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The Holy City of the Dead, the burial ground of the Holy Clan.

A huge area, full of purple-gold dry bones, rendering the heaven and earth solemn and luxurious, on the ground, in the air, everywhere are undead guardians swimming, the moment they see the embers, they immediately surge, the rolling purple-gold waves, people are afraid when they see it, but the embers just raised the staff expressionlessly, and the pure white clouds in the depths of the sky immediately descended a holy light, lingering at the tip of the staff.

A sizzling voice rang out.

It seemed to be the sound of electricity, and it seemed to be the sound of purifying the breath of the undead.

The next moment.

"Boom! ――”

An earth-shattering explosion rang out, and Ember threw the light out, and it suddenly stretched out like a whip, breaking through the air with a dull sonic boom that fell on the undead guardians, but without exception cut in half.

Where their bodies were broken, bits of light energy began to spread.

Soon, they were devoured and purified.

But.

Far from being frightened, the undead guardians became more and more frenzied moths into the flames, and there was no end in sight, and there was only one thought in their hearts, and that was to kill the embers. However, Ember did not retreat, but continued to use his staff to attract the energy of the Holy Light, and began to sweep away the entire Holy Clan's burial ground.

Meanwhile.

The players of the Sanott Undead Empire have gathered into a long dragon, arrived at the entrance of the Death Labyrinth, and under the leadership of players who know the route, they began to march towards the Holy City of the Undead.

At this time, they are. I still don't know about the transformation of the Holy City of the Dead.

At this time, the players who were sighing that Ember was victimized by their conceit could not imagine what the millions of players in the Sanott Empire were about to face.

A qiē is in the making.

Until.

Finally, a player has arrived in the Holy City of the Undead.

Looking at the city wall, which had been completely transformed into pure white, the hundreds of players led by them had puzzled looks on their faces, and they looked left and right, and they were even a little uncertain in their hearts.

"We're not wrong, are we?"

"Surely there is no mistake, look, this is where we fought before, but how did the city wall turn pure white. Something seems wrong! ”

"It's coming. What if something is wrong, let's go! ”

After discussing for a while, the players at the head walked towards the main entrance of the Holy City of the Undead of Draenor, at the same time. On their reminder. All players are in a state of readiness. But what they never expected was. The battle was almost lightning fast, and just a second before they were in combat readiness, the walls of the Draenor Undead Holy City suddenly trembled.

Not an illusion. It was a real tremble.

The players subconsciously looked up, and then they saw them, and they felt a terrifying scene from the bottom of their hearts, a pure white light curtain as tall as the city wall that had no end in sight, and suddenly slowly pushed towards them.

At the moment when the white light curtain appeared, the overwhelming holy aura almost overwhelmed them.

The players panicked, and some players wanted to release defensive spells or even run away, but the group of players at the head, after all, were all elites, and after reacting for the first time, they shouted loudly to attack the white light curtain and defeat it.

As a result, the overwhelming spells bloomed with brilliant brilliance and flew towards the white light curtain.

Immediately after, the sound of purification and corrosion, and the rumbling sound of spell explosions, began to resound continuously. But after all, there are still too few players who come out of the entrance of the maze, and after all, they failed to defeat the white light curtain, and the end result is that hundreds of thousands of advance troops were wiped out by the white light curtain.

The remaining players who were trapped in the death maze waited for ten minutes before the white light curtain finally dissipated.

The players who walked out of the labyrinth again and entered the city in fear thought that the tragedy would end like this, but what they never expected was that this was just the beginning.

I've just walked into the city.

The players stepped into the ground made of holy light, and then the impact of the holy light exploded, and the players flew in all directions as if they were being blown away by a bomb, and exploded on the way to the shot, and the holy light rain landed, and the players below immediately screamed.

The clouds in the sky began to release the thunder of holy light.

Those places where dry bones were originally hung and the undead were imprisoned, but one by one the Holy Light Elves and Holy Light Punishers were condensed, killing the players who entered the city to the point of losing their armor and crying for their fathers.

Because of their mutual attributes, they have almost no ability to resist.

In the distance, in the burial ground of the Holy Clan, which was gradually covered by the holy light, Ember glanced sideways at the Draenor Undead Holy City, and smiled, "Sure enough, it seems that today is another bumper harvest day." ”

It was indeed a great harvest.

The players who came to the Holy City of the Undead in Draenor were as many as tens of millions, even if the players behind were frightened and did not dare to move forward, the number of deaths would inevitably be two or three million, and the equipment could not be piled up into a mountain in Durum's resentful gaze, and his heart was happy, and he became more and more hardworking.

And at this time.

The Lord of Qingmeng, who was far away in an ancient city, almost burst into tears when he heard the description of the players under his hands, and he really understood the cause and effect at once, just as Ember guessed.

After losing his mind on the throne for a while, the Lord of Qingmeng made a decisive decision, his body turned into a streamer, and flew in the direction of the death labyrinth, he also wanted to go to the Holy City of the Undead of Draenor, but he dared to go when he knew that it had been transformed into the Holy City of Light, he must have something to rely on, and this dependence in his opinion could also put the embers to death, but he never used it because the price to pay was too great, and if one didn't do it well, he would become the common enemy of the whole Sanot.

But......

In order to stop the embers from continuing to grow endlessly, the Lord of Qingmeng decided to block it, or rather, block him, a qiē!

It didn't take long.

The Lord of the Green Warriors rushed to the Holy City of the Undead of Draenor, and then gave the order for a general attack. In the group of players below, in the name of public opinion and the so-called patriotism and national interests, the spies of the Hundred Tribes who led the operation began to pass instructions downward, and in just five minutes, the players began to surge angrily, aiming directly at the Holy City of the Undead of Draenor, directly at the embers.

Above the sky, the Lord of Qingmeng from the inside of the backpack. Took out a book.

Above the page. It was the eerie undead language that wrote seven big characters, the summoning book of the undead god.

This book is the artifact owned by the host of Qingmeng, and it is also one of the artifacts of the undead god Nao Aozu. It belongs to the lower ones in his hands. So it was given to the Lord of Qingmeng. Let him help with things, this is the treatment that the strongest guild leader in the empire deserves.

Getting this book, the Lord of Qingmeng was of course excited. Because he is not only able to summon undead creatures, but can summon all the things that are in touch with the breath of the undead, such as the undead teleportation array and the undead sub-artifact. Even with enough energy, it can directly summon an entire Draenor Undead Holy City.

However, the Lord of Qingmeng was also very troubled, because the conditions for using this artifact were too difficult, and he could see that feeling of not being able to eat it, which made him feel as uncomfortable as scratching his heart.

The condition for the use of the summoning book of the undead god is sacrifice.

The so-called sacrifice is that the player contributes his life, and it doesn't matter whether this contribution is voluntary or not, so there is a scene where hundreds of tribes return to the pit and kill millions of players.

Pit and kill innocent players to achieve their own goals, if the players know, it will definitely cause public outrage, but as long as the embers can be solved this time, even if it causes big waves, the Lord of Qingmeng can resist, but once it fails, the ending will be bleak, so this is his decision to gamble!

Below, the Great War begins, and death is inevitable.

Under the guidance of the Lord of Qingmeng, these players are no longer purified by the energy of the holy light, but even if they explode and die, they will hurt each other, so that the summoning book of the undead god will begin to draw power.

And the moment the summoning book of the undead god began to draw power, Ember immediately felt it, and heard a dull explosion in his ears, and Ember sent a message to the seven-colored light.

And then soon, many players in the Holy City of the Undead began to receive news.

The content of the news is exactly the cause and effect of the original killing of millions of players by the Lord of Qingmeng, not only with detailed text information, but also with photos and videos, which are all recorded by the Eye of Flame that Ember left at the ancient altar, and then Ember sorted it out, for the present moment.

As soon as the news came out, the eyes of all the players present immediately turned red, and they began to curse one by one.

"The lord of bastard Qingmeng, you are playing with us?!"

"Use our lives to pave the way for you, you think too beautifully!"

"Millions of people, you were killed like this, in order to achieve your own selfish desires, you actually did such a thing, it is really despicable!"

"You are not worthy to be the president of the Hundred Tribes! You don't deserve to be a player in our Empire of the Dead! ”

"Get out! Don't stay here! ”

"Let them get out of here, we will kill him directly, otherwise he will be here, and the spies from the hundred tribes will be there, and we will not be able to kill the embers!"

"That's it, kill!"

With the bewitchment of some spies planted in the dark pavilion, the players suddenly turned their guns and pointed at the players who had returned to the place of the hundred tribes, as well as the Qingmeng Lord who was suspended in the air and had already revealed his identity and turned pale.

The Lord of Qingmeng never imagined that his plan would be broken so easily by Ember.

In his opinion, even if Ember can solve this trouble, it will inevitably have to pay a lot of price and energy, right? But how could he be so bloodless!

Simply!

It's too unacceptable for him!

However, the Lord of Qingmeng had already paid a qiē, he had no way to retreat, and in the face of overwhelming accusations, the Lord of Qingmeng once again opened his backpack, took out a scroll, threw it down, and muttered.

"Ember, Ember, this time, you're really dead...... Who told you to force me to come here, and in that case, then we will all die together, shall we? Hehe. ”

At the end, the Lord of Qingmeng laughed in despair.

…… (To be continued......)