The air after the rain tends to be a little fresher, but due to the sudden north wind, there is always more fishy smell and foul smell in the air, which makes people feel very uncomfortable inexplicably.

The spring rain can't wash away the breath of death in the air, and for the new residents who have just moved in, it is indeed the smell of home, they hope that the world will be completely distorted into a part of the death plane, but the enchanted forest where the original Minato is located is an impenetrable fortress.

The open gates of the plane are always a threat, and outside of Victoria Harbour, in the middle of dozens of giant spiritualist towers, the pouring power of death gathers and twists here, turning into black pillars of light that cover the sky.

And around the pillar of light that seemed to be the Tower of Babel, there was a distorted space, and there were mountains and rivers in the illusory shadows, and the dense black figures seemed to be doing something, which was the intersection of the main plane and the profane plane, and from time to time there were undead spirits coming out of the void.

The corpse witches and lichs are busy, surrounded by a mountain of broken limbs, and most of the low-level undead who have just come out are missing arms and legs, at least they need to be equipped with "parts" that can walk normally.

And the first thing that those high-level undead came out of was probably to thank God or thank the god of fate for the protection, after all, in the collision of the planes and the conflict of the rules of the plane, it is like driving a small plank through the dangerous strait in a storm, which requires not only courage and strength, but also luck.

The Undead Emperors are not fools, they already know that this is a critical moment, on the contrary, in order to wait for this day, they have spent countless energy and secretly prepared for this day, and they have planned carefully. But it can't withstand the sudden misfortune that befalls you.

According to the current development trend. If you really wait for the area caused by the subsidence of this plane to become a new plane. The door to the desecrated plane is also open.

The harsh situation is already in front of us, if we can't destroy this nascent plane will, let this space be completely swallowed up by the desecrated plane, and when that plane will completely awakens, I am afraid that it will be the time for a large-scale counterattack, and then this passage will be abolished.

Looking for a new location for plane settlement? Let's not talk about how to persuade the Baier Empire to make another sacrifice when there is no result in the battle, but the Undead Emperor paid a huge price and risked coming in person to negotiate.

And even if it can succeed in suppressing Bayer's opposition. In order to meet the standard of dimensional subsidence, the Soul Tower there has actually been secretly operating for many years, and the Tears of Casoran in the citizens' bodies have long been more than five times the average, and it will take many years to start preparing again.

And when the rules of the plane collide, the plane teleportation is simply a lottery for the middle and big luck, the low-level undead are cheap and beautiful, and there are countless low-level undead of all kinds accumulated in the death plane for so many years, and it is not a pity to come over three out of ten, but it is a pity to be above the middle level.

The main plane does not have the concept of a mid-level undead. Those who do not have intelligence are low-level undead, and those who have intelligence are high-level undead. However, in many death planes, due to the tilt of the plane rules towards the undead, as long as you advance to a certain level (probably the bronze level), you can regain experience and wisdom, and it is precisely because of this that with a vast base, the kingdom of the dead on the death plane is originally more prosperous than the outside world guesses, and the civilization is not low.

No intelligent life can bear to turn itself into a blood-devouring beast driven by instinct, most of them are still a figure in the local area, how can they be willing to turn into beasts and slave soldiers here, and the "middle-level undead" who have lost their intelligence is a slightly stronger low-level undead, and their strength is less than one-third, which is still an obvious waste.

As for the high-level undead, if you only look at the birth rate, it is probably the most pitiful of all races, and it is even more precious, and the most lacking in the undead army is always middle and high-level cadres, it is not empty talk, it is not cost-effective to gamble on a chance with thousands of years of accumulation.

Of course, the more powerful the existence of the existence in this situation, the stronger the survivability, the higher the chance of natural spatial teleportation, but if you are unlucky and encounter any time fault, even the Emperor of the Dead himself may not have the confidence to teleport.

No matter how much it costs, the highest probability is about half and half, and the accumulation of thousands of years is only betting on this game, which is simply a gamble that must be lost.

But when the war encounters a critical moment, investment and expenditure can no longer be considered, and "even if a brigade fights for glory, it must take the XXX heights" is also a slogan often shouted on some occasions.

Obviously, a small hill that has been blown up is not worth exchanging with one's life, and even if it is captured, it cannot be used in exchange for benefits, and the most important thing is the strategic significance behind it.

At this time, this increasingly independent semi-enclosed plane is a piece of strategic high ground that is being contested, and the gods of order may intervene at any time, so even if they know that teleportation at this time is simply a loss to the family, but after finding that the plane has begun to get out of control, the emperors did not hesitate to smash their own family.

"Ah, I'm coming, I've seen it, I've conquered it!"

The lucky ghoul had just come out of the black pillar of light, and before he could celebrate his luck with the death test, he lowered his head in a miserable howl, and a large amount of black mist left his body, along with his hundred years of reason and experience.

Just now, he was still releasing bold words, and when he opened his eyes again, he was a ghoul who couldn't stop dripping with saliva, and he had become evil, and he directly lay down and lowered his head to gnaw on the bones of the corpse.

"Another unlucky guy who was sent in without understanding it."

The corpse witch has a death contract link and orders it to get out of the way, such things have been encountered too many times these days, and they have long been used to it.

And then came out, it was a scarred death knight squad, they broke a lot of hands and feet, and they barely got out of the pillar of light by supporting each other, judging from the fact that they still kept their senses, all of them were high-level undead, this was an elite reinforcement and a big man, and immediately a corpse witch came to treat it, and by the way, he registered to be ready to accept the reorganization of the legion.

"All members of the Scarlet Thorn Knights are here. I'm Elber, the head of the regiment. ”

It was actually an undead monarch-level death knight lord, and the corpse witch released the "breath of death" to heal his wounds. while registering it. But halfway through the writing. But he hesitated for a moment and asked.

"All staff? Isn't the Scarlet Thorn a very famous knight in the Valley of the White Devils? It is said that there are more than 100 high-ranking death knights"

The rest of the words were out of his mouth, the pale arm already grasped the skull of the corpse witch, and the death knight Elber was full of rage.

"Click!"

Should it be said that everyone is happy, the mouthy corpse witch once again showed what it means to die if you don't die, and the death knight lord who suffered heavy losses also found a target to vent his anger, but he couldn't let go of his brother who had suffered heavy casualties behind him.

"It's not on the battlefield yet. Of the one hundred and thirty-six brothers, only thirteen are left, damn Esso! Damn the rift in space! And this damn fate! ”

But no matter how much they complain, they can't change the fate of their cannon fodder, since they are destined to pay sacrifices, since the Undead Emperor has made up his mind, even the Undead Monarch can't escape the fate of doomed destruction.

Although the normal teleportation chance is as high as about 40%, this is an average of countless 0% and 100%, and if you are unlucky, such as the blood-red thorn that happened to hit the spatial rift, you will become an unlucky person of about 10%.

But even cursing the Undead Emperor who forced them into the rift couldn't change the things that followed. As dimensional invaders, they can only go one way to the dark.

Soon, this Death Knights, who had suffered a lot of losses, would be taken to the Tower of Spiritualism where to be treated. Then use the ability of the Death Knight to lead the troops, and reorganize the middle and low-level undead for them, as long as there are enough skeletons and zombies, almost a death knight can bring up a legion.

"Plants vs. Zombies" continues, and the war on the front line still hasn't stopped, but if you pay attention to the shape of the battlefield, there are not many high-level undead who are the backbone of the elite on the undead side, and camps have been built around the Soul Tower, and a large number of undead laborers are working overtime, and probably soon a fortress-level defensive line will be built.

When the refueling tactic cannot effectively deplete the opponent's combat power, but only becomes the experience point of the enemy's growth, no qualified commander will start a useless battle.

The camps were full of reinforcements who had just arrived from the Blasphemous Plane, and it was obvious that the undead were accumulating the strength to launch a general attack, and the small force of war in front of them was just sending a redundant miscellaneous army to reconnoiter the line of fire.

And the wood spirit side did not have the intention of taking the initiative to attack, after all, the newborn they would greatly reduce their strength if they left the shelter of the forest, if they attacked the territory of the undead, it would be equivalent to leaving their own plane, and after losing the immortality, one less would die, and naturally there would be no capital to take the initiative to attack.

Seeing the undead's troops piling up more and more, they were also very worried in their hearts, but they could only continue to strengthen the defense line, breed clansmen, and produce new war machines.

For the undead, it is not enough to only have troops, although limited to the rules of the plane, it is still impossible for the Undead Emperor to come in his heyday at this stage, and their cronies are too powerful, it is difficult to descend directly, even if it is not completely successful, but how much they can play with a discount in strength is also a problem, but if they can't, someone can do it.

"I didn't expect to come back so soon."

The Lich Fetrand slowly walked out of the rules of the plane, lamenting the impermanence of the world, and casually pulling out the bones of the corpse witches around him, recovering the lower half of his body that he had lost in the teleportation.

With Emperor Esso personally intervening to bless and protect him, even if he was a little unlucky, he encountered a spatial crack like the unlucky guy in front, and still successfully completed the teleportation.

As the undead lord who stepped into the epic rank on the main plane, and as one of the strongest undead in the Ash world, the former second consul of Ciro Fetrán does have the capital of pride.

Although he was ultimately defeated in the Ciro Civil War, as the vanguard of the "Leading Party" of the Ash Plane, he was still respected and trusted by the Emperor of the Undead, and was even accepted as a disciple by Emperor Esso, teaching many secret methods of the undead, and getting the opportunity to comprehend the rules of the desecration plane.

"Oh, Omar! Reinhart! We still have a lot of time, so let's wait for me to come back. ”

He vaguely peeked into the crack in the door that broke through the epic realm, and he was about to take revenge because of his great strength, and he was appointed by Emperor Esso the Great and became the front-line commander. It can be said that the power is in hand.

And. Just take this small plane that serves as a springboard. He was even the commander-in-chief of the entire undead invasion, and a repeat of the Eternal Night Plague was just around the corner, perhaps even more majestic than the man back then, thinking of this, Fetrand smiled proudly, at this time he felt more high-spirited than back then, and even felt that losing the Ciro Civil War was not necessarily a good thing.

"Don't be too happy, the will of the plane is not easy to deal with. Let's hurry up and consolidate the army, I always have a foreboding. ”

If Fetrand was overjoyed that he had simply obtained the key to the higher ranks, the former First Archon, the ancient bone dragon Gricasio, had gained even more, and Emperor Esso commented on it, "Give it two hundred years, and one more chair will be added to us." ”

Yes, with the guidance of a bone dragon born of the Undead Emperor, Grikasio, who has accumulated enough to accumulate enough, has already stepped on the threshold of the Undead Emperor, and it is only a matter of time before the last door of the epic level is opened, and becoming the next Undead Emperor is just around the corner.

Although he said cautious words, it was just his usual habit of being low-key and cautious. Originally, he was the strongest in Xiluo, and he has always been the strongest undead creature in his own plane, and now his strength has increased greatly. Who will you really be afraid of?

"It's a pity that 'that person' isn't here, otherwise I can let him see my newfound power."

When he also set foot in that realm, in the heart of the ancient bone dragon, there was even a vague ambition to challenge the person who had always suppressed him in the past.

"Whoa!!"

"We will win! The living will sleep for ever, and the eternal night will come! ”

"Mistress Gricasio has finally arrived. We can charge again. ”

Bursts of cheers attracted the attention of the two undead monarchs, it turned out that above the camp over there, there was a huge bone dragon circling, the ordinary bone dragon was not as big as one of its claws, and the death wings could cover the sky, that belonged to the coercion of the top undead, in the eyes of many high-level undead, it was naturally an ally who came to support, which immediately caused bursts of cheers.

The army of the undead here has been suppressed, and one of the important reasons is that there are no top-level undead who can control the scene, and now it seems that a minimum of epic ancient bone dragons have arrived, and they are naturally very excited, and those who are well-informed even shouted the name of the bone dragon boss who is expected to arrive.

But not far away, the real Gricasio was full of surprise, he hadn't heard that the Undead Emperors had sent other super bone dragons, how could the figure of this bone dragon be a little familiar, as if he had seen it there not long ago.

"Golia!!"

However, Fetrand was surprised, although Golia, who loves beauty, rarely shows her bone dragon form, but in the final battlefield that decided the kingship of Ciro, the bone dragon that suddenly glided and descended almost killed his own Night Council, and now this familiar magic fluctuation is in front of him, how could he admit his mistake.

The enemy was divided into eyes, and Fetrand immediately tried to rush forward to take revenge, but Gricas stopped him.

"Wait, she's got someone on her back."

"Even if there are people, who are we afraid of?"

"Do you think Egria's temperament will let anyone ride on his back? It's just that person. ”

"Could it be?"

The Lich Fetrand was startled and quickly released an arcane eye, only to be met by the lich on the dragon's back.

He was lying on the recliner with Shi Shiran, enjoying the sun with magic crystal sunglasses, and waving down triumphantly, like the head of his troops.

And suddenly, as if sensing his own peeping in the void, he smiled at the invisible eye, still saying something in his mouth, and then snapped his fingers, and the picture returned to the void.

"It's been a long time, my child has been taken care of by you, this time, let me play with you personally, happy game."

In the distance, Grikasio pronounced the soul voice word by word, and the peculiar magic fluctuations were uncompromising evidence, but in fact, the two of them didn't need proof.

Although the fluctuations in the magic power of the table were not strong, just looking at the seemingly calm but crazy soul fire, the strange behavior that would always be unpredictable, Grikasio could be sure that that person had finally returned, and that the Cun Zài, who had made all the Undead Emperors extremely jealous, really existed in this plane.

After so many years, he actually just faked his death, what conspiracy was he planning behind his back, and why did he come forward at this critical moment.

"Eternal Night"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Grikasio could still keep his composure, but Fetrand was devastated, how could he, who was once one of the advisors of the Emperor of the Eternal Night, not know how terrible that person was, who dared to establish a parliamentarian faction to suppress the royal faction, was sure that that person would never return.

Over there, as if there had been enough cheers and applause, Golia turned in a different direction and flew towards the green in the distance.

And when Goliath slowly glided beside the dark clouds and flew above the heads of the two undead princesses, she actually circled slightly.

The two of them clearly saw that on the back of the dragon, the person was happily shaking his hand at him, and even kept kissing and waving, and the enthusiasm was like a friend who had not seen him for a long time.

"Hey!"

Even the warm greeting came down.

"Hey!"

Stared at by the familiar soul fire, Feitland was actually frightened and hurriedly waved to it, this was not a spell, it was just an instinct composed of coercion accumulated over the years.

After receiving a response, the lich in the sky nodded in satisfaction, slapped the bone dragon, and Goliath slowly continued to glide towards the forest.

It seemed that the reinforcements had just arrived to attack the enemy, and a burst of cheers broke out in the barracks, welcoming the departure of the bone dragon.

"Long live Mistress Gricasio!"

"Long live Esso the Great!"

And those who remained in place were only the two new commanders who were stunned, and Grikasio, who had just been called "Long Live", was full of hesitation, and the ambition that had just risen was frightened by the appearance of that person, and it seemed that it had unconsciously turned into nothing.

In the end, the two of them watched the enemy's departure in a daze, completely forgetting their duties as commanders.

After all the time Golia disappeared from sight, neither of them had the courage to rise up to intercept, after all, I am afraid that they would have to face that person directly, the one who had suppressed his existence for more than a hundred years just by virtue of the aftermath of death.

"Hey, let's take over the army earlier. lest those little ones rush out on impulse. ”

"Hmm. Well, don't let others wait, let's go quickly. It's so unbelievable that he actually recognized the supreme leader of the Legion by mistake! ”

Well, when someone reappears in front of them, there are still two super undead lords who are a headache for the true gods, obviously they are frightened out of their hearts, and they have been living in the shadow of this person for too long. (To be continued......)

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