Soothed Feili! Yalin has devoted himself to a new job.
When he didn't know about the novice protection period, Yalin always felt that time passed too slowly, but now that he is busy, he always feels that time is not enough.
After consuming nearly 100,000 materials and energy, a small refining factory has appeared in a hidden canyon not far from Ulduar City. Two suspended stone pillars stand above the factory, and there are four white light balls at the top of the pillars. A special pattern is slowly operating. The magic running on the stone pillar is an illusion magic circle, which can block many kinds of detection magic and can also create large-scale illusions. If something passes by from high altitude, what you see will still be a snowy mountain, not a factory hidden in the canyon.
Patchouli has already reported to Medea, mainly to hand over research tasks to each other. Looking at the "victims" of the intellectual and quiet Patchouli Medea, they thought there was another victim. But what surprised them was that this purple-haired girl who looked about the same age as them was in the magic circle. In terms of achievements and strength, she is not inferior to Medea, the ancient Greek witch, and is even vaguely better than Medea.
The handover went smoothly, and she got the laboratory she needed. Although she was attracted by the rich number of books in the Meditator Library, and even wanted to dive into the ocean of knowledge immediately, Patchouli still resisted her desire and quickly jumped in. It’s time to study the black core crystal design.
"Stop looking and focus on your own affairs!" Medea scolded Weber and Rin who were distracted by Patchouli's appearance.
"A girl who looks about my age actually┉┉actually┉┉"
Weber, who obviously didn't know Patchouli's true age, was completely shocked, and his original confidence in "I am a genius" was also shattered. It's just that Weber blushed slightly, as if he was in love for the first time, full of longing.
"Idiot!" Medea knocked on Weber's head: "What does it mean to be as old as you? Patchouli has lived for hundreds of years and can be said to be an out-and-out witch!"
Over a hundred years old!
Weber and Rin were both shocked. A monster that has lived for hundreds of years, actually looks like a young girl who is still in her prime!
“It’s great┉┉”
“This┉┉is not fraud!!”
Rin and Weber had completely different ideas about this blinding fact. The former is envious, the latter is dejected.
The city of Ulduar is bustling with activity. In the putrid swamp, far away from the Yanold Mountains and close to the Western Holy City, an army of pale and silent dead is spreading throughout the uninhabited swamp, digging up corpses, converting undead, cutting down trees and building huge tools of war. The entire marshland was filled with unusually busy scenes. Due to the large gathering of the dead, this swamp seemed to be filled with a chilling atmosphere.
On a higher mound in the swamp, Frostmourne, which exudes an ominous luster and has a ferocious appearance, is inserted into the ground. The flowing breath of death penetrates the ground and awakens the remains of fallen soldiers sleeping under the soil and silt. The hands of the dead turned into bones and clawed away the soil to support themselves and pulled out their broken bodies. The ground was already densely covered with undead creatures, including humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and even many large unknown creatures. The skeletons of monsters include almost all races on the continent.
"What a sacred picture! How beautiful~ Death is a song that everyone will hear!" The translucent skull face of the death chanter Karsus showed a fanatical look like a pilgrim, and his hands were praying His posture continuously poured his own magic power into Frostmourne, accelerating the corruption of the earth. Even though his body was almost in a transparent state due to excessive consumption of magic power, Karsus still did not stop, seemingly dedicating himself completely. It's impossible to go out.
"Death is a song that everyone will hear┉┉You are right Karsus, no one can escape the call of death. No!" Lich King Arthas looked at the witch in front of him with satisfaction. Demon, an extremely devout death believer and possessing enough strength, with this pure obsession, he can completely serve as his right-hand man: "But before I completely 'purify' this world, I still have many places where I can use you." . So you don’t need to extinguish your soul fire just yet.”
Karsus finally withdrew his hand and bowed slightly: "Yes, Your Majesty the Lich King, I look forward to witnessing the arrival of that great moment with my own eyes, and I believe Lord Yalin will also be happy for it. Before ushering in that great moment, I will follow you until the time comes.”
Arthas nodded and praised in a dull voice: "Very good! Your devotion to death is worthy of praise. I grant you an honor, Karsus. From today on, you will be the bishop of the Scourge Legion. In the near future, you will Will be responsible for evangelizing new believers!”
"I am extremely grateful to Your Majesty, I will convey the belief in death to everyone's heart!"
The undead warrior Sanlvard came over at this time, followed by a group of skeleton soldiers equipped with fine armor and brand-new swords. The empty eye sockets were burning with strong soul fire, and every step was as neat as a well-trained one. Like the soldiers.
"Your Majesty! The Scourge Legion has expanded to 140,000, and all equipment has been distributed, but only about 7,000 people are armed." Sanlwad reported the situation.
"That's enough. Prioritize arming elite troops. The Scourge Legion still needs time to correct itself. Quantity alone is not enough. I also need to convert more high-level undead to enrich the entire Scourge Legion."
Arthas waved his hand and said casually. Originally, the undead army often used cannon fodder tactics to overwhelm the opponent with absolute numerical superiority. However, if they have to control hundreds of thousands or even millions of puppets without self-awareness, even the Lich King cannot accurately command each unit. One mistake on the battlefield will lead to a total loss. For this reason, Lich King Arthas also knows that his natural disaster army cannot lack high-level undead as commanders.
For example - Death Knight! The backbone of the Scourge Legion lacks these death knights with terrifying combat effectiveness. The seemingly terrifying Scourge Legion is like a giant beast with its backbone removed, and its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
But so far, apart from Sanlvald, Arthas has not found anyone suitable to be transformed into a death knight!
Although the Og barbarians in the far north are savage and bloodthirsty, they are completely irrational beasts and cannot take on the task of commanding. The battles during this period have allowed Arthas to see through this humble race. In addition to the things they control, Except for the monster named 'Beast', this race has no value at all.
To grow, the Scourge Legion needs new wars and killings, but now is not the time. Several elves who know how to prepare potions have become necromancers, but creating natural disasters and plagues requires time and materials. Before converting all the undead in this land, Arthas decided to temporarily withdraw his troops. When the Scourge Legion grew stronger, they marched to the southwest and captured a human town somewhere.
Obviously, the Western Holy City did not know when it was being tortured by the demon master that the dead from the far north would bring new disasters to this land ruled by the five supreme gods!
The initiator of the disaster is now thousands of miles away in the Yanode Mountains. Tonight is the night of the double moon. Elojiel will play the lyre for Yalin, but the sound of the lyre tonight is different from the previous one, which always seems to pierce the soul, deep and deep. Different from the piano music that always reminds people of the past years inadvertently, sad and peaceful, the piano music tonight is full of cheerful tone, making people feel as if they are in a sunny forest, feeling the breath of nature and life. Enjoy the fun and warm time.
Miss Tohsaka in the workshop seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano. Rin inadvertently showed a happy smile and nodded along with the sound of the piano. She was not distracted by the work on her hands, as if she was distracted by it. Encourage, but also carefully polish the magic crystal in your hand.
"I like the sound of this piano. If this is my golden theater, I will definitely be able to dance with my sword to sacrifice to the gods!" Nero waved his beloved sword, the original fire, dancing like a flaming phoenix. .
Weber, who was reading in the room, was happily lying on the bed enjoying this warm moment. The old mage Faron did not hesitate to take out the recording stone and record the sound of the piano. You must know that the last time Faron heard the elf He was deeply attracted by the girl's piano sound. When he brought back a recording stone that recorded the girl's piano sound back to the Tower of the Sage, he accidentally let others hear the sound of the piano. There was even a well-known person. The artist came to Faroun's house and spent a lot of money to seek information about the performer. Of course, due to the 'curse' on his body, Faroun could only regretfully decline the other party's request.
"This is indeed a piano sound that can move all the gods. No wonder the ancient god Yalin accepted those fleeing elves. It's a pity that humans cannot accept its player for such a beautiful piano sound." Faron sighed. .
The performer of the piano is a high elf girl named Airojiel. In addition to the Holy Capital in the west, in the Holy See's sphere of influence in the eastern part of the continent, Airojiel's identity as an elf will always make many people unable to suppress their greed. And trying to capture her and make her a slave to satisfy his desires. If the girl falls into the hands of those greedy slave traders, these beautiful piano sounds will eventually wither like flowers in the storm.
In the Frostwing Hall, Elogel is playing the lyre selflessly. That beautiful smile that makes people's hearts beat like a goddess is not forced to smile in front of Yalin because of the fate of her compatriots. It is a true smile that comes from the heart! Elojiel seemed so happy at the moment, even Yalin's figure appeared behind the veil, and the elf girl didn't notice it at all. (To be continued)