Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 897: Civil War

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Located in the ice castle south of the main plane of the undead, in the long and wide main street, a team of death knights rides death horses through the tall and solemn palace. They are fully armed, and their eyes are calm and deep. Even the war horses put on a thick battle armor, and they could feel the heavy killing intent emanating from them from far away.

The undead warriors, necromancers, witch doctors, etc. followed closely. The heavy meat grinder wheels ran past the central main street, followed by flesh-like loathing, and the Tokachi stone statue continued Exuding a mysterious light, the huge shadow that flashed from time to time in the sky was the stalwart body of the frost dragon. From the desolate horn, the entire Icecrown Castle was filled with an atmosphere of war approaching.

The two sides of the road were crowded with undead watching lively. While watching the grand military parade, they pointed at the steel-like natural disaster army.

"His Majesty the Emperor God is going to expedition again. It seems that the last war has just passed, right? Are you going to conquer the Plague Legion again?" said an undead.

"It seems that this time it was not the Plague Legion, but the Forgotten City of Hokan Zone..." another undead said.

"The Forgotten City? Isn't that occupied by the orcs? We are going to war with the orcs? Oh my God, our Divine Emperor's rickets have finally been cured...it's incredible." A dead spirit exclaimed.

"Where? The orcs in the Forgotten City were driven away by some forces. They are said to be undead. They call themselves the Scourge... The leader also calls himself the Lich King. In the final analysis, this time, the undead will fight the undead... "Another undead citizen thought for a while and said.

"Yeah, every time... Our Divine Emperor is too powerful. He can't defeat angels, orcs, demons, abyss, and no power from any side. Only the undead will vent their anger...I think if the Forgotten City is still under the control of the orcs, ten courage Fismak will not dare to fight..."

The face of the other undead was full of mockery, and he had long been dissatisfied with the regime of the **** of natural disasters, Fismak.

"Yes, yes, the same is true of the Plague Legion. Every time I said that I won the battle, but every time I escaped desperately, losing countless Sombra coins but in vain... Such a leader is really incompetent... …" The undead's words were quickly answered.

"It is said that there have been several times when the legions of Hell and the Abyss have jointly forced them back. We have not yet started the fight after receiving the declaration of war. Our dear God Emperor is so scared that his heels are soft...withdrawing quickly...withdrawing. Later, he had to write an apology, the face of the undead was lost by him..." Another undead agreed.

"Yeah...yes...our undead have become the weakest existence on the main plane. Anyone can bully, even the evil alliance looks down on us..."

"Seriously, I really want to see Lord Saruman, the dreadlord of the Plague Legion, led an army to fight back and hang the faint and incompetent king..." At this time, an undead citizen was indignant. Said.

"Shhh--"

Just as the people were discussing happily, an older undead stopped them. He looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice, "You guys don't want to die? Speak more carefully, there are a lot of people around you. People are staring, if it reaches His Majesty Fismak’s ears, hehe...I don’t think you can keep your ten heads..."

When everyone heard it, there was a look of fear in their eyes. They fell silent for a moment. Everyone quietly watched the military parade that had been seen for an unknown number of times. After a while, an undead suddenly yelled. "Look... Your Majesty the Emperor has come out..."

At this time, the tall palace soldiers appeared, and a rickety figure appeared. He was covered in white hair, dressed in a black robe, and a thin figure wearing a pure gold crown. This is the God of Natural Disasters— -Fismak, the supreme leader of the Scourge, saw him walking over and appearing in the grand pavilion ceremony.

"It's time for us to cheer..."

An undead smiled bitterly and said that the only role they could play in the boring military parade was this.

"Long live His Majesty..."

"Long live..."

Fismak stood on a high platform, his face blank, his eyes staring down blankly. The excessive wine color had hollowed out his body. He waved his arms weakly, responding to the tens of thousands of undead subjects below. The voice of —— Although he didn't know how many voices of his subjects below were from the heart, he didn't care.

Fismak cares about his power, and he cares about the identity of the heir to the Scourge. When he heard of another heir to the Scourge, he undoubtedly stirred his sensitive nerves.

Tito, the commander-in-chief of the Scourge, is standing next to the Scourge God Emperor Fismak. He is wearing a military uniform and fully armed. The medal on his shoulder is engraved with the emblem of a skull. The not-tall figure is straight and full of expression. With majesty, it was in stark contrast with the God Emperor Fismak, who was always unable to lift the energy beside him.

"Don't you think about it anymore? My dear Commander-in-Chief... Does a Scourge Scepter make you feel so important?" The Emperor Fesmail waved his hands to the undead subjects cheering below, He said to Tito without looking back, "As long as your head, all the honor is yours!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I think I have made it very clear, I will not do anything to the owner of the Scepter of Scourge..." Tito shook his head and said calmly and firmly.

"Then you know, for me... it's a betrayal... I will put you to death..."

Fismak squinted his eyes and turned back abruptly, his gloomy gaze fixed on Tito, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Even if you are the person I trust most, I have to Do this..."

"This is your right... Honorable Majesty the Emperor..." Tito's face was always calm, without a trace of fear. "But before that, please allow me to go home and say goodbye to my family..."

Fismak stared at Tito for a long time, and then slowly withdrew his gaze. He is a sensitive and suspicious person. Even the most trusted Tito would not allow him to enter within ten steps of his side, Tito I can stand side by side with him because he has surrendered his godhead. At this moment, he has no power, just like an ordinary undead. No, it should be said that even an ordinary undead is not as good as an undead servant. The monk is also stronger than him.

Once he surrendered the Godhead, he would no longer have any power, and his lifespan, because of the loss of power, became like an ordinary undead.

Fismer knew that it was useless to threaten Tito with death. Since he had surrendered the godhead, he would no longer be a god, and was destined to end in death. What Fismak valued was Tito in the legion. Prestige in.

"Boom... boom..."

At this moment, there was a huge boom in the main street of the Icecrown Castle. The heavily armed death knight was surrounded by a delicate figure, walking quickly, with heavy iron hoofs stepping on the ground neatly. There was a slight vibration throughout the street.

At this time, the cheers of the dead subjects reached a climax.

"Adele...Adele..."

At this moment, Adele is walking slowly on a death horse, not walking fast, but every step is firm and powerful. The aura on her body is completely different from that at the time. As soon as she appeared, the powerful aura suddenly became like Coming like mountains and seas, everyone present felt breathless.

Adele inherited Tito's godhead, and she is already a **** at this moment.

"Adele...Adele..."

Adele did not respond to the cheers of the people, she walked slowly with a cold expression, the powerful death power spread out, and some voices came into her ears slightly.

"Adele, who is this guy?"

"I don't know, the soldiers called us so..."

"I only know that she is a student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge, and Tito is her mentor!"

"Oh my God, His Majesty is crazy? Let a young undead student be the commander-in-chief, and replaced Lord Tito?"

"It is said that Lord Tito personally recommended..."

"This is too ridiculous!"

Hearing these words, Adele had to smile a little bitterly. Those people were right. Before today, she was just a student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge and the head of one of the 13th Death Knights. , This is the extraordinary promotion of Tito teacher, not to mention the ordinary subjects, even in the army on the expedition, there are many generals who do not know who she is.

All these are arranged by the tutor...

Silently sensing the power of the godhead from the depths of the soul, Adele couldn't be happy anyway, because she knew that the teacher let her inherit the godhead, but the price was his life.

Adele knew some rumors of discord between His Majesty Fismak and Mentor Tito, so before accepting this task, Adele repeatedly asked Fismak to ensure the safety of Mentor Tito— —At least in his limited life.

His Majesty the Emperor agreed, and Adele appeared on the square of the pavilion ceremony as the commander-in-chief.

Fismak was full of murderous intent, but he didn't. His promise to Adele included this. This female death knight with a godhead is much more difficult than Tito who has been loyal to him all his life. Smy didn't know what Tito meant, but he was confident that he would turn an ordinary student of the Scourge Royal Military Academy into a new Tito.

More powerful and loyal than Tito.

Adele walked to the center of the parade square, jumped off the horse, took off his helmet, and had long hair flying in the wind.

At this time, the entire parade square was quiet, and countless lights were staring at the tall figure in the center of the square.

Adele took a step forward with a sacred and solemn expression. She knelt down on one knee to the Scourge God Emperor on the high platform, and her low voice spread far away through the power of death.

"I... Death Knight Adele, swear in the name of a knight, I am loyal to my life-long esteemed Scourge God, His Majesty Fismak, and abide by my heart. I have no regrets in my life! If you break this oath, I wish it in my hands. The long sword abandons my soul and exiles forever into depravity..."

"I accept your allegiance...His Royal Highness Adele, I hope you can achieve a brilliant victory in this battle..." God Emperor Fesmai said slowly.

At this time, Adele raised her head, her gaze slowly swept across God Emperor Fismak, and fixed on the Tito Teacher beside him. She took a deep breath and raised her voice.

"Long live His Majesty..."

"Long live His Majesty..."

In an instant, all the undead were infected by Adele's enthusiasm, cheering spontaneously, and the voice swept the entire Icecrown Castle like a wave.

"Do you think Adele's ability is up to it?" Fismar greeted his subjects with a hypocritical smile and gently waving his arms, and said to Tito.

"I don't doubt her strength and loyalty, but I doubt her ability. If it were not for your full recommendation, I would never consider her, she is too young..."

"Adele is a military genius, there is no doubt about it..." When Tito looked at Adele, his face showed a knowing smile, "It's just that her qualifications are too low, and I am worried that she will not be able to convince her. Everyone, but I believe...she can solve this problem..."

Fismak didn't speak, his eyes looked down, the look on his face uncertain.

Adele rode on the death horse. At this moment, her eyes were no longer confused, no more hesitation, she saw the horse halt suddenly.

"Go..."

The army of millions of undead smashed through the gates of the Icecrown Castle and went straight to the north. A civil war between the undead began slowly, and the shadow of the civil war once again enveloped the entire undead master. Above the plane, whether it is winning or winning, this is not a happy thing for the undead...