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In the world of magic wood and porcelain plates, Feng Qinglang has accompanied the necromancer named Ruibit through many battles. They followed an undead lord named Keer Duoduo, starting from the forbidden area of ​​the ancient battlefield, breaking through the human barrier. The line of defense of the Holy Light penetrates deep into the hinterland of the human world. Wherever it goes, people are devastated, and the natural disasters of the undead have become the black torrent of this era.

The canopy of the undead is like the giant hand of the god of death, which always covers their heads, allowing them to fight day and night, depriving the souls of the creatures wherever they go, and turning their bodies into new warriors to continue their journey. Before the conquest.

Feng Qinglang was a little confused about the time, maybe ten years had passed, or maybe 20 years had passed, but he knew that this kind of time passing and the time he was familiar with were two different concepts of rules.

After a long period of training, he has been able to discern that the dangerous line of thinking is there. Once he breaks through that line, the situation where the spiritual world will collapse will appear. Once he is behind that line, he can Think about the basic rules of this world, and learn the use of weapons and power in this world.

Of course, on the surface, he is still just a smarter skeleton, the favorite toy of the necromancer named Rabbit.

As Ruibit's undead servant, he watched him change from a middle-aged man to an old man. His face was full of deep wrinkles, and there were signs of decay in some places...

He watched the other party go from an ordinary necromancer to later commander-in-chief on the battlefield, and then to the first time he ordered the massacre of the city and personally set up the undead sky...

He watched as the other party stabbed a black knife into the heart of his good friend Sirens in order to fight for a Hallows of the Dead. It was he who ordered Feng Qinglang to deal with the funeral and bury the necromancer who had witnessed his birth together. ...

As the rules gradually merged, Feng Qinglang felt that the dangerous line of thinking had become weaker and weaker, and would turn into nothingness at any moment. He understood that by then, he would be able to think unscrupulously and understand who he was. Where is this again!

An ancient palace made of black crystals was extremely large. In its main hall, Rabbit looked at the gray sky beyond the gate and said nothing for a long time.

Feng Qinglang stared at the other party, he was used to it, it was a very unique and gorgeous sky called Undead Sky, as if there were always a pair of invisible hands outlining the gray clouds of smoke, always forming a dreamy scene The picture is more abstract than sand painting, like now, there are clusters of corals outlined like many snowflakes dancing and lingering.

Ruibit suddenly stood up, he was already very old, especially the perennial breath of the undead, which made him seem to have been drained of vitality, just a walking corpse in the shape of a human, he walked slowly to the outside of the hall, the two sides of the hall were neat The undead guards lined up immediately followed him wherever he went and knelt down in unison.

Feng Qinglang was used to following behind him, and followed him to the outside of the hall.

There is a huge bone dragon on the platform outside the main hall. This is the undead pet summoned by Ruibit himself. Feng Qinglang vaguely remembers that Ruibit was in a good mood for a few days because of this, but now, Ruibit just faced it impatiently. The bone dragon leaned towards its head, waved its sleeves, and the bone dragon swept up and flew up, rolling up a burst of dust, and flew to the top of the hall to entangle, returning to its lifeless entanglement state.

Ruibit came to the edge of the fence at the end of the platform and looked at the vast land under the canopy of undead. On that piece of black land, there were dry streams, just like the wrinkles on his own forehead, recording the vicissitudes of time. The dilapidated ruins of human aristocratic manors have completely lost their former prosperity and color, and they can only protest silently, recounting the glory of the past.

Ruibite said slowly: "My life is coming to an end, I have to make a choice!"

Feng Qinglang listened silently. Over the years, he has long been used to this. He is the only person Rubiter confides in. He has already learned the language of this world, and even secretly spoke to himself to judge whether he can pronounce the accurate phonetic symbols. , but in front of Rabbit, he had to shut up, he didn't want to turn himself from a beloved toy into a beloved experiment.

Of course, Ruibit would not expect the skeleton beside him to say anything to him, he continued: "I can choose to become a lich, and my life will be much longer, but this is a risky choice, according to the ancestors Experience, the success rate of the lich ceremony is very low, it is a last resort..."

He tightly grasped the black crystal guardrail in front of him with hands that were as dark as ghost claws, and said in a deep voice: "So, I give priority to igniting the divine fire...to ignite the divine fire, you need fragments of the godhead, our great commander, Lord Keldodo, he has reached the critical point of his life, he has a piece of godhead in his hand, and he also chooses to ignite the divine fire first, I, I don’t want him to succeed! I was selected as the guest of honor for the ceremony of the divine fire, and I am actually a high-level guard... ..."

Ruibit suddenly looked at Feng Qinglang, grasping the guardrail even harder with both hands, and said fiercely: "Once there is a chance, I will choose to make a move. There must be many people who have this idea! In any case, the person who ignites the divine fire must definitely It's me, not Keldodo, or anyone else!"

Eight majestic stone sculptures of warriors stood guard on both sides of the avenue like knights. Only they could prove how glorious this once-existing human dynasty had been, while the rest were completely destroyed by the great undead monarch. Cordodo was completely torn down and rebuilt.

Including the sapphire-paved avenue at the feet of Feng Qinglang and Ruibit, the bone dragons who came on horseback can only stay outside this road, and the bedroom of the great undead monarch is only allowed to enter humbly on foot.

They walked on this road full of light, as if they were infinitely small existences. Ruibit completely put away his arrogance, and put his hands in his sleeves, like an old man in the twilight, staggering, slowly moving towards the distant monarch Go to the bedroom.

Feng Qinglang's weapon was also taken away, and she followed closely behind Ruibit for half a step, and on the other side of him was another servant brought by Ruibit, a high-level undead knight, walking like a machine .

The two undead guards, as Rebbit's personal attendants, received the supreme honor of watching Keer Duoduo become a god.

The gray-red and dark-colored gate is full of thorns, and the green light is shining, giving a sense of ferocity. Undead warriors in leather armor are lined up on both sides of the gate, standing so straight, which makes people feel uneasy. Doubt, they can stand until the moment of doomsday.

A large number of top-level undead creatures hover over the roofs of the palaces. There are several of them like bone dragons. Deathguard.

Ruibit's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he could not feel these slightly hostile gazes at all, but continued to move forward slowly along the sapphire road.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end. They finally stopped in front of a gray palace full of desolation.