"The first person of the Necromantic School?" The lich couldn't help but laugh again, "The vulgar words of ordinary people have no insight to speak casually. Don't you know the truth? Compared with the Third Age in the past, the current Necromancy School research has long since gone backwards......

"Backwards, or forwards." The words of the phantom are confusing at first glance, but the words added later make the meaning of this sentence clear, "If you sink your heart and study it, it is not impossible to surpass the achievements of the Third Age." Even though a lot of technology is missing, you are also an Arcanist from that period, a great Arcanist who now has a life comparable to that of those above the stars. ”

"Hahaha!" The lich's laughter didn't seem to stop, "I have to say that I am ashamed of both my arcane attainments and my lip service. Last time, you relied on your mouth, and I was stunned to stop under the Northwest Fortress, admittedly, at that time, I wanted to reach the city of Baishan City like today, and I did have to pay a very painful price. But I think you've probably seen my future in your transparent crystal ball. But I want to say that today, most of your mouths are useless.

"Arcane is something that every caster who pursues arcane is qualified to study. I can't because of my strength that I am free to study what is not allowed in the Church of Hypocritical Gods, and the necromancers under the rule of my Necromantic Council can only conduct their research in the year-round winds of the Far North, using the obsolete alchemy instruments that the smugglers have obtained from the spellcasters in your country.

"In the face of the arcane, everyone is equal. I have respect for the Grand Arcanist, but I respect the truth even more. Still in a solemn tone, neat Nether words flowed from the lich's mouth, and there was no way for the phantom to refute it, "But for the necromancer, the beginning of the Fourth Age is the beginning of their unfair treatment!"

"If you can represent at least your country, let me be under the rule of the Necromantic Council, and still have no chance to come to Drew, and then the necromancers who tremble under the persecution and search of the Church of the Hypocritical God, and have the same treatment as civilians, and are not persecuted by those who are persecuted by the schools of study, then I will immediately take all my army and return to the far north, which is the wind all the year round. Even if I lose my position as Speaker of the Necromantic Council, it will not be a pity. ”

Silent. The phantom didn't say anything.

"Of course, even if you agree to the nonsense now, I will believe it. After all, it is also one of the more powerful legends in the main plane, but after a while, there is a story circulating in the entire main world: the words of a certain top legendary powerhouse are like those disgusting things left by mad dogs on the side of the road. ”

"You also know that I am a relatively powerful legend, so you insult so casually, are you really not worried about my anger?"

"I'm more worried than your anger about whether the other two guys who can't help me can destroy half of Rysel." The lich wasn't nervous at all, and his shriveled fingers tapped his seat slightly, and he said with a worried look.

The phantom trembled a little from the projector's anger, but calmed down a little.

"Perhaps, I can't convince you, but my warning before is not alarmist, everything must have a boundary...... If it really goes on endlessly, dragging on half of the destruction of Rysel, I will not hesitate to make a move......" The phantom left the last sentence, slowly dissipating.

In White Mountain City, the residence of the prophetic master Rutherford, Rutherford sat at the table, his hand holding the staff, and it hung weakly.

It was the last effort Rutherford could have done.

The subsequent siege may have nothing to do with him. Maybe when the city is broken, he can take away some of the temple's elites and some of the commanders of the Ice Legion, but all he can do is save a few people......

If White Mountain City really falls, then what will be left for Drew will be a smooth road with almost no obstacles - all the way to Far Winter City, such a large distance, there will be no other big city to grasp the danger of the pass.

Perhaps, sending a message back to Winterfell once again can still protect some innocent civilians, but the trauma to the land of at least the Northwest Province is unavoidable.

Because of the existence of the Mysterious Lock, it is most likely difficult for Winterfell to fall, but the location of Winterfell is no longer the kind of mountain pass that is a one-man pass, as long as there is enough pressure to suppress Winterfell, it is very easy to bypass Winterfell by dividing a part of the bone frame.

As for when Rutherford's phantom dissipated, unlike Rutherford's lamentation, the lich who led the Necromantic Council, who was Drew's governing body, stood up and patted a seat next to him slightly.

"Your Excellency." The skeleton, bewildered by the lich's words, was summoned back to the tent by the sound of the knock.

The lich palmed his left shriveled palm upward, then lifted it slightly, and slowly, a black crystal hovered above his palm.

Throwing the black crystal at the bone shelf, the lich said indifferently, "Let's attack." ”

"Yes!"

This black crystal was the lich's order as Speaker. The crystallization of his magical aura, and the use of the fluctuation of his magical energy, recorded his orders as the Speaker, which others simply cannot imitate.

And the leaders of those soldiers, each of whose strength has reached the level of Jin Yao, which humans say, naturally have a way to identify this crystal......

……

Originally, after receiving the report that the density and intensity of the attack of the bone frame in the evening were not much different from the report during the day, Wendell, who was a little optimistic, and Archbishop Rhodes of the "Platinum Dragon" Bahamut Temple, began to be in a little mood to eat a little to replenish the loss of physical energy - even for people of their strength, it was not a big problem to have no food for a day or two.

But as soon as Archbishop Rhodes had cut two slices from a hard bread stick with a knife, and then sandwiched a slice of bacon and two slices of cheese between them, and was ready to enjoy them, a wave that only he could perceive swept over his heart.

The cold burgers on homemade hard bread that had just been prepared for the entrance were discarded directly on the plate, without the slightest hint of the etiquette and decency of being an archbishop.

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Yesterday, Sanjiang was the last to promise to add the first chapter......

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