Chapter 467

The plane of the dead.

This place of eternal stillness is no less ancient than the abyss, but compared with the abyss's name on the thematic plane, the plane of the dead is less concerned by ordinary people on the thematic plane.

Because unless the natural disaster of the undead that destroys the world reappears, there is little space for the undead to move on the thematic plane - all the life of the good and orderly camps will destroy them at all costs.

After all, compared with demons, those who dig other people's ancestral graves to revive their parents and become skeleton soldiers are obviously more hated.

At this time, a group of life of the theme plane came to this place full of the breath of death and silence, and these lives were all famous adventurers who lost the theme plane.

The knights with broken swords led hundreds of players into the core area of the undead plane, the main city of the undead, the city of sigh.

The main city of the dead was built at the beginning of the world, and it is too far to describe.

And this is also the first time that players come to such a high-level map. They keep stealing screenshots one by one. They are very excited.

All the buildings in the city of sighing are made of white bones. Even the walls are made of countless bones.

Skeleton street, skeleton mage tower, skull manor... Everything has the unique style of the undead.

All the buildings in this building are attached with a terrible undead magic, indestructible.

However, in the face of this undead style, as the master of the undead Empire, the knight of the broken sword who is the disciple of the undead monarch is not too excited.

On the contrary, it is a bit nervous and uneasy.

He didn't expect to be called to the undead plane. After all, the map here is far beyond the reach of players.

Any skeleton is a level 15 or 20 advanced undead. How can ordinary players stand it?

And in his capacity, he is not qualified to touch this plane at this stage.

Although the undead empire is powerful in the theme plane, and its master is also known as the undead monarch, the knights who break the sword know what the undead monarch is...

now the master of the theme plane undead empire is just a subordinate of one of the 15 undead monarchs, or even a very common subordinate among them...

the invasion of the theme plane and the natural disaster of the undead were just the result of being destroyed It's just crowding out.

When I got the news, the knight of broken sword had a wonderful expression.

My heart is also full of awe for this legendary habitat of the dead.

Now what they are going to see is the real king of the dead.

As a top player, he used his power to search for information about the undead plane immediately after he was summoned.

Because there were few records of the dead, he had to work hard to find some broken records.

The only valuable one among them is that there are 14 undead monarchs in the legendary plane of the undead, who have ruled this ancient land for millions of years.

But now there is the 15th king. What's the meaning of it makes the Knights curious.

However, he does not have the strength to explore these yet. At this time, he can only take a step by step...

after passing through the long white bone street of the city of sighing, and in the empty eyes of many high-level undead who exude extreme terror,

under the guidance of the guards, the Knights and people with broken swords went to a cathedral in the center of the city that they had never seen before.

The church is a hundred blade high, all made of human skulls, gloomy and numbing.

No one can imagine that such a terrible building would exist in the world if they were not seen by themselves.

This is not the most conspicuous, the most conspicuous is the church spire that directly tens of blades of the two horned beast skull.

It's hard to find out what kind of life could have such a huge head.

The huge head of a strange animal is matched with the wall built by the head. At this moment, the feeling of the white bone church to outsiders is shocking to the extreme.

What's more terrifying is that the blue fire of soul is burning in the head. This church seems to be the God body of the beast, and the whole church is a living creature.

The high church gate was empty, like a demon opening its mouth, waiting for them to enter.

Even the bold players can't help trembling in the face of this magnificent and frightening building.

The knights with broken swords looked at the two sides of the church and their skeletons coldly. They could only lead the people into the cathedral with heads on the ground.

At the moment of stepping into the church, all players only feel shivering, and then the space in their eyes is distorted, and all perception is blocked.

After a few breaths, the players only feel the cold air around them. When they open their eyes again, they find that they are no longer in the place where they enter the gate.

It was dark all around. They were illuminated by the white light from the sky, but trying to get out of the light was like meeting an impenetrable wall.They can't see anything around them. The light is completely consumed.

The knights with broken swords can't help but feel numb when they see this scene. This huge aperture is like a cage, which brings them here for exhibition. At the same time, some terrible beings are quietly watching them in the dark...

until the fear of the unknown becomes more and more strong, and many players feel flustered.

In addition to the aperture of brush, there are 15 white bone God seats to light up the dark blue cold awn.

At the moment, the 15 hundred blade high white bones god statue is a stone tablet to the sky, and the players in the aperture are like tiny ants in front of the god statue.

The knight with the broken sword tried to look up in the aperture, just as he stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the towering mountain.

This?

Many players' hearts are trembling, which is too exaggerated...

"Dear lords of the dead, your humble people say hello to you."

The knight who broke the sword came forward first at this time. After that, no matter what the players around him were, he knelt down on one knee to the center position and bowed his head humbly.

After a long time of beating, the players who can get to the present level are no longer stupid. Most of them die miserably.

Glory is not used to them.

See this scene, the surrounding can't see the figure clearly, the appearance of the undead monarchs on the throne of God is fuzzy, but they are not talking to these players.

"Can these adventurers who have lost their planes be resurrected?"

Another low voice responded.

"Well, every time they resurrect, they lose some strength..."

the initial voice continues to ring.

"I feel a special breath in them...

their souls are not here. They seem to be protected by some rules, which are their plane rules?"

A hoarse voice said, "there are too many missing planes. Some planes have disappeared since the beginning of creation. It's not surprising that some of them have some special rules."

"They are now dead, dead is just a body, the soul is still protected by the rules... This is the secret of their rebirth?"

A sharp voice was curious, "how can we break this rule?"

"I can try..."

the undead blasphemy sounds slowly with a chilling breath. No one knows which undead monarch is talking about it, but all players feel chilly.

What do these undead monarchs want??

Then a scream sounded behind them, and everyone turned their heads together.

I saw a player wrapped in the dark blue energy, his body and flesh bit by bit rotten, looking extremely terrible.

Just a few breaths later, the player turned into a gray liquid, even the corpse did not survive.

All people feel numb when they see this...

damn, we are all our own people. Do you talk about martial arts?!!

But obviously, the weak have no right to choose.

"Failed? This rule of missing plane is amazing. Maybe you need to find the stone of plane to find out its rules... "

the only thing that players should be thankful for is that the undead monarch failed.

But before we could breathe a sigh of relief, a second voice sounded.

"Failed? Let's have a try...

is NIMA finished??

These hundreds of players are about to explode.

If you try it one by one, they will lose one tenth of it.

Ah!

A fierce cry, another unfortunate ghost fell to the ground and howled, and then in the eyes of hundreds of players, it was transformed into a white skeleton.

"Well, the rules are really magical..."

this sentence makes the rest of the players lose their mind. Do you want to say it?

It's too frightful. If these undead find out the rule to destroy the resurrection ability, they may face death at any time?

A lot of people are green with regret. They knew this would happen. Who would come here to die?

At this time, the knight of broken sword had to harden his head to come forward and open his mouth.

"Dear all, we are loyal subordinates of the undead. Maybe we can make more useful contributions to the undead by maintaining the ability of resurrection..."

hearing this, the undead monarchs sitting high on the throne gave up the idea of trying one by one, that is, who will help them when they are all killed.

The center area God seat, at the moment suddenly stood up a blurred huge figure.

In the hundred blade high God seat above, this figure is also like a mountain, that pair of fuzzy empty eyes staring at the players below."The power of the old days has eroded the plane of the dead. The only purpose of those lives born in chaos is to destroy the whole glory.

The plane of the dead is also under threat.

So we decided to open the channel between the plane of the dead and the plane of the theme, and send the army of the dead to the plane of the theme to collect the fragments of the slate of destiny.

From the lost plane adventurers, you will be the main executors of this plan....

"we know that you have a wide range of information channels in the lost plane, and we also know the essence of your rebirth....

" with our training, you will become the spokesmen of the dead! "

This makes the players below breathe fast.

What status is it to be the spokesman of the dead?

Even the knights with broken swords felt the chance was right in front of them.

But as a top player, he still suppresses his inner passion and opens his mouth with a bit of temptation.

"Great monarch, what price do we have to pay?"

"At what price?"

Hearing this inquiry, the king of the dead standing up suddenly burst into laughter, and the whole space shuddered in the chilling laughter.

All the players just feel the pressure of suffocation, they even feel that they can't breathe.

In the darkness around them, countless terrors were surging, and the aperture that illuminated them was rippling, as if it might break at any time.

"You will know later..."

the undead monarch didn't respond directly, and his empty eyes flashed with mysteries that no one could explore.

"Now, I'm going to choose 99 of them to enhance your strength and let you carry out the great Oracle..."

the knight who broke the sword was cold when he heard this. Combined with the action of the dead, he wanted to refuse at the moment.

But unfortunately, from the moment they stepped into the church, their fate did not belong to them.

Even at the moment, he envied the two players who were killed and reborn...

just when the knight of the broken sword was distracted, a dark force came down from the sky with irresistible momentum, directly devouring all the players in the aperture.

"Ah!"

After being eroded by gray energy, players feel that their souls are torn up at this moment.

At the moment, it seems that countless ants are biting their brains, and tens of thousands of knives are cutting their bodies...

but no one can faint from such terrible pain. They are limited by some force and have to bear such unprecedented pain alive.

With the crazy scream, time is slowly passing.

One sun Yao time, two sun Yao time... I don't know how long it will be, but this period is as long as a century for players.

Although the knight with broken sword has reached level 15, he can't get there well. He only feels that his soul is being eroded and transformed by a terrible force...

finally, after the transformation is completed, he falls asleep in the dark.

The earth.

At this time, more than 100 players wake up from the game warehouse, and their faces are very pale, like dying people, full of the opposite death with ordinary people.

A lot of people were relieved and finally escaped.

A few of them just wanted to open the game warehouse to go out, but when they reached out to push the cabin door, their eyes suddenly looked incredible.

Because they found that their flesh and blood had rotted into impurities, leaving only a pair of bloody white skeleton arms in front of them.

What's more, they can even control the arms that have turned into skeletons...

an indescribable fear engulfed them.

So, what happened??

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whine ~

when the horn sounded in the cold wind in the early morning, nolandidu fell into the atmosphere of killing.

On the towering city wall, soldiers in uniform armor and armed with strong bows and crossbows are waiting.

Looking at the old monsters pushing forward little by little in the distance, all the soldiers have sharp eyes.

"These damned worms, they're coming again!"

A commander holding his helmet on his waist couldn't help spitting and swearing.

"I swear to your majesty! I will kill 100 today! "

When the soldiers around heard this, they all yelled.

"Head, don't give me advice today. I only killed less than 60 people yesterday, didn't I?"

"these stinking garbage, killing them is really dirty my hands..."

"to marry the royal highness of the princess!! I will fight the enemy bravely! ""Do you want to compete with me for your royal highness? Draw the sword

This section of the city wall suddenly became lively, but the strange thing is that only the soldiers here dare to disobey the military discipline and yell before the war. The other soldiers are all ready and dare not relax.

The commander saw this scene and put his armor back on his head, with a ferocious smile in his eyes.

If you want to gain privileges in the army, it's very simple. It's strong enough.

The most important part of the wall of Nolan city has always been guarded by him. No matter how terrible the battle is, he has not lost the half blade wall, which is also his strength to disobey the military discipline.

"Prepare to fight, send those old monsters back to their hometown!"

With a roar, the hundred blade long wall around it suddenly quieted down. The swords and guns came out of the scabbard, and the bows and crossbows were full. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old monsters that came down like a tsunami.

It is a group of body like sarcoma, with a bloody mouth, back health can not fly rotten wings, the lower part of the body by creeping forward.

No one can imagine what these old monsters were like before they were corroded, because the life in front of them was disgusting enough to make people vomit.

Boom ~

after those old monsters approached, magic roared out from the high tower behind the city wall, shining all over the world...

the sarcomatous monsters below were torn into pieces by magic, and turned into a pool of pus blood...

the morale above the city wall was shocked.

"Kill!"

"Shoot!"

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In a magic tower of the Royal Academy of witchcraft and wizardry in Nolan, an old man with a chicken's nest head, stubble and slovenness is emitting magic waves. Some strange symbols are hung on the drawings, such as ancient inscriptions and some ancient language.

But just when the design composed of dozens of symbols on the drawing was about to be successfully sketched, the sudden loud noise outside made his hand shake, and the drawing was crooked when he finally finished.

Looking at such a great effort, the final failure, the sloppy figure to cry without tears.

"Damn old bastard!"

In a fit of rage, he swung his fist and smashed it on the table. Then a huge sound came out, and the slovenly old man's face turned red instantly.

A sweep of the paper revealed a strong iron plate.

"Who the hell put an iron plate on my desk?"

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the old man forced down his painful expression for face, then pretended to be calm and looked at the figure who pushed the door.

"Mr. spark, are you all right? I just heard your voice outside....

a Miaoman girl in a luxurious court dress walked into the room with a little curiosity.

Hearing this, Spark's face turned even more red and hid his shaking hand behind him, pretending to be calm.

"Katie, don't worry. I'm just pissing off old monsters."

Then he quickly changed the topic, "I heard that the MII found pieces of slate of fate in the north?"

The noble girl named Katie nodded slightly.

"Yes, Mr. spark, the news has been confirmed. My father is calling all the legendary and extraordinary people to discuss. I've come to inform you."

Spark held back the pain in his hand and forced a smile.

, "Katy, you are the royal highness of the royal family of Nolan. There is no need to come here."

, "teacher Spaak, this is a matter of great importance. All the people under the crown are sent by the royal family to inform them. I have specifically answered your duty..."

Katie smiled solemn and smiled, then handed out the things that she held on her right hand.

"This is the envelope from the Royal Falcon. My servant just delivered it to the door. I brought it in for you... It should have been from green city."

As soon as his eyes brightened, he left behind the messy desk and took the envelope.

Although the heart wants to open very much, but the face still takes a little don't care.

"Hum, it must have been written by my incompetent disciple..."

"incompetent disciple?"

Katie said curiously, "is that the gifted mage who has stepped into the realm of grand mage in his twenties? The other party is now afraid of already touching the extraordinary, right?

It's amazing that you can cultivate such a powerful disciple....

when spark heard this, he felt as comfortable as eating an iced watermelon in summer, but he was still stubborn.

"What a gifted mage? He's not promising even when he's old..."

after saying this, he thinks of something and laughs.Damn the boy of the Cachar family, I'm afraid you don't know how much adventure I've got in green city in the past year!

I'm half a legend now!!

Ha ha ha...

think of this, spark can't help but feel proud.

This bastard, I'm afraid he's still worried about breaking through the extraordinary?

How many times has he been hit before, now, he is finally turning over!!

Ha ha ha!!

At this time, Spock was already imagining that he appeared in front of Li De with half legendary horror level, and Li De's face was shocked.

He couldn't feel better thinking of this picture.

Want to surpass your teacher? Ha ha ha, you are dreaming!

Wait. After I enter the legend, I will return to green city immediately. I want to show you who is the real genius!

Katie looked at Spark's face, gnashing her teeth for a while, excited for a while, and suddenly looked a little strange, "Mr. spark, are you... Feverish?"

Spark has a black face.

"Katie, let's go. The king is still waiting for us."

Katie nodded and looked at the envelope in his hand.

"Don't you read this letter first? After all, it was your disciple who sent it....

"if there's anything to read in this letter, please put it here first....

spark said with great respect, and then threw the unopened envelope onto the messy desk.

"As you wish, we have the carriage ready for you."

Katie saw this and said nothing more, then turned around and left with spark.

Out of the magic tower, they each got into a carriage and headed for the palace.

The letter in the office really seems to have been forgotten.

Not long after spark left, the door was pushed open. Then several apprentices who had been helping spark clean the room came into the room and looked at the messy room with helpless faces.

Mr. spark is good at everything, but he doesn't pay attention to hygiene too much...

then a few people began to tidy up, and soon they cleaned up to the desk.

An apprentice put the trash can on the desk, and then turned to get the broom, another apprentice in order to avoid subconscious step back, did not care directly hit the desk.

The unopened envelope was hit lightly and fell straight into the trash can.

Neither of the two apprentices saw the scene.

But just a second before the envelope fell into the trash can.

Brush ~ suddenly a hand appeared and grasped the envelope tightly.

Several apprentices of the mage were surprised and saluted immediately.

"Mr. spark..."

it was Mr. spark who just left.

Spark nodded slightly at the sound.

"Well, I forgot to take something. You can continue to clean it up."

There's nothing important in this room, and he's not very busy cleaning it up.

After getting the envelope, the moment spark walked out of the house, his figure disappeared again, and then appeared in the carriage marching towards the palace.

The old man who wanted to save face was relieved to open the envelope.

After reading it carefully for several times, I folded the letter and put it away.

"You have a little conscience, son of the cachal family...

but how could I go back at this time? I'm one step away from legend.

In addition, I will prepare a breakthrough resource for you. "

Then he frowned.

"But what does this guy mean by telling me about the pieces of the slate of destiny? Does he want to touch this thing?

Well... I don't think so. Although he is not as talented as I am, he is very cunning and doesn't do such stupid things at this level.

Shall I tell him about the royal family's discovery of the fragments of the slate of fate? "

Spark thought, although the royal family repeatedly asked for confidentiality, but between his disciples and the royal family, he still decisively chose his own disciples.

Then he took out the paper and quill and began to write.

After writing, he snapped his fingers, and then a snow-white Falcon appeared in front of him with a wingspan of about one blade.

From the breath of this falcon, it turned out to be a level 10 Warcraft.

After folding the letter paper and putting it into the special sealed bag under the Falcon, spark snapped his fingers again and sent the Falcon into the sky thousands of blades away.

After all this, spark smiles again.

"The kids of the Cachar family, wait. When I get to the legend, I will go back and let you know who is the real genius!"

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