Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 370 The Long Night ()

The last survivors of the temple city of Enhilada roam a land of warm-blooded creatures, where the crested skinks and their interdependent companions have evaded the guns of humans and the spells of the undead.

They did not follow the vampire's orders to attack human strongholds because Teach did not understand what the other party was saying when the mercenary contract was signed. If the other party had not handed it a piece of slate fragment, it would not even appear in the empire.

Perhaps the new skinks knew how to communicate with the younger races, but Teach, who was gradually aging and isolated from the world, never understood the language of the younger creatures.

Riders are looking for prey in the soil of Ostermark, whether they are hot bloods, demons, or small groups of undead, they are all their prey.

Obviously, their employers do not understand the rules of the giant-horned cold lizard riders, and there is not even a vampire to lead them to attack human strongholds. It is not a wise thing to let the cold-blooded species run freely, especially since the leader of this group of skink lizards is A skink who has not accepted the new trend of thought.

No matter whose blood they used to sacrifice the ancient saint, they could not get the next enlightenment. They could only blindly expand the range of sacrifice options, from lone ogres to beastmen who were not in a group. In the end, they He even risked annihilating an entire tribe of beastmen with guerrillas and raids.

They are still lucky, as if there are invisible ancient saints protecting them, no matter what kind of disaster, they have not been affected.

Perhaps the Serpent God had a revelation, but the black blurred everything.

Wandering around in confusion until they met a group of hotbloods who seemed to be seeking refuge.

Of course, human beasts cannot outrun the giant-horned cold lizards. The jungle hunters' excellent reconnaissance skills forced the poor young creatures to escape. If Teach hadn't discovered the gold that was not very exposed between the warm-blooded robes, these young creatures would have been unable to escape. The creature has already become the food of the giant horned cold lizard.

When the Skink leader points his slender fingers at the golden plate, even the most foolish creature should know what it wants.

So these wealthy merchants and nobles who were preparing to escape from the Ostermark Territory had an extra escort team. Perhaps it was Sigma's revelation. They always believed that this was a necessary transaction.

The dwarf rune masters gradually weaved the magic blocking runes while percussing. The chants of Neferata and the blood descendants of Lahmia could no longer be responded to by the wind of magic. The magic power disappeared like water vapor that had been evaporated. It's clean.

The rune lightning turned the Vampire Queen trembling with rage into charcoal. Her Witch Throne struggled to maintain its shape in the thunder. Now, she didn't even have the energy to restore her appearance, and could only let the ugly black climb Climb on yourself.

She finally locked her target - the old dwarf standing next to an anvil of doom with the most complex runes in the center of the dwarf army formation.

Anger made Neferata completely inhuman, and she had torn away her beautiful exterior.

Even the vampire with new hair standing on end wanted to tear the stubborn old fool to pieces, but the fierce butchers who were not afraid of death and the raven knights who were rampaging among the undead stood in front of her like a chasm.

It was only then that she remembered the Southland mercenaries sent by the Carstein family to assist her. Unfortunately, the vampire queen failed to find the cold-blooded creatures in her perception. The human and demon settlements have disappeared.

When the Rune Master shattered her body with thunder again, she was so unbearable that she couldn't help but send out her own maid guard and join the battlefield herself. Their figures are almost invisible to the naked eye. The extremely fast vampire champions use their bloodthirsty beastliness to send thin swords and sharp claws to human knights and dwarves.

Like attacking poisonous snakes, the armors of humans and dwarves were flimsy in front of their dry claws. The throats of living creatures were torn out by the dead, and the warriors who fought bravely fell into a pool of blood one after another.

The vampire queen's carriage knocked down the dwarf king who was trying to jump onto the chariot, but before she could be proud for too long, the old rune blacksmith deep in the dwarf army knocked the anvil of doom with all his strength. Even the ground where the Rune Anvil stood was hammered out with cracks.

Like lightning that could split the sky, it penetrated the vampire queen's magical protection and tore her sedan chair into pieces. Her favorite maid Na'ama turned into ashes in the thunder that broke through the boundaries, and dirty dust floated in the cold wind. Here, it touched the vampire's last nerve to maintain his sanity.

Madness caused Neferata to turn into an afterimage, rushing towards the dwarf's shield array.

The rune weapons of the dwarves had no time to touch her skin, and only the rune blacksmiths could damage her body from a distance.

But even the best masters of runesmiths are unable to strike another earth-shattering thunder, which will overload the anvil of doom, cause irreversible damage, and even self-destruct.

He would rather die than let the miracles passed down by his ancestors be damaged. Every dwarf is like this, but their perseverance and persistence are in vain in the face of absolute power and speed.

The swarming iron-smashing warriors used their heavy corpses to hold back the Vampire Queen. Just as the engineer calibrated the rune cannon and prepared to kill the beast completely with anti-undead projectiles, a picture suddenly appeared in the dark clouds in the sky. Bone face.

The deep green flames danced in the eyes of the Supreme Necromancer, like the God of Death looking down on the world. The Great Necromancer used his unrivaled soul to smash the anti-magic rune network of the Rune Blacksmith, and even the Doomsday The anvil made an overloaded sizzling sound.

Lynch suddenly looked north, using the vortex of undead magic power that climbed to the top to locate the enemy.

He ignored the sharp claws and fangs of the ancestor of Strig, and ignored the blood demon lingering behind another layer of knotting. Even with scars on his back, he could not stop him from heading north.

Ruth, who was looking for the stone slab, temporarily gave up. Nagash's power was stronger than he expected, even though he had overestimated the opponent's ability as much as possible.

It must be returned to death immediately, otherwise the whole world will become a dead zone first.

The Undead Supreme, who was about to crush the dwarf army, suddenly stopped in mid-air. Its projection looked towards the south, and gritted its teeth when it saw the difficult insect heading north.

Like an unkillable pest, maybe he is just a reptile to the Undead Supreme, but the immortal reptile is enough to trouble the most powerful giant.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Vampire Queen regained her senses and decisively escaped from the dwarf army. She deftly avoided the battle ax sent by the Butcher King. When the phantom in the sky disappeared, so did Neferata, who was interested in fighting. The courage to continue.

(End of this chapter)