"Your Majesty. ”

King Alonso walked through the long cathedral corridors, where a dozen priests greeted the arrival of the Supreme Commander of Teletham. However, today King Alonso is not meeting Archbishop Odo, but the former regent Rowan, who is also Alonso's cousin.

Now, Rowan is lying on the hospital bed in the center of the church, the priests take turns to guard, but his condition has not yet recovered, and even deepened, the power of the stars on the pillow continues to bloom with bright white light, this ancient elf sword is the protector sword that Alonso gave to Rowan when he left, and the gem on it is the legacy left by the ancient elf war, whenever the light of the power of the stars blooms, it means that the dark evil is coming, but the orc army has left, what is the power that makes the sword so uneasy to bloom with white light？

Alonso took the power of the stars that symbolized the kingship, and carefully studied the glow of the elven gem.

"Do you know what that means?"

Alonso gripped the sword and handed it to Arthur, the commander of the Northern Elves.

"A force greater than the orcs is approaching, and we may not be able to withstand it. ”

Arthur, the Elven King, took the sword, looked at the white light flickering above the power of the stars, and replied worriedly.

"What would that be?"

Alonso frowned, the orc army of a few weeks ago had already cost Teletham dearly, and the defenders fought bloodily to keep the city from falling, but now, what evil forces were on the verge of becoming? No one knows, inside the cathedral, the sun is dim and weak, and it seems that a storm is coming.

......

Netherlands.

Barren, parched, without a breath of life, countless towers lined this ancient city that had been abandoned for thousands of years, and in the streets, the undead were crying and roaring, eager to be released from this place of confinement.

The land that the Great Chief of the Tribe walked on was barren and covered with the grievances of the dead, the dark cold wind swept through the streets, and several orc officers beside the blood roar couldn't help but wrap the grizzly bear fur on their backs, and in front of them was a magnificent hall that constantly bloomed with green light.

"Great Chief, we're almost there. ”

Symoura walked ahead, constantly looking back at the orc chieftain, a sly smile on his lips, but no one noticed.

The orc procession walked through the Dark Lands one after another, and behind them, tens of thousands of undead skeletons had quietly eyed these strange intruders.

Crossing a broken overpass, and then entering the deserted city street, the buildings on both sides suddenly became much taller, even if it no longer has the breath of the living in the past, but through the mottled stone pillars, people can still feel the solemnity and solemnity of this ancient city thousands of years ago.

The street was wide, slowly stretching to the grand Hall of the Dead, where the wind swept through the dead leaves, and several huge birch trees stood on both sides of the street, although they too had withered and died, and the undead crows chirped on the branches. Bloodroar guessed that this avenue must be the King's Avenue in some human capital in the past, but why it was later abandoned, it is unknown, Semorrah may know, but Bloodroar didn't bother to ask him, and the orcs continued to walk forward in grizzly bear skins.

"Great Chief, this is it. ”

The abandoned King's Avenue, where Semorrah raised his head and looked at the orc leader with strange eyes, they were now standing at the foot of the grand hall, in front of them were the steps that went up one after another, on which the skeletons of the dead were scattered all over the ground, and the secret words composed of those strange ancient words on the steps made Bloodroar and the orc warriors behind him feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Bloodroar, have you figured it out?"

In front of the final steps, Odom, the chief of the Tomahawk clan, pressed the shoulder of Bloodroar, in the orc tribe, he has always been the most supportive of Bloodroar as the Great Chief, and even supported Bloodroar to start a full-scale war, but now, before the final steps, even Odom began to hesitate, uniting the undead, maybe it can destroy the human race, but for the tribe, is it really a savior? Or is it a bigger disaster?

"We have no way back, my partner. ”

With one foot already on the steps and the other on the flat ground, the Great Chief of the Tribe looked back at his closest comrade and replied in the briefest of words.

Bloodroar stepped up the steps to the Hall of the Dead without looking back, and the orc warriors behind him began to follow their leader to the magnificent Hall of the Dead. Behind them, tens of thousands of undead spirits had surrounded them, like a blue ocean.

"Great Chief, here we are. ”

Semorrah stood behind Bloodroar and whispered.

The roar of blood stopped, and at this moment, in front of him, was the throne of a king, at least it was, and is now the throne of the Lord of the Undead, the king of Hades, right there, the huge skeleton that radiated infinite evil energy.

Bloodroar moved closer so that he could see the skeleton's appearance and details more clearly.

"Orc Chief, ah, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time......"

There was a commotion in the air, and Skeletron's voice was so loud and deep that its echoes could be heard throughout the hall, like the roars of countless undead.

"Hades, you should already know the purpose of my visit today. ”

Bloodroar continued to get a little closer, and now he was less than ten meters away from Skeletron. At this distance, Blood Roar could clearly see the two bloody eyes on the undead's face, like the flames of doom for a long time. Its body had been completely corrupted, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood, only eerie white bones. But it was huge, a full three meters tall, and Bloodroar stood beneath Skeletron like a child standing in front of an adult.

"I know you want to conquer humanity and rule the world. Your dark wizards have done everything for you, and now it's time for the final step. ”

Skeletron said as he began to slowly descend the steps, the king's throne was simply too small for its size. Bloodroar is strange to discover, why is this skeleton so big? Was it a giant when it was alive, or was it a transformation of the dark magic after death to make it look like this? But now, Bloodroar doesn't have time to care about this, all it wants now is a simple promise to help the orcs take that city, and then give that city to the undead, and the rest of the world will be ruled by him.

"Now that you know everything, can you agree to my conditions now? After the matter is completed, the imperial capital of the human race will become your new territory. ”

Blood roared in response. Standing in front of the huge undead skeleton, the momentum of the orc chief is still majestic, and he will not be overwhelmed by the king of the undead at all.

"It's a good deal, you cast us, and we helped you lay down that city, you were our savior, it doesn't matter if that city is ruled by us or not, what matters is that we have repaid your kindness. ”

Skeletron said as he approached Bloodroar, and they stood almost face to face, Bloodroar could see the flames burning between Skeletron's ribs, the blue flames that would never be extinguished, and his sternum was protected by a layer of massive plate armor with a layer of condensed frost.

"You don't have to excuse yourself, if it happens, it's what you deserve. ”

Bloodroar replied that the orc chief was irritable and direct by nature and didn't like flattery, while Skeletron's words were obviously cunning words, and Bloodroar didn't like it very much, but at the moment, cooperation was more important than anything else, so Bloodroar had to put down his shelf and have a good talk with the other party.

"Okay, okay. Great Chief Orc, I like your straightforward personality, and since you are so direct, then I can express my opinion. ”

"You say. ”

Blood Roar lowered his voice, after all, this was a negotiation, not a trial subordinate, and Blood Roar put away his former authority.

"To conquer the imperial capital of the human race, I need to transform your warriors to make them stronger. Of course, if you wish, we can also become one, your soul will be reborn in me, I will give you a stronger body, and when the time comes, on the battlefield, we will advance and retreat together, and all the living will tremble under our feet. ”

Skeletron's voice rose higher and higher, and the ghost fire in the main hall pulsed unsteadily as if it were being blown by a gust of wind.

"I will not merge with your soul, let alone trade my own soul, but if you need to transform my warrior, I can promise you, but you must know that the soul of any orc belongs to an orc. ”

Bloodroar's answer surprised the Hades, it seems that the great chief of this tribe is not an orc who can sell everything for power. He still maintains the most primitive pride of the orcs, but his mind is corrupted, and he is overly hungry for power and kills by any means, even if he rules the world with evil.

The atmosphere on the field tended to suffocate, and Semorrah didn't even know if the next moment the two powerful leaders would make a move?

"Well, orc leader, I promise you that you have your own soul, and I will be my former Hades. As long as we work well together, I don't think there's anything we can't overcome. ”

After a few minutes, Skeletron spoke again, he looked at the orc who was only two meters and three under him, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, after all, Skeletron also had his own plans, as long as there were people, whether orcs or humans, only creatures could release themselves from this dark place, and the rest was, let the army of the undead solve it......