Vendôme.

Disentas had been waiting for more than six hours, at the speed of the undead griffin and gargoyle, and at the distance between them and their opponents, that time was enough for them to fly three times back and forth.

Before the gargoyle set off, Disentas set a strategy of harassment, and if he could destroy some of the other party's boats, it would be better. If the shape is unfavorable, then retreat immediately and never entangle.

With such a strategy, with the speed of gargoyles and undead griffins, the battle time will definitely not exceed an hour.

Counting the time, the gargoyles should have been back two hours ago.

But no, let alone the relatively weak undead griffins, even the gargoyles were nowhere to be found, as if they had disappeared into the world.

Feeling more and more irritable, Disentas finally couldn't wait any longer, walked from the study to the balcony, stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and a gargoyle standing on the side of the doorway woke up.

"Go, go and look around the sea and see what's going on?" Disentas ordered.

"Ga~" The gargoyle screamed and flew away.

Disentas waited patiently.

It was already late at night, and because of the dark clouds in the sky, the whole of Vendôme was immersed in boundless darkness, because they had gathered in Vendôme all day and had nothing to do, and in order to reduce the consumption of death magic, most of the undead had fallen into a deep sleep. They randomly find a relatively dry and clean corner, not too dirty, not because they will get sick or anything, but because bugs will crawl into their bodies, and if they attract pesky bone-eating insects, then their skeletons are in danger of being hollowed out.

When they find such a place, the spirits lie down on the ground or lean against the wall. Motionless, the light in his eyes vanished, indistinguishable from ordinary corpses.

The whole of Vendôme is quiet, an oversized cemetery.

Looking at this silent city, Disentas couldn't help but think back to the buzz of Vendôme's crowd. Turning around and looking at his study again, only a white skeleton looked at him in the study, and the beautiful maid, fragrant and delicious food, and clear and mellow wine had all left him.

Somehow, Discentas, standing on the balcony, felt unspeakably lonely.

At this time, a voice came from the sky. From the familiar fluctuations of death magic, Disentas knew that the gargoyle was back.

"Ga~~" The gargoyle flew to the balcony like an arrow, landed on the balcony, yelled at Disentas, and then shook his head. Indicates that no trace of gargoyles has been found.

Disentas's heart sank, knowing that the flying legion he sent was estimated to have been wiped out, and he asked, "Have you found any ship debris on the surface of the sea?" ”

None of his soldiers came back, so the battle should be very fierce, and the other side won't lose a bit, right?

The gargoyle shook his head again, indicating that no wreckage had been found.

"Are you sure?!" Discentas's face changed color.

The gargoyle nodded heavily and screamed again, expressing displeasure at Discentas's questioning.

"Alright. You rest. ”

The gargoyle fought to the corner of the balcony, folded his wings, and crouched down. The whole person was motionless, as if petrified.

At this point, it was so obvious that there was only one plausible explanation, and that was that his gargoyles and undead griffons had been wiped out.

But how could there be so many gargoyles, not a single one escaped? More than 500 of them. It was already a third of the number of gargoyles he had now, and he had lost it all at once. What's even more terrifying is that the other party doesn't seem to have suffered anything!

Rao is Dysntas has long been mentally prepared in his heart. When this result was actually established, I still felt shocked and unbelievable.

Why is this happening? How the hell did they do it? That's impossible!

He really couldn't figure it out and wanted to find someone to discuss, but he was surrounded by some brainless undead, and there was no problem in carrying out his orders, but if he wanted to help him with advice, it would be too much to overestimate them.

Of course, there are those high-level undead who retain the wisdom of their lives, but the number is really limited, and there are no more than a hundred such undead in the huge legion, and almost all of them have been sent out by him to carry out tasks.

Disentas paced back and forth in the study for a few steps, then walked out of the study and towards the castle rooftop.

There are many more gargoyle guards on the rooftop than in the past, and in the center of the rooftop, there is an additional statue of the demon god, which is none other than Ertus, the lord of death.

This statue is very tall, more than twenty meters high, like a titan giant, his appearance is different from the former angry lord Ulosis, he does not show a flamboyant and hideous side, it is an image wearing a black robe, holding a giant sword in both hands, looking a little mysterious.

Disentas walked to the foot of the statue, knelt down reverently, and began to pray: "Lord of Death, my lord Eltus, your devotees are confused. ”

After praying again, the statue did not respond, and Disentas repeated it over and over again.

As the prayer continued, the statue's eyes lit up, and a deep blue glow radiated from it, illuminating the entire rooftop blue.

The power of the demon god has descended.

Disentas felt a deep voice in his head: "My servant, your heart is full of fog!" ”

"Yes, my lord, the mighty gargoyle legion has suffered an unprecedented defeat, and I can't figure out what is happening. Ask the master to guide me. Disentas humbly prayed.

The light in the statue's eyes began to flicker and flicker, and it was a long time before the words in Disentas's mind sounded again: "The fog of war has appeared, and even I can't see the truth." ”

"What?" Disentas was shocked, the fog of war, what does this mean, can't even the Lord of Death see the truth?

"The curtain of the war of light and darkness has officially opened, the force of the world is boiling, and even the gods have difficulty perceiving what is happening in the world. From now on, I will not be able to give you any guidance. In the same way, believers in the Lord of Light receive no guidance. ”

"Why is this happening?" Disentas asked again, he couldn't figure it out, and it wasn't the first time that the battle of light and darkness had been fought. In the records of history, such a terrible thing did not happen in the last battle of light and darkness.

"You're too curious, Disentas, it's not a good habit!" The voice in his head suddenly became stern, and at the same time, there was a pure death magic. The magic rushed through Disentas's body, causing the lich great pain.

Disentas lay on the ground, holding his head with his hands, rolling and moaning on the ground, in great pain.

It took him a long time to recover. Then a new voice was heard in my head: "We have one last chance to increase our strength." Ulosis has got a new ruined minion, and I need you to hurry up and build a portal to meet his ruined miè legion. Remember, do it right away, if it's too late. The violently boiling force of the Force will destroy the passage of space. ”

These were the last words that rang in Disentas's mind, and then the statue's gaze dimmed, and the dead silence fell again.

Still a little incredulous, Disentas stayed for a long time before standing up in disbelief.

I don't know how to get back to the study, but when I got to the study, I stayed for a long time. Disentas took out the paper and began to write.

This letter was addressed to Marshal Innocent in the South, who had a terrible weapon in his hands. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he had to warn.

After writing it, call the gargoyle and ask it to send the letter to the south.

Then Disentas sat in his study, motionless. In his mind, the confidence that the undead of the past would triumph was gone. Instead, an ominous premonition.

It took him a while to stand up. Hurried out of the castle. Since the master told him to build the portal immediately, he had to do everything he could.

……………

South, Hengduan Mountains.

In the dense woods, the undead clad in carrion form an almost impregnable web of searching.

They didn't use any tracking technology, and they didn't need such a complicated thing, that is, they arranged an undead spirit every twenty meters to form a battle line nearly fifty kilometers long, and then they just spread all over the mountains and fields, overwhelmingly pushing all the way forward.

This tactic has no technical content, and the speed is not very fast, but it is almost unbreakable, and after a month of implementation, 200,000 junior undead have been pushed all the way over, and a third of the area of the Hengduan Mountains has been searched.

And after these 200,000 junior undead, there is an elite army composed of 30,000 high-level undead.

According to the vision in Luo Lin's game, the average level of these high-level undead has reached level 20, and they are all elite-level powers, and the number has reached 20,000, which is already a very terrifying number.

These undead are not afraid of ordinary injuries, there is no pain, there is no fear, and there is no morale, every soldier will fight to the end.

Their only fatal wound was the whole head being chopped off, but in the chaos of the battlefield, this is not easy.

This kind of army does not need food yet, they are several times more terrifying than the orc army, and they are also where the true power of the undead lies.

And the primary undead are just cannon fodder, not only cannon fodder for the enemy, but also cannon fodder for the high undead, when the high undead are damaged, or fight for too long, they will devour the death magic in the bodies of these primary undead to replenish their own power loss.

From this point of view, if the living beings are destroyed and destroyed, then eventually, the undead will also fall into silence due to the loss of replenishment, and finally die.

Their mission is to simply destroy miè, ruin miè in this world, and plunge the world into absolute darkness!

The commander of this army is naturally Marshal Innocent, who, like Alonso in the past, is also favored by the Lord of Death, has the power of a quasi-saint, and is a legendary powerhouse of the lower ranks.

He was surrounded by hundreds of powerful undead knights, almost invulnerable.

At this time, he was chatting with the Morovogan Sword Master about the situation in the mountains.

"If this continues, I think in another month, the orcs will be my soldiers."

"A month, that's too long, maybe they've been picked up by the ship." Morovogen shook his head.

"Haha, it can't be. The gargoyles patrol the coastline, and as soon as we spot the orcs, we set out, and they don't have time to evacuate. "Innocent is very confident. He is also not afraid of the human fleet sneaking in and picking people up, because the gargoyles are also watching the sea, and once the fleet appears, they will follow them all the way.

Morovogen shrugged his shoulders: "Your plan looks flawless. Hopefully, a qiēshun lì. (To be continued)