With a heavy breath, Ying Zheng's sword sheathed. He looked at the wisp of fly ash floating in the air and smiled softly: "Don't say those words of deep friendship, I can't bear it! I am alone, I am alone, in fact, I should have realized the true meaning of this word ten thousand years ago, and should have razed the nine tribes like you long ago to save me from heartache today!"
Turning around, he slowly walked out of the Chinese army's tent. Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the camps of the Western Continental Allied Forces in all directions, Ying Zheng smiled softly: "From today on, there will be no more worries and no more memories. WWw. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.CoM Ten thousand years of kindness have been severed! You are you, and I am me! I am Ying Zheng, the supreme one throughout the ages... Fuck, that bastard Lin Qi, I, I..."
Ying Zheng hit his head with his fist several times, and had just killed all the courtiers in the Blood Qin Empire who might be members of the Dominion Association. Ying Zheng, who was about to give advice to the country in high spirits, suddenly remembered all the honors and disgrace of his life and death. The facts are in Lin Qi's hands. He was like a stallion that was in high spirits in the spring and was about to ride on the mare for a feast, but was castrated with a knife, and his head drooped weakly.
Pulling the corner of his mouth and snorting coldly, Ying Zheng muttered a few words in a low voice, and then his body suddenly exploded into a hazy black mist. With the last ray of sunlight before the sun set, he escaped silently. In the night.
High-pitched horn sounds sounded from all directions at the same time, and the dull drums shook the ground. Countless magicians flew into the sky, and a hundred top-notch sacred artifacts 'Mirrors of Light' manufactured by the Dawn Temple flew into the sky. These mirrors of light, which are hundreds of meters in diameter, are suspended high in the sky, emitting dazzling white light, illuminating the land a hundred miles in radius.
Tens of thousands of temple knights and soldiers from the Great Yan Dynasty and Longshan Empire strode out of the military camp. Under the cover of magicians, they launched a final attack on several small peaks occupied by the remnants of the Blood Qin Empire.
A quarter of an hour later, just as the setting sun in the west completely disappeared into the night, the Blood Dragon Flag of the Blood Qin Empire quietly fell from the top of the mountain.
On the night when the Blood Qin army commanded by Wei Yao was destroyed, the emperor's palace of the Blood Qin Empire was brightly lit. This majestic palace, made of huge stones and magic metal, two miles long and wide, suspended a hundred meters above the ground, was surrounded by millions of Blood Qin elites. High in the sky, countless mages from the Tianmiao and the gods from Penglai were patrolling back and forth. The power of defense has reached an overwhelming level.
The priests of the Desert Temple and the Grassland Temple who had completely surrendered to the Blood Qin Empire did not appear. The clergy of the two major temples were transferred to the front line by Ying Zheng to confront the coalition forces in the Western Continent. Ying Zheng is not stupid. Based on the information Lin Qi passed to him, he dares to trust these magic sticks who suddenly abandoned their beliefs and joined the Blood Qin Empire!
Surrounding Ying Zheng's palace, large groups of tall and strong orc warriors and barbarian warriors wearing various armors stood neatly. Some grumpy orc warriors snorted disdainfully from their noses from time to time, casting provocative glances and making insulting gestures at the soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire who were standing nearby.
The soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire ignored this. They just raised their heads high, swaying their bodies slightly intentionally or unintentionally, so that the exquisite magic armor on their bodies reflected the gleaming light under the light of the lights and magic torches. The magnificent reflections of these magical equipment made those orc warriors and barbarian heroes so jealous that their eyes turned green and their mouths drooled.
In a corner outside the palace, a ten-mile-long bone dragon lay lazily on the ground. Thousands of undead warriors stood on his back. Nearly a thousand undead lords with various crowns on their heads, large groups of powerful black knights and skeleton kings, and groups of ghosts and resentful spirits yawning between the ribs of the bone dragon.
In the palace, Ying Zheng is sitting on a high throne. On his left are the golden lion prince Leon and the ugly-looking Yin Qingyue. On the right side of Ying Zheng, there are dozens of strong undead men who exude a fierce, ferocious, strange, and sinister aura. They are all messengers sent by the undead clan. I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional. That extremely ugly type.
A mummy wrapped in dirty cloth. A half-rotten zombie. The Headless Horseman, who plays with his bloody head as a ball in his hands, has countless branches all over his body that look like tentacle monsters. As well as the Abominable King whose body was covered in flesh and blood and infested with countless squirming corpse insects, etc.
This group of undead sat there, with a stench rising to the sky, and their faces were hideous enough to give people nightmares. The aura they exude is even more sinister and violent. If an ordinary person is touched by their aura even slightly, they will definitely end up with nightmares every night and a serious illness for three years.
Beside Ying Zheng, a dark golden high-top lotus platform was floating lightly. The Dharma King Mahavira, a certain Dharma protector from the Tianmiao who had been practicing in seclusion for who knows how many years, was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform with a warm face. At this moment, he was looking at the messengers of the undead with a 'curious' and 'exquisite' look.
There was silence in the hall for a while, and Ying Zheng raised the huge bronze wine baron in his hand: "Everyone, drink up this glass, and let's talk about business."
The undead chattered as they picked up the wine glasses and drank the wine in one gulp. Anyway, for them, they don't care about poisonous things. Even if it is the ancient Fallen Angel potion, as undead, they have extremely strong resistance. They don't mind at all if Ying Zheng tampered with the drink.
What attracted people's attention was the headless horseman who was sitting on a stool and playing with his head as a ball. His head opened his mouth, and then he poured the drink from his mouth. Soon, sticky liquid was dripping from under his head. Thick blood. The headless horseman laughed and laughed as he caught the blood wine in a wine glass and poured it into his mouth again, as if it was a fun game.
Yin Qingyue glanced at the headless horseman with disgust. She did not touch the wine baron placed on the long table in front of her. Instead, she stood up and sneered at Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Ying Zheng, you invited us. Please tell me what is going on here. After all, the current situation is so complicated, I think everyone will feel a little uncomfortable staying in your palace."
Ying Zheng dropped the wine prince and laughed a few times: "Okay, let's get down to business! The three parties will join forces to attack the Western Continent! Whoever gets all the seizures will get it! This is what I mean, and it is also the Tianmiao. And the will of the gods in the Tianmiao. Those who agree can sign the covenant, and those who don’t agree can leave!"
The undead looked at each other, and a mummy demigod slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, we have only one condition. The bodies of all your soldiers who died in battle belong to us! If you can agree to our request, we will Agree to sign this covenant!”
After a pause, the mummy laughed strangely: "The additional clause is that all the forces that signed the alliance are not allowed to accept surrendered soldiers from the Western Continent. All soldiers from the Western Continent must be killed, and the bodies must be intact. Leave it to us.”
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and waved his hand vigorously: "I agree! They are just corpses, what do they count? But the souls of those who died in the war? How do you undead clan and the Tianmiao distribute them? Then it will be according to your According to the rules, I will never interfere!"
The undead smiled and nodded, and the headless horseman took his long hair and shook his head like a meteor hammer.
Yin Qingyue snorted coldly, and said softly: "Then, we also have it here..."
Ying Zheng looked at Yin Qingyue fiercely, and he said word by word: "Yin Qingyue, you are just a saint in the Desert Temple! But now the power of the Desert Temple and the Grassland Temple have been wiped out by me! Here, You have no place to speak, and you have no right to speak to me! Shut your mouth, or I will capture you now and leave you to my soldiers to enjoy!"
Yin Qingyue's face turned black with anger, her body swayed, and she sat back on her seat weakly.
Facing Ying Zheng's brutality and force, Yin Qingyue didn't even have the strength to refute. The resistance of the two major temples suddenly collapsed. Yin Qingyue had no idea what had happened. The tyrannical steppe hyenas were assassinated by their most trusted disciples. All the surviving clergy of the two major temples defected to the Blood Qin Empire. This was From Yin Qingyue's point of view, it was something that completely subverted her belief.
Her body was trembling slightly, and Yin Qingyue sat on her seat looking at her toes with a gloomy expression.
Lion Prince Leon looked deeply at Yin Qingyue, then he slowly stood up and spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, Yin Qingyue is just a woman, there is no need for you to be angry with a woman. We are all strong in this world. Women, it is their natural duty to give birth and take care of children, what do you think?"
Ying Zheng smiled and clapped repeatedly, while Yin Qingyue raised her head at a loss and looked at Leon blankly.
Without even looking at Yin Qingyue, Leon touched the thick golden beard on his chin and said loudly: "The tripartite alliance attacks the Western Continent. This plan is also agreed by all the adults in the Odin Temple. However, we need a plan. A little help!”
When he mentioned the word 'aid', Leon's eyes turned a little green, and the foreign envoys accompanying him also licked the corners of their mouths greedily and stared at Ying Zheng. Judging from their expressions, they simply regarded Ying Zheng as a big piece of fat.
With a cold snort, Ying Zheng squinted at Leon and laughed slowly: "Assistance? For example?"
Leon licked the corners of his mouth. He was silent for a while, then raised two fingers: "We need two..." (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go and read.)