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Chapter 139 War
Music, dance, food...

Countless years of continuous research on artistic skills have made the elves' skills in this area far above the normal human level.

Soon, Liu Wu temporarily forgot about the lack of meetings before, and enjoyed the banquet carefully arranged by the elves, and after the banquet, he even agreed to stay for a while and exchange the cultural differences between the two worlds.

This is the initial test for both parties, to test whether the other party is qualified to cooperate with you, and to test whether the other party's three views are consistent with your own.

Because both parties are extraordinary people, even if they are restrained, the speed of learning and communicating is much faster than the general situation.

Soon, after Professor Liu Wu finished mastering the language, some ancient literature from another world began to become popular among the elves.

All kinds of philosophical speculation, poetry, and even incomplete religious systems are so fresh, causing quite a stir among the elves.

Every day, you can hear some ancient poems recited in the language just learned in the oriole-like tone everywhere.

It was that the elves were trying to figure out how to recite Liu Wu's poems like songs. For this reason, some singing competitions were held in which friendship was first and competition was second.

As for brand-new casual games such as pairs, chess, and go, they are slowly becoming popular.

Of course, Liu Wu did not participate in it, but only assisted in the initial rule setting.

After all, although there is a saying that he has read [-] Tang poems by heart, and he can copy them even if he can't write them, but he decided early on that he should not be a copyist, and he has no interest in taking other people's achievements as his own.

As for relying on their own knowledge to temporarily create some poems and the elves who have been immersed in art for countless years to play normal games?

It can only be said that there are some things that are unexpected or unexpected, and it is not that a little faster thinking speed can cure art idiots.

If it is better to refine martial arts and create a more intuitive, faster, and more powerful cultivation method, Liu Wu is still a little confident, but is it better than reciting poems against the elves who are born to eat this bowl of rice?

There is nothing shameful in admitting reality.

But the good times don't last long, or in other words, in the extraordinary world, when the highest level makes up its mind, the army's operation is much faster than the civilization on the surface.

Soon, the army of millions of undead arrived here through various means—when Liu Wu and Queen Silf were about to explore further cooperation.

Countless jet-black gases continuously emerged from the crystal-like storage tanks carried in, forming a huge layer of dark clouds above the sky, blocking the hot sunlight, and at the same time giving all undead souls and strength bonuses.

The giant meat grinder that transports a large number of freshly baked corpses, the cheapest skeleton soldiers, naked ghouls, gargoyles suspended in mid-air with wings on their backs, rotting zombies with plague halos, most physical attacks Evil spirits who can get a huge amount of immunity, psychics in black robes...

Countless undead walked on the earth, and the land that was originally full of vitality quickly turned into scorched earth representing death and withering, but in front of these countless undead, three terrifying existences blocked all the brilliance.

On the right, the huge black bat wings flapped slowly. The pale but handsome Vampire Prince held a goblet filled with pure blood in his left hand, and a slender rapier in his right hand. Endless waves of blood are moving forward with him.

In the middle, a lich in a black robe holding a white bone staff seems to be moving slowly and fast on the ground. Every time he takes a step, he advances hundreds of meters in an instant, as if he is constantly using teleportation. Huge frost bone dragons circled above the head, and the flames of the soul that danced in the eyes burned peacefully.

But the weirdest thing is the strange creation on the far left.

Four huge sharp claws extend out from the huge dinosaur-like body. Two pitch-black and long and narrow claws are located above, while the pure bone claws and red insect claws are juxtaposed below.

And behind this huge body there are also four wings, one pair is as huge as a legendary angel's white wings, and the other pair is huge yellow bat wings, with two thick wolf legs stepping on the ground, leaving behind every step. Two huge footprints, a thick tail slapped slowly on the ground, and orange hair was wrapped under the one-horned helmet.

This is what Kersu Boyle thinks is the best creation, the ultimate that surpasses everything created in the past.

The lich, who trampled on life and death, believes that there is nothing in this world that cannot be interfered with, and that all life in reality can be defined by simple and rude failure, so he tries to create a brand new one with the most basic power of life, Something that is enough to surpass all living beings in the past.

Formed from the fusion of different flesh and blood, it is the source of inspiration for the monster that hates everything in the world that hates creatures, but it has been strengthened a few steps closer.

Cut off the wings of angels and flying dragons, relying on the bodies of tyrannosaurs and giant wolves, no need to think about loading, only the simplest and purest head of fighting instinct remains, and cooperates with the claws of merciless demons and zombies, so Under the most simple and crude splicing, a brand new undead was born from a miracle.

The monsters purely accumulated from all kinds of ominous things opened their irrational eyes in the world, and the instinct of fighting occupied all thinking, and all life was its eternal enemy.

No matter good or evil, no matter weak or decisive, they will equally destroy everything in front of them, like a natural disaster, like the end of the world.

The army was approaching, staying at the edge of the elf forest, without the order of the lich, feeling the breath of life that he hated the most, four red rays of light shot out from the four giant claws, plowing the ground for a hundred meters in an instant, And everything it touched, whether it was the huge silver ancient tree, the guardian elves who opened the shield, or the land full of vitality, was split apart, completely losing all vitality and vitality.

And after obtaining such a result, the monster who hates everything in the world, including himself among the objects of hatred, ran forward, and the deep curse of the undead on the sky also accompanied it, vowing to give everything in front of him to the equal. destroy.

At this time, the lich, who was looking at his 'creation' with satisfaction, opened his mouth slowly, and his hoarse voice echoed in the air at the speed of sound: "Attack the border, destroy General Moritz, today's elves The family will definitely pay a sufficient price for this."

(End of this chapter)