The Rise of the Cemetery

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War and Peace? Young Undead Messenger, what have you brought us today?

It was obviously an old lich who had spent a long time. His ragged magic robe was arbitrarily draped on the boneless body with no trace of flesh, and it looked like a skeleton skeleton mage or skeleton mage.

But only a caring person like Li Xun who has multiple magic visions at the same time can see that the strong magical fluorescence of this lich has reached the point of dazzling. Not to mention anything else, its tattered magic robe alone has a colorful fluorescence that is not inferior to that of legendary equipment, at least a top-level magic equipment.

"Dear Lord Lich, of course we are here for peace!" Li Xun took out his own ability to make a big flicker, and said with a letter: "Speaking of it, we are all aliens who have got rid of the **** of life and death, broad and profound magic knowledge and Excellent casting skills are the core of our pursuit. The killing and killing of these ordinary worlds will only delay our precious time. I do n’t know if the master thinks it is right? "

The old Lich's hollow eyes were filled with two crystal clear magic gems, and its real soul fire was hidden behind the gems, not to be seen. Maybe he didn't want to regenerate the waves, maybe he wasn't sure to win an enemy leader protected by the legendary skeleton swordsman. The old lich paused for a moment and even answered Li Xun's question infrequently.

"Since you are also on the dark road, you must have experienced a lot of squeeze and suppression from the secular side, and even many times it will be brutally oppressed and strangled by all parties." The spirit of the old lich was empty and dry. , Which is full of the coldness and the silence after seeing through the world: "As a caster, why should a unique line of undead be treated like this? Since you are also a undead caster, why not fight for your own kind better environment of?"

At first glance, Li Xun's young and energetic face did not suffer too much suffering, and the old lich hasn't had emotions such as remorse, regret, and anger in the spiritual world that has been milling for thousands of years. The reason for saying this kind of words with nostalgia and hope is purely the cold and ruthless utilitarian instinct in the source of the lich.

In any plane, the undead creatures represented by the lich are marginal races that are deeply excluded by the mainstream group. So as long as it can inspire even a little sympathy and understanding in the mind of the young mage, it will be of great benefit to the life and death of the Undead Council.

Although the Necromancer Council is in power by five legendary liches, it is only these holy-order liches and necromancers who truly regard it as their home.

The legendary lich is all mature and excellent, and as long as he hides in his private half plane, there is no enemy who dares to come to the door to ask for trouble. Coupled with the fact that the legendary liches are selfish and ruthless, they have no intention or consciousness for the welfare of the entire group of undead creatures.

In their eyes, the Undead Council is just a tool, a useful tool to help them usurp more resources and voice.

It's really inexplicable, even if the Undead Council is beaten up and the dead are cleanly killed, these legendary liches can still rely on a solid foundation as long as they retract into the old nest Through the counterattack of the various races united. The only people who need to bear the pain of the plane enemy are the holy order lich and necromancer.

With better luck, hiding in the deep ground, or some hard-to-reach deep mountain dazawa, spent years in dark and damp caves or tombs, waiting for "justice" who suddenly came to the door someday.

It can be said that the hundreds of necromancers gathered by the Necromancer Council are almost excluded from their original family, society, colleagues, and common customs. Before the accident, they may all be a noble caster who is respected and feared by thousands of people. And they only spontaneously or passively embarked on this irreversible dark road only for some inexplicable reasons.

Since choosing this path, as a once noble and respected spellcaster, it is necessary to "enjoy" this exuberant and exiled life! Either disguised as a human aristocrat, secretly conducting his own research in a remote little territory, or hiding in a dark corner like a timid mouse, never seeing the sun, breaking all connections with the world.

This ... is this everything a spellcaster should bear?

It is this hatred that has screamed and killed the undead mage for thousands of years, and killed the undead creatures, so that the legendary lich Xia VII was shaken, and there are countless dead necromancers who have been hiding from Tibet And the lich came out to respond.

And the core of condensing the Undead Council is the kind of hatred for humanity, the church, and the peers of the Master. In this case, every time the group of Lich and Necromancers make a big move, of course they are all the evil and cruel nature of the undead creatures.

And the old lich said these in front of Li Xun, of course, to get some resonance in Li Xun's cemetery, and to slow down the tight pace of the cemetery.

The cemetery grows too fast and too fast, and the selfish guys such as the legendary liches have never sacrificed their own private interests for the benefit of the Undead Council as a whole. Therefore, the number and quality of the legendary lich are better than the cemetery legend, but they are really going to fight, but it is far less crazy and intrepid than the cemetery legend that condenses into a rope and exerts its maximum combat power.

At this point, there is a slight deviation in the mind of the Necropolis between the lower and middle levels of the Undead Council represented by the old lich and the representative of the legendary lich.

If the legendary lich can maintain the strength of a year ago, then the old lich will of course stand behind them with clear flags as accomplices and minions. But now that the legendary liches are shrinking, the old liches are inexplicably cautious.

Li Xun and Skeleton King glanced at each other in surprise, and both heard the extra flavor from the old lich's unfinished words. But who can do this illusory thing? This may really be the heartfelt words of the old lich, maybe it is just a kind of clever words and spiritual hints from the other party, so before the necropolis gains an absolute advantage, the other party ’s gestures are good to listen to.

Li Xun talked to the old lich while turning a blind eye to the actions of the distant Necromancers besieging the magic tower. While watching carefully, he seemed to be looking for the trace of the legendary lich. It's really strange. How come several legendary liches are gone after releasing the undead Scourge? Is it hiding in the dark and preparing for a sneak attack or is there something else to do?

Li Xun couldn't help feeling uneasy.

But all this is just a disguise. At this moment, Li Xun is talking about a big deal in the soul system. Due to time constraints, this big deal was almost carried out at the speed of light from the initiation of the intention to the conclusion of the contract, creating a miracle in the history of the Klein plane magic contract.

After everything was done in the background, Li Xun put his mind back into the conversation with the old lich.

"Dear Lord Lich, since you and I share the same origin and have similar experiences and hobbies, is a temporary ceasefire necessary?"

Facing the polite questions of the young mage, the old lich could not help but be amazed.

To be honest, although the young and young human mage in front of him has a familiar smell, but the whole person is hidden under the cover of an extremely brilliant power. If it was not for the opponent to deliberately release the spirit traits of the Necromancer, even its sacred lich could not truly determine the strength attribute of the opponent.

Homology? Ceasefire?

These sensitive words made the old lich also unable to grasp the other party ’s intentions, so he asked ponderingly: "The young undead messenger who represents the necropolis, if I am right, all the necropolis you are from Suppressing and attacking the development of our Undead Alliance Council. This unfriendly act is probably not something that allies of the same origin can do? Our Undead Alliance Council has never actively attacked your Necropolis? "

"Haha ... Your Excellency is too absolute. Since you said that you have never actively attacked the necropolis, why do you want to attack my territory now?" Li Xun's black pupil flashed a sly look. Let the old lich feel that something is drawing into the unpredictable abyss.

"Your territory?" Said the old lich tentatively. "I don't know where your territory is? We ..."

"My territory is here! It is my magic tower that you are besieging now. Isn't this a typical attack?"

"Magic Tower?" The old lich's complexion immediately dimmed: "Your lord's joke is not funny! This Thunder Fortress is the territory of the Duchy of Novos, and the magic tower here ..."

Just as the old lich looked grievous and wanted to refute it, a white light shrouded the young mage and his entourage.

Innumerable white light spots are madly gathered, surrounded by young wizards and other people, and the fluorescent flashes form a completely unreal mysterious light array.

Those present are all possessors of extraordinary power, and the power attribute has been discerned almost immediately after the white light appeared. Send a light array! And the source of transmission power ...

It's the magic tower in their crazy attack!

Because he already knew the properties of the light array, Li Xun and his party did not deliberately resist the transmission power and enveloped their bodies, so the transmission went smoothly.

Even before it passed, Li Xun still had time to wave at the old lich.

"We wait to meet!"

The staggered Lich of the Order left with white lights shimmering, and Li Xun, Skeleton King and the frost dragons they rode disappeared in a glare of white light.