Hail the King

Feeling the flame of the flame that quickly dissipated in the air, Sun Fei shook his head with emotion.

A generation of strong, the white robes of the great-day sage, the Master of the White Stork, died.

He could have blossomed endless brilliance in the mainland's territory within a million miles. He could have become a magical giant among the poetry population. He can become an idol of countless magicians and can become a shining protagonist in history books. Maybe you can make a heroic story that has been passed down through the ages. He should be able to create unlimited possibilities!

However, the more legendary undead magician Hasselbainke, gently raising his hand, calmly killed this rising legend.

When the sound of the violent explosion in the bone mountain sounded, the legendary road of the white robe tourmaline Master Domenech, which had not yet opened, hurriedly ended.

This is the cruel symphony of the Azeroth continent of the jungle law!

This is the sorrow and glory of the warrior!

Hey la la la -! !

The undead magician waved his hand and smashed the bones of the mountain to dissipate a lot of gray and white undead power. Then the whole bone mountain was like a dried sand dune. It was collapsed, and the snow-white bones were like drops. Like the drops of water, they merged into the endless sea of ​​bones on the ground, without picking up a trace of embarrassment.

In the air, a group of reddish hot fog slowly dissipated.

This is the last trace of the remnant existence of this world after Domenech burned his own big-day book.

When these scorching atmospheres are exhausted, everything will become history.

Sun Fei gently exhaled a sigh of breath and dispelled all the emotions in his chest. He couldn't help but feel happy in the heart. The power of the undead wizard Hessel Baink was far beyond his most optimistic estimate. I am not afraid to kill Domenech's grace, so that Sun Fei can't help but burst into tears.

I just don't know when Hasselbaink meets Yassin the Great, who are the two peerless powers, who will be even more powerful?

This weird thought only existed in the mind of Sun Fei, and it disappeared.

"Seeing Your Majesty!" The Undead Magister's figure flickered and came to Sun Fei's body. He followed a standard subordinate to see the monarch's etiquette.

Although he did not say anything else, this move was indeed an oath of absolute loyalty to the King.

The scene that happened before left a deep impression on Hasselbaink’s mind. Sun Fei stood in front of his four-game retreat, and was deeply fixed in the soul of the undead wizard. For him, even if this young king does not have the purest power of the dead, he will not hesitate to pledge allegiance.

And everything that happened before has strengthened his beliefs.

Since then, loyalty!

"Would you like to remove the big vision? [Death of the Dead], let's find a suitable place to talk about it slowly?" Sun Fei still has a lot of things to ask the undead wizard.

Hasselbaink understood the meaning implied in Sun Fei’s words and thought about it. He said: “You don’t have to worry about it. The big vision is not parallel to the real space, it will not stay in the real world. Under the traces, no one will discover the existence of the undead atmosphere. Although I have just returned to the realm of the great-day sage, it does not consume much power to maintain such a large-scale vision."

"Well, that's fine." Sun Fei nodded.

His Majesty the King once said a little about the adventures in the core small world of the 36th level of the Divine Palace. He did not hide the existence of the City of Sky, but did not mention the mysterious pillars. Purification of the [stone of the world], after all, the existence of [the stone of the world] involves the world of Diablo, which is the greatest reliance of Sun Fei on the jungle law.

People always have to keep some secrets that belong to them alone.

In the end, after Sun Fei left himself outside the small world, the experience in the outside Shuangqi City was probably told again.

"This **** Arthur," I heard Arthur indulge in the wine and almost went wrong. The undead wizard could not help but shake his head and smiled and said: "In the past few hundred years, this guy has not been a two-time accident because of drinking. After a while, I didn’t expect it to be the same."

Sun Fei smiled and said: "This is no problem. Fortunately, things are not bad. If Arthur finally shot, no one can hold [Snow Mountain Hidden] father and son."

Having said that, Sun Fei remembered a strange thing. He said that the little raccoon had used his hands to hold the flame orange sword but did not suffer from the flame damage. He said: "Do you know how this is going back? Things, the little guy is a bit strange."

"Well... If I didn't guess wrong, this little Warcraft should be a very rare variant that can devour other sources of strength to change one's physique. He said that it used to devour too much of the Menek legacy. The source of the Japanese fire system, I guess, after digesting this source of strength, it has a certain degree of flame immunity."

The Undead Magister said, regardless of the little raccoon’s licking, kicking and biting, holding the little guy’s neck and touching it all over the body, even the little raccoon’s lower limbs. The little **** were carefully touched and reached this conclusion.

The little raccoon screamed and glared at his crotch, like a girl who was insulted. The big, sloppy eyes shimmered with tears of grievances, fleeing, and smashed behind Sun Fei’s back, holding a small fist. In the face of the undead magister, grinning.

"There is still such a thing?" Sun Fei was surprised: "Don't I get the treasure, this little guy would be so powerful?"

When he heard Sun Fei’s suspicion, the little raccoon couldn’t wait to jump on Sun Fei’s shoulder, drumming the muscles on his little arm and trying to show what he wanted to prove.

"I want to prove my guess, the method is very simple." Undead Magister opened his hand.

A grayish white mist is like a small cyclone that has been reduced by thousands of times. It swirls in his palm, compresses and condenses continuously, and finally turns from a gaseous to a liquid, and from a liquid to a solid, into a The size of the peanuts, the crystal clear silvery gray crystals of the jelly, glitters.

The power of the great Japanese level of the undead is crystallized.

As long as you eat this power crystal, and then use the magic experiment of the undead, you can know whether the little raccoon has the kind of variation talent that Hasselbainke said.

Under the gaze of Sun Fei, the little raccoon looked like a grievance, pinching his nose, and reluctantly swallowed the crystallization of the power of this undead.

It seems that the crystallization of the undead power does not seem to be as "delicious" as the flame power crystallizes. This picky eater is very difficult to eat and straightens his eyes.

Then soon, the state of swaying and drunkenness came to the little guy again.

With a bang, the little guy fell directly on the throne of the world, hit a few full, drunk and drunk.

Sun Fei was a little worried about investigating its physiological characteristics, and all the signs of life were very stable, so I was relieved.

Just like the need to sober up after being drunk, the little raccoon digests this undead as the source of power, which takes a short time.

During this short period of time, Sun Fei and the Undead Magister talked about some other topics. Hasselbaink was very curious about the existence of [City of the Sky]. It is because of this relationship with this legendary city that has a side to the world, and there are rumors that [the city of the sky] is actually an erratic existence, not only in the site of the [God of Magic Palace], Among the other famous mysterious forbidden places and ancient ruins in the mainland, there have also been traces of [City of the Sky].

Soon, after the little raccoon ‘drunk’, he opened his eyes in confusion.

The undead magician's finger was cited, and a sharp bone blade was not on the buttocks of the little raccoon. He will control the power very well, and he did not go all out, just a little fleeting.

If the ordinary creature is stained by the blade of this bone, it will become a pile of white bones in less than 30 seconds.

But the little raccoon did not realize it, and the rich undead could not cause any harm to it.

It was just that the **** was hit by someone. The little guy was very dissatisfied with the undead wizard and grinned and waved his little fist.

"It seems that my guess is not wrong. This is a very rare kind of variation talent..." The Undead Magister thought thoughtfully, watching the little raccoon's eyes have a deep meaning, only to see the little guy chilling, 捂His little bird was hiding behind Sun Fei.

"Well, in this way, as long as the power of all the magical and large-day powers is crystallized, it is impossible to create a small monster that is completely immune to the whole system of magic. Although the strength of the little guy is worse, but the whole system Magic immunity is still a terrible existence, and it can be used in special occasions."

Sun Fei’s thoughts coincided with the undead magister.

After verifying the talent of the little raccoon, Sun Fei is about to say something important in his mind for a long time...

However, at this moment, suddenly, the space of the heavens and the earth began to shake violently, and the power of the singularity of the singular force hit the [Death Road], the big-day vision of the Undead Magister, which was difficult to support in the blink of an eye. , there is a tendency to collapse.

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