The fall of the black moon, the golden rain, the storm, the elemental vision, the collapse of Tiamat's law, the escape of the aboriginals in the shallow sea, the boundless darkness.
This night is destined to be restless.
In the countryside of the Golan-Elson generation, the mountain people ran out of their houses and looked up at the starry sky. After the golden rain fell, the shadows enveloped the forest. Only Wu Zhu and the prophets were left in the dark. The roar, the barking of dogs, the sound of animals running in the forest came from far and near.
But the pair of eyes in the dark are exceptionally bright, reflecting the silver line across the sky.
"Look, this suffering is rampant..."
"Master Martha, when will it end?"
The mountain breeze has taken away the ancient ballads of the mountain people.
The army of monsters gathers in the Pine Mountains. It is a common wolf pack outside the borders of the Eruin civilization. They are led by a silver-haired she-wolf who rushes towards the Sillman area. They are formed dozens of miles away. A thick black carpet.
The howls of wolves one after another, like the trombone of a legion.
Two young men lying on the high ground near the side of the Chablis Mountains were watching this scene blankly. The sound of hundreds of thousands of black wolves running on the ground rolled like thunder through the clouds, several miles away. Can hear clearly. The two lay trembling in the bushes, not daring to move, not even daring to take a mouthful of the atmosphere—this place was where the blood rod died that day, and it screamed sternly before dying. King Alvette, swore that its soul would linger until the day of death, and wait until it died with the latter.
Then an arrow hit its skull, splitting its soul fire in two, and it fell from the horse, just in the middle of the grass.
The two young men witnessed this scene with their own eyes. At this moment, they felt that the cold eyes of the blood rod seemed to be watching them behind them. The curse of that day was fulfilled. The day of the death of the dead is the day of the destruction of the world. For a moment, any vocabulary to describe it obviously cannot be more appropriate than the current scene.
The two young men are Ke Wen’s subordinates. After he took refuge in Brando, he was made Baron Silman by Princess Griffith. The fief was Silman—but now it is Eruin and Mada. Pulling the front line of the confrontation, Brando left a fief for Ke Wen in the ring of trade winds, and the latter only left a small army here.
An army responsible for monitoring the movements of the undead.
They belonged to the scouts in this army. In recent days, Madara's skeletons were all about to move, and investigations became frequent. There were several secret guards in the valley, and they were just one of them. But they knew that their colleagues might not have gone there better than themselves, maybe someone had already escaped.
They didn't want to run, but they were so frightened that their legs were weak.
In the valley directly opposite the high ground, in addition to the secret whistle, there is also an army of undead stationed. The undead lords led by the dead lord Rofman and the war lord Ledios-the latter is the fourth apocalypse that Brando is familiar with. The red knight among the knights.
It is slightly different from the combination of Cyclops Targus and Instaron that Brando had guessed in advance—
Sillman’s local mercenaries have long been aware of this information. The rotten knight Crot, who was spared by Brando in Sir Lawson’s crypt, played an important role in it. Ordinary people are very It is difficult to understand the organization of the undead and the lords represented by different flags, but Crotte and Brando are different. They passed most of the information to Andy Tina and Freya during their stay in Fattan Harbor. .
Although Brando hates Madara, he does not discriminate against the individuals in it. The Corrupt Knight Crot is originally a fencer in Madara. It does not want to see the unity of the Kingdom of the Dead Moon. In fact, he wants to go back to the past. In that kind of lawless life, Brando promised to give it a piece of land in the Black Forest so that it could control its own destiny, and the latter completely became the leader of the road without ethics, doing his best for Eruin.
The two young men didn't know it, but the undead on the opposite side had discovered them a long time ago.
Ledios woke up from the'dormant' state several times during this night. The slumber of the undead is a sacred thing for them. Although they do not need to rest, dormancy can temporarily calm them and stay away. The pain and suffering of immortality.
Many undead regard eternal sleep in the coffin as a noble and sacred ceremony, but the Temple of the Dead Moon has strict rewards for the dormant ritual. Strictly speaking, few people except high-level undead have the power to dormant.
Ledios became a dark noble after the first Black Rose War. He was rewarded by the temple for his merits in the invasion of Ridenburg. Although he was not personally commended by the supreme one, he was considered a nobleman. Kind of supreme honor.
The warmth of the Temple of the Dead Moon is different from that of other temples on the mainland. The priests in the robes of the acolytes do not pretend to be a color to everyone, and they are humans, and they are rare and non-dead in the kingdom of the dead moon. Dark noble.
Ledios walked out of his bone camp, and the low-level undead outside automatically turned their eyes and cast their eyes on him—the red knight was wearing a black armor with a black rose on his chest. The medal, a cross, and the knight's command sword hung from his waist. Except for his pale face and the skin covered with corpses, he looked no different from a human knight.
I don’t know when the patters of rain began to fall in the sky. Cumulonimbus clouds floated from Tonigel’s sea. Together with the thousand-year tides, they passed through the Corridor of Jean Denner and Tosangkad, which helped the three regions. Brought the last rain of Qiumu.
Ledios watched the wolves running in the valley, and the vibrations of the ground had been transmitted to here from afar. Even in the rain, the debris on the rocks was beating frantically, and the vegetation trembled, shaking off the leaves. Drops of water.
But Ledios has no feeling of fear in his heart. The undead themselves are unaware of fear. Although the high-level undead know how to preserve themselves, reason rather than emotion dominates their actions. This is the fragility of the people of the dead moon. The greatest advantage of beings.
He looked at the black carpet that was engulfing the river valley, without even having a look on it, he turned his head and glanced at the top of the valley.
There is darkness in the sky, the loneliest moment before dawn.
"lets go."
He gave an order.
There were no voices of objection or inquiry, the undead consciously acted, like a silent whole, or a behemoth awakened, and groups of light representing the fire of the soul soon lit up in the darkness.
In just a few minutes, the entire huge camp came alive, a state that even the most well-trained human army would never reach.
From the beginning to the end, Ledios didn't look back at the river valley.
The two young people lying in the grass suddenly felt a sense of alertness. One of them turned around subconsciously, only to hear a soft sneer, and a bone arrow appeared abruptly on his neck. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth, trying in vain to grab his throat, but unfortunately before he had time to pronounce a complete syllable, he fell on his back.
In his last vision, he saw a corpse witch holding a bone stick standing in the jungle in the distance.
However, unlike ordinary corpse witches, this corpse witch is wearing heavy armor, holding a shield in the left hand, and the bone stick in the right hand is less than a cubit long. It does not have a helmet and faceplate, and the bald skull is exposed from the breastplate. , There are two luminous phosphorescence in the eye sockets.
The corpse witch did not bring any skeleton warriors as his subordinates. It looked like a lone ranger. There was a thick book with a black cover and a silver rim hung on the waist with a chain. The rain fell from the pages of the book, but it could not be soaked. It's nothing.
If Brando was here, he would have exclaimed when he saw this thing: Death Knight!
The undead’s unique heavy armored wizards are the only one in the Slate War. Although they are not as flexible as the real black wizards, they are also mass-produced with the characteristics of the corpse witches. China has become extremely threatening.
Moreover, these death knights are not just weak wizards, in fact, they also have the strength of the golden rank in close combat. It can be said that the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is extremely tricky to deal with. After the undead possessed them, the history of using weak skeleton knights, ghosts and bone eagles as scouts is gone forever. Death knights often destroy the opponent team alone when confronting other race scouts. Scouts, since then, they not only have all-pervasive investigative methods, but also have the ability to shield the battlefield.
The death knight is one of Tamar's proud masterpieces, but now Madara does not have the master alchemist, but still gets their most ideal unit in the Second Black Rose War.
The corrective power of history seems heavy and irresistible at this moment.
The young man with a bone arrow in his throat finally twitched twice, reaching out his hand as if he wanted to catch the air, but in the end he only caught a few drops of rain.
Then it lost its vitality.
His companions were already stunned, and he hadn't thought why they would be discovered, but the survival instinct made him run away, but before he ran a few steps, the second bone arrow screamed and caught up with him. Back, his figure paused slightly, stumbled a few steps forward in the rain, and then fell down.
Finally, the death knight took a closer look at the two corpses with phosphorescent eyes, before putting away the bone rod, and leaving again.
At the same moment, such scenes were repeatedly staged in this valley.
But few people know.
The wolves, even miles away, have no idea about the fight in this rainy night. Their goal is only the lights of civilization in the Silman Valley. The dark tide is rushing on the ground, and the nearest town seems to be within easy reach. Far away.
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