Outside of Wharton, somewhere in a half-plane.This is a half-plane that is not too large, with a radius of only tens of kilometers, and at a glance it is full of plain landforms, without any ups and downs.The land here is paved with bones, and there is not the slightest life; The sky was forever shrouded in dark clouds, as low as if they were about to be pressed down.The only building here is in the center of the half-plane, an eerie castle filled with skeletal warriors, zombie guards, and wraiths.Originally, they were all performing their duties, patrolling and patrolling, and cleaning and cleaning, but at this time, they were all lying on the ground and shivering.A terrible coercion permeated the center of the castle, and the restless dark elemental seemed to be driven by some force to tremble constantly, and the entire castle trembled with the wrath of its owner.In the huge teleportation array, the Lich Victor had been standing motionless since he returned, not scolding or roaring, he just stood quietly, like a sculpture.Only the soul fire in that eye socket flickered violently, and a single breath could change hundreds of times.Anyone who knows the Lich knows that the soul fire is everything to the Lich, a high condensation of the soul, will, and magic power, in other words, the fluctuation frequency of the soul fire, which reveals their mood fluctuations on the side.Victor the Lich was never a good man, he was once a powerful king who roamed an era, completed the trial of the Lich God at the end of his life, and gained a long life after becoming a Lich.Then, with the help of the power of the Lich God, he found this half-plane, and after hundreds of years of operation and accumulation, he has the current situation.It can be said that since that day, he has been standing at the top of the power of this plane, even as a guardian of the realm, a legendary powerhouse with a background and background in front of him, he has to bow his head by half a head.Without him, as a lich, he is difficult to kill, and he has a half-dimensional base, which can pull out an army of undead at any time, if he really upsets him, even if it is a kingdom guarded by a true god, he dares to make a wave of hard steel.He stood in place, seemingly unmoving, but in fact he was already thinking and planning.As a lich, his feelings are inevitably a little dull after a long time, but it doesn't mean that there is none, this time, after suffering such a big loss, he didn't think about it.If King Khakassy was still there, he naturally didn't want to provoke him, but at this time, Kelmar coincided with this era, and he couldn't say anything if he didn't find the field.At this moment, what he is thinking and planning is how to guide the situation?
How to lobby the Quartet?
How do you leverage the big picture?
This time, he lost face, but he had to get it back.He had to let this arrogant little creature know what kind of existence he had provoked?
This was what Victor the Lich had in mind, but it only lasted for a moment, and as if he felt something, he suddenly looked up.At this moment, he looked at the sky, and the skeleton's face clearly expressed an expression of disbelief.At this moment, the extremely low black cloud was pierced, and an even darker javelin shot directly out of it, like a meteor falling to the ground.It's fast, it's really fast!
The lich had just had this thought, and the javelin had already fallen to the ground!
Maybe Amon didn't take aim, although the javelin smashed into the castle, and even aimed at the teleportation array here, it was still some distance from the lich's position.But perhaps unfortunately, the skull dragon was actually right under the javelin, and it was also the head where the soul fire was.Barely resisting, the skull dragon was pierced, and then the whole earth trembled, and even the ancient castle sank several meters.The rising shock wave and smoke rattled the lich's robes, but Victor stubbornly clubbed the ground with his staff, standing still.It wasn't until the aftermath had dissipated that he turned the rusty skeleton to look at the spot.He saw the shattered bone dragon, and the soul fire was completely extinguished.He also saw that the large teleportation circle that he had spent countless efforts and spent an unknown amount of precious materials to create and could directly deliver on the Wharton plane had cracked piece by piece.He also saw that the dark javelin, which had been halfway into the ground and had turned red from friction, was still trembling.At this moment, he shivered fiercely!
He is a lich, and his biggest reliance is actually the life box, as long as there is a life box, it is a big deal to be reborn after death.He even has a half-plane as a base, as long as he hides here, even if he is as strong as an epic powerhouse, it is impossible to find him outside the vast plane barrier, and in the end he can only stare dryly.But now, everything is different!
He, he actually found the location of the half-plane?
How is this possible?!
This, this is the application of the rules of space, but he, how did he do it?
How is it possible for a new legend to do this?
In an instant, Victor understood that this was a threat and a warning.All his previous anger, resentment, and even desire for revenge had vanished like snow in the sun.Since he can do this, he will be able to find this half of the plane, and he will be able to find the life box, and even kill me in the real sense!
That was the last thought on the lich Victor's mind.As a newly developed Ming, the Wharton plane has accumulated too short time on the way to transcendence in this era, whether it is a melee profession or a spellcaster, there are obvious shortcomings and deficiencies, and the entire transcendent system is not complete, especially the path to advanced legends is more ambiguous.This is a fact, and there is no need to shy away from it!
But from another point of view, this also leads to the fact that even those true god realms, or aristocratic families that have been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, their heirs may be able to have some advantages in the early stage, but there is still no guarantee that there will be legendary powerhouses in every generation.On the contrary, among those slave warriors who were born recklessly or had a low status, there are people who can find their way through countless adventures and battles, and then embark on the road of legend, or even break through and advance to the legendary powerhouse.This may be an alternative balance, and the two are about five or five points.Santos is such a legendary powerhouse, his parents are serfs, from the day he was born, he was destined to be a serf, he was not well fed and clothed, and if he was not careful, he would be whipped by his master, and he could only face the loess with his back to the sky for the rest of his life.But a war between nobles changed his fate, and perhaps it was really just a small quarrel between nobles, but he and his companions were dragged out, and weapons were issued, and they were asked to fight for their lives against another group of serfs.It was the first time he had killed someone, and after the knife stabbed into a person's stomach, the blood rushed out without money, staining his face red, and completely stimulating his ferocity.From then on, Santos was no longer the Santos he once was, and he found an opportunity to escape from the noble realm and become a fugitive slave.He once fought the Shiba Dogs in the wilderness, just to keep warm with a hide; He also fought for a vulture for a piece of carrion; He had counted several copper coins and killed his kind; He also joined a mercenary group for life and equipment.In this way, he continued to wander on the edge of life and death, and also honed his physique and combat skills, climbed step by step, and actually crossed that incredible boundary one day and achieved a legend.At this point, as long as he is willing to offer loyalty, any kingdom will give him enough courtesy, wealth and beauty will be at his disposal, but the experience of the past has made him no longer trust these nobles and rulers.As a result, he became a wandering legend, killing monsters and selling monster leather, organs and crystal nuclei for a living, until now, he is a well-known lone ranger in the mercenary world, nicknamed, the king of people!
He was in Ordian City when the news of the fall of the Forest of Forests came, and after thinking about it for a while, he decided to try his luck there.As a strong man who has grown up at the bottom, he naturally doesn't care about any rules and morals, and in his opinion, as long as he gets some benefits, it will be in vain.With his perennial experience in killing demonic beasts in the deep mountains, forests, and wastelands, he has extremely strong means of concealment and exploration.He watched the union of the three legends led by Victor the Dead, and watched the legions gather and break through the walls of the elven camp, and even watched this group of people surround the elven mage tower.Originally, he thought that this war was over, and there was no suspense.He was also ready to make a move, snatching some benefits, not to mention the rest, as long as he walked through the treasure house of the Elven Mage Tower, it would be a great gain.But before he could set off, changes followed.He saw a javelin that nearly killed the dead Victor.He saw the murderous Gumeng legion rushing out and wrapping the invaders in dumplings, and the situation was reversed in an instant.He even saw the strong strangulation of the Gumeng Legion, which did not give the invaders a chance at all, and swallowed it directly, not even wanting to spit out a bone.And three legends, one of them even fell directly.However, he thought that this was the end of the war, but it was only the beginning.This group of ancient Mongolian people actually drove the legion to the border of the forest forest, and the new king of Kelmar City, the arrogant young man, threw the javelin again.It wasn't until this time that he knew that this place had already been targeted by the devil's army.This alone made Santos break out in a cold sweat, and of course, what made him even more stunned was that the arrogant man in the back actually sent an invitation to the devil's eye of hell?
When the words of dare to come to battle resounded under the sky, Santos's hairs couldn't help but stand up."
Crazy, crazy, Gumeng people are all crazy!""
There was a king of Khakass, and another king of Amun, who actually dared to face the devil's army to invite him to fight, and they were all a group of people who didn't want to die.""
But why do I actually feel like my blood is boiling!""
If this really starts, am I going to shoot?
Or do you want to make a shot?
Or do you want to make a move?
”Before he knew it, Santos was already holding the knife in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be dyed blood-red, staring at the deep forest.In fact, although the three legends led by the Crown of the Dead Victor and his legions are the main force invading the elven camp, there are still many peepers outside of this, some of them are ready to fish in troubled waters, and some are simply listening for news.At this time, this place can also be regarded as the focus of many forces in the entire Wharton, even if they are not able to intervene, they will send some shadows over to see the situation as much as possible.After all, this Silver Moon Elf clan is a powerful race left over from the last era, and this is said to be destroyed, and it also involves the devil army of hell, so they can't help but care.Of course, what they didn't expect was that at this moment, they actually saw the Gumeng Legion once again harden the Devil Legion.Kelma, who lost King Khakass, ushered in a new king who is still strong, and what is even more unacceptable is that this new king seems to be very strong!
Of course, the other big war they were waiting for still didn't start after all.In the sky, the Hellfire Eye was clearly furious, and the blazing flames even ignited the dark clouds in the sky for a moment, but he finally chose to retreat.The bursting demonic fire converged, and then dragged and flew again into the depths of the forest, and gradually disappeared.On the ground, the Devil Legion that confronted the Gumeng Legion was also rapidly retreating, and the sound of rustling friction was getting farther and farther away.The nine-story Bato Hell, the Devil's Army, actually retreated!
Well, although I don't know what the reason is, but the Devil's Legion really retreated, and this alone doesn't know how many people's jaws have dropped?
In other words, this is the devil's army of hell, don't you want to lose face?
was provoked so much, you didn't even show it, you didn't even let go of a mouth cannon, and just ran away?
Don't you want to be qualified?
Not to mention the peepers around them, even the Gumeng Legion that had already prepared was a little confused.However, a moment later, some of the ancient Mongolian warriors reacted, although they did not fight the devil legion, but the momentum of the legion reached its peak at this moment.When the first Gumeng warrior tapped his weapon and shouted out King Amun, only this one voice echoed under the sky."
King Amun!
King Amun!
King Amun!
”Inside the mage tower, hundreds of elven spellcasters gathered together, and they also saw this scene outside through a huge projector, they saw the escape of the devil legion, and they also heard the shouts of countless warriors.When the first elven spellcaster could not hold himself and shouted out King Amon with his fist, the eyes of countless elves converged on him.His expression froze, and he couldn't help lowering his head, but immediately after, there were shouts one after another, shouting and shouting, and I saw that the elven spellcaster began to weep, roar, and cry silently.The voices grew louder and more neat, and merged into the outside world, no longer distinguishing from each other.On the top floor of the Mage Tower, Queen Parric was standing on the terrace, she raised her head slightly, looking at the figure in the sky, a little distracted.After a long time, she whispered, "Hamkas, did you see that?"
Our son has also stood on his feet. ”As the center of the cheers, Amon seemed very calm, after all, there were too many times, and he had begun to adapt to this atmosphere.Of course, at this time, he couldn't help but pout when he looked at the forests in the distance and at the retreating devil army!
Well, he's here to invite a fight, but he's really invited!
He was ready for a big fight, but he didn't expect this group of guys to run away.Sure enough, the Devil Legion and the Demon Legion are different, if it is the Demon Legion, under such a provocation, even if there is a demigod Demon Lord suppressing it, it will have to fight.However, in this case, it is more vigilant.