Even the sheep spirit could not completely avoid the decisive charge of the burning soul, and was slashed hard by the soul halberd that flashed, and the sheep spirit fell to the ground, with a visible wound on his back.

Before he had time to adjust his body, the cavalry general rushed over again, and this time, Yang Ling did not choose to escape.

The bowstring was opened, and the soul-destroying arrow quickly condensed and released.

Gray-white arrow-shaped waves of qi accompanied the soul-destroying arrows and shot straight at the Nether Cavalry.

The oncoming cavalry general collided with the Soul Destroying Arrow, and the entire soul body exploded in an instant, turning into the purest soul energy in the underworld.

After eliminating the Dark Lord's patrol team, the sheep spirit did not dare to rest, because the fog in the distance was tumbling violently.

There will be a ten-man team near each patrol team, and there is a hundred-man team behind the ten-person team, and there are not a few powerful ghost warriors like the cavalry general, even if they turn on the immortal and immortal sheep spirit life, they can't deal with the formed hundred-man cavalry team.

The dead messenger of the underworld, the cat-shaped masked spirit [Tail Hunter], was trapped in the cavalry array, and was locked in the space by the dark mage and could not teleport to escape, and died alive in the endless attacks.

Continuing his preference in the material realm, Mordekaiser, who came to the underworld, still gave priority to using black magic as the main material of the soul, casting the most powerful cavalry army.

By the time a team of ten ghost cavalry rode their horses to the warning point, the battle had long since ended, leaving only a little soul brilliance that did not want to dissipate silently telling the fierce clash that had just occurred.

Lachen has inherited the heavy sense of Ochen, but it is no longer an unpredictable bass, perhaps related to the fact that Maudecaesar was a Valoran, and in terms of syllables, Lachen has some similarities with Valoran.

The cavalry commander who led the ten divisions looked at the location where the space fluctuated with his dark blue nether eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Mogar is dead, he was killed by Qian Jue. (Lachen)"

"Lord Arnold, do you need to report to the Dark Lord? (Lachen)"

Shaking his head at his lieutenant, Captain Ten Arnold looked into the depths of the mist, and his blue vision seemed to be able to see through the thick mist, Seeing the city of souls that was under construction, about to stand in the underworld, ruling everything.

The living and the dead will eventually submit to the reign of terror of the Dark Lord.

"No, the Dark Lord has greater things to do, and these little things are not worth the trouble of the Maharaja. (Lachen)"

"Yes."

The team of ten left again, and for this small loss, neither the Dark Lord himself nor the underworld legion under him cared very much,

Capturing souls from the material realm from the wasteland is their main job.

……

【Mitner Lachen】

Named by the Dark Lord himself, it is a fortress fortified city destined to be great and immortal in the wasteland of the underworld.

It is made of soul sand and nether grass ash as the main ingredients, supplemented by soul and nether energy, and blended with black magic and soul steel.

Every brick and tile imprisons a living soul, all from the hands of the Dark Lord.

Even after more than two hundred years, the city of souls in the underworld has only just formed a hideous outline, and in the future, more weak souls will be built alive into Mitner Lachen, lamenting the greatness and exploits of the immortal tyrant, and this city of souls will also become a magnificent symbol of the immortality of the immortal legion.

The grand quest to conquer the world will begin the next second when Mitner Lachen is built......

That being said, it's still a bit early.

No, it's too early.

The so-called [Hall of Bones] is just a framework supported by a few pillars made of soul bricks, and the so-called fortified city is just a few soul stone pillars erected, not even a section of the formed high wall, everything has to start from scratch.

Unlike the immortal fortress in the material realm, in the material realm, as long as the whip is wielded, those stupid but death-fearing craftsmen will naturally mix sand and clay together to turn it into solidified stones, and then put the solidified stones in their place, but in the underworld, no one can know how to forge soul bricks except themselves.

It's a bunch of rubbish!

Mordecaesar was very dissatisfied with this progress, but the stupid subordinates could not share the worries of the Lord, speaking of which, most mortals were fools, worthy only to be the sacrifices of darkness to please themselves, and even the wizards and mages who claimed to be full of wisdom were nothing more than a bunch of self-righteous idiots, struggling for half a lifetime, and only worthy to be their own instruments and nightpots.

Throughout the world for more than 500 years, no one is qualified to stand in front of them, and everyone in this world is so stupid that they can only bow down to themselves and kiss their insteps in the face.

There are too many useless people, and on the way to conquer the world and build the Hall of Bones, he needs a large number of useful people.

Until this moment, he missed the dark wizard under his command, the most outstanding, the best at playing tricks with the black little rose, although the little rose still chose to betray him, but in terms of the value of the little rose itself, betrayal is not worth mentioning at all, he believes that as long as the little rose realizes that she has never been out of the master's control from beginning to end, it is enough to completely conquer the beautiful witch, so that the witch completely surrenders to him, and willingly sacrifices everything and never betrays.

If it weren't for the fact that Little Rose needed to help him take care of the soul well and keep blessing the 'seal' to transmit power to him, he would definitely pull Little Rose to the underworld and let her complete the damn ash work on his behalf.

As a dark lord, he obviously has a grand blueprint for conquering the world, but he has to start with dust, and as the leader, he can't take the lead in carrying a bucket and running away, which is too stupid, he has never suffered such a grievance on the Valoran continent.

Mordekaiser, who was located on the Throne of Bones, frowned, put down the hammer [Nightfall] that had been clanging for a long time, beckoned, and ten more souls whose mouths were sealed with steel nails and bound hands were escorted by the ghost general, they were the new casting material, and they would eventually become part of Mitner Lachen.

In the presence of Maudecaesar, neither the living nor the dead, the strong or the weak, have no right to speak—unless your lord and your monarch agree to speak to you, so that you will not be a wailing puddle of mud under the nightfall after being tortured.

"Sebastian, how's Lobito's research?"

The king's indifferent voice is like the cold wind of Freljord that destroys all life in the plains of Dalmore, the great general who once fought bravely against the tyrant, but after his death became a slave of the overlord,

The revolt is particularly ridiculous,

After years of obedience, Sebastian had long understood that obedience to Mordecaesar was an unshakable destiny, and that there was no shame in submitting to the Lord of life and death.

The ghost general in the black iron Nether Plate armor knelt down on one knee and pressed his head against the soul tiles as a sign of absolute submission.

"My lord, Wizard Lobito said he still needs more souls to complete the trial."

The master answers whatever he asks,

Don't say a word too much, don't try to give any opinions for the master, this is a sufficient condition to be the general of the Nether Legion, and clever nonsense and admonitions will make you die faster.

Without asking a second question, Maudecaesar simply picked up Nightfall again.

'Boom! ’

Mace Nightfall was raised high and smashed down on the soul material led by him, grinning his teeth in pain, and the soul that could not make any sound was directly freed, and turned into a ball of pure soul energy, which was forcibly blended by black magic into a square stone mixed with soul sand and nether grass ash, so that the somewhat irregular shape of the stone became what Mordecaesar wanted it to become under the catalysis of the soul, but this was not enough......

Without new instructions, Sebastian remained motionless on his knees, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Boom!"

A pull passed another soul, and the heavy knocking sound sounded again,

The second soul sealed by the iron nail did not die, but was directly smashed into the heavy stone brick by Nightfall in a half-dead and half-alive state, until the black stone brick began to shimmer with a pale blue luster, and a soul brick was completely formed.

Sebastian heard the painful wails of the souls inside the stone bricks, and he knew that the dead souls were fine, and the souls that were sealed in the stone bricks would live forever and suffer the pain of being skinned and torn apart.

This is the Soul Brick, the cornerstone of the great City of Souls, the Immortal Fortress [Mitna Lachen].

Such a cornerstone can resist the erosion of the breath of the underworld, resist the attacks of the messengers of the underworld, and also ensure the immortality of Mitner Lachen's soul.

Two hundred and eighty-five years have passed since King's Landing in the Underworld, from the wasteland of the underworld with nothing to the completion of the basic framework of the Great City, and to this day, in the underworld, only the Dark Lord Maude Caesar can forge such a soul brick, and the mission of the Lobito wizard is to research a new kind of black magic or black sorcery, so that the soul wizard can also complete this 'insignificant' work.

Apparently the king was tired of wielding a mace and doing the work of 'hammerstone' every day.

Throwing the new soul brick into the soul carriage standing aside, Maudecaesar finally spoke.

"Go, my general, call that old thing, I need to know what my soul has done to him."

"Yes."

Receiving the order, Sebastian got back to his feet and turned to leave.

It was his prerogative as a legionary general and confidant to straighten up, and the rest of the soul had to bend down, always in the direction of the Maharaja, and keep their heads bowed until they exited the hall, without any disobedient gaze or movement.

Leaving the hall of bones where the 'Clang' came again, and using Ouchen's spell to summon his own soul horse, Sebastian ran straight in the direction of the [Wizard Black Tower].

Under the throne of the Maharaja, you just need to do your own thing as soon as possible, and you don't need to think about anything inconsequential, because you never know if you will become a soul brick or a sacrifice to a dark sacrifice if you slow down.

……

Ionia, Presidian.

It's been half a month since the Blooming Spirit, but Presidian is still immersed in grief, and even the Enchanted Garden has been completely closed off by the samurai sent by the elders, and no one is allowed to enter.

The originally lively birds and beasts seemed to feel the sadness of their souls, and even their cries became a little heavier, and they were no longer crisp.

Lester pushed open the door to the inn and walked out of the temporary residence arranged by the Psychics.

Tomorrow is the day to meet Karma, Yuezhu's custom scabbard has been made, he can get it today, after half a month of rest, his tired body has recovered, and it is a good time to act again.

Riding on the brown horse he had bought, Lester headed for the blacksmith's shop, most of the Presians walking on both sides of the village road were sad, and the weight of the loss of their loved ones had not dissipated.

Even Lester often sees in his dreams the scene of saying goodbye to himself when the moon leaves.

The man sighed, clamped the horse's belly, and quickened his pace.

There are always things that are hard to let go, but if you don't let go, how can you move on.

can let Qianjue mark the soul of Xiyue, this is already the best result.

The name of [Cold Sword Green Smoke] is very poetic, but the location is very remote, unlike other blacksmith shops located in the center of the village or near the square, [Cold Sword Green Smoke] is located in the deep mountains south of Presidian, but it is not far from Shuanglong Mountain.

It is not so much to open the door to do business, but to say that the owner of Leng Jian Qingyan wants to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion, and striking iron is just to cultivate sentiment and enrich life.

It is also the place where Lingjue was introduced, and Lester, who has lived in the Gourmet Inn for half a month, believes in the vision of the strongest martial artist of the Ekatiu family.

In fact, Psionic didn't disappoint Lester either.

"Good luck guy, although it has become a fierce blade, but [Moon Rose] is an out-and-out famous knife, at first glance, it is from the work of the [Iquic] master, the hidden Iquik master is no longer forging the knife, his works are not very common in the world, the sword that Kalejo gave to his disciple, went around and around in the hands of your kid, it was really shit luck......

But then again, it took me a lot of effort and good materials to forge a scabbard that can suppress this fierce blade, but for the sake of you solving the real demon and saving Presidian, I won't charge you this time, old man, otherwise even if it is introduced by Lingjue, it is impossible to take a wool from me for free, so accept it with gratitude, by the way, have you wiped your hands clean? Don't touch the knife with dirty hands. ”

It seems that he has been dealing with the furnace for too long, the old blacksmith with light eyebrows and big eyes has a shiny head, it is difficult to see conspicuous hair on the exposed body, and his face is a bit biased towards the highlanders of Shangzan in the north.

The momentum is compelling, and the casual movements don't look like striking iron, but like trying to hit someone.

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