According to the Chronicles of the Great-Continental Commons of Antagrich, as early as the founding of Dejia, there was only one official representative, the Necromancer Alliance. The so-called Holy Spirit Temple, at that time, was just a little-known third-rate organization, and it had nothing to do with the Grim Reaper, but more of a "fellow villagers" of the native undead natives.

Until one day, a miracle suddenly came to the world, and the "Void Reverse Cross" fell on Naraku Mountain, causing endless gray fog and turning this place into a polar night where the sun did not see it. Since then, the Holy Spirit Temple has rapidly risen in Dejia, and has widely spread the belief in the god of death, and has also been believed and believed in by many undead creatures, and has gradually become a behemoth that can compete with the alliance, and there are even signs of replacing the alliance and becoming the only ruling subject of Dejia.

Therefore, after more than 100 years of brutal underground warfare, although a certain balance was finally reached on the table, in the bones, the alliance was hostile and always vigilant against the Holy Spirit Temple. In the same way, the Holy Spirit Temple has always considered itself to be the natural master of Dejia, and the necromancers who wander here and steal the authority of the country are the thieves of the kingdom who should be completely banished.

Of course, it is also "fortunate" that there are such hostilities and checks and balances. Otherwise, if the Necromancer Alliance and the Holy Spirit Temple had cooperated sincerely, then I am afraid that the human kingdom would have been submerged by the "Necromantic Sea" a long time ago, and even the other countries on the Great Land would be able to resist the undead kingdom that "naturally has an infinite source of soldiers" and "the longer the war goes on, the more warriors there will be".

Naturally, the last word of concern for the Lord of Amun, whether it was Negusta, who was appointed commander of the legion, or Moriarty, who was half-invited and half-forced to join them, reduced to thugs and some kind of target. It's all about understanding. Even if there is a chance, the alliance will never mind pushing the Holy Spirit Temple from behind, or doing some small deeds.

"The forces of the Legion have been gathered. Tomorrow we can assemble it. At the same time, in addition to you and me, there is another Extreme Dao powerhouse who will also join this blocking battle. Tomorrow evening, we'll have a pre-battle meeting at the 'Hall of Eternal Life' to discuss the specifics. Coming out of the laboratory, Negusta didn't say much politely, and said directly: "At most, the day after tomorrow." The legion is about to go to war. So be prepared. ”

"Of course."

I heard that a newly established blocking regiment could be assembled in two days, and it would be directly launched on the third day, for such efficiency. Moriarty could only smile and agree.

This is something that only an army of the undead can do. There is no cumbersome sequence of organization, no complicated personnel coordination, and even no need for later support, as long as it is pulled out, it can be "opened". It can really make the generals and commanders of other races on the land envious until they can't sleep at night.

After saying goodbye to Negusta, Moriarty returned to a laboratory in the Hall of Eternal Life and knocked on the door of a room that had been locked down for days.

"I'm sorry. It's time to interrupt your cultivation. Two days later, a big battle was to be fought. I hope you'll be involved too. There, let's examine the 'learning results' of these days. ”

Waving his hand to rebuke the oncoming gust of "negative energy wind", looking at Gauguin, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the laboratory and had not moved a step for more than a month, Moriarty smiled.

"It's... My lord..."

Like a slowly moving violent machine, the coffin knight moved from stillness, and his tall body slowly pulled up from the ground inch by inch.

Then, a breath mixed with the power of death and a little pure negative energy blew out from every crevice of the black armor. With the usual coldness and an inexplicable hint of the end, the precision crystal measuring instruments on the surrounding laboratory tables froze and shattered.

And to see it all. Moriarty's smile was even better.

"Gather your strength, but don't stop, just change it in your body."

When Gauguin stood up completely, Moriarty let out a soft snort, and the frozen energy that permeated the experiment was immediately blown away. At the same time, the coffin knight also gradually regained its extended power, slowly returning to the state of an ordinary death knight.

"Pretty good. The fact that a military officer can come into contact with negative energy so quickly and communicate effectively with it shows that you are talented enough to continue to go far on this path, Gauguin. ”

Looking at the coffin, in fact, Moriarty directly gave a very high evaluation, but did not exaggerate.

In this regard, the coffin knight is also happy and full of confidence.

"Let's go, before stepping into the battlefield, we still need to equip you with enough weapons. I think an excellent war horse will be your best battlefield partner and the greatest help. With that, Moriarty turned and walked out of the lab.

Gauguin immediately strode to follow, and at the same time, the soul fire in his eyes also jumped, as if he was looking forward to his new mount.

"How can there be a 'Nightmare' for sale in the Alliance?" Pulling a staff member by the hand, Moriarty asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Seeing the Devil Skull Badge on the other party's chest, the staff first stirred the spirit, stood up and saluted on the spot, and said respectfully: "If the number of 'nightmares' in demand is large, you can go to the Ministry of Strategic Materials for consultation." There are all kinds of war supplies for sale all year round, and you can be sure that you will be fully supplied with your status. And if you're looking for something particularly good, then I recommend you head over to 'Dejia Glory'. The organization is known for cultivating Death Knights, and it also has excellent Nightmares inside. While these great mounts are rarely sold, I think a Grand Necromancer should be an exception. ”

"Thank you for the explanation."

Having handed a few gold pounds in a tip to the conscientious staff member and asking where the "Glory of Deja" was, Moriarty and Gauguin went straight to it.

"As one of the Death Knights, have you ever heard of 'Glory of Dega'?"

Due to the need for a large field to deploy and train, "Dejia Glory" is located on the northern edge of the "Fountain of Silence", along with an open saline desert as the territory of the organization.

"Yes. This is one of the core branches of the Alliance, and it is known as the two major death knight groups of Dejia along with the 'Death Holy Knights' of the Holy Spirit Temple. After a pause, Gauguin added: "Before, it was also my opponent. ”

"I see."

Neither the Alliance nor the Temple of the Holy Spirit. The core is all legal duties, but they also attach great importance to the cultivation and development of death knights. This is really because on the battlefield of land warfare, the death knight can be said to be the pinnacle of the great-land combat profession below the pole. Even if it is a human high-ranking knight of the same number and the same rank, who is the best in knightly civilization. When it comes to the Death Knight group, it doesn't have the slightest advantage, and it may even be slightly inferior.

The reason is that the death knight has a really sharp death freeze, combined with the undead horse breed "Nightmare" with a dash speed comparable to vulgar flight, and the killing heart that is always as cold as ice, the death knight who charges up from the group is really unstoppable.

"Then, it seems that I may meet an 'acquaintance' in a while." Turning to look at the coffin knight, Moriarty smiled.

"Maybe."

An hour later. The two came to the "Glory of Dejia".

Although it was the first time to visit, there was a knock on the door with the Great Necromancer Emblem, and a high-ranking Death Knight who was guarding the door had to invite the visitor in a cold but polite manner. At the same time, the superiors stationed in the base were immediately informed.

No more hidden and hidden than the "bottomless deep spring". The headquarters of "Dejia Glory" is a tall stone house building, stretching for several miles, and at a glance it looks like a military camp. And on the barren beach farther away, you can vaguely see undead war horses galloping in Wuji. Even the four hooves of the fire trampled heavily on the dry and hard saline ground. Keep smashing out patches of red sparks. It's like fireworks in the daytime.

Seeing this scene and hearing the "nightmare" hiss from several kilometers away, Gauguin couldn't help but get excited.

At this moment, a Death Warrior Pole who was shrouded in heavy iron armor and had a body similar to that of an ordinary human appeared in front of Moriarty.

Although he couldn't see his face when he was covered by the visor, when he saw the devil's face of the comer and the devil skeleton on his chest, the undead powerhouse still looked a little surprised, and even stunned.

"Black Samurai General?"

And the opposite. When he saw the comer, Moriarty couldn't help but be stunned.

It was originally expected. The person who presides over "Derga's Glory" will be a super death knight of level 14 or even 15. Although the specific branch of profession is unknown, it is at least certainly a knight. But what I didn't expect was the Black Samurai General as an "infantryman".

Even if this "general" has also reached level fourteen, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the atmosphere of "Dejia Glory". When have you ever seen an infantry commanding a cavalry?

"My name is Amber, the deputy minister of 'Dejia Glory'."

There was silence for a second, and the Black Warrior General, who was the master, said first. His voice is deep and neutral, and it has a peculiar trembling voice when it resonates with the armor.

"I'm sorry to excuse me, I'm Davidson, a new member of the Alliance." Moriati gave a priestly salute: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Amber. ”

"It's also my pleasure." Amber nodded, returned a battle salute, and was meticulous: "You are here today, is there anything I or 'Dejia Glory' can help?" ”

Unrelated Grand Necromancers rarely return to the headquarters of the Death Knight Cluster, and a Devil Archer is the only one to come to the door. The Black Samurai General intends to get straight to the point.

"Yes. I'd like to buy a good enough Nightmare for my squire. Someone recommended it to me, so I came. Moriarty nodded, and said directly: "Of course, I understand that 'Dejia Glory', as an important branch of the alliance, is not directly engaged in trade matters. But I came in good faith, and I was willing to pay enough for this inappropriate request. ”

After speaking, Moriarty pointed to Gauguin behind him. The coffin knight immediately bowed deeply to the black warrior general in front of him as a sign of respect.

"I see." Although it is rare, it is not the first time to encounter such an uninvited guest, Amber glanced at Gauguin and nodded: "As you said, 'Dejia Glory' is a pure combat unit, not doing those 'small businesses' of flies and dogs." ”

"I understand."

"However, as one of the most loyal members of the Alliance, the door to the Glory of Dejia is forever open to the Great Necromancer. So, I can accede to this request. After another pause, Amber gave a happy answer.

"Thank you very much."

Moriarty nodded, smiling. And the other party's answer is very interesting and skillful, unlike what a black samurai general with a reputation for arrogance would say. Perhaps, it can only be attributed to the alliance's high-level bigwigs "having skills".

"Let's go, let's go check out the Nightmare first, and hopefully find one that satisfies your squire."

Amber did things very simply, even when he took Moriarty and Gauguin to the saline desert behind the camp.

Naturally, seeing a devil-like great necromancer and a strange high-level death knight appear at the headquarters, the knights of "Dejia Glory" encountered along the way also watched and watched.

When I came to the racecourse, the field of vision in front of me suddenly became unusually wide.

The grayish-white saline ground is flat and hard, and it looks like a mirror. Under your feet, there is fine sand mixed with high salinity, and when you step on it, it will make a subtle "creaking" sound, stretching out and spreading over the entire barren beach, forming an ideal racecourse.

In the distance, hundreds of "nightmares" were running wildly. Countless powerful and powerful flame hooves stepped on the ground, making a roar that was both like a drum and thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, the coffin knight couldn't help but clench his fists. Whether as a human being or as an undead, the knight's heart is forever tied to the war horse and cannot be broken.

"Lord Davidson, please choose." Pointing to the galloping horses, the Black Warrior General said in a loud voice.

"Thank you."

Moriarty also looked at the rushing "Nightmare" group, his eyes shining. It was also the first time he had observed such a large number of "nightmares" so closely.

This undead horse, native to Deja, is inherently tireless, load-heavy, and has the ability to charge. Except for the absolute straight sprint speed that may be slightly inferior to Erathia's best "champion" horses in the short to medium distance, all other attributes are perfect.

However, after observing for a while, Moriarty did not signal for Gauguin to come forward and choose, but turned his head to look at the black knight general again, and said with a smile:

"General Amber, with all due respect, is the 'Nightmare' here the best?"

"What do you mean?" Looking back at the other party, Amber asked rhetorically.

"Because as far as I know, there is also a special species in Nightmare, and the death flames under its hooves are unusually powerful enough to support a short flight in the air. Officially, this 'nightmare' was named 'Nirasek', which means 'ruler of midnight'. I think that as the most important Death Knight base in the Alliance, 'Dejia Glory' should keep such a battlefield weapon, right? ”

Apparently doing his homework, Moriarty tactfully "protested" to the cunning "restaurateur" as if he were the most picky gourmet.

"Lord Davidson, I have to say that there are very few great necromancers who know as much about the 'nuances' of the Death Knight as you do." Looking at Moriarty, the Black Warrior General suddenly smiled and sighed lightly.

"As you can see, I'm an outlier."

Moriarty shrugged and smiled kindly. (To be continued......)