In the dark Pacific Ocean, serene like a scrawny night watchman, in the broken body, rippling with vast souls.

Near the water antenna of the Beacon of Eternity floated a few looming ghost ships, their hulls riddled with holes, the water piercing the deck and soaking the black robes that had landed, mixed with muddy foam and moldy wood chips. These black-robed men stood very stiffly, but they were not covered with large hoods, there were old men, there were young girls, more bewitching teenagers, and on the left side of these people's faces, they were all strangely decorated with black roses, but at the second glance they looked more like beautiful skeletons, the petals were fangs and claws, all stretched upwards, over the pupils and eyelashes, and resting on the broken forehead. When the eyes blinked, it looked like the stamen was devouring something, and the sticky eyeballs were all rotten flesh left over from the bombardment of the arcane missile.

The girl at the front of the fleet raised her cloak, held the dark crystal wand in her little hand hidden in the shadows, stared at the water with her clear right eye, and said quietly: "Professor Nalo, are we really going to float to the other side of the ocean, what kind of world is that?" ”

The witch walked over and stroked the girl's length with her withered hands, her eye sockets were deep-set, the corners of her eyes were dry and cracked like barren soil, and there was no aura on her eyes, like purified ghouls, when they walked around the beacon of eternity, the glorious body of Noah's Ark roared by, and the rushing waves made them almost shipwrecked, and the strange thing is that no matter what angle the ghost ship tilted, it could slowly return to normal, swaying and moving on, and when the sea was completely calm, Professor Nalo stopped controlling the fleet and said: " The world we are about to arrive in is like the Noah's Ark, there are strange people and things, more demanding and esoteric knowledge and scholarship, nobles and commoners, and these things are not what "Eulogizing the Corpse" should focus on, all we can do is to redeem and be redeemed. ”

The girl was not talking, but crouched down very boringly, clasped her fingers on the moldy wood on the deck, and her right eye was still staring at the sea, as if some treasure had been thrown in, and while the professor was distracted, she suddenly stood upright, and while waving her wand, she shouted out half of an obscure sentence that was obviously not elven or spelling. The originally calm sea immediately shook, the sea water seemed to be boiled, churning with a radius of at least ten meters of rotating bubbles, several steel tentacle-like things pierced the water, stretching and contracting very regularly, from the distant and mysterious depths of the seabed, there was a burst sonic roar, the black-robed people instinctively summoned the defensive barrier, in addition to the purity of the elements and the brightness of the shield, this breath should have crossed the black magic spurned by the Terran mages, but from the undead magic of the Black Sea Islands and the Dark Canyon, A taboo sub-subject on the number one blacklist by the Holy See's Ministry of Magic.

As the crowd calmly responded, the tentacles were unbridled and dragged out even larger metal surfaces, wings that could not be obtained with measuring tools, and although only a third of them were exposed, they were already as tall as the Obelisk of the Sun God.

Countless sea fish were swept up by the wind and waves, swirled in the air, and fell on the deck of the ghost ship, the girl continued to wave her wand, smiling brightly, and just as she was immersed in the world of joy and unable to extricate herself, the black crystal wand disappeared out of thin air and appeared in the old woman's hand. She levitated out of thin air, flew into the air above the wings that were constantly cutting through the sea, and kept beating the monster that was about to rush out with her black crystal wand, out of the sound that often appeared in the blacksmith's shop, and the interesting thing was that the unknown species that inhabited the bottom of the sea actually swayed half of its wings like a child, and dived back obediently.

Professor Nallow returned to the ship, took his wand into his arms, and said in a reproachful tone, "Listen, Rose, before you make it to the capital of the 6th Harbor, I hope you will be able to settle down and save yourself enough strength to welcome a new master you have never met." ”…

Seeing that his wand was confiscated, Rose's fair little face was full of loss, and he tried to argue: "However, it has been more than two months, and Qu Lier has been alone at the bottom of the icy sea, and she will be sick." ”

The witch Nalor shook her head firmly and smiled, "The adult steel dragon from the distant Black Sea is a more eternal species than the Ancient Tree of Life. ”

"Is the ancient species professor from the Dark Canyon more harsh than Professor Su?" It's a beautiful analogy that directly stabs the weakest part of the witch Nalo's heart.

"Don't put that old goblin in front of me!!" The witch screamed with no grace, the sound almost piercing the eardrums of everyone in attendance, so much so that everyone regretted retracting their defensive shields prematurely.

"This sexy voice has a very youthful taste, if Professor Naluo greets the old stubborn Custer in this way every time he sees it, I believe Professor Su will definitely take the initiative to quit." Ross laughs like a chime, uncovering the tragic romance of an old witch.

"Rose, stop messing around, the descendants of the Domi Lich Clan are not as precocious as you." Nalo blinked his turquoise eyes, looking a little angry.

As if sensing some kind of education, the girl sat on the deck very well-behaved, played with two bone spur daggers to manicure her nails, and hummed a very obscure Norse nursery rhyme, and the song came out of the sea, like the cry of the Naga Siren.

Dawn, dawn is coming, where the sea and the sky meet, there are countless light elements roaring.

North of the Mogula Mountains, the main city of the Kingdom of Kot.

Near the ceremonial platform in the central square, the Wild Chrysanthemum Battle Banner gathered the mutilated Royal Knights, the court magicians soaked in witch robes, the two great sword saints with broken heavy swords, and the armor that should be called a work of art was covered with filth. Objects and plasma, the stiff face stained with dust, only the pupils of light and heat were exposed, and the castle tower, which was equipped with fortress-like reinforcement and protection, was gone, leaving only the ruins and endless dust.

While they waited, two more horses fell to the ground because they were overwhelmed, and the knights could only stand in place, supporting the bodies of the crossbows with their spears.

The horn sounded alone, and in the direction of the sound, a huge golden-colored figure slowly walked towards him, and the broadsword behind him was long enough to mop the ground, covering the tip, and there was a flame body with extremely high purity.

The corpses of the besieging beasts have been buried at the city gates, forming a natural defensive mountain of meat, the first barbarian warrior has just emerged, and it was bombarded into powder by an instantaneous arcane missile, and then more minotaur warriors who have been blessed by the great shaman in a bloodthirsty state, their mechanical charge, and cannon fodder nature fall, in exchange for the energy depletion of magicians and arcanists, these chakra heroes who have been fighting for several days without a guarantee of endurance, at this time even the simplest elemental balls are already very difficult.

The time has come to poison history!

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