Resisting death is the most basic instinct that every living being has. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven plants without brains know how to protect themselves. For the undead who have been assimilated by the environment, which are completely instinctual creatures, the temptation to survive for them often escalates from the inner sensibility of ordinary creatures to a kind of rationality.

Even if madness permeates their entire void brains. But under the threat of death, the ghosts who constantly attack the human camp have finally figured out the current situation.

It is different from the humans who cooperate tacitly. Resentful spirits who are obviously superior in numbers and have more individual strength than they were in life often face the dilemma of being picked by more than one, or being picked by more. At the same time, the loss of energy and the shrinking territory of the ghost domain make them no longer immortal. The ghosts sealed by the people with scrolls gradually weaken in the wailing,...... It becomes smaller, and eventually becomes the most basic unit in this world.

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When the first necromancer escaped...... The avalanche-like reaction occurs around everyone. The ghosts were scared...... so scared that they were frightened! Countless ghosts floated over with their teeth and claws, and then turned and ran backwards without shame. The crowd was like a cratered reef in the midst of a black torrent of necromancy, withstood all kinds of trials.

Escape? Looking at the cracks in the world that are getting smaller and smaller, where can you escape? The black flood that rushed out was about to touch the end of the chaotic border, and rushed back again like a broken waterfall and collided with the human race again. At this moment, countless resentful spirits, driven by survival, finally unified their goals, and rushed towards the god totem that connected the two worlds in the old mage's hand.

The spirit of purpose begins to become difficult to deal with. Their chaotic behavior patterns begin to become regular and difficult to interfere with because of the clustering. This time, if it doesn't work, it's ...... Dead. Faced with the spirits who don't care about anything, the human camp begins to crumble like a fortress of sand. Nothing really does it to stop the mad wraith. When their spirits are truly concentrated, huge and sharp mental fluctuations will ...... in an instant Crazy prey with weak will.

The spirit shock of hundreds of ghosts was already a powerhouse that had always been superior to the realization of their existence. Not to mention the survivors who are fighting with all their breath. Fortunately, no one panicked, because a tall figure blocked all the enemies. Rolls, who has not moved since the beginning, finally ...... Got into action.

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"Damn it! get moving...... Get moving!"

Kerr thumped his trembling legs in anger, but he couldn't make the slightest difference. Even his raised fist had a faint hint of weakness.

In the chaotic sound that filled the entire space, a faint sound mixed in it made Kerr's eyes split. The boy felt it,...... That is the instinctive fear of loneliness in all living beings. However, this time, it is so familiar, so sad. Follow this fear...... Kerr just heard it, and the ...... about the whole world A final goodbye. - Death ...... The end of it all. The purple flame in Kerr's left eye lit up and brightened, and darkened and darkened, as if chanting this desperate tribute. Just like the fall of the starry sky, it is a meteor in that moment.

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There should have been a man of steel who would stand in the way of this torrent without fear. No one would have thought that at this moment, at this most critical moment, the Demon Martial Queen's Rouse would be indifferent. Yes, indifferent! Rolls, who was supposed to be the shield that the old mage trusted the most,...... Thus stood quietly beside Proteus, and watched the old friend walk step by step into the dark abyss.

The old mage looked around in a trance,...... Some people shouted and screamed, some panicked, and some even stood stunned and unresponsive. He was so tired...... , The old mage smiled bitterly, tired of supporting the god totem, it was already all the power contained in his broken body.

He was too old, old, and even now watching his end come to an end, there was no peculiar feeling.

He's dead...... , just die. He's lived too long, and he's too tired. The old mage holding the totem pole suddenly looked at the little ghost who was stumbling towards him not far away. The old mage laughed, laughed so happily that tears flowed from his eyes. The old man, who had been lonely all his life, said his last goodbye in his last moments in his fear......

And then, there was no more.

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"What is this?" Kerr let out a final roar as he looked at the old man's engulfed figure.

The boy slowly fell to his knees, and at this moment, he finally fainted as he wished. And slept for a long time, so long that it was even temporary, soothing the originally vertical and horizontal ravines in my heart.

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Under the black canopy, this seemingly calm dark world is ten thousand times more lively and crazy than the Age of Light.

The Death Gorge, next to St. Peter's Meadow, has become another place ravaged by the frenzy of war, under the special care of the dwarves.

These gnomes, who are as tall as their own beards, make a lot of "war money" by virtue of the ubiquitous war. These seemingly honest, but more cunning than goblins, sell obsolete weapons to other races, and then put targeted new products on people's fortresses. Sometimes, the dwarves don't sell you weapons to befriend you, but more likely just to say hello to you before beating you up.

Now, for example, when the vampire discovers that the newly bought iron shield can't even withstand a volley of dwarven muskets. These "gentlemen" who were originally just pretending to be superficially amiable finally got angry. They angrily shut the underground castle and then angrily refused to fight.

However, this is also useless. With the exception of the Groundhog, there is no other way to dig a hole than a hill dwarf who is good at mining. In just a few short months, the dwarves of the two-front battle not only drove away the ugly ogres of the steppe and obtained rich mineral resources, but also dug the vampire's underground lair into an above-ground castle. If it weren't for the enchantment of the bricks on it, the skilled dwarven diggers said, they almost made the vampires out in the open.

The frequent "good news" of the night demons on the front line finally alarmed those big men who had been sleeping in unknown corners, and the real war between the night demons and the dwarves had just begun.

As for the orcs who live in the wasteland near the Francisco Mountains, the stronghold of the hill dwarves, they have also begun to decline due to the changes in the environment and the increasing lack of food. These barbarians, who have no individual advantage and no cultural heritage, have suffered from war, just like the original human beings.