Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 167 Where Evil Originates

Soon, the soldiers in the camp packed up their tents and supplies, and set off.

But Wang Luo was not idle, he followed the big hole he dug and returned to the ground.

Although I don't know what kind of moth Wang Luo is doing underground, but his clothes are really useless.

Seeing that the army had gone away, Wang Luo nodded in satisfaction.

He pressed the button in his hand.

The button is connected to a wire that leads deep underground.

After pressing the button, Wang Luo stepped on the Qinglian Sword floating beside him without hesitation, and flew into the sky.

When Wang Luo flew high into the sky, dust suddenly rose up from the ground, and the whole ground under his feet trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a dull loud noise came from the ground.

Then, a whole piece of ground sank downward.

After the smoke cleared, an artificial basin appeared before Wang Luo's eyes.

Wang Luo clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Ashes to ashes to ashes, this can be regarded as finding a feng shui treasure for you to bury, don't come out to scare people again."

After solving the sneak attack problem, and the army of undead lost Zac's commander again, the coalition forces easily advanced to the outside of Longxing City.

That is, the old capital of Donghan Kingdom.

However, at this time, the territory of the original Donghan Kingdom is full of traces of contamination by the undead, and there should be no way to live in it for a long time.

Looking at Longxing City, which was completely occupied by the undead, Chen Ping and Wang Luo's expressions darkened instantly.

They can't forget the hundreds of thousands of people and soldiers who died tragically in this city. Now that they have become undead, they continue to wander in this city where they once lived and fought during their lifetime.

Although the march went smoothly, Joan of Arc was already shocked by the scale of the undead natural disaster that occurred in the eastern part of Liang Kingdom and Donghan Kingdom.

In her words, the initial scale of this undead natural disaster is much larger than the one 230 years ago.

She didn't know how Liang Guo could maintain this situation without expanding it by himself.

"Thanks to the heroic spirits who have been sleeping on this land forever." Wang Luo suddenly thought of the soldiers who jumped off the city wall with the enemy in their arms when the undead attacked Longxing City. Those fighters who came over to fight desperately with the undead remembered those familiar faces who had trained together in the capital camp but could never go back.

Everyone fell into silence. Then, they unanimously took off their helmets and bowed towards the dilapidated city in front of them with the highest respectful etiquette.

After the ceremony is over, the next thing is the cruelest.

They want to send those robes who fought side by side back to the underworld with their own hands.

The battle unfolded in an orderly manner. After such a long battle, the soldiers, with the cooperation of the priests of the Holy See of Shenluo, have been able to deal with these undead wandering on the ground very efficiently.

West City Gate, West City, North City Wall, South City Wall, East City, East City Wall.

After purifying all the undead souls, countless warriors wrapped their bones in white cloths and came outside the east city with solemn faces.

They piled all the bones together, and finally formed a hill of bones.

The torch was thrown on the mountain of bones, and the raging flames shot up into the sky.

Wang Luo seemed to see the faces of countless liberated robes, smiling in the flames.

After clearing out all the undead in Donghan country, the coalition forces crossed the border of Dashi country without hesitation and set off towards the final destination.

The source of all this is the important town in the west of Dashi Kingdom.

Valley City!
Zach hovered in the tower of Valli City, gathering all the strength of his men, ready to fight to the death.

Originally, the strength of his subordinates was well preserved, but the sneak attack destroyed by Wang Luo made him lose a considerable part of the powerful undead army, and even the death energy generated after the death of the undead was not recovered, all of which were buried in the under that basin.

In addition, all the undead in Donghan's country have been wiped out, and the remaining power in Zac's hands now is not much more than when the Wally City was just slaughtered.

But what is surprising is that when the army arrived outside Valli City, not even a patrolling undead appeared on the city wall.

"This is Zack's lair." Wang Luo said to Joan of Arc.

"But why haven't I noticed that there is death in the city?" Joan of Arc felt it and asked inexplicably.

Wang Luo stepped on the Qinglian Sword and flew into the sky, gasping for breath when he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

"In the city, there is a tall tower made entirely of white bones."

"Let's go in and have a look." Joan of Arc frowned and said to Wang Luo.

The two of them walked into the city from the west gate of Valli City with some relatively strong elites.

The army outside the city is ready to attack the city at any time.

The White Bone Pagoda in the city stands majestically, and countless skeletons are inlaid on the tower with their faces facing outward, making people who watch it shudder.

Before the group arrived at the Bone Tower, before they could enter, suddenly, at the top of the steps that extended to the outside of the Bone Tower, a clicking sound came from the deepest darkness inside.

A man in a black robe and a hood stepped out of the tower step by step.

"Why do you want to destroy my plan? Why do you want to stop the great Lich Zac?" Under the hood, there came a voice that seemed to freeze the bone marrow,

"Zack? How did your voice become like this?" Wang Luo looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar image in front of him and asked in confusion.

Zach didn't speak, just walked down the steps step by step.

He didn't stop until he reached the ground, and stretched out his hand hidden under the black robe.

Wang Luo's pupils shrank.

It was a bone hand.

A bone hand of solid gold.

That hand reached out to the side of the hood, pinched the front of the hood with two finger bones, and slowly lifted it back.

A skeleton that was also pure gold appeared in front of everyone.

In the deep eye sockets, what flashed was not the red light of ordinary undead warriors, but two groups of black flames burning.

"Wang Luo, you really angered the great lich Zack, and you, the bitch from the dirty Holy See, if it weren't for you, I would have had an army of tens of millions of undead. You Holy See can't stop me!"

"Evil Lich, everyone can kill it!" Joan of Arc raised her staff and said angrily.

"Holy Words, destroy!"

A wave of gentleness containing indescribable majesty gushed out from Joan's staff towards Zac.

"Small tricks! The soul of bones!" Zac raised his golden palm, and also shot a death gray ball of light at Joan of Arc.

　The fifth update~ I tried some different writing methods today. In addition, I interspersed a lot of stalks. If you can see it, you can point it out and see how much the tacit understanding between the noodles and everyone is.
　　
　
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