The skinny skeleton-like zombie lying on the snow was none other than the dug up Nicholas. His clothes were frozen and shredded, and God knows it was minus a few degrees Celsius. Manipulated by Naza's psychic abilities, Nikolai floated. The snow directly below melted into water and gradually boiled. Nikolai roasted on the steaming water for a long day before slowly regaining his ability to move.

Fighting with Ioham naturally will not have good fruit to eat, and Nicholas is mentally prepared for this. Anyway, after becoming a lich, he was not afraid of the cold, and he didn't suffer much. He floated to the ground, casually summoned a black robe and put it on, and changed from a zombie to a miserable evil lich. Then Nicholas bowed to Ioham, and said very convincingly:

"Teacher, today I admit defeat. In another three hundred years, I will challenge you. ”

"It's up to me to see if I'm still there. ”

Eoham smiled and watched Nicholas stiffen. He took out his pipe and lit it, and said slowly:

"It's enough to live for hundreds of years. In less than thirty or fifty years, this big 6 will be the world of the mage, this is my lifelong wish. I didn't make arrangements for the rest of the matter. Eternal life doesn't mean anything, it's just something that is done over and over again. If I still have ambition by then, I will probably go to the abyss to participate in the bloody battle. ”

“......”

Nikolai was speechless, and from the moment he knew him, he felt that he was a big cut behind Ioham in every way. The so-called bloody war is a war between demons and demons that has been fought for countless years. It is said that from the very beginning of the world, they have been fighting with all their might. To this day, it's still a lot of fun.

Demons represent chaos. The devil represents order. These two races are fighting to the death for ideas. The scale is large enough to put all religious wars to shame. From ancient times to the present day. There are countless gods of chaos or order who have joined the bloody battle, and among them there are even gods as powerful as Ciric. As a result, they all died completely, sending a lot of corpses to the astral plane in vain.

"Teacher ......"

Nicholas had always been simple when he was a man, and he didn't change when he became a lich. But before he could open his mouth to persuade him, Eoham raised his hand. Nikolai immediately shut up, watched Ioham spit out green smoke, and said leisurely:

"No one knows what will happen in ten years, let alone thirty or fifty years. I'm more stubborn though. But you don't have to think about it that much right now. What I want to know, Nikolay, is how the things entrusted to you are doing. The gods of this world have bestowed their favors on the warriors, and I have always wanted to slap them in the face. ”

"All I can say is that I am glad that I am not dishonored. ”

Nikolai bowed deeply, then straightened up and beckoned. The black castle, which had been silent until now, rumbled, and the gate in front of it slowly opened. The sacrificial swords in three rows came out of it, like a torrent of steel.

"Following the teacher's orders, I took three hundred male slaves. Three hundred slave girls. All they could do in the castle was to have children and learn martial arts. Fight in the Void Battlefield I have laid out. All those who died in battle were made into sacrificial swords, and I spent a hundred years instilling in them the idea that dying in battle was the greatest honor. Six hundred years later, only the sacrificial sword remained in the castle. ”

While Nikolai was speaking, the sacrificial sword had already formed five phalanxes in the snow. More sacrificial swords are still coming out, seemingly endlessly.

A few hours passed, and there were two more teams of 10,000 people offering the sacrificial sword on the tundra. The first group of sacrificial swords that came out were buried in the snow to their waists, but they didn't move. They are loyal killers, cold-blooded butchers. At the command of its master, the Sword of Sacrifice will not hesitate to jump off a cliff, dash into the lava, or challenge the dragon alone. Until then, they are just silent puppets.

"Good, twice as much as I expected. ”

Eoham took a deep breath, his eyes lit up. He nodded, then turned back and said to Nikolai with some apologies:

"I should have trusted you more, kid. Just in case, I'm holding back. Hehe, just don't know if they've done as well as you. ”

With that, Eoham paused his staff. As a result, a large-scale spatial distortion was regenerated, and four more black castles broke through time and space and appeared above the tundra. Huge shadows covered the vast expanse of snow, completely blocking out the sun's rays.

In the distant royal city of Alteran, in the castle of Wing Night, Curt is idle. At present, his work is completed, and His Majesty Gurant is still personally recruiting the rebels, and he will not return for a while. The affairs of Thousand Laws City are also led by Lan Kate, and Hank assists in handling them. Curt was self-aware and had no intention of running to cause trouble. He was rarely relaxed, and waited wholeheartedly to take office to become a marquis.

So after waking up after eating and drinking, Curt ran to the station of twenty mercenaries. Probably because of the relationship with the aristocracy, Adios and Lola have been spending time here a lot lately. They are Curt's diners and top swordsmanship teachers.

For swordsmanship, Curt is still very interested. In addition to being used to kill enemies, swordsmanship training can also hone the will. In my heart, Curt didn't intend to leave magic behind forever. But Eoham's expulsion of Ani from the main physical plane is a knot, and Curt, as a son, can only resist with a plaything.

To Ke's surprise, when he arrived at the mercenary station, Gordon was beating up a mercenary. Judging from Gordon's solid pace, sharp punches, and the mercenary's pig-like face, Gordon was really angry. The remaining nineteen mercenaries were silent, and lined up to be monkeys on the side. Adios also nibbled on the chicken leg with relish, looking determined to stand by and watch.

"What's going on?"

Since Curt handed over the mercenaries to Gordon's management, he would not interfere with them casually. He crept over to the side and asked Cameron, who was frosty. Cameron's answer was to pull out a rifle, which was scarred and largely scrapped.

The mercenary got drunk and started his hands with someone, grabbed his rifle and smashed it. The result is self-evident, the opponent's head is bleeding, and the barrel of the rifle is also bent into an arc. Although the Faceless One followed, it was only a matter of making a new rifle. But whether a thing is considered strict or not, the key is to look at the nature. So Gordon, who couldn't explain to Curt, fought hard, and wanted to disassemble the mercenary who was in trouble into parts.

"I [beep-], the rules are not good, I want to turn the sky upside down, right?"

With a beautiful elbow, Curt saw teeth flying in the air.

"[Beep-] Damn, you dare to drink secretly, do you really think the battle is over?"

Thunderous knees, the mercenary spit out all the bile.

Curt recounted with his hand, and since the arrival of the Sword of Sacrifice and the Arcane Hunter, the mercenaries have indeed had less and less opportunity to wield it. They were often used as trusted heralds, or as Curt's personal bodyguards. During the battle, Curt often led a group of beasts to charge forward, and twenty mercenaries followed from a distance, ready to support fire at any time.

Because of the fact that several victories came too easily, the mercenaries were a little carried away. After all, every battle seems to have no chance of winning, but it turns out that the enemy is easily pushed down. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is called a miracle.

"Forget it, tell Gordon to stop fighting, it's not interesting to have a bloody hula. ”

With a wry smile, Curt gave the order. He watched the mercenary with only half a life left lying on the ground, unable to stand up, and could only crawl hard, trying to return to the queue. If you want to say hate, this kind of carried away second goods is really hateful. However, considering that he was willing to follow him out of Qianfa City, and traveled thousands of miles to fight a battle that seemed to be lost, and did not complain or rebel, Curt still wanted to let the mercenaries go.

"A penalty of one month's salary. From now on, all ammunition will be kept by the captain and divided when necessary. Your robbery is your life, and if you break it for no reason, you will be killed, and there will be no pension. ”

Curt made a decision after a little deliberation. One of the reasons these mercenaries were selected was that they had families in Thousand Laws City. If he dies, there will be a generous compensation for the bereaved family.

The mercenaries agreed in unison, and even the one who was lying on the ground with few teeth left barely howled. He was beaten badly, but he didn't have the heart to resent Gordon. The mercenary knew that if he hadn't been beaten to a human shape, then the matter of damaging the firearm might not be so easy to expose. If it's not Curt today, it's Blue Kate. Then it is just a trivial matter for the mercenary's head to be cut off, and it is possible to be drained of his soul, and it is possible to survive without begging for death.

After dealing with the incident, Curt went to Adios to practice his sword. His sharp shots and sword light are like lightning, all of which are the credit of not being lazy these days.

Adios nibbled on chicken wings and parried with a sword with one hand. His steps were light and fluttering, and he didn't pay attention to Curt at all. Lola couldn't help but sneer on the side, which was equivalent to a naked mockery. Curt swung his strength to the extreme, and stepped out of the sword like a cloud. Of course, I still can't help the oily Adios.

Suddenly, Curt slowed down. His movements became solemn, and his moves became offensive and defending. Adios froze for a moment, then heard the sound of a spell. He immediately threw away his wings, drew his other sword, and shouted:

"Hey, if you don't take you like this, you have to play with your life?!"

Using magic techniques, spells must omit the casting gesture and cast spells in the middle of the battle, which is a new tactic that Curt came up with. Because his body was constantly moving, which affected the relationship between the sounds, he failed several times. It wasn't until the fourth spell that Curt managed to shoot a cobweb at Adios.

"Wait and see——!!!"

This is Adios screaming in front of his face as he was spilled with cobwebs. He also knew in his heart that Curt had not practiced swordsmanship for so long in vain. (To be continued......)