The City of the Dead, when she arrived here again, Aishara's mood was undoubtedly complicated, this was once the capital of Middle-earth, where all humans, elves, and dwarves lived and settled. It was once home to bustling street markets and bustling crowds, the majestic King's Road and the majestic city walls. But at this moment, apart from desolation and ruins, there is no trace of the breath of the living here.

"The bridge of Verdun. ”

Aishara shouted, pointing to the bridge ahead. The crowd looked in the direction the archmage was pointing, and a huge sky bridge stood at the entrance to the city gate.

The bridge spans the entire river of the Netherworld, spanning a kilometer long and more than 400 meters high, which is almost bottomless when viewed from the bridge. Jabbar walked on the bridge, reminiscent of the scene he had seen in the ** plateau in his previous life, where the giant bridge spanned two mountain ranges, all the cars walked on the high bridge, and looking down, the river meandered like a thin belt, which was a shocking picture. Now, this giant arch bridge, made entirely of stones, is as impressive as the road bridges that spanned the mountains in the previous life. It's just that there is no day, only endless night, and when you look down, you can't see the river, and below is the river of the Netherworld, which is no longer a clear source, but a dark river with boiling bubbles.

Abdul-Jabbar walked ahead, the huge silver hammer on his back standing out in the darkness, and the power of the stars flickering with white light.

"Was this a city before?"

Essalivan walked behind the archmage and asked curiously, this human female mage is full of curiosity about the unknown, in essence, she is still a girl, but she has experienced too much, so she has a more mature appearance than her peers. But many times, the curiosity and vitality of young people are still vividly displayed in her.

"Well, many, many years ago. ”

Aishara was clearly reluctant to mention this history.

"And then, why did you end up like this?"

Essalivan was reluctant to know more, in the whole team, her curiosity was the strongest, perhaps because of age and experience, in this regard, Gelman was the opposite, thousands of years of life let the druid know too much, but there were too many stories he didn't want to tell.

Later, the dungeon army invaded, and humans, elves, and orcs formed an alliance to resist the dungeon's crazy attack. ”

"Archmage, look. ”

Just as Azhara was about to continue the story, the dwarves noticed movement ahead. It was a blue light, like fireflies in the night, densely packed. As the distance closed, the crowd realized that they weren't fireflies at all, and that the blue glows were actually the eyes of the skeleton undead!

"Archmage!"

But the more terrifying thing is not here, just when the crowd looked at the massive undead creatures in front of them in horror, the bridge behind instantly collapsed, and the boulder fell with a roar, and the sound of hitting the river could not be heard for more than ten seconds.

"What do we do now?"

Baladin walked over to Abdul-Jabbar and asked calmly. Compared to dwarves and humans, the orcs seem to have a more calm expression, perhaps because they are all orc warriors and have the attribute of the furious rage?Abdul-Jabbar thought......

"Take out your weapons and get ready for a hard fight, one step at a time. ”

In front of him is the endless sea of skeletons, and behind him is the abyss, at this moment, there are no reinforcements, so you can only do the final battle.

"Wait, isn't that guy Alonso?"

Leo suddenly shouted, and it was none other than Alonso, the long-dead king of Teller, who was leading the army of the undead.

"Looks like he's been turned into a Death Knight. ”

Abdul-Jabbar responded.

"These undead are so brutal that no one will let them go. ”

Leo roared, the sword in his hand trembling with anger, he was not resentful of his own king, but resentful of the undead for using all the corpses that could be used, and there were even some children and old people who had just died in the army of the undead in front of him, they had no weapons and armor, crawling on the ground, showing their blood-colored teeth, it seemed that Skeletron had just rewarded them with a few pieces of raw meat.

"Get ready to fight, brothers, this time, there is no choice. ”

Aishara stepped to the front and said in a hoarse voice. The next moment, the archmage's staff once again bloomed with a bright white light, and the blinding light made the undead soldiers in front of him unable to open their eyes for a moment. High-energy flashlight, Jabbar has always felt that on the battlefield, every time this light mage casts a spell, it is like letting go of a flashlight, the defensive skills of light spells are far more offensive skills, the most depressing profession, Jabbar even feels that as a light mage, it is better to be a daddy.

"You can't fight Skeletron, no one can fight it. ”

Alonso, who had become a death knight, walked right in front of the army of the undead and spoke in a cold, hollow voice. He wasn't wearing a helmet, so every wrinkle on his face was clearly visible. It's just that the originally ruddy face has turned pale at the moment, like a carrion. In fact, it was originally a rotting corpse.

It's this * line again.

Abdul-Jabbar listened, and waved the hammer in his hand impatiently, and the storm hammer immediately responded to the orc uncle's call and let out an uneasy roar. After the last battle in the Jungle, the Storm Warhammer had completely embraced the Orcs, and now, Jabbar could easily hold it even if he didn't need to summon the Wind Elemental, and the Warhammer and the Orcs were closely bound together, like a pair of close comrades.

"Jabbar, don't think that you have the power of the stars, you can kill in this land of revenants with impunity, your little hammer's power is limited, and you are just a milky little orc. Not worthy of being the leader of the orcs at all. ”

Cold and mocking words came from the mouth of the Death Knight Alonso, a gloomy and oppressive voice that did not seem to be uttered by the Death Rider himself, but must have been controlled by Skeletron. Abdul-Jabbar thought, but the Stormhammer was eager to fight, eager to break the bones of its enemies to defend its glory, and Abdul-Jabbar even felt that this was not an ordinary weapon, the power of the stars seemed to contain the souls of countless pioneers, and they drove the Warhammer to find its master, to find its long-lost glory.