At dusk, the southeast base camp.

The sun had sunk into gray clouds, and the dead trees had been swayed by the cold wind.

The roar of the demon seed came from afar, like a tidal wave.

There was a suffocating smell throughout the southeast.

People were busy preparing for war outside the city and inside the city.

Weapons and ironclad vehicle engines, the noise is constant.

Everyone looked solemn.

No one spoke

Chapter 180 of "The First Necromancer of the Realms, the Corpse Guarding Class Flower at the Beginning" They were calm and ready to go. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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