These undead looked strange, as if they were of all races, from tall giants, to slender elves, to stubby dwarves, to majestic orcs, and all sorts of non-humanoid creatures, and Mira couldn't even name them, and they looked terrifying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

One-eyed and Xiaolongbao both took defensive positions, but Mira stood motionless, as if she was frightened stupid, and the beckoning cat called him a few times but did not respond, so she had to ignore him for now.

The wind swept through the dark clouds, the sky was like ink, the ground flew sand and rocks, and more and more undead warriors emerged from the sand. Although they did not make any offensive movements, the heavy haze still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. The undead warriors stood silently, and the sound of the wind blowing through their bones was faintly merged into a familiar song, and Mira couldn't help but sing along softly.

Shell, only the shell of the slaughtered, empty eyes, no tears, no blood, no light, far away, look into the distance, the splendor of the Dark City, the splendor of decay. Water can't wash away the old wounds on the fingerbones, the broken armor can't hide the old faith of the warrior, hold the gun, hold the gun again, and return to the front, where is the prince, where is the hatred? The trumpet is sounding again in the distance, when will you return to your hometown, and how will you return to your hometown? What is the former you now? Whose bride is it, who is making clothes for? Fire, beating despair, who is whispering; Say, the sorrow of the forgotten, proves despair with battle.

The undead warrior in front of him was a little commotion, and spear after spear pointed straight at Mira, like countless bursts of steel needles. Mira was still immersed in her own singing, and was still unaware of the strange situation in front of her, when she suddenly heard the Red Duke say, "My lord, they want to talk to you." ”

Mira was stunned: "Who? Who wants to talk to me? Is it these undead?"

"Yes, you wait, I'll pick up your spirit bands. ”

Almost instantly, Mira heard a shrill voice like a fingernail scraping glass: "Human, did you kill this monkey?"

Mira chuckled in her heart, thinking that this is bad, we killed someone's pet, and now the owner has come to ask for an explanation. He looked at the red duke beside him, theoretically he was killed by his own summon, and he didn't know if he could pass the test if he handed over the red duke now.

After thinking about it for a while, Mira decided that she still wanted to keep this particular skeleton, and he replied, "This one was killed by us together. ”

The voice continued, "Do you include all the humans here?" Mira nodded.

The beckoning cats watched Mira stand unresponsive, and the thousands of undead warriors on the opposite side also stood in place without any reaction to confront Mira, and they were all a little worried. The beckoning cat tugged at Mira's clothes and said, "Stupid, what's wrong with you?

Mira, who had not moved, turned around and smiled: "The leader of these warriors said that Yu is their mortal enemy, and if we kill Yu, we will become their friends, and they can escort us to the Garden of the Gods." ”

The undead warriors who had come in the tide retreated like a tidal wave, leaving only a few exceptionally powerful leaders to accompany Mira on her way. The leader with a high-pitched voice actually had a crush on Mira, pulling her along the way to tell her her own story.

In the era of the prehistoric war between gods and demons, the ancient gods jointly established such a shelter in order to be able to unify their opinions and coordinate the battle, and also to have a place to stay after defeat, and these undead warriors were all gods and warriors affiliated with different gods during their lifetimes, responsible for protecting the safety of this garden of gods.

The divine power of the gods comes from the beliefs of the believers, but at that time, the total population of the world was so large, and the number of believers that each god could reach was very small, and the divine power was naturally relatively weak. And the power of the demon king comes from the magic network in the void, especially the seven demon kings from the abyss and hell, each of which has the ultimate magic to destroy the world and destroy the earth. In the beginning, the ancient gods were beaten badly, and every day some small gods were attacked and the kingdom of God was slaughtered, and the gods fell and rebelled, and it seemed that they would not be able to support it.

At this time, the goblin god with the most believers and the strongest divine power proposed a magic terminator plan, secretly training a large number of warriors who can destroy magic in this garden of gods, they can see through the connection between the demon king and the magic network, block or affect the transmission of magic power, and theoretically as long as there are a sufficient number of magic terminators, all magic can be terminated.

In this protracted war, I don't know how many races and how many magic terminators sacrificed their lives, almost blocking the eye of the demon king's gun with their own bodies. Eventually, all the demons were driven back to the Demon Realm, and the gods and their followers celebrated their hard-won victory at the top of the Divine Realm, and the Magic Terminators became the brightest stars of the celebration feast.

When the Demon King's several counterattacks were repulsed, some of the gods began to think carefully. In order to gain more believers and resources, in order to achieve higher glory in the Celebration of the Gods, they began to learn magic from the devil, from secretly learning from captives at the beginning, to openly exchanging benefits with the demon king, and even some gods began to teach magic to believers.

Enraged, the main gods, led by the goblin gods, declared the gods who used magic to be renegades, and re-recruited magical terminators to conquer them. However, the strength of those gods who master both magic and divine power has increased greatly, and the number is also numerous, and they are actually on a par with the main gods.

In those days, the mission of these god warriors was to guard this garden of the gods, but they didn't know who was guarding it, maybe today this place was captured by the god of goblins, then they were the warriors of the god of goblins, and tomorrow they were attacked by the god of elves, so they began to serve the god of elves again. They fought, they died, and they watched as batch after batch of magical terminators walked out, but none of them could come back here.

I don't know how many generations the outside world has gone through, and finally one day, the god of light began to reign over the world, and all those who refused to follow him were declared heretical, and this garden of gods and the magic terminator also lost their use for the god of light. The god of light began to transform the garden of the gods with his divine powers, and in the name of light, the rivers gradually dried up, the meadows turned into deserts, and the warriors of the gods were sunburned, trapped, thirsty, and heated. Except for the temple in the center of the desert, where the gods once gathered, nothing remained.