Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 343 Robbery

Perhaps the Southland can no longer gather an army of Thoros now, because the only remaining young demon toads in the Southland know nothing about the operation of the incubation pool, and their compromise has created peace.

There is no shortage of lizardmen in Lustria, and there are still second-generation demon toads in Lustria, and Lord Mazdamudi has never been known for his good temper towards new species.

If he needed to retrieve a certain piece of ancient holy slate that was still valuable, why didn't Lynch just go and get it?

The lizard man who seemed to be thinking suddenly burst into brighter light, and the runes on his scales lit up one after another, forming a sea of ​​light in an instant.

An indestructible beam of light took shape in an instant and flew towards the forest outside the city at lightning speed.

The premonition of crisis exploded like thunder in Vlad's heart. Before he could avoid it, he was directly hit by the engine ray focused by pure energy.

No matter how fast he is, can he still be faster than light?

There was almost no resistance. When the dazzling light dissipated, only a blood ring was left in place.

In the next blink of an eye, the ring glowing with blood disappeared.

A sigh came from the southeast of the city. It seemed that he was immortal just like the legend.

If the ring is still there.

Lynch stopped midway. Before he could take the ring away, the opponent resurrected faster than he imagined.

Vlad's existence had disappeared from Lynch's perception. It seemed that it reacted quickly and would not foolishly give Lynch another chance.

There was no further communication, and Lynch could only detect it peeping in the dark. It even changed its position every frame, making Lynch never sure of succeeding in another sneak attack.

To deal with this kind of immortal enemy, it is best to take away the items that keep it immortal immediately after killing it. It would be better if it can be destroyed, but the proud masterpiece of the great necromancer withstood the force imposed on it by Lynch. test.

Lynch turned around without hesitation and returned to the city, sweeping through the streets like a hurricane, clearing out the remaining powerful undead souls that had not been purified one by one.

During the process, Vlad never showed his body again, and it kept observing.

It didn't show up again until Lynch left Baker Port and returned to the Griffin Forest.

Only a gaze full of thinking and calculation fell on the lizard man from time to time.

Lynch didn't care what it wanted to plot. Since Carstein revealed that he owned the slate, he didn't mind retrieving the cold-blooded things along the way, just so he could go deep into Sylvania and understand the root of the undead's crazy behavior.

No normal person would think that it was reasonable for vampires who had been dormant for hundreds of years to suddenly invade in large numbers when the empire was at its strongest.

The undead do not lack time, they clearly have better opportunities.

How could the world's first necromancer and the founder of necromancy be just an ordinary person?

Failure has never defeated it, and not just because it has achieved immortality.

Every outstanding person has a process of standing out from the crowd, and the same is true for the Supreme Necromancer.

Who would have thought that the little priest of yesteryear would become a catastrophe to the world? Who would have thought that it would repeatedly threaten the safety of the entire world after its death?

Who would have thought that a human being could invent new ways of magic just by relying on the simple teachings of the fallen Druzi?

The fall of a civilization is just because of the dirty tricks it used in war, and the various undead are just its graffiti in the realm of death.

Who would have thought that an ordinary human being in the past would have the potential to completely destroy the gods and rule the world?

The time has not come yet.

Nagash stood on the top of the tower of Taranhof Castle, looking down at the dim land, listening to the death and pain of this continent from the restlessness of the undead magic.

The small fight between vampires and humans allowed death to spread at an unprecedented rate, but it was not enough.

Only when ratmen and demons join the chaos can its power reach its peak. Soon, soon.

The human emperor is just the shadow of the gods, and the cold-blooded creature that is suspected of being immune to magic is just a hard stone. It is a pity that it failed to cross the magic protection near the Kislev Temple, otherwise this game should have ended long ago.

There seems to be an extremely powerful mage near that temple.

After a while, the time passes faster, and more lives will die.

When it comes to rule the world again, no matter how powerful the spell caster is, it will be just a joke in front of it. Its only opponents are the gods in the supreme heaven.

The gods cannot directly confront it. This is a must-win situation, as long as the mortal beings don't cause too many surprises for it.

This time, no ratmen and humans joined forces to fight it, and the so-called ancient races were too busy to take care of themselves.

What a wonderful time.

Soon, that day is coming, in this day and age.

All living creatures on this land must die and become slaves under its control.

All gods involved in the realm of death must become its food, and it will become its only god and its only ruler.

Mortals should be like hares frightened by lions, running around in the deserted land, and they should not rest in peace even if they die.

A being that is nobler and greater than them would take away their lives as easily as blowing out a candle, so they should be afraid, should be afraid, and should give everything to that being.

Their bones should stand and labor for Nagash, and their souls should strive to please the true Lord of Death.

Only by turning the whole world into a doll used by the Great Necromancer for fun can Nagash's true strength and power be realized. This is what the world owes him.

The world belongs to it, everything in the world should be disposed of at its will, and all mortal matter should be trampled under its feet. This is a matter of course.

Civilization, country, family, and family are all unnecessary.

All beings other than Nagash have only one identity - humble servants of the High Lord of the Undead.

As the most powerful one, it has the right to dominate the world and make rules because it will become the only god.

But the time has not yet come.

But it's time for the ancestor of the Strig vampires to appear, a mindless beast with a hatred for the Empire that is enough to promote the spread of death.

Moreover, the Imperial people are a little too presumptuous. A small lesson will make them show what Nagash likes to see - fear and despair.

At the border between Stirland and Southern Sylvania, groups of militiamen wearing leather armor drove livestock and drove carriages, slowly advancing towards Sylvania under the cover of a few imperial sergeants.

There are many such teams throughout the entire Sylvanian border, but Absen's team is particularly different, because there is a knights group that is about to rush to the front line next to the logistics line, and they are marching towards Schwa with the militiamen. March to Cigang.

Compared to the white wolf knights riding on red-haired war horses, the auxiliary legions led by Steele looked like a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

Tarr could testify that every militiaman Absen saw was wearing a different style of equipment, and there was nothing uniform about it.

(End of this chapter)