"Come on, drag me out, drag me out!" Pandaragon commanded others to drag his teacher out: "We are from the Empire, and now we are asking the south to launch a holy light holy war?

"It's not a big deal after three thousand years. (Starter)"

The skeleton said lightly that it didn't matter, and said the biggest truth: "Your Majesty, have you made a mistake about something?" This world empire no longer exists, and we, the undead, are the last of the empires. There is no longer any need to continue guarding the so-called borders of the Empire. In fact, the world has reached a point where it doesn't need to be saved - it has the ability to live on its own, and it doesn't need to worry about us who are outdated. ”

"I agree with that, I don't need to ......," Cybertron agrees.

"Shut up, dear!" is a pity that Pandaragon does not approve.

"Your Majesty, do you think about what [Winter is coming] prophesied in the first place?" the skeleton asked again.

"The dragon fire told me that this world will one day be swallowed by a zombie frenzy, so you have to prepare for it or something-"

"Well, we've been here for thousands of years. During this period, I saw this prophecy come true countless times - the inevitable process of human development was the expansion of the population, followed by the great plague. Your Majesty you just said that you are a headless horseman who has been asleep for a long time, but we have seen four extinction plague epidemics within the Empire. The destruction of the empire was undeniably characterized by rebellions, barbarian invasions, and ...... The descendants themselves do not fight and so on. But this plague has to be said to be a fact. ”

“...... Alas......" Cybertron also sighed a little, he had heard of the plague himself, and he had seen it......

"There has never been a time when the plague caused the undead to rise. The undead have taken over a corner of the world. Probably because of this, the Holy Light, which is relatively easy to destroy the undead, has come to the fore—"

"......?" "Uh-huh...... no! Cybertron suddenly felt that something was wrong—he almost forgot that this was the Otherworld.

He had never seen such a plague! The undead were resurrected...... What does this mean?

Sure enough, the plague of the other world is also so terrible!

"You see, Your Majesty - the reason why we were afraid of this prophecy was because of a terrible fear of ignorance. Now this prophecy has been fulfilled countless times - it doesn't matter, the most important thing is ...... You and we are all undead, so what do we have to fear now?"

Finally, the skeleton said something similar to immigrating to the United States to keep safe.

"Uh...... No, no, there is something wrong with your three views!" said something that Cybertron usually said, and Pandaragon was speechless but still made a reason for himself: "This world is ...... Speaking of Cybertron, what if we don't care? I found that the afterlife is not bad. ”

“...... You don't care about this, I don't care about it--over there, what about letting me learn the dragon roar?"

“...... The pronunciation of dragons is not something that mortals can grasp. ”

"I can learn!"

"You won't learn ...... quickly"

"I've learned - hurry up, don't talk to each other. ”

"Then come over - what kind of chief do you say?"

"The Great Chief of the Bourkesos!"

"Alas......" The skeleton sighed, turned to Pandaragon on the side and said, "Your Majesty, you used to be more attentive when you played tricks on people. In order to convince us that you will not hesitate to be smashed by an ice bucket—"

"Stop talking about my black history......"

"But now, take such a pseudo-lady and accuse me that he is a Bourkeso--you are really depraved. ”

"Poof...... Hahaha......"

- The Great Chiefs of all the Burkesso -

September 11, 3066 in the Gregorian calendar.

The 66-year-old man "Ran", who has not yet been thrown to feed the wolves, came out to work today as usual -- don't rely on the old and sell the old, and do more things for the family while your body can move. When you really need to lie in bed and wait for death, you will be thrown into the mountains at the initiative to save the family from causing trouble.

Going up the hill to chop a little firewood and picking up a bit of waste was the only thing he could do.

The year he was born was 3,000 years in the Gregorian calendar, which happened to be the most troublesome period. The whole world is circulating this fake news (of course, it was believed to be true at the time) that at the turn of the third millennium, the Light will come to punish all the sins of this world, and then everyone will be judged, and even the dead will be resurrected to receive the most just judgment of the Light.

At that time, there was an uproar, and countless people from all over the world left their homes and careers to make pilgrimages to the Holy Land. In order to atone for their sins, to be able to secure a high seat for themselves when judgment comes. Of course, the happiest person at that time should have been the Pope, who really counted the money until his hands cramped, and slept until he woke up naturally. The hands of selling the indulgence rolls are all drawn, and everyone is still throwing money at themselves. Especially the most troubled princely states of the Germans, the Pope affectionately called "my dear piggy bank" - not to mention the repeated wars, troubled times, and poor living conditions of the people - it is at this time that the salvation of the soul is needed.

Of course, some people are afraid, and some people are hopeful. At that time, the social situation was very distorted, almost the whole world was at war (of course, this is normal, and this is also the case in normal times), and the whole of Britain was invaded by the southeastern (Uyghur) Jing people. However, the war between the Holy Light cultists in the north and the pagans in the south in the Span region is not optimistic, the Holy Light Crusade has not followed, the Eastern sect has begun to expand westward, the independence movement in the Balkans is in full swing, and the Germanic countries have not yet recovered from the Thirty Years' War n years ago, and the Enamel Kingdom has been driven out of Italy......

The whole world is in chaos, the whole world is becoming misanthropic—everyone is waiting for Judgment Day.

As soon as December 31 passed, everyone scolded their mothers one after another--x, you x, pay back Lao Tzu's money!

This also indirectly contributed to the Protestant Reformation, the split with the Southern Church, and so on.

Sixty-six years have passed, and Old Man Ran still can't forget the way adults cursed the Southern Church and the world when he was a child—this is understandable. After living for more than 60 years, he fully understood how dangerous the world really was, and served as a soldier twice in his life, once to serve in Aydin Castle, and once to fight against the invasion of the Jing people. Both of these times they almost died at the hands of others, and those fighting races were not human.

Climb the mountain and look into the distance, and tie up the last bundle of firewood. The old man carried about 10 kilograms of firewood on his shoulders with difficulty, so that maybe the family would not say that he was not old, right?

"Alas...... I may be really old and dizzy. The old man sighed, and heard that people will get floaters when they get old, and their eyes are as if they see countless mosquitoes flying. But why does he seem to have "trapeze disease"?

Countless figures appeared in the distance.

It's really a myriad of figures.

Slowly and majestically moving from the horizon as slowly and majestically as the rising tide, the mountains and seas were all overwhelmed! Shakily approaching, everyone swayed as if they were drunk, and from a distance it was magnificent—as if they had seen it once before.

It was something that happened just after I was born, and I heard my grandfather say this kind of scene. That horrible memory was reopened.

In the distance, a little blue fire flew in the sky, and when you looked closely, it was a huge dragon with wings flying -- if you looked closely, it was clearly a terrifying bone dragon!

"Mourning...... Zombies, plagues, natural disasters, plagues again!!"

That's right, this is the otherworldly version of the plague.

A frenzy of zombies once again overshadowed the world, and the frenzy gradually advanced, killing all living animals (no one in any way) in its path.

――The protagonist of the moment——

Graybeard: "Oh......? You've got a good skin. If it is wasted in the future, it will be cheaper now, let's forget it, and eat it......"

Graybeard B: "Forget it, eating his Empress Xià will burn us--it's better to see how to solve the problem in front of you-he's really from the Dragon's Throat Clan, look here, the tattoos are all there, it's much easier." ”

Graybeard C: "I thought it was Her Majesty the Empress joking with us again, but I didn't expect this little body to be from Bourkeso." Well...... It's really strange, if it weren't for the empress's majesty, I really wanted to use it to make a real yàn. ”

At first, when I saw the island where Graybeard lived, I thought it was more suitable for human habitation, but I didn't expect that there was a dungeon mode here. I really don't know how many huge secrets are hidden here - there are dungeons under the island, and I don't know how the foundations and water invasion are defended.

But this dungeon ...... But a lich territory in the truest sense of the word.

Cybertron watched several lichs pass by with lesson plans in their hands, and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze as if they were looking at pork on a board. A few imps helped carry a half-dead minotaur into a small chamber and never came out, and a lich entered, and there was a faint sobbing sound from the minotaur.

That's right, not screaming, but sobbing - it is said that this real yàn is how the minotaur has a girlish heart. It falls within the category of spiritual pollution, and although I don't know what the purpose of this research is, it can be said that it is******...... No, the crime against the Minotaur is gone.

There are many similar vows, but none of them are very tonal. A skeleton commands several low-level goblins, and it is said that they have been cultivated for four or five generations, just to make low-level goblins evolve into high-level goblins. The low-level goblins only know how to eat, drink, and murder, and shameless submissions to the strong, and are basically white-eyed wolf-like bugs. The high-level goblins are high-level intellectuals who can learn, make, and invent, and their IQs are incomparable.

Cybertron took a closer look, and it was really full of researchers—just not very well.

"Now we're going to teach you dragon language - are you ready?"

"Hmm...... Almost. ”

"For the record, the dragon language of His Majesty Germanicus is very non-standard, otherwise we would not have been exiled. Now we're going to get you back in the furnace - ready!"

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