On the border between the Elroda Empire and the Kingdom of Ovite, the Walloon Plateau stands here for eternity, although the empire and the kingdom have claimed absolute territorial rights here, but everyone on the continent knows that the real masters of the Walloon Plateau are the barbarian tribes who have lived here for generations. Although the level of civilization is very backward, he still lives a life of drinking blood. But smart people know that that's not a reason to provoke them. Those daredevils have turned their bodies into fertilizer on the Walloon Plateau. After all, even the absolute ace combat power of the Ovite Kingdom such as the Knights of the Wind is placed here, while the Eloda Empire is directly fortified.

But the originally desolate and barren Walloon Plateau has become strange and lifeless, the plants that were once full of life have withered and rotted, the birds that flew to the sky have disappeared, and the dead silence has remained unchanged for thousands of miles.

Duke Tanatos flew through the air with the Scythe of Death in his hand, enjoying a good show on the ground.

Outside of the ruined barbarian tribe, this small barbarian tribe is surrounded by hundreds of zombies, all of whom were their kindred not so long ago.

Relying on the protection of the ancestral totem, this weak barbarian tribe is struggling to support. But as time passed, the light of the ancestral totem had gradually dimmed, and it was only a matter of time before the village was breached.

"Akaru, come here. "Standing in the crowd of barbarians, the ancestor priest Kemansa looked at the blood-stained sky in the distance, and called Akaru, who was drawing a bow and shooting arrows.

Engrossed in it, Akaru heard the ancestor sacrifice calling him, immediately put down his bow and arrows, and then quickly ran to the front of Clutha, "Respected ancestor sacrifice, you call me. ”

"Does my child remember what I said to you last night?"

"Lord Priest, I remember. You say that you were inspired by your ancestors and saw the future in your dreams, about the future of our tribe. Akaru said respectfully.

"Yes, I saw it. I saw a new star rising in the midst of the sea of blood. I saw a falcon preying on toothed rats underground. This is the future of our Kaolin tribe. The ancestor sacrificed to Crusa's old face with hope.

"Lord Priest, are you saying that our tribe will survive this crisis?" asked Akaru.

"No, my child. It is you, our tribe is in danger this time, but you will live and return to the Walloon Plateau with the glory of our tribe in its former glory. Akaru's words shocked Akaru, "What did you say, Lord Priest, why am I the only one to live?"

"My child, don't be sad. This is an opportunity for our tribe to be reborn. We have lost our former glory for too long. ”

Akaru knew what the ancestral sacrifice was talking about. Their Gaoling tribe used to be the most powerful tribe on the Walloon Plateau, but with the rise of the countries around the Walloon Plateau, especially the Ovite Kingdom, their tribe's living space has been continuously compressed. In the end, a big battle broke out between the two sides, and the Kaolin tribe was defeated.

On the Walloon plateau, a loser means losing everything. Those enemies defeated during the rise began to attack the Kaolin tribe. The Kaolin tribe, whose strength was greatly damaged, was defeated and retreated in the face of the invasion of a strong enemy. Eventually, the weakened and disembodied Kaolin tribe survived on the Walloon Plateau and migrated to where they now live. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and they didn't have a few days to live in peace, and they encountered an outbreak of corpse poison again.

"Isn't there any other way to sacrifice to your lordship, aren't the ancestors protecting us anymore?" Akaru was a little agitated, as the most powerful warrior in the tribe, he could not accept this. He would rather die fighting those zombies than survive alone.

"Akaru, the ancestors have been weakened by centuries of displacement, and last night I dreamed of their last help to the tribe. Akaru must live for the sake of the continuation of the tribe, for the glory of the ancestors. Head to the south, where your future companions will help you regain the glory of the Kaolin tribe. ”

Crusa's voice grew weaker and weaker, and Akaru realized that the priest's face was aging rapidly, and the ground was covered with the hair that had fallen out of the priest. "Akaru, the power of the ancestors is almost overwhelmed. For the sake of the clan, you have to live. You take this. ”

Akaru took a stone from the weakened Carusa's hand, as plain as a stone he had picked up on the side of the road, but Akaru knew it was the stone that represented the chieftaincy, and his chief had died in yesterday's battle.

"Son, as long as you live, there is hope for the tribe. I hope you don't live up to the expectations of your ancestors. As he spoke, Crusa, the ancestor priest who had been a tribal priest for half a century, slowly closed his eyes.

Akaru lay the Crutha Sacrifice on the ground, wiped away the tears that had fallen, and then carried the totem that had been standing in the middle of the tribe carved with all the heroic ancestors in the history of the Kaolin tribe, and strode towards the zombie horde that was about to break through the tribe's walls.

Seeing Akaru rushing out first, all the men, women, and children of the tribe, as long as they could still move, all took up their weapons and rushed out of the wall. Among the Kaolin tribes, Akru was the last to know the news, and the rest of the tribes had already been informed of the sacrifice, knowing that as long as the fire was still there, the Kaolin tribe, the most majestic eagle on the Walloon Plateau, would once again spread its wings.

Hope is indeed the most intoxicating thing, it can make desperate people burst into great power in desperate situations, and it can also keep a race or even a world alive. But when hope is dashed, the Duke of Tanatos is enchanted by the variety of postures displayed by the former owner.

"Wake up, my minions. Present me with the greatest art. As the Duke of Tanatos chanted, the figures of the five lichs around him gradually appeared. "Go, my minions, and get rid of the ants on the ground. The barbarian with the totem pole left for me. ”

The erratic lich hovered in mid-air for a moment before rushing toward the ground.

Akaru, who was constantly bombarding the zombies around him with his totem poles, suddenly felt as if something was floating by him. Before he could see what it was, Akaru felt his head a little dizzy, and then he passed out and fell to the ground.

As soon as the lich passes by a zombie or a barbarian, the zombie will stand still, and the barbarian will be motionless as if his soul has been drained.

On the continent of Elda, the only way to craft zombies is to make the souls of the dead unable to leave their bodies to go to heaven or hell. The jealous hatred of all living beings by the soul imprisoned in the broken body for eternity will turn into the power of resentment, which will infect those bitten by zombies and imprison their souls in their bodies.

After collecting all the zombies and barbarian souls from the ground, the lichs flew back to Duke Thanatos. "Come, my slaves, and give your harvest. The five lichs opened their mouths, and countless miserable and wailing souls struggled to be sucked into the Death Scythe in Duke Tanatos's arms.

After doing all this, the Duke of Tanatos did not take another look at the situation on the ground, but kept flying to the horizon.

Shortly after Tanatos left, there was a roar of eagles in the sky. The leader of the Knights of the Windston, Argiello, rode on a griffin and led the first brigade of the Knights of the Windton with a thousand men to fly towards the mountain tribes.

Not long ago, Jagiello, who was at the headquarters of the Knights of Rafaudton, received word that zombies had appeared in the Walloon Plateau near the city of Thurhaven, and that the zombie hordes were attacking a barbarian tribe.

Recently, Jagiello was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of zombies, and he was supposed to beware of the barbarian tribes on the Walloon Plateau, but now he has appeared in this zombie again, and he has to patrol the border between the Walloon Plateau and the Ovite Kingdom every day, after all, the threat of zombies is too great for the kingdom. The high contagiousness of zombies terrifies all the inhabitants of the border, and the tiny city of Port Thurdock is already overcrowded.

"Albert, is there any news from the scouts?" asked Gaialo as he asked the captain of the First Brigade of the Knights of the Windson who had been following him. Due to the strong wind in the sky, if you want to convey the sound, in addition to having enough strength, you can only shorten the distance. After approaching Gaiaro, Albert spoke, "Captain, according to the scout's report, the information is accurate. There was indeed a battle at the location provided by the intelligence, but the situation at the scene was a bit special, and the scouts did not dare to make a judgment, so they still needed the presence of the commander in person. ”

"Well, let's get over there. Gaiaro urged the golden-feathered griffin to speed up, and the knights of Fengton who followed behind followed him to follow Gaiaro's speed towards the target land.

"Albert, what do you think of this?" asked Gaialo, standing among the corpses of the zombies and the Kaolin clan, to the captain of the First Brigade of the Knights of the Windson Knights, who was standing beside him. "Captain, this must have been caused by some kind of magic, judging from the current situation, there was already a battle here when this magic was activated. Albert pointed to the gate of the Gaoling tribe and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the barbarians here were trapped in the tribe under the siege of zombies not long before the magic was activated. Unable to defend for long, this barbarian tribe is ready to fight to the death. That's why they rushed out, but not long after they rushed out, the magic that killed the zombies and barbarians was activated. ”

Albert paused, then continued, "There is a void in the center of this battlefield, and around this void are numerous smashed zombie corpses. There should be a barbarian with a totem pole in his hand. But for some reason the barbarian's body was not seen. ”

"Well, you're right, the barbarian who used the totem pole as a weapon should have just left. Gaiaro said, but his eyes looked at the wall of the Gaoling tribe's stockade, and Akaru hurriedly hid behind the wall.

Before they arrived, Akaru had woken up. It's just that he hasn't had time to examine the corpses of his people yet. Jagiello led the Knights of Fengton down from the sky, and Argiello had no choice but to hide in the wall, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

"Check how. Argyle asked his squire Riel, "Your Excellency, it's all clear. This barbarian tribe is all dead. And those zombies too, and they don't have a trace of evil spirits!"

Riel's words made Argiello a little confused, "Nowhere to go?"

"Yes, sir. We've confirmed it again and again. And there was no warning from malicious detection. Riel replied.

"Well, in that case, Albert, you have people go and burn all those zombie corpses. The barbarian tribes are buried on the spot. I'm going to meet a strange friend. With that, Jaguello walked to the place where Akaru was hiding.