This indigenous-built pyramid is sharp and steep, with steps of nearly 70 degrees, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to climb.

It is made entirely of stones, carved with a large number of simple and simple patterns, and records some scenes of hunting, conquest and murder and sacrifice with simple graphics.

It's just that many of those pictures have begun to weather, and they are a little blurry, and you can see at a glance that its history is extremely long.

The fact that such a tall and magnificent pyramid was built is enough to show how strong the tribe was in the beginning, but it is a pity that the tribe has long since declined, and only such a small village remains, which survives here.

When the gray-robed man saw this, he couldn't help but smile coldly, and now this village has been completely wiped out. This also means that the weakness of the once powerful civilization Chapter 1061 (asking for a monthly pass) is ending in his own hands.

This feeling is very strange, as if he ended a certain period of history with his own hands, and drew an end to a certain paragraph in the history book.

There is both some pride and some loss. For a while, the five flavors are mixed, and it is extremely difficult to speak.

The gray-robed man paused slightly, then collected his mood and walked forward.

There was only a small space at the top of the tower, and he only took a few steps forward, and he was already standing in the middle of the top of the tower, and in front of him was a large, rectangular stone platform like a table.

It was here that the natives slaughtered the living, cut out their hearts and livers, offered sacrifices to the gods that the natives believed in, and then held a bonfire feast, and happily danced the hula while happily eating the flesh and blood of the wretched.

I don't know how many years the stone platform has been used, because it has been stained with blood for a long time and has turned purple.

Including the entire top platform, as well as some of the steps under the platform, all left a thick layer of sauce purple, a color that even the rain could not wash away.

The gray-robed man held the staff, stood straight beside the stone platform, took a deep breath of the bloody air, and muttered, "What a beautiful taste~!"

Immediately listening to the weakness of Chapter 1061 (asking for a monthly pass) to the screams and struggles of the natives below, he couldn't help but shake his head with pity and said to himself: "It's a pity, you can also become dark believers. ”

This savage form of sacrifice by the natives was very much in line with Edwood, the lich, who loved to be offered fresh souls to them.

If it was in the Semitic continent, these natives would not have to go through any fourth- or sixth-level teaching tests at all, and they would directly become the favorite believers of the undead high priest.

But here, Edwood the Lich doesn't have the time or mood to take these natives, they are just tools in Edwood's plan.

By this time, the miserable screams under the pyramid had gradually stopped, and only the involuntary low roar of the zombies remained.

The voices converged like a tidal wave over the village.

Edwood took a deep breath of blood in the air and said to himself, "Now...... Let's go. ”

He pulled out a delicate hourglass from his bosom and carefully placed it in the middle of the stone platform.

Edwood looked around the village beneath his feet, the gnawed and broken corpses of the slave hunters being slowly dragged back to the bottom of the pyramid by zombies.

The natives next to the hut lay to the ground, blood soaking the ground beneath them.

The zombie that lost its target stood in place blankly, looking up at itself standing at the top of the pyramid, shaking its body incessantly.

Edwood, the lich, clenched his miserable white bone staff in both hands, raised it high into the air, and then lowered his head and slowly chanted an obscure incantation.

The incantation had a strange and strange rhythm, and with that rhythm, the zombies below all gathered around, and gradually began to swing their bodies to the beat, letting out a low roar.

With the sound of their roars, clouds of gray smoke, invisible to the naked eye, slowly rose from the corpses of the slave catchers and the land.

The gray smoke kept pulsing, as if they wanted to break free, but they seemed to be attracted by the hourglass, no matter how much they struggled, they couldn't get rid of it at all, they could only fly slowly towards the hourglass on the pyramid little by little.

Their speed seemed to be slow but fast, and it only took a few breaths before the first gray smoke had been inhaled into the hourglass.

At this time, in the black gravel of the lower part of the hourglass, a tiny grain of sand slowly rose, strangely flowing from the bottom to the top, rising into the upper part of the hourglass.

As more and more gray smoke sank into the hourglass, the grains of sand rose into the top half one by one, and the bottom of the sand soon lost a small part visible to the naked eye.

The lich Edwood had a triumphant smile on his face, then slammed the staff and then, with a loud cry, raised it high into the sky. Then the incantation was recited in a hurry.

With his shout, the zombies around the pyramid shook at the same time and fell straight to the ground.

Gray smoke also flew up from them, and then converged into a huge dark cloud, and then they spun wildly around Edwood's staff, forming a huge vortex.

The whirlpool turned faster and faster, and the more and more urgent. Shrinking non-stop. Finally condensed on the end of Edwood's staff.

Edwood felt that the staff in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and he could barely hold it, so he hurriedly increased the speed of the incantation, and finally aimed the side of the staff at the hourglass, and pushed forward a little harder.

A pillar of smoke the size of a bucket erupted from the end of the staff, shooting straight towards the hourglass. At the same time, there were bursts of terrible screams.

The column of smoke shot straight into the hourglass, and the black sand particles in the lower part of the hourglass flowed backwards rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, all the sand had gathered on the upper part of the hourglass and stopped there quietly.

The plume of smoke disappeared suddenly.

At this point, Edwood, the lich, had finished chanting the last incantation, and looked at the hourglass steadily.

The whole world was silent, and there was not a single sound.

At this moment, I heard a soft sound of "click".

A crack appears on the transparent outer wall of the hourglass, visible to the naked eye.

Then, there was a "crackling" sound.

The crack spread rapidly in all directions, soon covering the entire outer wall of the hourglass.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang", the hourglass suddenly exploded, and the black sand and dust instantly expanded open, enveloping the entire platform at the top of the tower.

The black dust kept tumbling like a boiling cauldron.

Then, the smoke formed by the black sand gradually became regular, and then gradually separated, turning into more than a dozen clouds of smoke.

As time passed, the smoke continued to change and condense, and the silhouettes of a dozen human figures vaguely appeared.

The silhouettes of these figures kept absorbing the black dust, and the sand mist became lighter and lighter, but their figures became thicker and more real.

Finally, when the black fog completely disappeared, around the stone platform, there were more than a dozen people shrouded in black robes.

Each of them had a dull complexion, a withered description, and looked like the kind of people who had been sick for a long time.

These people are all lichs under the High Priest of the Undead, and they have deliberately changed their human appearance in order to operate on human territory. It's just a small matter for the lichs to change their bodies.

But now they all stood there, as if they had been frozen, motionless as sculptures.

Edwood, the lich, looked at them in astonishment, and secretly wondered if there was something wrong with the spell.

If something really happens, he'll be in big trouble.

After all, a complex spell like this is indeed very dangerous in itself, and it is the most difficult space spell, and everyone knows that for necromancers, space spells have always been their weakness.

No one but the High Priest can guarantee 100% success.

"I've doubled the strength, there's no way something could go wrong," the lichs in the middle of Edwood's stupefied swaying as he was secretly nervous.

The surrounding lichs came to life at the same time, looking around blankly.

Edwood breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was just a delay in the spell, nothing went wrong.

The lichs seemed to be in a state of ignorance.

They opened their eyes, clenched their staffs nervously, turned their heads to look around, and whenever something was wrong, they threw out a few dozen dark spells to cover the target.

Seeing his companion's nervous appearance, Edwood smirked as if he had succeeded in his prank. These grandsons usually look like dogs, but they didn't expect to be so afraid of death.

He admired it for a while, and then coughed "uh-huh" to remind everyone of his save.

It was only then that the lichs noticed Edwood standing in front of them.

Edwood glanced at them, then spread his hands and said flatly, "Welcome to the human world." ”

The lichs breathed a sigh of relief.

One of them patted his chest, and his hoarse voice laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I wasn't teleported to that messy place." Last time a fool operated this spell, he sent six companions to the deep sea, and it took us a lot of effort to get them back, and I've been worried about it all the way, it's good, Edwood, it's very good~!"

Edwood snorted dissatisfiedly. The other party actually questioned his ability, which made Edwood very dissatisfied.

The other lich looked around at the surrounding rainforest, sneered, and said, "I haven't been back here for six hundred years." I don't know if my enemy still has descendants. ”

That man was Edwood's old partner, who accompanied Edwood to join Hylord, the lich who had been pitted by Lorraine in Thunder.

Edwood said coldly: "We have a task, don't delay the business with boring things." ”

The lich Heylord snorted heavily, flicked his sleeves, and said coldly, "Edwood, don't think that you can command me in a gray outfit. I naturally know which is more important, so I don't need you to remind me. ”

Edwood froze, glared at him angrily, and said hatefully, "It's good to know." ”

The surrounding lichs let out an undisguised sneer.

In the Undead, the grey robe is the exclusive symbol of the Undead* Master. Both the Lich and the Dark Mage are both in black robes.

Although this is not specifically stipulated, it is already a well-established rule among Semitic and necromancers, and among all the Eternals, only the Necromancer High Priest can wear gray.

Aside from gray, the High Priestess of the Dead never wore robes of any other color.

This matter seems to be very small, but it is a very strict issue involving the political level.

Just as the emperor must wear yellow, even the underwear and socks must be this color.

And once others dare to wear it, there are only two results, either as a thief, ask for a knife, and destroy the nine clans, or become Taizong Taizu or something.

As soon as everyone appeared, they saw Edwood wearing a gray robe, and they were naturally secretly dissatisfied in their hearts, "Who does this guy think he is?"

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Dare to wear a gray robe, does he still want to be a high priest?

It's also Uncle Ben who wants to be in the wheel, how can it get to the head of such a guy~!" In addition, Edwood is usually domineering and arrogant, and his popularity among the lich is particularly bad.

But what makes the lich strange is that the undead high priest doesn't know what to think, and he has always been particularly fond of this lich who is not very skilled and not old enough, and he has blue eyes.

If it was usually in front of the high priest, it would not be their turn to point fingers, although the lich was holding back the anger in their hearts, but there was no high priest in front of them at this time, so naturally they had something to say, and there was no need to give face to this guy who would make a small report.

Edwood felt a little embarrassed in his heart, this gray robe was specially chosen by him after he arrived on the Terran continent, and Edwood, who was originally arrogant, imagined himself as the High Priest of the Undead.

Of course, it's okay to be alone, but wearing it in front of your colleagues is a bit arrogant.

However, Edwood was arrogant, and he did not lose the battle, and although he was uneasy, he did not show any expression on his face.

He took a deep breath, then said in as flat a tone as he could, "I wear a gray robe to make it easier to move around humans. Humans have a taboo of black robes, and your current outfit is very conspicuous among humans. ”

The other lichs looked at each other, then nodded, admitting that Edwood had a point.

One of them said, "Okay, don't argue, the task assigned by His Excellency the High Priest is important." Edwood, are you all set?"

Edwood smiled proudly, held his head slightly high, and said, "Of course, my months here have been very rewarding. Everybody come with me. ”

Edwood led a group of lichs back to the big wooden house under the pyramid, walked to a large chest in the corner, drew a rune in the air with his finger, and then out of thin air, lifted the magic trap on the box, opened the box, and said, "Everything we need is here." ”

Edwood unfolded a map on the table, his staff nodded at the map, and said with a smile: "Thank you Lorraine, if it weren't for him, my work wouldn't have been done so smoothly." ”

The lich frowned, and Hylord looked disgusted, and said, "Lorraine, that damn Lorraine? Thank you, Edwood, damn you'd better be clear." ”

Among the lichs, the first to hate the name Lorraine is Edwood, and the second is Hylor.

Edwood laughed out loud and said, "I worked for that arrogant Harddou for six months, and that guy didn't get enough oil, and I was about to give up on him."

As a result, Lorraine gathered half a million troops to attack this Haddou. I became his last hope for life. Especially after Haddou lost a battle, that guy has to cooperate more.

Of course I'm thankful for that Lorraine~!"

Edwood's last sentence was extremely resentful.

"Five...... 500,000~!" said a lich in a lost voice.

Others also had cautious, worried expressions.

They are only lichs, not gods, and can still be killed. If the opponent has a legion of 500,000, they are not an opponent, and they may not even be able to escape.

Edwood sneered, glanced at them contemptuously, and said, "Don't worry, Lorraine's army is being held back." It won't get in the way of our plans. I've already planned our actions. ”

"Tell me about it. "Although the lichs are gifted and extremely intelligent, their cleverness is used in dark spells, allowing them to fight, allowing them to plan strategic actions, and these masters are blinded.

Edwood pointed to the map and said, "That kid from Lorraine raised 500,000 troops, seemingly to fight Haddou, the enemy, but in fact, he was training the army to prepare for our expedition. Half of the army was made up of people from the Holy See of Light. ”

The surrounding lichs nodded at the same time, and of course they understood this.

Edwood said: "If we destroy these 500,000 troops, we will be equivalent to destroying half of the will to resist and military strength of mankind, and the significance is very heavy. ”

Hylord looked at Edwood like a fool and teased, "Destroy half a million troops?" Edwood, are you sure you know what you're talking about?

With just 16 of us, we can wipe out 500,000 soldiers? Are you in the human race for a long time, and you are also suffering from the illusion of human creatures? ”

The other lichs also shook their heads, even if the undead high priest came in person, he would not be able to destroy such a huge military force of the enemy, if the undead had this ability, they would not have to be defeated in the last thousand-year war, and then they would be driven out of the Terran continent by the combination of elemental mages and priests.

Even the lich spreading plague in the city would not be able to kill such a large number of people.

The lich's eyes became a little disdainful when they looked at Edwood, and they secretly thought in their hearts that this guy had made a mistake of being so ambitious again.

Edwood shook his head with a smile and an unfathomable expression, and said, "No, it's possible. ”

Edwood's finger pointed at the Ruman Empire, then slid down to the Almohads Empire, and said, "The enemy is on an expedition, and 500,000 soldiers are their advantage and their weakness. Their weakness lies in the long supply line behind them. Do you know how much food the 500,000 legions need to consume?"

The lichs shook their heads at the same time, they really didn't know about this, but they knew that it would be an astronomical amount to think about it. In order to stock up enough food and grass for expeditions, the Semitic tribe had been planning for hundreds of years, and they were only nearing completion.

Edwood straightened his chest and smiled, "I don't know either. ”

Hylord almost spurted out a mouthful of rotten blood, and said with a dark face: "I don't know if you say a fart~!"

Edwood was not displeased, and said, "But I know that Lorraine has only hoarded enough food in Almohad for forty-five days. As long as we cut off their supply lines and force their supplies to stagnate for fifteen days, the enemy will retreat on their own initiative.

Stop their supply lines for a month, and the enemy will collapse completely. It's mine...... Our ally Haddou will take advantage of the situation, and it will not be a problem to destroy Lorraine's 500,000 troops.

I think you also know that Amor Haddou is the number one general in the human world.

It will be a glorious victory that will go down in history~!"!!