Count Cameron, one of the few strongest men left by his side, fled the city that would haunt his dreams.

Freedom reigned, he had never imagined facing an army of more than 100,000 undead!

Isn't this kind of thing unique to mythological times? Isn't this the patent of the Grim Reaper, who has long since fallen?

Fleeing back to the station overnight, he passed on all the information in detail to his immediate boss, Her Royal Highness Princess Miranda, the new female god of war of the kingdom, and then waited for her instructions.

Soon after, a team full of mystery passed by his fortress, replenished some supplies, and did not stop for a moment, but went directly to Mosok, and very curious, he couldn't help but secretly send his henchmen scouts to find out how things were going on.

Gutaling, Old Ian Tavern.

Sheriff Somar pushed open the wooden door, squeezed his way through the crowd of drinkers to the bar, reached out and tapped lightly on the table, "Ian, Golden Spirits." ”

The tavern owner, who was in a hurry, brought a few glasses of wine to the bar, and replied, "Wait, wait for me a little longer." ”

Finding that a strong man was leaving, Somar quickly reached out and pulled the vacated high chair in front of him, sat down, and when old Ian finally brought his wine, he took a sip first, and then joked to the other party, "It seems that you can completely make up for your losses some time ago." ”

Wiping the hot sweat from his forehead with the dry rag on his hand, Ian brought himself half a glass of ale wine, and wiped his beard after drinking it all, "I'd rather not have so many people, my God, it feels like the whole bazaar has moved into my tavern, and if it lasts like this for a few more days, I'll have to give the guests water, by the way, is there any good news?" ”

After another sip of wine, Somar's yellow eyebrows furrowed and shook his head, "No, there is still a steady stream of refugees coming in the back, and the cause of the sudden disaster before has not been found, it seems that these people will have to stay in the town for a while." ”

When it came to the word disaster, as a formal knight, he couldn't help but show a frightened expression, the earth-shattering explosion half a month ago, most of the people of Gutaling could see it clearly, the huge mushroom cloud that rose up I don't know how high, and seemed to reach the sky directly is still so terrifying now.

According to the news that came later, a place the size of dozens of miles was razed to the ground, not to mention the villages and residents within the range, and even the original Najeshida Mountain was blown down by a small half, and you can imagine how powerful the explosion was at that time.

The three supreme gods are above, isn't this the divine punishment that those pastors say about it?

Anyway, at least in Somar's concept, even a legendary-level powerhouse should not have such a destructive power, and as far as he knew, the center of this explosion seemed to be not far from Miss Catherine's team.

No, it shouldn't be possible to have anything to do with them, how could there be such a big disturbance for the succession of a marquis? If you really have this ability, it is estimated that it is enough to be directly divided into the Grand Duke by the Holy Fields Empire.

Thinking of this, a figure in a gray robe suddenly appeared in front of him, and the cold oppression he had felt seemed to pass over his body again, coupled with the fact that he was invited by Miss Catherine to go on the road together, whether it was strength, motive, time and place, it could match!

Could it really be him? But if it was him, why did he make such a big move, why didn't even Miss Catherine survive?

It's complicated!

Shaking his head and throwing his chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Somar's mood was slightly gloomy, Catherine and his party, who had been talking happily with him a few days ago, threw themselves into the arms of the Supreme Three Gods, it seemed that no matter how noble their status was, they were just a passing moment in the face of absolute strength.

This cruel fact couldn't help but make him feel a little sad and empathetic.

Taking a big sip of the drink from his glass, he slid his glass off the bar to Ian Sr., "One more drink." ”

The latter picked up the flask and filled it for him, then leaned closer, with a curious look on his face, "Is the Mossok thing real?" I heard that there ...... over there."

Somar's eyes swept over him, and after thinking about it, he replied in a low voice, "That's right, something is really wrong over there, and I don't know where an undead spellcaster came from in the Dao." ”

He was also curious about this matter, the army of the principality was ready to attack, but suddenly a mysterious strong man came out, this guy forcibly occupied Mosok on the current border between the two countries, and both sides of the war were a little hesitant, after all, before figuring out the position of this strong man, no one dared to cross Mosok to attack the other side, which would expose their supply lines.

And if it's an ordinary character, it's better, in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops, even if it's a legend, you have to be afraid of three points, but this is a strong man who controls the necromancy, and the biggest characteristic of this kind of strong person is that he is not afraid of group battles, and the soldiers at the bottom often have no good way to deal with the undead.

"I've heard that it's Mosok's soul seeking revenge." Old Ian looked into the sheriff's eyes and spoke his opinion.

After another sip of wine, Somar didn't speak, there were more massacres in the war on the entire continent, and he had never seen such a thing happen, without the intervention of the strong, ordinary resentful spirits were very weak at all, compared to this guess, he believed that it was the necromancer who had made a lot of trouble in the Fairmont Kingdom before.

Albert, the capital of the Duchy of Delima.

Although the bustling city has been a little uneasy due to the recent invasion of the Calests, the Delimar people remain as optimistic and strong as ever as a kingdom built from the battle of iron and blood.

They are very convinced that they will win the last victory of the war!

In the heart of the city, and at the highest point on the ground, St. Peter's Palace stands proudly, and the most dazzling of the finely carved palace complexes is the "Hall of Glory", where the Grand Duke Victor lives today.

In the milky white jade-faced stone paved hall, Victor, wearing a golden five-pointed crown, had a ruddy face, not at all like an old man in his seventies, at this time, he looked majestic, sitting on the throne at the end, listening carefully to the report of his subordinates.

“…… The situation on the front line is more or less like this, although there is no decisive result yet, but in the process of containment, our army has completed the scheduled deployment, and then, as long as we cooperate with the offensive of the Fairmont Kingdom, we are absolutely sure that the Calestes will be firmly crucified on the Belize Plain. "Ron, with gray hair and a few deep wrinkles on his forehead? Marquis Anthony pointed to the magic sand table in front of him, his voice confident and calm.

After listening to the analysis of the Minister of War of the Duchy, Archduke Victor lightly tapped twice on the handrail engraved with intricate lines, "Ron, not only that, everything that the Calests have brought us must be repaid by them, and the blood debt of all our people must be repaid by them with blood!" ”

"Blood debt and blood payment!" The Marquis of Anthony gave a military salute with a determined expression, and then slowly retreated.

When he left, Grand Duke Victor turned his gaze to another middle-aged man in the field who was dressed in red, "Darren, has that matter come to an end?" ”

Darren? Marquis Barnard bowed slightly and replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, our people have not found too many valuable clues at the scene, so far, we can only confirm that this incident is related to the first heir of the Younas family, Lady Catherine, but since there are no survivors, we can't make a final conclusion for the time being." ”

After a pause, he looked at the indifferent face of the Grand Duke, and continued: "According to the news of the church, the supreme three gods have passed down a metaphor that this incident is due to the vain attempt of the dead god to revive, but it was finally shattered under the power of the three gods, and the source of that explosion is divine punishment. ”

"Da, da......" The sound of fingertips tapping on the handrail sounded again, Grand Duke Victor was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "Then let this news out, save people panic, Gu Taling will arrange someone to guide it, so many refugees are crowded there, there can be no accidents." ”

"As you wish." After a salute, Darren? Marquis Barnard also slowly retreated.

After a long time, looking at the empty hall where only he was left, Grand Duke Victor suddenly asked: "You said that there was once a man who resembled death in Gutaling?" He later joined the Younas family? ”

The voice of the shadow came from the air, but it was erratic and could not find the source at all, "Well, even if you are not a god of death, you must have a close relationship with him, and the ability to control a large number of revenants is not something that a necromancer or a mage can do. ”

"What did Saffron say?" There was no joy or anger in the Grand Duke's eyes.

"Hehe, the most interesting thing is that this guy is not only not dead, but will also become one of the figures who will affect the situation on the entire continent in the future, and, Sephilon said, it won't be long before this person will definitely come to him."

"It's really interesting......

In the kingdom of Phyllis Kenyan, in the magnificent temple of light, many knights in heavy armor are sitting silently.

Paladins are a profession unique to this kingdom, and unlike the priests of the Holy Alliance, they do not need to believe in any gods, they only need to embrace the Light sincerely, and the more they believe in their beliefs, the stronger their power becomes.

Unlike the outer sanctum, the more lavish inner sanctum, where only three knights knelt down to meditate.

Suddenly, a melodious and mellow voice sounded in the hall, "Children, use all your strength to go to the Duchy of Delima to find a man named Chardon, don't clash with him, and bring him back at all costs, this is related to the fate of the world!" ”

Suddenly, two men and a woman, who were praying and meditating, opened their eyes at the same time, looked at each other, and left together.

Entering the small conference room on the side, before he could sit down, one of the tall, muscular men with short flaxen hair was the first to speak, "How do we do it?" ”

The black-haired woman, who was petite in stature but full of aura, looked at the two companions and took the initiative to say, "Let me go, the meaning of the metaphor seems to be to cooperate with the other party, and there should be no danger." ”

The man with the mustache and elegant demeanor at the end of the line nodded slightly, "It's okay, but you better bring the redemption team with you, Yu Xili attaches great importance to this matter, and you have to be careful of any unexpected resistance, after all, it is in the territory of the evil god." ”

After a pause, he asked again, "How are you going to go, there is a war going on over there." ”

"Let's pass from the Sea of Falling Stars, just pretend to be a smuggling caravan, and bring some glory grass, I think the current Delima people will welcome us." The female knight had clearly made a plan.