Chapter Seventy-Four: The Empire of the Undead

Everyone immediately walked in the direction of the Goddess of the Dead Moon's divine kingdom, and along the way they encountered many low-level monsters that they had never seen before, and these low-level monsters were wandering around and did not take the initiative to attack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"These little things seem to be interesting, and they were already there when I heard that Eleudnir appeared. Is it a creature that has been living in this palace all along?"

Joanna watched with interest.

"These may be the heirs of Garm, and Marjunline Duo has not been able to clean them up, so I advise you not to fight them. Conrad admonished.

Although they are not afraid of these low-level monsters with their strength - no one knows how many of these things are here, or even if there is anything else behind them?

"Where is the mythical dog?" Joanna's eyes lit up, and she seemed more interested in the dog.

Garm, the mythical three-headed vicious dog, is said to have been guarding the portal in the kingdom of the goddess of the dead moon.

“。。。 I don't know. Conrad was a little speechless, shaking his head at Joanna's rebellious nature, "It's not long since Lord Marjunline Dow summoned Eleudnier, and I think some secrets will have to wait a while. ”

As everyone advanced, a gray mist gradually appeared around them, and the mist rolled like a gray torrent.

A group of people entered the realm of the Celeudnir kingdom. A long staircase soon appeared ahead, leading up to the palace complex in the mist. It was the Order of the Dead, and at the height of the Kingdom of God, it was inhabited by countless ghosts, all of whom were subjects of Clais, the goddess of the Dead Moon.

On either side of the Steps of the Dead is an endless abyss.

The kingdom of God of Eleudnir had not been visited by outsiders for tens of thousands of years, and it was desolate and empty as far as the eye could see, as if it were a dead land—the temple hidden in the mist in the distance was also a scene of desolate ruins.

Lonely for a moment, the crowd walked up the steps of the temple, and after Conrad meditated on the 1,937th step, they entered the very center of the kingdom of Eleudnir.

Ahead is the residence of Claes, the goddess of the dead moon, the sanctuary of the dead moon.

"You're here. An ancient sigh came from inside the temple, causing Conrad and Joanna to palpitate.

Conrad looked at the two statues of the Grim Reaper holding a giant scythe outside the main entrance of the Sanctuary of the Dead Moon, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and walked side by side with Joanna towards the temple.

The undead acolytes are not qualified to enter, and automatically stop at the doorway.

Conrad was still wondering who the owner of this strange voice was, and suddenly, Joanna, who was walking in front, stopped, and she exclaimed in a low voice, "Goddess of the Dead Moon?"

Conrad's heart was shocked, and he followed Joanna's gaze.

In the middle of the dark hall, a perfect woman sat on a throne, her long black hair hanging from the back of her head to the obsidian, scattered like a waterfall, her body was long, like a peerless sculpture—a long, reptilian leather whip extended from under the robe, curling languidly on the ground, but the layers of black silk robes did not add the slightest color to the goddess, for any mortal attire would hinder her majesty.

When the two of them saw her, all that was left was the star-like eyes.

The silence of the needle drop in the dark temple can be heard.

Claes, the goddess of the dead moon. 10,000 years ago, she was the goddess of sleep and night, the protector of all undead creatures, she was not only the god of death, but also the priest of life, because of the cycle of life and death, the cycle is endless.

"No, it's Her Majesty. The voice of the Lich King, Marjunlyn Do, resounded in the gloomy hall.

Conrad and Joanna then noticed that sitting closest to the Queen, the elegant Lich King.

Conrad and Joanna hurriedly saluted.

Sylvanas the Forsaken, Conrad in his bow. But the demeanor of that moment before had conquered him.