A dim ball of light had risen high above the horizon, and if it weren't for the fact that there was nothing in the sky, no one would have believed that the ball of light that was like a candle flame that was immediately extinguished, was the sun that could blind the eyes just by looking at it here in the past.

It's cold, a desert without the sun is not much warmer than an ice sheet, and this cold is dry, cold without any moisture to speak of, as cold as death. The dead gray sky hung over it like a huge pot lid, without a trace of clouds, let alone birds, only the ghostly fire of the sun hanging lifelessly on it. The Wyvern Desert, which used to be like a scorching hell, is now like a huge graveyard. Even though there were tens of thousands of the most elite troops in the continent standing here, the air was still silent, cold, dead.

Not only is it based on the magic map to detect and judge, there are constantly scouts and scouts watching the movements of the Necronomion King and the army of the undead, and the dispatch of the front line is still meticulous and meticulous. As planned, all the troops that could reach had arrived, and they were all here quietly waiting for the impending common enemy.

The tens of thousands of troops did not make a sound, only occasionally the sonorous sound of fate sounded in all directions, and the atmosphere and the tremendous pressure here made them unable to speak.

Two large blue portals flickered, and a steady stream of orc troops and warrior mages were lining up to fish out. This is the last and most elite group of fighters. Walking behind the troops were Regiment Commander Roland and Lancelot. and Adrid, Granddon, the two tower owners.

The last to step out of the door of another dimension were two people. Gru and Asa.

Gru was still naked, without any protective gear. He didn't seem to need these things in the water. But he now had the black longbow in his hand.

Completely different from when it was in the hands of the elven patrolmen, this Phantom Bow was no longer ordinary black, and there was a faint layer of light flowing on it. In the waves, the complex number of elements is difficult to understand, and the universe is rising and disappearing.

"What a big battle...... The door of another dimension behind him slowly closed, and Asa looked at the tens of thousands of troops in front of him and sighed.

It's all about people. And these are no ordinary people. They are the most outstanding warriors. It's just that the purpose of these warriors here is to desperately escort him.

Looking back, behind them was a tall, mighty black mountain range. That's what he'd heard countless times. The Shadow Spiral Mountains, which have not been seen until now. The Valley of Deya, the Necromantic Guild and the Dark Star are just behind this boundless mountain range.

An incomparably thick black aura was coming out from that direction, and it was already pitch black, and it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye where the sky was and where the mountains were. This mountain range is like a huge tombstone. It's not just his monument, it's everyone's tombstone.

The first time he had come to a place where he had been entangled with him for so long, Asa's hand was tightly clenched on the knife at his waist. It was his own knife, and he still had the Ring of the King in his hand that had exhausted its power.

Originally, the knife had been seized when Radiant Castle was arrested. He asked Lancelot to send someone to the ruins of Radiant Castle to retrieve it. I don't know if it was infected by the breath of the Necromantic King or washed away by the majestic power of light of the archangel, the magic originally attached to it was gone, and the knife was reduced to an ordinary weapon that was not surprising, an ordinary weapon made by his own collection of his father's own satin.

Choosing a random magic weapon from the church and the magic academy is definitely more powerful than this knife, but Asa still brought this knife with him. He didn't really want weapons. It's the feeling when you hold the knife. As now, the unpretentious and familiar touch in his hand can give him a little more calm.

Asa was wearing the robes of the Ghost King. As if affected by the fluctuations coming from the depths of the Shadow Swirl Mountains, the magic robe seemed to come to life, echoing with the breath of his body and breathing with the breath from the depths of the mountain range. The air condensed as if it were dead. The robe was constantly shaking slightly.

"That guy is more than sixty ......miles from here," Asa said, closing his eyes. With the feeling that came from the robe of the ghost king, it was connected. He could feel the huge fluctuations that were coming towards here.

"No, it's only twenty miles. Lancelot, who was not far away, said that a red flag was waving in a certain way in the distance, which was the news from the scout at the front.

"Twenty miles?" Asa felt clearly, but he also knew that Lancelot's men couldn't make such a mistake.

"You're feeling just the guy at the core. Gru said lightly.

In other words, this army of the undead is about forty miles in radius. Adrid's voice sounded chilling.

Lancelot said: "According to the report a few days ago, it was only twenty miles. ”

"The closer you get here, the stronger the effect of the Dark Star becomes. Asa said. Behind him, in the deepest depths of the Shadow Spirals, in a bigger, darker place, a stronger sensation was roaring and churning out to drown everything and crush everything. "Probably before our army was assembled, all the undead in this Shadow Vortex Mountain Range had already taken the initiative to approach him. Needless to say, as long as he can enter the Valley of Dia, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop him. ”

"Forty miles......" Captain Roland sighed softly.

"It's the same for as many miles, just kill and attack. Gru said lightly.

"That's a good point. Lancelot nodded, then took a deep breath and roared out of the voice. "Everyone listened, and the battle began. Let's go. ”

The roar reached everyone's ears like a thunderclap that was about to tear and smash the dead silence around it.

"Departure...... Let's go...... Departure ......" Commands rang out everywhere like echoes, and the tens of thousands of troops that had been standing still here began to move like a huge beast that had awakened, heading towards the already visible black in front of them.

I don't know who roared first, and all the soldiers on the march began to shout and roar. No one deliberately mobilized morale, this is the desire to survive from the depths of the soul in this dead gray cemetery between heaven and earth, which has long been suppressed and depressed. Even the priests and magicians couldn't help but start shouting together, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people converged into a dragon with a sound in this lifeless space.