Why is the army lich called the army lich, because compared to the black lich and the ice lich, the army lich is always accompanied by a group of younger brothers, oh no, it should be understood that they all have a large army.

The army of the army lich is not like the cannon fodder army summoned by ordinary necromancers, only quantity but not quality, and no army lich will joke about his housekeeper, not to mention that the army combat power possessed by the army lich also reflects the identity and status of this army lich in a certain way.

Legend has it that the leader of the army in the Northern Undead Empire, the military god Bai Qi, has a number of million or so ten thousand elite soldiers under his command, but in the real sense of ten thousand battles, because many of them are even warrior souls that have existed since the war of the gods, and they are only one step away from the so-called heirloom heroic spirits.

Of course, this is just a legend, and no one knows how many troops Bai Qi has under Bai Qi, who is considered the Ministry of Defense of the Undead Empire, plus the United Front Work Minister and the General Armament Minister, but any of the seven great lords below this leader has the number of troops in his hands that can be regarded as a group army.

The seven military regions where these seven great lord-level military lichs are located are also an important reference for the division of the territory of the undead empire, compared to the military lich Char, who is only one order lower than these seven great lords, he doesn't have a hundred thousand troops in his hands to be laughed at.

Moreover, it is also a hundred thousand elites who do not need the assistance of logistics troops, and in some ways, the necromancers and lichs of the continent of Ala who use spiritism to such an extent can be regarded as witty.

Mograine is not stupid, and even if she really hunts down the otherworldly lich who resurrected herself with the Fallen Ash Emissary every day, it will not prevent this highly skilled high lord from gathering some information about the enemy in fragmentary conversations.

However, it was this habitual collection that made the original Ashbringer more and more incomprehensible. The good spirits of the dead are brainless, evil, and eternally hateful to the living. Mograine found that what she had learned was in sharp conflict with what she knew.

This kind of conflict brewed into a subtle thought after Kelly justified her good friend's name, or simply broke the news.

Mograine knew that she had been summoned to a new world that was completely different from the world of Azeroth, and that this world must be a little different from the world of Azeroth.

For example, the spirits of the undead in this world are not evil.

Whenever the High Lord Mograine thought of this, she would always laugh at herself for thinking too much, whether it was the research of the Arcane Wizard Duane or the Flame Weaver Kongele, she had been told that the undead, a deformed monster composed entirely of negative energy, was always the opposite of the Holy Light, a embodied evil.

But the first generation of Ashbringers who were resurrected to a new world had to face a new reality, that is, the undead in this world were not the same as the undead in Azeroth.

At least she knew. The undead of Azeroth would not politely follow their instructions to lead them in any way, and Mograine, who followed the skeleton attendants in this world, was tempted to say that she was ready to be led into a trap, but found it completely unnecessary.

Char had a lot of troops. But according to what the bear child lich said to Wang Rui before, these armies are not currently in his mental image world, but are guarding the last checkpoint of the dark region and the earthly world, or the current location of these armies is at the junction of Char's almost eternal mental image world and reality.

Mograine would love to see it. What's going on with the so-called army of the undead in this other world. After all, she is still a soldier after all.

As the skeletal attendant who had led Mograine all the way, he stopped in one place and pointed ahead to indicate that he was not qualified to pass.

Although Mograine did not have any verbal communication with this skeleton squire, but in the same undead nature, even if Mograine was reluctant, she could communicate with a low-level undead like the skeleton squire, knowing what the other party meant, and what the name of the place was.

It's hard to imagine anyone dividing their mental world into regions and giving them all sorts of names. After all, the Mind Elephant World of most realm legends will not survive for too long, and every reforge means a reshuffle.

But this qiē is infinitely close to the saint for Char. You can put the legendary pinnacle of the realm of the Mental Imagery World, which is a great trick that is almost reserved for an infinite time, and there is nothing wrong with farming in your own Mental Imagery World.

And Mograine is now in such a named place, Char uses to guard the important place of the dark region, and it is also the junction of the dark underground world and the earthly world with various glorious civilizations.

There are 10,000 undead soldiers stationed there, and when necessary, for example, now, most of the 100,000 undead troops under Char's command are stationed here, and the skeleton attendant calls the "Tiger Prison Pass"

"Is this really an undead?" Mograine stood in the distance and looked at the magnificent fortress city, looking at the orderly undead army on the city walls dozens of meters high, not knowing that as the master of the mental image world, he had the authority to change the world at will in some kind of way, and Mograine, who had never seen such an exaggerated city in the world of Azeroth, was also stunned.

Compared to this military fortress called "Tiger Prison Pass", the Iron Furnace Fortress or Lordaeron in the world of Azeroth are all insignificant, maybe only Silvermoon City, the High Elf City of Quel'Thalas, has such momentum, but compared to Silvermoon City and this fortress, although the momentum is there, the iron-blooded taste of the military fortress is far less than that of this Tiger Fortress in another world.

Mograine even thought that she had arrived at the base camp of the Scourge of the Dead, the Ice Throne of the Far North, but apart from the lingering iron and solemnity of the Tiger Prison in front of her, the original Ash Messenger did not feel the slightest evil aura.

If it weren't for the various undead patrolling the walls, Mograine would have felt like she was at a core fortress guarded by elite human troops.

With a feeling of disbelief, Mograine cautiously approached the undead fortress, but it was a pity that the original Ashbringer of a legendary paladin and a legendary warrior and a heroic spirit certainly did not waste a bit of talent on stealth.

Far away. The undead soldiers stationed on the fortress spotted Mograine, who was in a trance, approaching this side alone.

"Open the gates!" A Death Knight General who had a relationship with Wang Rui, or a hammer relationship, saw Mograine. The general, who recognized who the other party was at first glance, ordered loudly.

The door made of pure steel slowly opened in front of Mograine's eyes, and the sound of staggered gears woke up the great lord who was still confused, but the great lord who didn't expect to be distracted hurriedly held the hilt of the sword behind his back, in a posture of waiting.

In Mograine's confusion, a team of more than a dozen death knights rode out of the city gate on nightmare war horses, subconsciously thinking that the other party was the great lord Mograine who was looking for trouble for him, pulled out the fallen ash messenger and held it in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Unexpectedly, these death knights circled around her and returned to the city gate, lined up neatly on the left and right, and hung down their spear-like weapons in their hands.

The grooming almost made Mograine think she had seen the royal guard of honor of Lordaeron.

"What does that mean?" As a knight lord, Mograine saw the movements of these death knights and knew that these undead were not hostile to him. Most importantly, when did the Ashbringers, considered by the humans of Azeroth to be the predators of the undead, ever been so welcomed by the undead creatures.

The actions of these death knights reminded Mograine of something that had been deliberately forgotten. Her memories of being the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse after her fall.

Although the undead scourge in the world of Azeroth are essentially the slaves of the Lich King, there are also high and low slaves, as Mograine, who once became the Death Knight Commander almost immediately after the Fall, was treated with courtesy in the Scourge Legion.

The movements of these otherworldly death knights are like tearing open the scars that Mograine is trying to forget. After a brief hesitation. With an expression of insult on her face, Mograine waved her Fallen Ash Bringer at the Death Knights who greeted her, and said angrily, "Get out"

The Death Knights, who did not expect this to happen, hurriedly raised the spears used for the guard of honor in their hands, and the power of the dim shadows converged into a layer of shields on them, but unfortunately, these powers were like mantis arms for the Ash Messenger who was in a state of uncontrollable emotions and used the map cannon to open the way.

Just when these Death Knights, who were lying down and were also shot, were about to be cut down by the first Ash Bringer, a barrier countless times thicker than the shadow light on the Death Knight's body blocked Mograine, and Char's helpless voice sounded in his fortress:

"What's wrong with these kids, and why are you doing this?"

"Undead...... Evil. All the undead! It's all evil......" Mograine, who realized that her first sword had not broken the shield, lost her mind and swung the sharp blade in her hand like crazy, slashing at the shadow barrier erected by Char without any order.

"Conclusions were drawn without investigation. What is the difference between your actions and your wickedness? The dimmering shadow barrier made Char sigh again.

"No need to investigate! The undead are inherently evil and should not be left with demons in the world. Mograine didn't seem to be the slightest bit open to explanation.

"Maybe some of the undead are indeed evil, just as some humans are just as evil, but in my eyes, the guards here are the most valiant soldiers, who guard the last line of defense from the dark region to the light world, what are you doing, and what qualifications do you have to say that these children are evil?"

"Strong words...... That being said, it was clear that Mograine's attack on the Shadow Barrier had slowed down.

"Am I arguing, you have to at least investigate before you have the right to speak, if you don't even look at it, you don't know anything, you will classify these undead who have guarded the frontier for more than a thousand years as evil." Seeing that his words had some effect, Char's voice continued to sound: "What's the difference between you and those people you have always disliked?" ”

"But the undead have ruined my homeland, ruined my family, ruined my children, ruined my ......" In the end, Mograine fell to the ground as if she had lost all her strength, and the Excalibur that had brought ashes to countless undead fell to the side.

"But even so, are you really willing to exist only as an avenger?" Char, who had seen the tragedy in the soul crucible, asked rhetorically.

"But what other ...... do I have besides revenge, in this world, I don't even have a person for revenge." Mograine knew she was in a world completely different from Azeroth, and that her hatred of the undead might just be a result of her habits, or a reason to paralyze herself.

"You have something that countless people can't have, and you used to be a hero anyway." Char's figure gradually appeared next to Mograine, still in the shape of a Zhengtai, holding a scepter inlaid with a sapphire.

"Heroes? Because you are a hero, you will be betrayed by your flesh and blood? ”

"But that doesn't change ......," Char said with a deep breath, "the fact that you are a hero. ”

"Why do you want me to be this kind of hero...... This kind of hero, I'd rather be improper. ”

"O heroic and fearless soul, even if it is bleak for a while, it will not really be covered by darkness, let go of hatred, that is not the path of heroes."

Char pressed her hand on Mograine's shoulder, who was kneeling on the ground, as if chanting something.

"Do you think it's useful for Char, the bear child, to say that?" Wang Rui, who was eating barbecue in a corner of the fortress, asked Chloe beside him.

"I don't know." Chloe, who was roasting Wang Rui, did not give an intuitive answer.

"If you don't know, forget it...... It's not something to care about. "Wang Rui doesn't want to blindly participate in such a thing as reshaping the three views for others, because soon there will be something more important for Wang Rui to care about.

"Wait, use less, that's the last bit of dragon breath red pepper!"

The tone of his tone showed the panic of Wang Rui, the chef. (To be continued......)