While the outside world was talking about the situation in the city where the sun never sets, the legion fortress was shrouded in an eerie black fog. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Thousands of undead creatures poured out of the black mist, from the stubborn Death Knights, to the eerie Soul Collectors, to the eerie Lichs, to various Daxoldas creatures, the Bear-Headed Overseer, the Onclere Centaurs, and the Tomille Demons...... Their strength is no weaker than that of their predecessors, and they have the characteristics of undead creatures who are not afraid of tiredness or pain, and they play a greater role on the battlefield than living people.

The Daxodas had already had the idea of retreating, but as soon as this black fog appeared, it shrouded the entire capital on which the sun never set, making them not know where to run if they wanted to.

Even in the Norland plane, where the magical civilization is highly developed, only a very few knowledgeable powerhouses can recognize this as the necromancer's strategic magic: the dark canopy.

Within the scope of the dark canopy, the perception of the strong will be greatly limited, the ordinary holy realm will not even be able to detect the enemy ten meters away, and the perception of the legendary powerhouses will also be limited to a hundred meters!

Even a parallel trade legend like Long Xing can find snow sculptures in the sky hundreds of meters away, let alone these truly strong people who crisscross the land of twilight? Even they have been weakened to such an extent, and the power of the dark canopy can be seen.

With the current strength of Reilly and Arantir, it was certainly impossible to cast such a powerful dark canopy, but they cleverly used the special environment of the Dusklands.

Since the Norlanders and the Daxoldas started a war on this plane, how many thousands of beings have died unexpectedly? These dead who have not been able to rest have accumulated countless resentments, and Arantir's magic array is a fuse, which detonates this huge power, so that it can cast such a powerful dark canopy, and transform thousands of strong people who died in the city of the sun never sets into undead.

Alantir, who presided over the magic array, received a huge amount of death power, and his strength not only recovered to the peak of his previous life, but also made a breakthrough, and he is now a twenty-fifth level legendary powerhouse.

Under the command of Arrantiel, the army of the undead split into several teams and rushed towards the trapped Daxodas. The Daxoldas, who have always liked to crush their opponents with numbers, finally experienced what it was like to be crushed this time.

The individual strength of the undead is no worse than that of the Daxodas, and they are more fearless of death, even if their bodies are pierced by the enemy, they have no scruples, and their sword swings become more resolute.

Although the Daxodas are fierce, they are not really afraid of death, they will also be afraid in the face of such an attack, and the undead do not mind this life-for-life tactic, they only want to vent their hatred and jealousy for the living, especially these culprits who directly caused their deaths.

The Daxodas people first fought a bloody battle with the Norland powerhouses who guarded the capital of the sun, and their physical strength and will were reduced to the lowest point, and now they have to face the army of the undead who have an absolute advantage in numbers, which can be described as even worse!

An hour later, all the Daxoldas trapped in the City of the Sun Never Sets were killed, including the four Legends, who were able to suppress the three Legends on Norland's side, but were unable to fight against Arrantiel, who had regained his strength.

This time, the capital of the sun never lives up to its name, not only holding out to the end, but also annihilating the invading Daxodas.

However, the surviving Norlanders were not happy, as they had less than three hundred people left, and nearly a hundred of them were seriously injured beyond salage, and it was unlikely that they would return to the Sanctuary for the rest of their lives.

In addition, they will have to face an army of undead who are unknown to them.

Marshal Rundstead's face was ugly, and in addition to anger, his eyes were more worried and fearful.

The origin of the army of the undead is not difficult to guess, and there are so many familiar faces among them that Rundstedt did not even dare to look them in the eye, and the appearance of these people in front of him was a silent condemnation.

Reilly came to Rundstead and said playfully: "Marshal, do you have anything to say when you see these people?"

The marshal looked at him deeply and said, "What do you want?"

The matter of the Soul Gathering Circle must not be exposed, otherwise he and his family will be burned to ashes by the anger of the people.

Reilly looked happy and said, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to know how you're feeling right now." ”

"Only that?" said the marshal with a deep frown.

"Why, do you think I'm going to threaten you with this?" Reilly said disdainfully, "Don't take yourself too seriously, you don't have anything worth my plot for." ”

The marshal's forehead was bruised, and his eyes burst with a cold light, and he could burst out at any moment.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a spider pattern painted on his head walked up behind Reilly, and it was Arantir who had regained his strength. He exuded a tremendous coercion that even Marshal Rundstead could not contend with.

Hattings stepped forward and said, "Is this your backer, Reilly?"

This is a very polite and extremely insidious statement.

"I'm just a servant of Lord Reilly. Arantir said seriously.

Hearing his words, the powerhouses were taken aback, in their cognition, only a super strong person like Philip deserves to have a legendary-level follower, and Reilly is not even a legend! More importantly, Alantir is talking about a servant and not a follower!

The distinction between a servant and a follower is by no means a mere title, in Norland the status of a servant is only slightly higher than that of a slave, and the term follower is clearly defined, accompanied by a rigorous and complete set of rights and obligations.

At this time, the third legendary powerhouse in the capital where the sun never sets spoke: "So, what does Master Reilly want to do?"

This is a woman, a woman who has no name, only a title. Her title is Broken Dreams, and in the City where the sun never sets, Broken Dreams is the only woman who is more famous than White Night, because she is more terrifying than White Night.

Shattered Dream is different from White Night, she is a magician, and a legendary mage, this woman is skilled in illusion and psychic magic, and her bloodline talent is even more terrifying than the Mind Flayer at the top of the food chain in the underworld.

Broken Dream is beautiful, but so beautiful that anyone who wants to study what her beauty really is, will fall into a trap. Focusing on Broken Dreams at any time is equivalent to jumping into the mental illusion she has created.

Reilly looked at the nervous Norland powerhouses and said, "Don't worry, I don't plan to kill you." ”

After saying that, he left the city where the sun never sets with the army of the undead.