The Rise of the Cemetery

Pero, the lord of brilliance, Carigos, the lord of war, and Sulfuras, the **** of prophecy ... all the glorious names, but eventually disappeared and disappeared. In the long river of history, it was replaced by the **** of morning light Luo Shanda, the **** of justice Tyr, the **** of war Tampas.

They were either the gods of a powerful deity, or later came to occupy the broken priesthood left behind by the powerful deity, and then jumped into a new deity.

The twists and turns, which inevitably filled up calculations, conspiracies and betrayal.

Many scholars who have delved into history have asserted that the fall of the Great Lord of Glory is absolutely indispensable to the deity of Luoshanda, who was only his **** at the time. Luoshanda was originally only the **** of dawn, after absorbing some of the priesthood left behind by the Lord of Glory, it became the **** of the morning light now, and also became the head of the three most powerful churches in Klein.

Today, the Temple of Justice, which deals with young mages, is an ancient church handed down from ancient times. The **** of justice Tyr is also the only ancient **** in the three churches.

For this ancient church that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, Li Xun has always held some kind of admiration.

"People, spirits, ghosts and spirits", a **** who has survived for tens of thousands of years, can't be overemphasized anyway.

Looking at the scene of generosity and tragedy that took place on Half Moon Island, the young mage couldn't help but sigh for the smallness and greatness of mankind. A person may be small and can easily be obliterated by a strong presence, but he is also great. Because he can influence a large number of people with his own behavior, bring together the same small people, and render the glory of humanity with a kind of sad and sad.

Time passed slowly in Li Xun's leisurely contemplation, and the distant sky finally showed a glimmer of light.

The dawn is coming!

Although it was only a dim light, the battlefield that was completely mixed together was like a peerless warrior, and a sword split the dark battlefield. Let the warring parties pause for a moment, and then re-enter the life-and-death fight.

Kill ... Kill ... Kill ...

Endless killings, endless enemies.

The arm was so numb that there was no feeling. It was just mechanical blocking, slashing, and ramming. The undead in front of him changed from batch to batch, and it seemed that there would never be an end. The body was spattered with smelly and filthy viscous black blood, which had solidified and hardened into a thick scab, with every vigorous movement it would plummet until a new layer of plasma was stuck again.

The glory of the body was long gone, and even the chainmail armor elaborately crafted by the church had been broken. Most of the wounds were covered with the body, and it was impossible to find out one by one. Most of these wounds are black and black, and the corpse and poison attached to them make their bodies no longer able to turn and move like before. But this still couldn't stop the weapon in their hard hands from waving to the **** undead.

The blade of the long sword has been curled and collapsed, and it can no longer cut the tough skin of the zombie and the licking eater, then it will be swept as an iron bar. The heavy mace was covered with greasy black blood, waved straight and slipped, and pulled the cloth strip from his body to tie it firmly with his big hand.

Without the sense of justice to eradicate treacherous evil, without the idea of ​​honoring the extermination of the undead, only the endless killing remained in their hearts. After killing the enemy, they will survive. Even if they are about to die in the next moment, they will have to throw their arms at the enemy in front of them at this moment.

They would rather die in battle than become ugly guys as muddy as those zombies!

Time seems to have solidified at this moment, leaving only a terrible sound in this world that people just want to hide.

Although the time passes slowly, but the time will come.

When the first rays of morning light pierce the thick clouds, pierce the hazy sea fog, and project a trace of your own warmth into this ugly world, everything is over.

The undead finally retreated!

When the warm sun shone over the crescent of the crescent moon, the last staggering figure had just disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

The human camp where the corpses are everywhere is like a forgotten land solidified in amber. Even if the war has passed, we can't see half of the popularity, nor can we find half of the living people.

From a height, the dead bodies of undead creatures are particularly densely stacked in several places. One is the camp area that is blocking the entrance of the camp, where the corpses layer by layer, almost become a disgusting corpse mountain. The other is located in the tent in the center of the camp. There, there was a ring of corpse walls densely looped, most of them were zombies, lickers, and occasionally some humans could be seen.

However, the area where each human remains is a small battlefield. All kinds of dead and miserable undead creatures falling down around them together constitute a still picture that is dazzling.

Among the fallen humans, there are mercenaries, church knights, and priests in soft robes, but the most impressive are the high-level knights and clergy. They were almost overwhelmed by the dead bodies, and the fallen dead bodies were especially ugly and fierce.

But all this has become a thing of the past.

No matter how fierce and ugly the undead, once the head was smashed and the soul fire was dispelled, it can only be turned into a rotten remains of ignorance and ignorance.

Probably the only thing a bit angry in the entire human camp is the Great Priest Hyman sitting quietly in front of the tent.

The once beautiful and magnificent robes of the priests have been infiltrated by the thick blood crust, and the original color cannot be seen clearly. For the ground powder. The Code of Justice held in his arms was also contaminated with a large amount of stains, and the places with copper edges in the corners were still dried up by lickers **.

Grand Priest Hyman sat quietly on the rattan wooden chair, ricketing his body, his head drooping, even if the warm sunlight shone on him, there was no slight movement.

A violent dry cough suddenly sounded in this desolate field, breaking the dead silence just now.

There was a slight creep in the piles of corpses, and as the high piles of corpses continued to roll down, they struggled to climb out of a blood man who could not see the age and the occupation.

When he stumbled out of the corpse, he stood up in the field and tried to straighten his body, looking around the whole room with only the messy and strange corpses.

"It's done! Lord Hayman, it's already ..."

Two white-haired scholars cast aside the tent door and screamed excitedly out of the tent. But before they told everyone the good news, they were completely shocked by the sad and tragic scene in front of them.

The Bowen priest, who had been completely smothered by the smelly, filthy blood stains, dragged his tired and sour body to the front of the Haiman priest. After careful inspection, it was possible to confirm that the Heiman priest had returned to the kingdom of soul.

Grand Priest Hyman died of severe depletion of power. At the last moment of the battle, if it wasn't for the Haiman priest desperately squeezing the magical power in his body, several large-scale blessing auras and protection against evil broke out, and only the remaining exhausted priests and knights could not sustain To the last moment.

"Master Bowen, the space beacon has been completed. You see ..." the two scholars hesitated.

"Activate immediately. The undead just retreat temporarily, and they must complete the teleportation before they rush again!" The Bowen priest glanced across the audience with a dull expression, orderly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, as a large space ripple continued to turbulent, a dazzling transmission light flashed inside the small tent.

A tent door, a large and generous figure walked out of the tent with a firm and strong step, followed by a tan man with short tan hair, a simple and tough face, and a tall and strong cloth robe .

Despite the early psychological preparations, Archbishop Van Cleese still lost his mind when the tragic scene outside the tent came into view. In his vast sense of vast spiritual power, the fire of life that a large camp can detect is only very few.

"There ... there ... and there!"

As Archbishop Van Kryss pointed several times, the several knights who followed him quickly rushed out, and quickly picked out three survivors with a breath of life from the messy piles of corpses. , Two priests and an intermediate knight.

A series of skilled divine tricks of the Bishop Masters who came with the team were lost in the body of the three, and they quickly stabilized their injuries. Even the dying weak breath was a bit thick.

In addition to Archbishop Van Kreis, there are two bishops, two knights, and four high-level knights. Such a huge lineup, as long as it does not encounter legendary characters, can completely crush all evil.

Therefore, the team did not stay in the camp. Leaving a high-level knight in charge of taking care of the wounded in the field, the body of the deceased was taken care of, and the rest of the body straightened up, following the heavy breath of undead, heading straight to the center of Half Moon Island.

Since the early advance team paid such a huge price, these casualties can only be recovered from the enemy.

A quarter of an hour later, a group of 8 people had reached the edge of the magical enchantment.

The same illusion enchantment can conceal a mid-level knight, but it cannot conceal an archbishop of the same rank up to level 20. Looking at the illusion enchantment with evil red mansions in front of his eyes, an unknown anger surged into Van Kris.

Just a spear of light transformed by the most simple divine power easily broke the illusion enchantment with only cover effect. As a result, a corpse-ridden castle of undead appeared in front of everyone again.

It is slightly different from the castle of the undead seen through the alchemy props last time, the castle of the undead at this moment is worthy of its name.

Groups of rotten zombies filled the dark swamp, and together with the massive skeleton soldiers, they floated in the foul mud, showing only the ugly twisted head and the dense black arms like the jungle, waiting for the enemy to enter. Into their territory.

In the distance, countless ghosts and grievances hovered over the castle of the undead in the distance, sending out a roaring groan. Their shapes are already illusory, and then they are shuttled under the dark and dark clouds, it is difficult for ordinary people to escape their dive and sneak attack.

On the low wall of the Undead Castle, there are a large group of vampires and corpses entrenched. Seeing how they look is to defend against the city.

But these are not the main concerns of Archbishop Van Kreis. After the last war against the undead, I witnessed a wave of millions or even tens of millions of undead, and this little slap in front of him can no longer shake his soul.

At this moment, what he really cared about was the evil breath in the castle of the undead.