Heroes of Might and Magic: Lord of the Dead

Around the Ghost Dragon King, there are hundreds of angels of death guarding them. All the angels of death are scattered, guarding Lin Jin in all directions, and guarding him without a single gap.

On the back of the Ghost Dragon King, Lin Jin's figure finally entered everyone's eyes...

Death.……

Chapter 3? The war broke out! (5/[-])

"Dwarves, the only target of the undead is the Holy Empire. If you withdraw from the battlefield now, I can forgive the past!"

Lin Jin looked down at the vast army in front of him and said in a flat tone.

This tall figure looks down on the world.

At this time, not only the Stag Duchy and the dwarves, but also a large number of players were looking up at Lin Jin.

Most of the people looked at Lin Jin and were very emotional.

They are all players, they are still following the Bucks Principality and the dwarves, but Lin Jin has gathered a large army, intimidating the Bucks Principality, and can still maintain this aloof attitude.

It's so different from them.

However, the president of the Warhammer Guild hammered the sky, but he just looked at Lin Jin with disdain.

"Haha, I really thought I was awesome, that's because I didn't meet the dwarves. You have no idea how powerful the dwarves are!"

Hammering the sky muttered.

It was the Warhammer Guild who provoked the war between the Dwarves and the Stag Duchy. As the initiator of the event, it can be said that they made a lot of money.

And after the Holy Empire compromised with the dwarves, he "seven three seven"

Also get a lot of benefits.

He has been among the dwarves for so long, and he has also seen the background of the dwarves. In his opinion, the war potential of the dwarves is very huge.

Because of this, he didn't think Lin Jin could win.

A Holy Empire is outrageous enough, how dare you... provoke a dwarf clan to think that you are invincible.

"Hey, undead, don't speak so loudly, the dwarves have nothing to fear, you... filthy undead, get out of the Stag Duchy!"

Ulfstein, the king of the dwarves, looked up at the sky, and his voice was full of air.

This represents the will of the dwarves.

"It seems that you dwarves are really seeking their own death."

Lin Jin showed a hint of sarcasm.

The king of the dwarves now does not mention the matter of the undead commanding the temple to attack the dwarves, nor does he confront them.

From this point alone, he completely understood what the dwarves were saying.

In fact, for... the dwarves, perhaps it is not important whether Lin Jin did it or not.

Dwarves also hate the undead! If that's the case, then Lin Jin doesn't have to hesitate.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with killing one! "Eternal Night King, you really think that you are invincible, but with such a small number of troops, do you really think that you can defeat the powerful dwarves!"

"Today the dwarves will let you know what is invincible!"

Just as the dwarf king's voice fell, he finally couldn't hold it any longer and shouted loudly.

This gives you a little face, and you're really out of breath.

Seeing that Lin Jin was so arrogant, he also wanted to make some sense of existence.

Lin Jin swept his gaze, his eyes staring at the hammer blasting the sky, but he didn't say anything.

Hammering the sky is not qualified to let Lin Jin respond to his words.

Lin Jin's non-response made Hammer Blast the Sky very proud. He felt that he was... the most dazzling existence on the entire battlefield, and countless people were watching him.

Just when he turned to look at the nobles of the Holy Empire and the rest of the dwarven heroes, he found that no one was paying attention to him.

Their gazes were all solemnly looking at the northeast.

Hammering the sky can't help but look into the distance.

However, in the distance, a black cloud was spreading towards here.

In the next moment, the azure blue of the Frost Bone Dragon crossed the sky, getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the sky above the battlefield.

"Roar!"

The Frost Bone Dragon let out a roar, its withered wings spread out, and its hoarse voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The Lich King Arthas on his back was also imprinted in everyone's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, in the sky, there were a large number of whistling and flying over, and then there were ghosts and resentful souls in the sky.

And the entire north and even the northeast, the sea of ​​undead are all running wildly, rushing towards here quickly.

They are like a surging torrent, and they are like endless dense ants, which are daunting.

The skeleton soldiers are all crowded together, and all the skeleton soldiers have some broken clothes, among which the skeleton soldiers are of different ranks:, in addition to... 12 ranks, you can also see 34 skeleton soldiers.

Behind the skeleton soldiers, there are continuous plague zombies, these zombies are also different, and their ranks are different.