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Nie Zheng Wang Fengqing of the Di Dynasty immediately sent envoys to the Pandora Plain to negotiate with the orcs. At the same time, he dispatched the Phoenix Legion and the Nirvana Legion to the Stormwind Fortress. The entire dynasty entered a pre-war state!

In fact, both Feng Qinglang and Anu knew well that Jagasi had made a promise to the orcs, but now that Jagasi had an accident, the promise could not be fulfilled, and now they came to collect the debt.

At such a historical moment full of gunpowder and smoke everywhere, Feng Qinglang left a double in his study, and the political situation was temporarily controlled by Anu. He himself secretly went north, crossed the Feilong Desert, and came all the way to the edge of the legendary undead sky.

The undead sky, also known as the dark sky in history, is composed of endless gray and black smoke clouds, and the lowly undead can escape the divine punishment of the sun under this.

Now, Feng Qinglang was standing under the canopy of the undead, in front of him was an endless army of skeletons, resisting in front of him, pointing the spear in his hand at him without sadness or joy.

He looked at the majestic cloud of smoke above his head, and the faces that slowly formed in the depths of the cloud. He calmly stretched out his right hand, probed with his left hand, and swiped fiercely across.

Silver-gray blood dripped on the scorched black land, on the undead sky, one of the faces moved the corner of its mouth with difficulty, as if trying to express a smile: "Welcome home, child of the Holy Race!"

All the undead knights got off their horses, knelt down on one knee, and put their right hand on their left shoulder, just like a human knight's salute, and the lower skeletons followed suit and knelt down on the ground.

It was obviously not without humor, but when the endless army of undead were all like this, it really shocked Feng Qinglang's heart.

He didn't know what undead etiquette he should respond to, so he just continued to ride forward, and all the undead gave way one after another.

This is a world that is almost filled with smoke and mist. You can't see the world around you clearly. There is only a dark yellow light leading the way ahead. There is no life here. The horse on Feng Qinglang's crotch can't stand it. Snorting is the instinctive fear of animals.

Feng Qinglang could only keep waving his whip, followed the light group, looked for the north, and went straight forward. He could vaguely feel that in the distance behind those smoke clouds, there were a large number of low-level undead sleeping in these scorched lands. If he was just a Purebred humans, I am afraid that these sleeping people will wake up immediately and rush towards themselves frantically.

When it was close to the altar of the undead, the steed under Feng Qinglang's crotch knelt down on one knee, refusing to take another step forward.

Feng Qinglang could only change to walking. Under the canopy of the undead, power seemed to be pouring in continuously. Allen has a sense, and he will communicate as soon as possible.

However, it is a pity that Di Allen couldn't be moved by the magnificent altar of the undead, so Feng Qinglang could only continue to go north.

There is no concept of day and night here. The boundless black scorched land and endless fog are the eternal themes here. Feng Qinglang can only roughly estimate that it took another day before the yellow light group finally stopped.

Then, it slowly floated up to a hundred meters above, and with a bang, a huge torch stand was ignited. An extremely ancient ballad seemed to ring in my ears, accompanied by whispering spells, eleven silver sheets The gray seats, drilled out of the black earth, took a long time to settle, arranged in a semicircle, facing Fengqing.

The looming songs in my ears stopped abruptly, and eleven undead came out from the depths of the mist and took their seats.

Feng Qinglang's heart skipped a beat, this is the legendary Council of the Undead.

These eleven congressmen were all hiding in black cloaks, with the brims pulled down so low that it was difficult to see their true faces, but Feng Qinglang could tell that there were six of them, and the brim of the hat was just a whirlpool like chaos.

"Welcome back, child of the Holy Clan!" said the man in the black robe in the middle seat, his voice was extremely old, even when Feng Qinglang heard this voice, he couldn't help thinking of Fengchen's bookshelf and the endless cobwebs in the ancient house.

"Please forgive some of our councilors for not being able to meet you in person. The sky of the dead is no longer what it used to be."

Listening to the voice full of emotion and sighs, Feng Qinglang felt a little sympathy in her heart, but she just hoped that Di Allen could wake up and guide the future.He felt faintly impatient with their sudden blockage, and he just wanted to continue going north.

Another undead member asked: "You are here, so are they dead?"

It was a bit weird question, but Feng Qinglang understood it, and answered logically: "Yes, I am here, and they are all dead."

Eleven sighs of varying heights.

"Children of the Holy Clan, not everyone supports their actions this time. I can feel your dissatisfaction... But anyway, we are still very happy that you are willing to come. After all, our Holy Clan has not appeared for many years. An undead demon as noble as your bloodline..."

"We cooperated with Longharin, besides he became a member of us, more importantly, the millennium catastrophe of our holy clan is coming soon, when the dark sky will be riddled with holes, and a large number of clansmen will die as a result ..."

"Lonharin promised to create opportunities and soil for jihad for us. Our dark sky has not been replenished for too many years..."

"We need the blood and resentment of the living to replenish the undead sky for the next millennium!"

"..."

Listening to these undead councilors stating the situation of the undead world one sentence after another, Feng Qinglang, who had no sense of racial identity at all, couldn't help but interrupted: "Even if the entire undead world is destroyed, what does it matter to me? "

This made the huge flame condense, and the undead council was dead silent.

The black robe in the middle buzzed: "Son, based on your words, we can declare you a traitor."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said: "In order to live longer, you have been hiding in this black soil all year round. Any power consumption may burn out the last flame of your life. Do you still remember that you are peerless and strong?" What was it like when you were there?"

One of the undead councilors roared angrily: "Young people of the new generation, do you want to declare war on the parliament?"

Feng Qinglang said: "If I want to, I am sure to kill you all! But it is meaningless. I came this time to seek inspiration, and I have to go all the way north! If you call me to stop, it is just to talk nonsense , then please forgive me for not accompanying me!"

One after another, the undead councilors stood up, raised their right hands, and pointed at Feng Qinglang, but said nothing, like sculptures!It feels weird to the extreme!

The black robe in the middle stationed his crutches vigorously, and shouted to his colleagues: "Calm down! When you first became saints, you also had a sense of belonging to the original race. This is natural. What we have in front of us is just a Become the new generation of the Saint Race soon!"