Otherworldly White Dragon Lord Chapter 295: The death knell and the sound of joy
Peace Fili! Yalin devoted himself to a new job.
When I did n’t know that there was a novice protection period, Yalin always felt that the time was too slow, but now I feel busy when I am busy.
It consumes nearly one hundred thousand of material energy. A small refinery plant has appeared in a hidden canyon not far from Ulduar City. Two suspended stone columns are erected above the plant, and there are four at the top of the column. The white sphere of light has been running slowly according to some special law. The magic that runs on the stone pillars is a phantom circle, which can shield many kinds of detection magic and can also create large-scale illusions. If something passes through the sky, you still see a snowy mountain, not a factory hidden in a canyon.
Pacholi has reported to Medea, mainly to hand over research tasks to each other. The "victims" of Paqiuli Medea who looked at the intellectual and quiet thought they had another victim, and the result was that they were shocked by the fact that the purple-haired girl who was about the same age as her was doing magic. In terms of creation and strength, she did not lose at all to Medea, the witch of ancient Greece, and even vaguely beat Medea.
The handover was very smooth, and I got the laboratory I needed. Although I was attracted by the rich number of books in the library of the meditator, I even wished to immediately take a dip into the ocean of knowledge, but Pa Qiuli still held back my heart. I was eager to quickly invest in the research of the black nuclear crystal design.
"Don't read it, focus on your own business!" Medea reprimanded Weber and Rin, who was a little distracted because of Paqiuli's appearance.
"A girl who looks about my age is actually ┉┉ actually┉┉"
Obviously, Webber, who does n’t know the real age of Pa Qiuli, was completely shocked. The confidence in the original "I am a genius" was also shattered. It's just that Weber blushed a little, as if the warmth was about to start, and he was full of longing.
"Fool!" Medea knocked on Webber's head: "What is the same age as you, Pa Qiuli has lived for hundreds of years, can be said to be a true witch!" "
A hundred years old!
Weber and Rin were startled. A monster that has lived for hundreds of years, actually looks like a young girl who is still in the cardamom age!
"Awesome┉┉"
"This┉┉This is not fraud !!"
Rin and Weber have very different ideas about this blinding fact. The former is envious, the latter is downcast.
The city of Ulduar is busy. In the rancid swamp away from the Janod Mountains and near the Holy City of the West, an army of pale and silent dead is spreading throughout the unmanned swamp, digging corpses, converting undead, cutting down trees and building huge war tools, The whole scene of the algae rushed to a strange busy scene. Because of the large gathering of the dead, this swampland seemed to start to fill with a chilling breath.
On a higher hill in the swamp, frost sorrow with an unremarkable luster and a grisly appearance is inserted into the ground, and the flowing death breath penetrates the stratum and will kill the fallen soldiers sleeping under the mud and mud Wakes up. The dead turned into dark and dark bones. The palms lifted the dirt and pulled out their broken bodies. The earth was already densely packed with undead creatures. Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and even many large unknowns The skeletons of monsters cover almost all races on the mainland.
"What a sacred picture! What a beautiful thing ~ Death is a song that everyone will hear!" Death chanter Kalthas's translucent skull face showed a pilgrim-like feverish expression, The gesture of praying with both hands continuously poured his own magic power into frost sorrow to accelerate the corruption of the earth, even if his body was already in a transparent state due to the excessive consumption of magic power, but Calthas still did not stop. It is also beyond reach to devote yourself completely.
"Death is a song that everyone will hear┉┉You are right, Karzas. No one can escape the call of death. No!" The Lich King Arthas looked at it with satisfaction. The lich in front of him, an extremely devout believer in death, and possesses enough strength, he can serve as his right and left hand in this pure obsession: "But I still have many places to use before thoroughly purifying the world. You. So you do n’t need to extinguish your soul fire now. "
Karsas finally withdrew his hand and bowed slightly to salute: "Your Majesty the Lich King, I look forward to seeing the great moment with my own eyes, and I believe Lord Yalin will also be happy for it. I will follow you before that great moment. "
Alsace nodded in a dull voice and praised: "Very good! Your devotion to death is commendable. I will award you an honorary Karthus. From today you will be the Bishop of the Scourge. You will be responsible for preaching new believers in the future! "
"Thank you so much, I will pass the faith of death to everyone's heart!"
The undead warrior Sandvald came over at this time, and a skeleton soldier equipped with excellent armor and a brand-new sword followed the fierce soul fire in the hollow eyes. Every step was neat and tidy. Like trained soldiers.
"Your Majesty! The Scourge has been expanded to 140,000, and the equipment has been allocated, but only about 7,000 people have been armed." Sunvard reported the situation.
"Enough is enough. Priority to arm elite troops, the Scourge Army still needs time to correct. The number alone is not enough. I also need to convert more high-level undead to enrich the entire Scourge Army."
Alsace said with a wave of his hand. Originally used by the Undead Legion, the cannon fodder tactics had an absolute quantitative advantage to overwhelm the opponent, but to control hundreds of thousands or even millions of puppets without self-consciousness, even the Lich King could not accurately command each unit, changing rapidly. A mistake on the battlefield will result in a total loss. For this reason, the lich king Arthas also knows that his high-level undead as a commander must always be in his natural disaster army.
For example-Death Knight! The backbone of the Scourge is lacking these death knights with terrible combat power. The seemingly horrible Scourge is like a giant monster with its backbone removed, and its combat power will be greatly reduced.
But until now, with the exception of Sandvald, Arthas has not found anyone suitable for transformation into a death knight!
Although the barbarian bloodthirsty of the Ogg Barbarians in the Far North, the completely irrational beasts are unable to take command, this period of battle has made Alsace see through this humble race, except for them Apart from the monster named 'Blood Beast', this race has no value.
For the Scourge to grow, it will require new wars and killings, but it ’s not the right time. Several elves who know how to make potions have become necromancers, but it takes time and material to create the Scourge plague. Before the undead, Arthas decided to temporarily withdraw his troops. After the Scourge grew stronger, it went southwest in one fell swoop and captured a human town.
Obviously, the Western Saints did not know when they were abused by the demons. The dead from the extreme north will bring new disaster to this land dominated by the five high gods!
And the culprit of the disaster is now in the Yarnold Mountains, thousands of miles away. Tonight is a two-moon night. Ai Luojieer will play the lyre for Yalin, but the sound of the tonight is always as piercing as before. Soul, low, desolate, makes people feel peaceful. The sound of the piano is different from the past years. The sound of the piano tonight is full of cheerful tone, making people feel like they are in a sunny forest, feeling nature and life. Enjoy the breath of joy, enjoy the joy and warm time.
Mr. Tosaka in the workshop seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano, and Rin casually showed a pleasant smile in conjunction with the nod of the sound of the piano, the work at hand was not distracted by this It seemed to be inspired, but he polished the magic crystal in his hand attentively.
"I like the sound of this piano. If it is my golden theater, I will sacrifice the sword gods to the gods!" Nero waved the original fire of the love sword like a flame. The phoenix generally dances gracefully.
Webber reading a book in the room is also lying in bed and enjoying this warm moment, while the old mage Faroun did not hesitate to take out the recording stone and record the sound of the piano ~ IndoMTL.com ~ to know Faroone was deeply attracted when he heard the elf girl's piano last time. When he brought back a recording stone recording the girl's piano sound back to the tower of the sage, he accidentally let others hear this After Duan Qinsheng, even a well-known artist came to the door to spend a lot of money to seek information about the player from Faroone. Of course, the "curse" Faroone could only regretfully refused the other party's request.
"This is indeed a piano sound that is enough to move the gods. No wonder the ancient **** Yalin will accept the fleeing elves. It is a pity that with such a beautiful piano sound, humans cannot accept its players." Faroun Sighed.
The player of the piano sound is a high-elf girl named Ai Luojieer. In addition to the Holy Capital in the west, in the sphere of influence of the Eastern Holy See, the identity of the Ai Luojieer elf will always suppress many people. Can't resist greed and try to capture her to make her a slave to satisfy her. If the girl falls into the hands of those greedy slave merchants, these beautiful piano sounds will eventually fade like flowers in the storm.
In the Frostwing Hall, Ai Luojieer is ecstatically playing the lyre, the beautiful smile like a goddess is not forced to laugh in front of Yalin for the fate of his compatriots, it is the heart of the hair Real smile! Ai Luojieer was 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) ()