The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

Hei Mancheng said bluntly that it is just an autonomous dominion. Although it has the title of "Adventure Paradise", which puts gold on its own face, although it is claimed to have thousands of years of history, it is still a hard-working edge city, which With the ruins of those ancient elves in the Black Forest. When this "historical city" gradually broke away from the central realm of politics and economy, and began to enjoy a peaceful little life, he never thought that one day he would fall into such a situation.

Just when the adventurers in the underground market were being beaten by a Class-A Warcraft and a large group of bear goblin cavemen, a hill in a black robe with a face was standing on the hill not far from the Black Man City A tall figure with a black mask on it. The exquisite black shiny mask has long and narrow eyes, but no eyes can see through it. However, the people nearby could feel that a chilly sight was shot out of that hole, staring at the ruined ancient city under the mountain.

"Originally thought that the next time I stepped into the land outside the dark sky, the first victim in front of me would be a legion or city of the League of Knowledge. I couldn't imagine it was such a dilapidated ancient city." Tall black robe The figure gave a leisurely gasp. His voice was terribly low, and he could not distinguish between men and women, but he had a strange sense of rhythm.

"Heyman City? I thought he should be abandoned two hundred years ago, I still think it still exists today!"

"If it doesn't exist, wouldn't it be a lot less fun." An elegant male voice sounded behind the black robe. It was a man dressed in plain traveler clothes, with no physique, hairstyle or appearance. There was a smile on his face, but it just gave people an inscrutable feeling.

"My Excellency Belkiel, a simple war will not please me, especially in such an unequal war, I will not have any fun at all."

"That's really rude, respectable adult. But I heard that although Heman City is ruined, there are still many powerful people among the adventurers. If Master Angmar plans carefully, maybe he can Let the army under your command be stronger. "

"As long as the input and output are proportional, I don't mind. However, this is not our main purpose." The black robe called Angmar seems unimpressed and indifferent.

"Yes, we have to prepare for the war with Heman City, but the war is not the main purpose." Belkier smiled slightly, and then bent down to give the other party an elegant gentleman's gift: "I haven't thanked Anger yet. Lord Martha enthusiastically drew his sword to help. I would like to express my sincere gratitude on behalf of my Lord and Lord Parkens who is in a long sleep. "

"Since they are all in the same vein, both me and Lord Kazan are willing to fulfill an obligation for our ancient covenant. The Warcraft near the Black Forest also participated in this operation, and not all of them accepted the King of Rock Hidden. Edict? "

"So, I must also rush to the Niles Cave as soon as possible, to thank His Majesty Mullens in person." Belkiel nodded to the other side: "So, leave now."

"Interesting. You are ready to leave before things are done?"

"My strength is influenced by the Taikoo enchantment, and it can't play half of the past, not to mention the glorious sword spirit of a little Nord girl, and it is still healed now, so I don't stay to add chaos Now. "

Angema did not stop, but just nodded recklessly, so he didn't look at the other party again.

Belkier nodded and smiled, rubbing his fingers gently, his body hidden in a sudden magic light curtain, and disappeared quickly.

The man just disappeared, and the sound of heavy iron boots stepping on the ground came from behind Angmar's head. It was a tall and burly figure, covered with black armor as if it could not reflect the sun, wearing a knight-covered helmet covering his head and face, wearing a black and red cape on the back, and a handle hanging from his waist. Rune sword with a chill.

This is a powerful death knight.

After the dark sky of Genus, the knights of the death knights, the deceased council composed of liches, and several patriarchs of the blood clan constitute the ruling class of the undead kingdom under the king of the plague.

"In the abyss of refining magic, even punctuation marks are full of vicious traps and deceptions. You really don't have to be so polite with him." The death knight said to Angmar with persuasion.

　　 "But, I don't have to offend him, do I?" Angmar asked.

The death knight didn't talk about it. Perhaps, these living dead people were originally a group of dumb guys.

At this time, two more figures came up from the mountain.

One of them was dressed in dark red scale armor, and the decoration on it was so complicated that it almost reached the level of works of art, with a purple swallowtail cloak on the back and a rune sword hanging on his waist. However, from the dim green light that occasionally appeared on the scabbard, it can be seen that the magical attribute of this sword should be partial to the poison. His height is naturally inferior to those of the two on the mountain, but in the human point of view is also a slender bodybuilder, the facial features are very beautiful, and there is a kind of evil charm between the eyebrows and eyes. It's just a pity that his skin is not only bloodless, but even carries a disgusting off-white color, like a dead man.

This is a typical vampire. Since he can walk in the sun without any protective measures, it shows that his rank and strength in the ethnic group are indeed not low.

The other person is not so much walked up, but rather floated up. His body was short and rickety, a black robe similar to Angmar had fallen completely down, and he had a silver mask on his face. However, compared with the former of Gao Dawei'an, the latter is a lot more insignificant. He had a staff decorated with a crystal skull in his hand, and there were many complicated rune decorations on the corners of his robe. He was obviously a necromancer with a low rank, and even a lich.

"Adult Angmar." The vampire's face showed an amazed expression, and then bowed with respect: "I didn't expect you to direct this time."

"This city doesn't need me to shoot, and I have other things to do." Angmar glanced down at the vampire nobility with invisible eyes, "This time, the siege command is given to Sarazzo. "

"Is Lord Sarazzo?" The blood aristocracy glanced at the death knight beside him with a salty look, but said in his mouth: "I will obey the order of Lord Murazzo."

"You better know." Angmar replied lightly. His tone was dull as if there were no slight fluctuations in his feelings, but the magic pressure of the invisible abyss had swept away with his words, as if it had turned into an invisible long whip, and was beaten hard against the vampire nobility. Heart.

The vampire had no sweat glands, so he was not sweating, but his face was paler, and even a trace of visible black and black appeared on his bloodless cheeks.

"Yes, I will never dare to make it."

Angema ignored the vampire noble who was determined, and said to the death knight beside him: "Then, Murazzo, here you are."

"The death knights under Xiaguan are ready at any time." Sarazo put his fist on his chest and followed a standard knight etiquette. "Within a day, we can blood wash the city."

"No, I don't need you to do this. Don't you understand the significance of this battle?"

"This, subordinate ..."

"Every death knight has the most important guards and sharp knives under his lord's command, and there is no need to waste the meaningless siege. Otherwise, when I need to cut the throats of those stupid magicians with you, Would it be blunt. "

"Subordinates are dull ... But if we rely solely on those witchcraft, it is impossible for us to cause enough damage to the walls of the Black Man City!"

"The reason why the cannon fodder is cannon fodder is because it is ready to be prepared at any time." Angmar looked at the small necromancy necromancer: "Is that so? Dr. Model?"

"Yes, respected adults." The strange and harsh voice of the Necromancer came from behind the silver mask that covered the face: "Heman City is an ancient city with a history of thousands of years after all, and there are cemeteries everywhere. In addition, thousands Over the past few years, countless adventurers who wanted to make a fortune have been buried in this black forest. Although their souls have been ruined a little, the strength of the corpses is remarkable. The villain brought three colleagues and more than 20 people. An apprentice will soon be able to pull up a spectacular army. "

"It sounds reassuring. Then it's up to you." Angmar nodded, he raised a hand and waved to the sky. Soon, a small black spot appeared on the distant sky, growing larger and larger from far and near.

"By the way, I heard that there was a traitor from the Learning Alliance who seemed to be preparing to contact us during this time. Is there such a thing?"

At this time, the little black spot in the sky had become as big as a sparrow.

"Yes, a team of tribesmen was sent to the city to meet him." The vampire replied: "But there is no response now, it is estimated that there are many evils."

"Oh? That's a pity." Angmar sighed and said nothing more.

He just sighed.

By this time, the little black spots had become as big as crows. Ordinary people can also recognize the true form of that black spot through the naked eye.

It is a bone dragon, a monster that lost its scale muscles and soul, but was evoked by undead magic. However, it is not the case that it is a bone dragon. His skeleton is not the kind of white sensational scorched yellow color, but it is a deep and heart-pasting black ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ seems to be ominous. Breath wrapped. The cold magical breath is more and more obvious with the approaching dragon body. If ordinary people are present, I am afraid that they will be frozen directly from the body to the soul.

To be precise, this should be a ghost dragon. The skeleton of the bone dragon undergoes the magic of the dark magic to make it more powerful. Then, by sacrifice of the soul of higher creatures, it can give it false life and intelligence.

The ghost dragon landed on the ground and set off a filthy storm. The dragon head glanced around. The fire of the green soul flashed in his eyes. Finally, he bowed down respectfully, exposing the gorgeous saddle on his back.

　　Angema stepped on the saddle of the ghost dragon, pulling a long stiff rope, and glanced at his men again.

"The results after you will be grasped by you. May the wisdom of my Lord guide you."

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