"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Goosen, Xueming."
The swordsman in the north was wearing a simple python leather armor, and the silver long sword in his hand had snow-white sword flowers. Wherever the snow light long sword touched, the cold wind pierced the bones, and even the ground was covered with a thin layer of white frost.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star."
The long sword pointed to the sky, and the silver Pegasus of the gust of wind arrived, and the horse that led the knight to charge the soul turned into a silver meteor.
"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."
As far as the sword's edge can reach, there are flying enemy heads. With only the sharp sword in his hand and the mount under his crotch, a light-armored knight can travel thousands of miles in the north!
"Fuck your clothes and hide your name and name... I seem to have forgotten it later. Forget it, I can't keep my name incognito at all. Boys! Look, I'm here, Roland Lan, and I'm the Lich King!"
As Pale Justice slammed into the ground, the magic powers converged, and the basalt sword prints intersected by turtles and snakes erupted on the ground. Han's magic power froze everything around him.
My movements were too sudden. As the ice extended, the assassins in the shadows froze their feet before they could react. Those who responded quickly could break their feet to escape, while those who responded slowly enjoyed the freeze.
"I really admire the protagonists of those legendary novels. They seem to be handsome while reciting poems and fighting fashionably, but the actual operation is simply not done by human beings. How can they recall the poems while chanting spells, thinking about fighting skills, and adjusting the fighting rhythm? Are they not afraid of forgetting the words halfway through and embarrassed to go home? If the wind blows into their mouths and they can't stop coughing, then it's even more inexplicable that they won't die?"
In the realm of my spit, there was a snake-shaped dagger oozing green light in the shadow behind me. The bewitching blade slowly stretched towards the back of my neck, but it didn't bring any wind.
The moment the blade was about to touch me, the assassin with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth trembled.
"The advanced ability of the shadow step - short-term dimensional concealment? This seems to have to be learned by a great assassin of elemental blood. It is really exciting experimental material to be able to see such a rare ability."
How could the battle-hardened assassin make a mistake at a critical moment, but now his arm is paralyzed.
"Ah!"
The pale justice was still stuck on the ground, but the thunder-like lightning flashed on it, and the runaway electric current directly caused the hapless assassin to twitch.
"Poor child, I guess you can't understand why the magic sword you left your hands will automatically attack. You can write down this trick and go back and teach those rookies how to use it to hide people."
The electric current of the Azure Dragon Sword Seal, which was stimulated for the second time, was not strong, and the twitching assassin still gritted his teeth and got up, trying to do his best, but I directly patted the black cat on the shoulder.
"Help me collect a blood sample and make a brief analysis. Don't kill such a rare material. Take the soul back to the laboratory and do it again."
Hearing that, the elegant black cat just lowered her head and licked and scratched, but did not act, but I knew she was just waiting for a bargain.
"You will be divided into one third, and then it will be up to the senior to see if she wants it. If she doesn't want it, it will be divided into half."
"Mad! Our ghost snake thief group was actually destroyed by you lunatics, and you actually talked to the cat... ah ah ah!"
Seeing that I was actually carrying him, the angry assassin scolded the assault, but in the next moment, an unknown shadow covered him.
"Cat... cat monster!"
The cat-shaped black shadow floating above the assassin's head showed a strange smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing at something.
The penetrating fear finally made the mixed-blood assassin unable to hold back the fear in his heart, and turned around and ran away, but then, with a flash of brilliance, the thief disappeared without a trace, leaving only the only The classy black cat who continues the cat wash.
"Snapped."
With a snap of his fingers, the three corpses of the thieves who had bled to death stood up silently, and they would take away several other frozen corpses.
When undead magic can appear in the sun, the corpses of the strong are valuable noble commodities, and they cannot be wasted.
And while I'm still admiring the results I've made, the battle over there has come to an end.
What the black piranha is chewing is the right arm of the holy assassin codenamed Netherfire...
After desperately giving up his limbs to feed those crazy plants, after the big assassin Netherfire finally approached the mage, what the grinning thief encountered was not a panic-stricken academic rookie, but a crazy witch who laughed even happier.
"You're the seventy-sixth assassin who thinks I'm a melee idiot. What do you think happened to your senior?"
How stable is the mind of the saint-level assassin, even if he vaguely felt that the situation was wrong, his words could not shake him in the slightest. Amyra.
But the female mage just took a deep breath, but she threw away the gorgeous sapphire staff, there were countless ghosts around her, and she punched her back.
"Boom!"
Amyra is not weak on the outside. The terrifying gravity punch caused the wind pressure to carve out a big hole in the ground. Even if the fire responded in time, it was still wiped, and she fell directly to the ground and vomited blood.
"Snapped!"
As Amyra waved her hand with a ruby bracelet, after a scream, a large pit was hollowed out around the fire, and he himself was embedded in the rock, only breathing out but not breathing in.
Maybe other onlookers will think it's some kind of gravity magic, but I know that it's just a simple wave of hands, and it's the wind pressure brought by this slap that sinks the assassin to the ground.
"A mage with 42 points of strength really can't hurt it, and a transformative person with two pupils with a true vision effect can't hurt it even more. Now that she can still live so foolishly, she really is as powerful as ever."
At this moment, Amyra caressed the ends of her hair lightly, as if the silver blindness in her eyes converged, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, as if she was murmuring something.
The long pale green hair fluttered in the wind, and the scholar girl pondered poetry in the wind. Just looking at her appearance, Amy had the taste of a literary girl.
But I am not deceived, because I have read the other person's words through lip reading.
"Baby, it's dinner, this time is a big meal."
In the next second, the pale green hair came to life, and countless strands of hair spread with the wind, and then turned into blood-red thorns. When the top of the thorns opened with a giant dragon-like bloody mouth, they were torn apart. When the biting assassin started screaming, I knew that the rest of the picture would be eighteen bans.
"Temperance? It's really a monster without control. Perhaps, she named it Temperance, just hoping that this monster wouldn't eat too much and affect her figure."
My sister's research direction is somewhat similar to mine. The materials and research results between us can be interchanged, but the manifestations are completely different.
In a sense, I am the creation of the undead created by combining the tectonics of life, modern medicine, and undead magic. Since it is a creation, I naturally create other powerful undead.
As a master of life tectonics, Amyra studies life itself, how could she let go of the most familiar and intuitively understood body - herself.
I'm afraid she doesn't even remember how many times she's made a life transformation for herself. When I met her, she said that she was more like a plant than an animal.
In fact, "temperance" and "diligence", two of her seven virtues, are part of herself, her symbiotic plants, and their existence and growth make Amyra stronger.
The 42 points of strength that Amirah has added to the equipment increase has long exceeded the limit that normal creatures can achieve. I have never heard of a race with a strength of more than 40. I am afraid that even the Titans are in front of her. It's not enough to see, her bloodline ability cannot be rated at all, and it has already become a non-conscious existence from the root.
Of course, just based on her ability to cause trouble that is not inferior to mine, she would not be able to live without two brushes. As far as I know, her ability to undead and regenerate is not inferior to mine.
The Assassin group has been cleaned up, but I am a little regretful. After all, it is not during the mission period. I can't get any points for the holy-rank thieves killed by the senior, which is a pity.
"What do you look at me like this, even if you beg me, I just lack high-quality flower fertilizer, even if you beg me, I won't divide you."
That vigilant look is really sad, and since the last unpleasant chat, Amyra seems to be more wary of me.
"An elemental descendant who can 'hidden in a short time dimension', the blood and body samples will be divided into one third of you, give me the soul of this guy, and leave the skeleton, I will be useful."
"... Super rare items, you always encounter this kind of strange existence. Your luck is as good as ever, but it seems that you are at a disadvantage in this transaction. Is there any conspiracy?"
This vigilant look is really sad, I shook my head, I know that if I don't say anything, she has become a bird of fear and she won't be at ease... In other words, I'm probably the only one in this world who can make such a strong senior sister so vigilant, I Should be proud
"Since someone wants our heads, it's natural to reciprocate. I'm not strong enough, senior, please help me."
"Small things, there is never too much flower fertilizer and experimental materials, make a deal!"
At this time, upon receiving the news that I was attacked, Xueho and the others also arrived, but they found that they really had no room to intervene and acted as idle watchers.
"Which side is the villain? Why do I think we are all evil bosses who plan to destroy the world, and the assassin on the opposite side is the hero who challenges the evil."
"Same feeling."
"Seconded!"
Well, looking at the belated reinforcements, I was first taken aback by such a discussion, and then I laughed.
"It seems that getting along with old acquaintances like Amyra and Heloise has made me feel younger and younger. However, in a sense, it is also a good thing. Of course, it is a bad thing for my enemies."
After enjoying so much peace in Sulphur Mountain, I've obviously softened a bit, and maybe that's a good thing for those around me.
But considering the grim future we are about to face, a sinister and cunning Eternal Night is obviously more effective than a noble paladin. I never intended to be an honest person and wait for the end to come.
"Want to take down an evil and cunning opponent? Then, become more insane than the opponent without sacrificing your means."
For my enemies, a cunning and crazed avenger who dares to sacrifice at a critical moment is the most dangerous, and I have no moral cleanliness that is reluctant to get my hands dirty.
"Senior sister, me, Heloise... Maybe, the most interesting (dangerous, crazy) researchers in the world are here. Maybe, we can do something interesting together."
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Another year of hunting day, the orc tribes along the Orison Mountains branch are converging, gaining the support of the Blood Axe tribe, supported by the god of earth elements, Um Diloken, and becoming the most powerful tribe among them. The leader, Amon Bloodaxe, became the new warchief of the United Horde.
Perhaps, a familiar name is more suitable for him, the Orc Emperor. Of course, if this crown is to be worn securely, the first thing to do is to win the war in the near future.
At this time, the chiefs of the various tribes were still discussing their future marching plans. Perhaps, the word quarrel was more appropriate.
"I'm against it! The first snow is about to fall, and advancing at this time is simply asking for a dead end."
Generally speaking, mountain centaurs are thinner and more agile than their underground and elven counterparts.
However, Hamar, the chief of the Kars tribe, is obviously not included in this list. He is nearly three meters tall and carries a giant halberd.
"I also oppose it. The fortresses of the Kingdom of Sluwell and the Duchy of Kasomi block the exit of the plateau. I don't know how much additional losses will be incurred if the city is attacked in winter. I am not afraid of sacrifice, and I also know that sacrifices must be made in war, but I I am against letting my sisters be such worthless cannon fodder."
Kamala is the chief of the blue-feathered harpie tribe and the most famous witch in the plateau. She is highly respected in the entire mountain range, and her opinions have been recognized by many chiefs.
It is not a good idea to storm the heavily fortified human fortress in winter. The Blood Axe Tribe's insistence has finally provoked the outbreak of grievances among the chiefs.
The chief of the Blood Axe tribe, Amon Blood Axe, is a tall eagle man. Their tribe was famous for producing Thunder Eagle Knights, but Amon himself is not very famous. On the contrary, everyone who knows him knows that his ability is still extremely average. , At this time, when pressed by others, Amon only scratched his scalp irritably, but didn't know how to answer, obviously at a loss.
"...I'm back."
Chief Lund of the Bear Tribe is famous for being taciturn, but he is also famous for being one of a kind, and now that he is going home, he can definitely do it.
Finally, Amon made up his mind and planned to tell his plan, but a hoarse voice sounded outside the door.
"My lords, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Damon Ryle, your Allied representative."
The one who entered silently was a dwarf Ratman. Most of this kind of life lived in the underground pipes of the city. Although this group was quite cunning and difficult to deal with, it was very marginal among the strength-first orcs.
But even though there were so many powerful hands in the tent, no one dared to underestimate this little Rat Man. In addition to his ability to sneak in here without a sound, the scales and horns on his face also showed his identity.
"Purgatory? Are you a devil's man, or a devil's man?"
There are also entrances to the abyss in the northern land. The orcs are no strangers to the residents of the lower planes, but as long as they are intelligent races with normal thinking, they will not have any favorable impression of these two races.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can help you. With the help of the God of Earth Elements, the geographical obstacle is not a problem from the beginning, and you don't need to attack two fortresses at all."
When Damon reached the map, he swiped it casually. It was an incredible passage that could cross the obstacles of mountains and mountains and directly reach the core area of the human world.
"As for the severe cold of winter, I can give you good news. With the help of the will of the abyss, the Marquis of Fire Sea promises to give you the blessing of flames, and the cold wind of this winter will not hinder you."
The chiefs looked at each other, but they were still a little uncertain.
"The Marquis of the Sea of Fire? The plane of the Sea of Fire is part of the abyss. The Marquis should be the Demon Lord. I have some understanding of demonology, but I don't seem to have heard of that Lord's name. The Demon Lord who appeared?"
"Haha!" Demond smiled triumphantly.
"It's no wonder you didn't hear the name of that lord. That lord only returned to the abyss last year, and he actually popularized the Demon Marquis directly, which is enough to prove her strength. She also has a good name 'God Eater', and it is She devoured the divine power of the God of Fire Elemental to give you the blessing of flames."
Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed to John, and seeing that the task was expected to be completed, Dimon was even more proud.
"Look, this is the token of this adult."
It was a silver-encrusted bronze ring with lava flames slowly surrounding it, like a decorative pattern.
"Lord Eliza! Please grant me your blessings."
The purgatory ratman Daemon held up the Lord of the Rings, the power of the devil began to spread, and the will of the higher existence was summoned by the token.
"Who is calling me! How dare you disturb my beauty sleep! Huh? Still a dirty and ugly rat man, go to hell!"
The demon king was angry, and the consequences were very serious. The woman who was awakened by the ugly man was even more tempered, and the demon's flame directly enveloped the summoner.
"Sir!! Show mercy, I am wrong... ah!"
Well, the unfortunate person who has turned to ashes has no right to speak. Looking at the Lord of the Rings that fell to the ground, everyone is dumbfounded.
Which is this show? The contact was inexplicably killed by the mastermind behind the scenes? How can this conspiracy continue
It is said that the devil is chaotic and crazy, this time I really saw it, but what should I do next? each home
"Master Wen, you are a well-known and beautiful man among orcs, and you are well-connected. Why don't you try to contact this marquis?"
Immediately, the face of the fox man chief named by Amon turned pale, and the rat man had just died in front of him, and he dared to try again.
But the fox clan lived up to the reputation of the clan of orcs and wise men, and immediately, he came up with a solution.
"You also heard that this Daemon was executed for disturbing Lord Marquis's nap, so we just need to wait until the Lord wakes up before contacting him. Well, no matter how much the time difference between the abyss and the surface is, eight hours Post-contact is definitely the safest."
Well, this is undoubtedly a trick, but obviously this ending can be accepted by everyone, and everyone is relieved.
And I, who was far away in another country, got a message from the silver ring in my hand.
"The orcs are about to bypass the geographical restrictions in the plateau area and directly raid Sluwell in winter?"