A bitter cold wind blew through the vast blue grass of the Duchy of Lotrun, and unlike in previous years, the gray curtain of coal dust stained the crow-white frost and snow with a faint smoke black, which was somewhat a fly in the ointment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the endless snowfield, there is no mountain range to block it, and the power of the cold current can be unleashed to the fullest, so that the hastily built sheepfold roof collapses due to excessive snow, crushing and crushing countless sheep.

"This winter, it's very cold. ”

In the ruined tower on the side of Mount Ograni, the Death Lord Salons are receiving the emissary sent by the Dark Alliance, the Siren Queen Fenahiri, and her lieutenant is silent hidden in a mask and hooded cloak.

Although his identity was not revealed, Aldrich Tris still knew that this person's identity was none other than the half-elven sage Ryansta, who had fought in the Battle of Moon Island in the North Sea.

In the past memories of the two legends, there had never been such a strange lord-level king in the realm of death, and not only the Siren Queen Fenahiri, but even the half-elven saints were suspicious of the relevant statements he revealed.

In particular, seeing the continuous devouring of coal and iron ore, the smelting furnace where the white bones are smelted spit boiling hot gas and soot, and from time to time pour out incandescent molten steel, which is then directly injected into the mold, and the assembly line operation creates thousands of steel equipment.

Even ordinary skeleton soldiers are armed to the teeth, and the skeleton mage's bone enhancement technique can resist the thin skin iron armor with ease and ease when brushed several times.

As for the sluggish zombies, they are also combined into a spider chariot equipped with a mortar by the peculiar sword and spider suit, which can be attacked from a distance and harvested in close combat.

The two far-sighted men knew very well that once these heavy tanks were in battle in groups, a simple charge could flatten any line of defense.

In particular, it is suitable for all-terrain and has no blind spots in the field of vision, and it can be said to be competent for battles in various environments, which has to be said to be a pioneering feat.

Such a unique creativity, the crown of wisdom, can appear in the hands of elven masters, can also appear in the name of human engineers, but only fall on the heads of the undead with dry brains, so that everyone feels incredulous, and they all want to dissect the brains of the source initiators and slice them to study whether there are still fresh brains.

It's a pity that this Death Lord of unknown origin has not only formed and possessed a powerful army of undead, but also surpassed the Kraken Queen and the Half-Elven Sage in his own strength.

If you don't want to risk your own death, you can only communicate with each other on an equal footing, transcending the legends above mortals, and respecting never the status and past glory, but the relatively more practical power and personal strength.

The Death Lord Saron has earned the approval of the loose Dark Alliance, especially his Iron Community Pact with the Blood Heschet Chief, and seems to be an emerging force that can be co-opted.

However, Aldrich Triss's avatar did not respond to the temptation of the two uninvited visitors, and in order to save their face, the Headless Horseman Griffid, who was with him, took over the topic.

"What does it have to do with us that only mortals can fear winter and shiver in the bitter cold winds?"

The greetings at the first meeting were interrupted halfway, and the Siren Queen Fenahili was a little dissatisfied, but as a legend, how could she deal with low-level undead.

On the contrary, the silent half-elven sage stared at the Headless Horseman with disgust, the blood of wind and water ignited and merged into the ocean realm, and he instinctively repelled the land, not to mention the undead who violated the natural cycle.

Reynstad's gaze was like a hammer, striking Griffith's knees and nearly breaking his legs.

The wounded Headless Horsemann screamed and put on a hollow flaming pumpkin head, derived from the Eye of Judgment of the Ferryman of the River Styx, and part of the authority of the Dark Lord appeared in him.

"Despicable sinner, look me in the eye!"

The Half-Elf Sage keenly captures the aura of danger and would rather have his reputation disgraced than dare to look at the transformed Headless Horseman.

Unfortunately, the divine power of the Eye of Judgment, the robe of Wave Foam made through the skin of the North Sea Giant Quileken, landed directly on Ryanstadt's body, ignoring any defenses and throwing it into the depths of his mind.

Countless whirlpools protect the isolated islands in the sea, lush primeval jungles, and verdant vines implicate each other, becoming a paradise for birds and animals. The palm-sized lake elves, flapping their crystal clear dragonfly-like wings, are busy pollinating the flowers that are not thanked for the four seasons. The woodpecker stretched out its claws to grasp the trunk of the tree, pecked at the bark of the tree, killed the moths inside, and dragged it out to devour. Unfortunately, there is a lack of carnivorous beasts, and wild deer, snow hares, forest martens and other animals enjoy a demure atmosphere, but at the same time they are extremely lazy.

Until the divine power of the Eye of Judgment suddenly descended, and the distant and quiet sky, a burning meteorite pierced the sky.

Suddenly, it slammed into the ground, and the flames of destruction burned the isolated island in the sea, and the tumbling flame shockwave instantly reduced it to charred ashes.

"You are guilty, you are guilty......"

Between the vast desert and the boundless heaven and earth, the reverberating voice is a loud and unusually loud accusation, originating from the judgment of the immortal gods, even the elect of the half-elven gods of the old era, and the sages of the current ocean realm, are somewhat unbearable.

The countless whirlpools guarding the isolated islands in the sea gradually emerged giants condensed by the sea, hundreds and thousands of them, spitting clear sweet springs into the burning islands, guarding the seeds of life that have not yet burned to the ashes, that is, the past of Reynstadt.

Losing the connection with the half-elven god was his last spiritual sustenance, and once he was destroyed by the Eye of Judgment, then Reynstad could never go back.

"I am not guilty! It is unforgivable blasphemy that a vile false god should dare to judge God's chosen people. ”

The Eye of Judgment continues to dig deep into the spiritual world of the Half-Elf Sage, but Ryan Tower, who can be called the Holy Spirit in the old days, is pure and free of impurities in his heart. Some unseemly selfishness, even if magnified ten or a hundred times, will not be able to punish him.

It can only end here, the words of judgment continue, but the support of the source is a little empty, coupled with the persistence of the half-elf saint, it was not burned by the fire of destruction from the sky, and finally lasted to the end.

The fire of the spiritual world for a few days and nights was only ten breaths in reality, and the Headless Horseman certainly did not succeed, and the host behind him, the dark lord who stayed in the secret realm of the forest, withdrew his authority unexpectedly.

However, Ryanstadt's body was a little miserable, the cloak made of the skin of the North Sea Giant Quileken kept making a crisp sound of foam exploding, and the body heated up sharply, as if it was boiling a lobster.

The Siren Queen Fenahiri immediately understood what had just happened, and for the Death Lord who was silent, the vigilance in her heart instantly rose to the highest, and then she showed a faint wry smile.

The main master didn't make a move, just an inconspicuous subordinate, and he made the half-elf sage whose strength was not much different from his own to the ground.

If the Headless Horseman had attacked himself just now, and there were too many dark and unbearable pasts in his heart, would he be able to dodge the attack that pointed directly at the heart?

There is no equal strength on the side, it turns out to be the Siren Queen and the Half-Elf Sage who think they are the best in the Dark Alliance, no wonder the Death Lord doesn't answer, and he can't look down on the two visitors who don't have a correct attitude.

After recognizing the facts, Fenahiri relented a lot, and at the same time regretted that she did not carry the shield inlaid with the head of Medusa, if she used Eternal Petrification in her hand, she could threaten the Death Lord's hole cards, maybe the other party would show a respectful attitude.

It is an unforgivable mistake to overestimate oneself and underestimate the strength of one's opponent at the same time!

The Siren Queen sneered and wanted to say something to ease the tense atmosphere a little, but the deputy of this trip, Reynstadt, who had an extremely fast recovery speed, had already summoned the Sea King Trident from the realm.

The smell of damp sea, the salty smell of the sea, even the home of the ruined tower where the Lord of Death has long entrenched, has a place.

Only the realm can fight the realm!

Reynstad's "ocean" occupies the upper end of the mainstream in the natural system, giving birth to surging vitality and many secondary fields. As for Salon's "death", it also has a very high status in the dark system, and it is also a part of the life cycle, which is closely related to nature.

However, the half-elf sage has the high-level artifact of the Sea King Trident, although it is only a copy of the realm condensation, and because he has come into contact with the artifact entity, he has thirty percent of the divine power.

Unfortunately, his opponent was the reserve of the gods, the administrator of the Grotesque Festival in the secret realm of the forest, and he was supported by two immortal demigods.

Moreover, the geographical environment surrounded by mountains in the deep inland also made it impossible for Ryan Star to give full play to the divine power of the Sea King Trident, and in the near sea or even the ocean, the Half-Elf Sage would definitely be able to gain the upper hand.

Fenahiri sighed helplessly, she didn't want to see the first tentative meeting put the two sides in a situation where the two sides were opposed, and if they really went against each other, they would only lose reinforcements and have one more terrible enemy.

The Siren Queen took out a palm-sized blue conch from the leather pouch tied to her seaweed belt, brought it to her mouth and blew it softly, and the song of the stormy waves that could soothe the wrath of nature in the field of musical notes spread melodiously.

Ryansta's tense expression gradually relaxed, and the Aquaman Trident dissipated in an instant, and as for the Death Lord's reaction, as long as the opponent did not show hostility, he was happy to be idle.

However, he was inevitably interested in Fenahiri's ability to influence the Song of the Sea of the Half-Elven Sage who had entered the legend, but it was only interested.

The two powerful visitors won the approval of the Death Lord, and after the atmosphere eased, the conversation entered the substance.

Overall, the two sides had a full exchange of views and enhanced mutual understanding, but unfortunately no agreement was reached.

Aldrich Triss originally planned to let the avatar infiltrate the Death Lord to investigate the details of the dark alliance formed by the inhumans, but after experiencing the desperate show off of his strength just now, he changed his mind.

A club with no cohesive organization, no political program and goals, almost no binding force on its members, and an extremely loose system!

"With an army of the undead that is growing every day, an almost complete industrial system of steel-arms production, and a coal and steel community with the vampire family of Heschet bonded by common interests, what is the need for me to join you and become one of them. ”

"How far can a sparse group of people who have been almost obsolete by the times be able to sustain you as far as you go? Remember, you are always a very small exception, and you have little or no influence on the situation. There is also a lack of necessary understanding and adaptability to the new era that is rolling in. ”

"Continue to enjoy the glory of the legend, I believe that this good time will not be too long! Extremely profound changes have taken place, even if I have a long life, I have to change for it, as for you who lack or even have no sense of crisis, choose to continue to huddle together for warmth, or be crushed before the tide of the times, please feel free!"

The Siren Queen couldn't help but fall into deep thought after hearing the words of the Death Lord, but the lonely half-elf sage was greatly shaken, and he leisurely recalled the battle of the North Sea, how the son of the sea, Quileken, was killed.

The roar of 10,000 cannons, the war at the national level, they are no longer able to control it, and there is no room for even a little interference.