The four undead oracles, buried in the depths of the soil of the undead, finally reappeared when Kunsang punched out of the pit, and at first glance, it was just four life-size statues of samurai, they stood in the center of the pit, from bracelets, necklaces and other clothing pendants, to the expressions on their faces, all lifelike.

Desolation flashed in Kunsang's eyes, and he said, "After Aaron passed away, they buried themselves in the depths of this land, waiting for the return of the old master, and it has been another thousand years...... My blood won't wake them up, but yours can!"

Feng Qinglang cut his palm as he said, pouring silver-gray blood on the heads of the four sculptures, and they immediately moved slightly! As if waking up from the deepest dream, first his fingers trembled slightly, and then his neck slowly turned from side to side.

Kunsang said indifferently: "They are all ruthless people, refining themselves into undead puppets, and their brains will become less flexible, just to obtain a longer undead life...... But despite this, they are also entering the end of their lives. ”

After the four gods of the undead woke up, they quickly recovered from their dazed state, and collectively came to Feng Qinglang to stop, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed deeply at the same time, and said in unison: "Welcome back of the Great Commander!"

They are pale and dull, but their eyes are full of fanaticism, loyalty, and adoration, and they are the only place where they have life.

Kunsang commented: "Look! stupid, very good! There may have been some wisdom left thousands of years ago, but now there is only instinct and primitive intelligence...... With them by their side, the undead will recognize you as their ruler, and Aaron ordered them to follow me and walk around the Council of the Dead, and then I took the throne. ”

He wiped the void in front of him again, and said, "Clear, remember this technique......" The gray smoke cloud in the void seemed to be caught by Kunsang's hand, and it also changed into a crumpled piece of paper.

Kunsang quickly wrote something on the paper, and then blew in the direction of the Council of the Dead, and the paper turned into countless fragments, turned into a breeze, and blew south.

"In this way, orders can be conveyed to them!"

"Now, I've told them that you're the new generation of Undead Grand Lords!"

"Hey, don't look at me with such sad eyes, that's right, I'm just explaining what happened after my death! But I've waited too long for this day, you should be happy for me, Lao Tzu is finally relieved." ”

Kunsang threw a black handwritten book to Feng Qinglang again, and said: "Well, here is a guide to the Great Commander of the Undead, the original book is Aaron, and later I adapted it, being the Great Commander is actually very simple, and the rules related to the world of the undead are clearly recorded in it...... Well, do you have any more questions?"

Feng Qinglang looked at Kunsang, he understood that the other party had actually reached the point where the origin was exhausted, and the flaming red hair was turning white at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, and even the pupils were slowly losing their luster...... He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

Kunsang understood, and laughed: "Although Alun is not a gentleman, he is by no means a villain! If it is a dirty thing, how can Lao Tzu be complicit, and he is willing to wait for a thousand years! You can rest assured, there is no place to calculate you." ”

Feng Qinglang tugged at the corners of his mouth, feeling that the other party was reaching the silver boiling point, it was a kind of pleasure that was no longer suppressed, it was Kunsang's soul sublimation, he said: "Kunsang sage, what I want to ask is that according to the fantasy novels on the stigma, if you return to the stars, then before that, you will generally pass on your skills to me, and then you will pass away......"

Kunsang couldn't help laughing and sighed, "Fart, how can there be such a good thing, hehe...... You're kind of a funny boy......"

The voice gradually became smaller, and the whole smiling face froze for an instant, vaguely, it was still the ignorant and reckless red-haired boy thousands of years ago, and then, the whole person turned into nothingness, and it seemed to be hidden in the haze and mist, and then transformed into thousands of luminous points, shooting into the Dead Sea, smashing out a circle of ripples, so that the Dead Sea finally changed, the waves rose and fell for a moment, but the Dead Sea quickly returned to calm, and the countless ripples were permanently preserved......

Feng Qinglang was inexplicably sad, he and Kunsang were just new acquaintances, but they seemed to have known each other for many years, this moment, he captured Kunsang's innermost thoughts, Kunsang must have faced the Dead Sea for too much, many years, and his heart has been longing that one day, he can make it different, even if... It's just a little bit different......

Looking at the thousands of ripples, Feng Qinglang said in his heart, you have done it, Kunsang sage!

The world of the undead, which has been lifeless for thousands of years, has finally ushered in changes!

A new Undead Archon has arrived!

Although he is only a new generation of undead demons, compared to the previous generation of inactive commanders, he has enough enterprising spirit, not only reawakened the four divine envoys of the Holy Clan, but also on the first day of his tenure, he will launch the undead natural disaster, unleash the mighty undead, set off from the Eastern Undead World, advance into the Pandora Plain, and visit Trisia!

The world of the undead is mobilized! The world of the orcs is shaken!

Originally, the orcs were pressing forward step by step in the negotiations with humans, gaining the upper hand, and they were expected to sign an unequal peace treaty, but the undead came!

The spirits of the dead have traditionally entered the Pandora Plains to pay homage to Trisia, but this year it was much earlier than in previous years......

Is this a visit or a sudden undead disaster?

The undead catastrophe thousands of years ago left unforgettable pain for the orcs, and it also made them treat the undead with enough hatred and enough caution!

So, the orcs retreated, waving their hands at the humans, saying that we are still good friends, and that the thing that asks you to give this and that every year is a complete joke, and you don't have to take it to heart......

If it's an undead natural disaster, humans must not come to add a kick, then it is a blessing!

The orcs retreated to the east shore of Lieyang Lake on all fronts, and the whole army was ready for battle!

When the predicament of Stormwind City was lifted, in the north of the Pandora Plains, the chanting of thousands of necromancers in unison was making the undead canopy continue to expand, under its canopy, the endless army of the undead swept in, there was no neat pace, no majestic military posture, but there was the resentment of the dead that time could not erase, and the violent and crazy atmosphere, so that no one dared to doubt what fate would happen to this undead army once provoked!

Feng Qinglang was riding a snow-white necromantic war horse, advancing towards the legendary Trisia under the ever-expanding undead canopy.

Behind him, the four oracles of the undead took turns waving their banners to lead the way of the army of the undead.