The air after rain is often a little fresher, but due to the sudden north wind blowing, there is always more fishy and foul smell in the air, which makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.
The spring rain can't wash away the breath of death in the air, and for the new residents who have just moved in, this is indeed the taste of their hometown. They expect this world to be completely twisted into a part of the plane of death, but the area where the original port area is located. The Enchanted Forest is an invincible fortress.
The open gate of the plane is always a threat. Outside the city of Victoria Harbour, in the middle of dozens of giant soul towers, the power of death that has been poured into it gathers and twists, turning it into a black beam of light that covers the sky.
But around the beam of light that looks like the Tower of Heaven, there is a distorted space. There are mountains and water in the shadows, and the dense black figures seem to be doing something. It is the intersection of the main plane and the profane plane. Every now and then, the undead came out from the void.
The corpse witch and the lich are busy, surrounded by hills with broken bodies and broken arms. Most of the low-level undead who have just come out are short of arms and legs, at least they must be equipped with "parts" that can walk normally.
And the first thing those high-level undead come out is probably to thank God or the God of Destiny for the protection. After all, the collision of planes and the conflict of plane rules to complete the crossing is like driving a small wooden board. Crossing the dangerous straits in the storm requires not only courage and strength, but also luck.
The undead emperors are not fools. They already know that this is a critical moment. On the contrary, in order to wait for this day, they spend countless energy and secret preparations, and no matter how good the plan is, it will not be enough to suddenly come to bad luck.
According to the current development trend, if the area caused by the subsidence of this plane becomes a new plane, this gate to the desecrated plane will be considered a waste.
The severe situation is already in front of you. If you can't destroy the will of this new plane, let this space be completely swallowed up by the plane of blasphemy, and when the will of that plane is completely awakened, I am afraid it will be a time for a large-scale counterattack. Even if it's abolished.
Find a new location for plane subsidence? Let's not talk about how to convince the Bayer Empire to make sacrifices again when there is no victory. Before, the Great Undead Emperor paid a huge price and took the risk of coming in person to negotiate.
And even if Baier's objections can be successfully suppressed, the preparations for the Victoria Harbour area could not be completed in a year or two. In order to meet the standard of plane subsidence, the spirit tower there has actually been operating secretly for many years. Citizens The Tears of Casoran in his body were already five times higher than the average, so how many years would it take to start preparing again.
But when the plane rules collided, plane teleportation was simply a lottery for the Universiade. The low-level undead were cheap and beautiful, and there were countless low-level undead accumulated for so many years in the plane of death. Three out of ten It's not a pity, but it's a pity for the intermediate level and above.
The main plane does not have the concept of middle-level undead. Those without IQ are low-level undead, and those with intelligence are high-level undead. However, in many death planes, due to the inclination of plane rules to the undead, as long as the advanced level is To a certain extent (probably the bronze rank) can regain experience and wisdom, and it is precisely because of this that with a large base, the kingdom of the dead on the plane of death was more prosperous than the outside world guessed, and the degree of civilization is not low.
No intelligent life can endure being reincarnated into a blood-devouring beast driven by instinct. Most of them are still people in the local area. How can they be willing to turn into beasts and slave soldiers here, and the "middle-level undead" who have lost their intelligence are just a little bit. A stronger low-level undead, whose strength is less than one-third, is still an obvious waste.
As for the high-level undead, if you only look at the birth rate, it is probably the most pitiful of all races, and it is even more precious. The most lacking in the undead army is always the middle and high-level cadres. Too bad.
Of course, the stronger the existence, the stronger the survivability in this situation, and the higher the probability of natural teleportation through space, but if the luck is bad, if you encounter any time fault, even the undead emperor himself may not have the confidence to pass the teleportation.
No matter how much the price is paid, the highest probability is only half and half. Thousands of years of accumulation can only bet on this game, which is a gamble that must be lost.
However, when the war hits a critical moment, investment and expenditure cannot be considered. "Even if a brigade is exhausted, it will take the XXX highlands" is a slogan that is often shouted on certain occasions.
Obviously, a small hillside that has been blown up is not worth the exchange of life. Even if it is captured, it cannot be used in exchange for benefits. The most important thing is the strategic significance behind it. It could lead to the loss of the entire war.
At this time, this increasingly independent semi-closed plane is a strategic highland that is being competed for, and the gods of order may intervene at any time. Therefore, even if you know that teleportation at this time is a loss-making business, but the plane is discovered After starting to get out of control, the great emperors did not hesitate to smash their own property.
"Ah, here I come, I see, I conquer... oooooooo!"
The lucky ghoul just came out of the black beam of light, and before he could celebrate that he had passed the death test by luck, he bowed his head in a miserable howl, and a large amount of black mist left his body. At the same time, his sanity and experience over the past century were also scattered.
He was still uttering rhetoric just now, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the ghoul whose saliva kept dripping.
"...another unlucky bastard who was sent without understanding."
The corpse witch is ordered to give up the channel on a death contract link. This kind of thing has been encountered too much these days, and they have long been used to it.
And what came out next was a squad of death knights with many scars. Many of them broke their hands and feet, and they supported each other to barely get out of the beam of light. Judging from the fact that they still maintained their rationality, they were all high-level undead. The elite reinforcements and big men immediately had corpse witches come to treat them, and they also registered and prepared to accept the reorganization of the legion.
"All members of the Blood-red Thorns Knights are here. I'm Elber, the leader."
The person who was approaching was actually a undead monarch-level death knight lord. The corpse witch released the "breath of death" to treat the wounds and registered it for him, but halfway through the writing, he hesitated for a moment and asked aloud.
"All members? Isn't the blood-red thorns a very famous knight in the Valley of White Ghosts? It is said that there are over a hundred high-level death knights..."
The rest of the words could not be said, the pale arm had already grasped the skull of the corpse witch, and the death knight Elber was full of anger.
"Crack!"
Should we say that everyone is happy? The talkative corpse witch once again showed what it means to die if you don’t die. The death knight lord who suffered heavy losses also found a target to vent his anger, but he looked at the brothers who suffered heavy casualties behind him, but he couldn’t let it go. .
"There are only thirteen of the one hundred and thirty-six brothers left... Damn Esso! Damn space crack! And this damn fate!"
But no matter how much they complain, it can't change the fate of their cannon fodder. Since they are destined to make sacrifices, and since the undead emperor has made up his mind, even the undead monarch cannot escape the fate that is doomed.
Although the normal teleportation probability is as high as about 40%, this is the average of countless 0% and 100%. If you are unlucky, such as the blood-red thorns that just hit the space crack, you will become about 10% unlucky.
But even cursing the Great Undead Emperor who forced them into the crack would not change the next set of matters. As plane invaders, they could only go one way to the dark.
Soon, this heavy loss of death knights will be taken to the soul tower for treatment, and then use the ability of the death knights to lead the troops to reorganize the middle and low-level undead for it, as long as there are enough skeletons and zombies, almost one A death knight can lead a legion.
"Plants vs. Zombies" is still going on, and the frontline war has not stopped, but if you pay attention to the battlefield situation, the undead have not sent many high-level undead as the backbone of the elite, and camps have been built around the soul tower. A large number of undead slaves are working overtime, and a fortress-level defense line will probably be built soon.
When the refueling tactic can't really consume the opponent's combat power, but will only become the experience value of the enemy's growth, any qualified commander will not start a meaningless battle.
The camps were filled with reinforcements that had just arrived from the Blasphemy Plane. It was obvious that the undead were accumulating troops to launch a general attack, and the small war in front of them was just a line of fire reconnaissance that dispatched redundant soldiers.
However, the wood spirits have no intention of taking the initiative to attack. After all, the newly born ones will lose their strength if they leave the shelter of the forest. If they attack the undead's territory, they will leave their own plane and lose the undead. One less, naturally there is no capital to actively attack.
Seeing the army of the undead pile up more and more, they are also very worried, but they can only continue to strengthen the defense line, breed clansmen, and produce new war machines.
For the undead, only military strength is not enough. Although it is limited to the plane rules, the undead emperor is still unable to come in its heyday at this stage, and their cronies are too powerful to come directly. Even if it is not completely successful, But it's also a question of how much they can play with their strength discounted, but if they can't, someone can.
"I didn't expect to be back so soon."
The lich Fertland slowly walked out of the rules of the plane. While lamenting the impermanence of the world, he took away the bones of the corpse witch around him and recovered the lower body he lost during the teleportation.
With Emperor Esso personally taking action to protect him, even if he was a bit unlucky, he encountered a space crack like the unlucky guy in front, and still successfully completed the transmission.
As the undead king who stepped into the epic rank on the main plane, and as one of the strongest undead in the Ashe world, the former Ciro second consul Feitlan does have the capital of pride.
Although he was ultimately defeated in the Ciro Civil War, as the vanguard of the "Leading Party" on the plane of Ashe, he was still respected and trusted by the undead emperors, and was even accepted as a disciple by Emperor Esso, who taught him a lot Undead secret law, and got the opportunity to comprehend the rules of the desecrated plane.
"Hehe, Omar! Reinhardt! We still have a lot of time, wait for me to come back and take it slow."
He vaguely peeped into the crack of the door that broke through the epic realm. He was about to avenge his revenge, and he was given the full authority of Emperor Esso to become the front-line commander. It can be said that he has great power.
Moreover, as long as he takes this small plane as a springboard, he is even the commander-in-chief of the entire undead invasion. It is just around the corner to repeat the disaster of the Eternal Night. Maybe he is more powerful than that person back then. Thinking of this, Fertland is proud. Laughing, at this time he felt more high-spirited than before, and even felt that losing the Ciro civil war might not be a bad thing.
"Don't be too happy, the will of the plane is not easy to deal with, let's hurry up and integrate the army, I always have a bad hunch."
If Feitlan was overjoyed just by getting the key to a higher rank, the former first consul, the ancient bone dragon Glicasio, gained more, and Emperor Esso's evaluation of it was "give it two hundred years. , one more chair among us."
Yes, with the guidance of a undead emperor who was born with a bone dragon, Grigasio has already accumulated enough to step on the threshold of the undead emperor, and it is only a matter of time before the opening of the last door of the epic order , becoming the next undead emperor is just around the corner.
Although he said the words to be cautious and careful, it was just his usual low-key and cautious habit. He was originally the strongest undead creature in his own plane. He has always been the strongest undead creature in his own plane. Who.
"It's a pity that 'that person' is not here, otherwise I can show him my newfound power."
When he also set foot in that field, in the heart of the ancient bone dragon, there was even a vague ambition to challenge the person who always suppressed him in the past.
"Oh oh oh!!"
"We will win! The living will sleep forever, and the eternal night will come!"
"Lord Gricasio is finally here. We can charge again."
A burst of cheers attracted the attention of the two undead monarchs. It turned out to be a huge bone dragon hovering over the camp over there. The ordinary bone dragon is not as big as its claw, and the wings of death. When it is unfolded, it can cover the sky. It belongs to the coercion of the top-level undead. In the eyes of many high-level undead, it is naturally the friendly army who came to support, which immediately caused bursts of cheers.
The army of undead here has been suppressed all the time. One of the important reasons is that there are no top undead who can withstand the scene. Now it seems that an ancient bone dragon with the least epic level arrives. Naturally, he is very excited. There are well-informed people who even shouted out The name of the bone dragon boss who is expected to arrive.
But not far away, the real Grikasio was full of surprise. I didn't hear that the undead emperors also sent other super bone dragons. Why is this bone dragon's figure familiar? It seems that I met there not long ago. Pass.
"… Gloria!!"
On the contrary, Fertland was surprised. Although the beauty-loving Gloria seldom showed her bone dragon form, on the final battlefield that decided the throne of Shiloh, the bone dragon that suddenly glide and descended almost took out her own dark night council. Now that the familiar magic fluctuations are in front of me, how could I admit my mistake.
When the enemy met, he was jealous, and immediately Feitland planned to rush to take revenge, but Gricasio stopped him.
"Wait, there's someone on her back."
"Even if there are people, who are we afraid of when we join forces?"
"... Who do you think Iglia's temperament will let her ride on her back. It's only that person."
"Could it be..."
The lich Fertland was startled, and quickly released an arcane eye, but the target was the same kind of lich on the dragon's back.
He was lying on the reclining chair Shi Shiran, while enjoying the sun with magic crystal sunglasses, and waving down smugly, like the head of the army inspecting his own.
And suddenly, as if aware of his own peeping in the void, he smiled at the invisible eye, what was still in his mouth, and then snapped his fingers, and the picture returned to the void.
"Long time no see, my child has been taken care of by you. This time, let me play with you in person. Enjoy the game."
Glicasio in the distance read out the voice of the soul word by word, and the special magic fluctuations are uncompromising evidence, but in fact the two do not need evidence.
Although the magical fluctuations shown are not strong, just looking at the seemingly calm but insane fire of the soul, the strange behavior that is always unpredictable, Glicasio can be sure that that person has finally returned. , the existence that makes all the undead emperors extremely fearful actually exists in this plane.
After so many years, he actually just faked his death, what conspiracy was he planning behind his back, and why did he come forward at this critical moment.
"Eternal Night..."
"Impossible, impossible!"
Gricasio can still maintain his composure, but Fertland's face collapsed. How could he, who was one of the staff of the Evernight Great Emperor, not know the horror of that person. Before he dared to establish a parliamentary faction to suppress the royal power faction, he was convinced of that People will never come back.
On the other side, it seemed that there had been enough cheers and applause, Gloria turned a direction and flew towards the green patch in the distance.
And when Gloria slowly gliding beside the dark clouds and flying over the heads of the two undead kings, she actually hovered a little.
The two of them clearly saw that on the back of the dragon, that man was waving his hands to him happily, and even kept blowing kisses and beckoning, his enthusiasm was like a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hi!"
Even warm greetings passed down.
"… Hi!"
Being stared at by the familiar soul fire, Feitlan was frightened and waved to him quickly. This was not a spell, but an instinct formed by the pressure accumulated over the years.
After receiving the response, the lich on that day nodded in satisfaction, patted the bone dragon, and Gloria slowly continued to glide toward the forest.
It seems that the reinforcements will attack the enemy as soon as they arrive, and there is a burst of cheers in the barracks, saying goodbye to the Bone Dragon's expedition.
"Long live Lord Glicasio!"
"Long live Emperor Esso!"
But there were only two new commanders who were dumbfounded. Glicasio, who was just called Long Live, was full of hesitation. The ambition of the newly emerging Xia Keshang was only frightened by the appearance of that person. Frightened, it seems to have turned into a bubble unknowingly.
In the end, the two of them stared blankly and watched the enemy leave, completely forgetting their responsibilities as commanders.
After Gloria disappeared from sight, neither of them had the courage to intercept them. After all, they would have to face that person directly, who had suppressed their existence for more than 100 years just by virtue of their posthumous prestige.
"Hey, let's take in the army earlier. Let's keep those little guys from rushing out on a whim."
"Well. Well, don't let others wait, let's go quickly. It's too outrageous to actually mistake the supreme leader of the legion!"
Well, when someone reappears in front of them, there are still two super undead kings who have made true gods have a headache. They are obviously frightened and bereaved dogs. They have lived in the shadow of this person for too long. .