The Rise of the Cemetery

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The magic stone room has an extremely wide space.

And it is not empty, but has many magical items and "people" that are difficult for outsiders to imagine.

A small white bone altar stands in the middle of the stone room. The material is completely composed of the bones of various creatures and various magic materials. The top wall of the stone chamber above the altar can't stop escaping into a rich and pure death, and then merged into the teardrop-shaped magic necklace enshrined on the altar little by little.

The magic necklace is only about the size of a thumb, but it can absorb the dead air from the bone sea day and night, as if there is a portal that leads directly to the outside world, and there is no possibility of it being full.

This magic necklace is the only miracle brought by Li Xun when he travels to this mysterious world.

Tears of Asha!

The altar enshrined on the altar is rare and refined. In addition to the mysterious and unpredictable tears of Asha, there is a crystal body lying on the top of the white bone stone platform. At the heart of the crystal body, a strong and dazzling mysterious glow is transmitted from the inside, making it difficult to look directly at.

This is the Kern immortal body from the undead world and the death deity sealed in the body!

There are countless figures waiting in the magic stone room.

They were all dressed in black robes with red edges on black background and decorated with exquisite magic silk thread. The silent pestle stood here like a wood carving, as if they could not move for hundreds of years.

But when the old corpse witch Kel'Thuzad opened the stone door, all the nearly 200 acolytes turned their heads at the same time, and the green and deep soul fire watched him instantaneously, even with the calm and power of the old corpse witch. Mind slightly.

With the authority granted by the cemetery's master, although he was able to command this group of acolytes, in their eyes, the old corpse witch could not feel the slightest respect and awe. In their eyes, there is only one master worthy of serving and admiration, that is, the master of the great cemetery-Li Xun.

As acolytes specially transferred from the deceased, they never leave the places such as the Temple of Evil Gods and the Temple of Souls. Here, they can get the maximum blessing of mysterious power, and even the old zombie can't guarantee that they can escape the strange spells of the acolytes that ignore the magic resistance and the physical resistance.

However, compared with the outside cemetery arms, the acolytes here have a simpler mind and a more pure soul, and they are also the most suitable guards for various magic treasure troves and resource secret troves.

An elder acolyte came out in front of the crowd and walked in front of the old witch to stare at him silently.

Although there is no words, but an invisible pressure has made the old zombie a little confused.

"I came here on the order of the cemetery's lord. I brought a legendary soul, which needs to endure some ** here!"

The elder acolyte's cold eyes fell on the head held by the old corpse witch.

After a moment of silence, the elder acolyte waved his hand, and the two acolytes came over and took Apche's head from the old corpse witch.

The Soul Fire of the Distressed King Apche looked at this scene silently through the empty eyes. Anyone in black robe here can give it a creepy feeling, and the entire magic chamber is full. Depressive, evil, and distorted terrible wills that are almost crazy.

"No ... I don't want to stay here ... take me out soon ..."

The howling of the legendary soul finally triggered the response of the acolytes.

The acolytes raised their heads, and a chilling eerie sneered under the black hood.

"When you come to the temple of your Lord, you will offer your loyalty and respect, otherwise ..."

The unfinished words of the elder acolyte were short and cold, and the coldness in them made the old corpse witch unable to resist a few steps back.

But the old corpse witch immediately remembered something and couldn't help asking.

"Our cemetery may be carrying a demi-god recently. How is your research on death deity? If your acolytes can no longer produce any results, you can put the immortal body and death Shenge gave us the Undead Institute to take over! "

The elder acolyte's eyes were a bit harsh.

"We already have preliminary results. But for the specific content, we will only report to our Lord personally, you have no right to know!"

"It's good if there is a result! It's good if there is a result! Now our cemetery is extremely lacking in a tough card that can hold the court. The little guys have just crossed the threshold of the legend, but they have faced the scary demigod, and there is no more. With the bottom card next to you, it will be difficult to maintain the war behind! "The old corpse wandered for a long time, seeing that the elder acolyte was unmoved, there was no meaning to reveal a little information, and he could only helplessly turn around and leave Too.

When the stone door closed again, the elder acolyte turned around and ordered.

"Go, build another brazier on the edge of the altar and burn it with the fire of the soul day and night. Kuric, you take 10 members, and you will let the legendary soul convert to my Lord! Isa Pull, what's going on to guide the power of death **** power? ... Well, no matter what means you use, this task must allow me to see the progress, otherwise you will serve my lord with your soul! ... Una Si, where did you go to study the tears of Asha? ... Well, you are doing very well. Summarize the results as soon as possible, and my Lord will probably use it in the near future ... "

With the orderly orders and arrangements of the elder acolyte, the acolyte who was still stunned by wood carvings was busy all the time. Although they belong to knowledgeable research scholars, but relying on the soul talent after their transfer, they have their own set of mysterious systems for the use of soul power.

Therefore, in addition to the perception of everyone in the cemetery, in addition to the public institution of the Undead Institute, in the temples of various cemetery cities, such a group of quietly ignoring everything except serving my lord and loyal lord Mysterious power.

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The small game of towing a train is still playing in the depths of Xinghai.

But this time it was no longer the legendary master Juan, but another legendary master Anxo.

Continuously attached to the rear of the half-plane fleet has passed one after another of the Netherstorm. Even as a legendary mage, Axor has been exhausted and unsustainable. Deep down in his heart, he had already scolded Terence who had come up with this broken idea with a blood sprinkler.

But if you scold, you should follow.

The rise of this necropolis has now aroused the vigilance of all legendary mages, and many people have completely compared them with insect disasters. If it were not for fear of alerting the cemetery in advance, I am afraid that the academic exchange group led by Dazheng to the division has resisted the activities of the Principality of Novis.

Just when Axor sent his loneliness in his mind with a wild thought, a strange wave wrapped around his body.

Hey, why would anyone come over?

Axor is very aware of this, this is a kind of spatial positioning magic wave. Immediately, he stopped his body and used his mental power to connect with this fluctuation, and transmitted his current space sign to the past.

A moment later, a dazzling portal opened on his side, and the old mage Terence drilled out of it.

"Why are you? Isn't it a good five-day rotation? It seems that it's only the third day now. Are you?" Axor was puzzled when he saw Terence.

"Don't stare at them, you go back with me!" Terrence propped up a magic shield shielding him from the tide-like undulating energy attack, and watched a series of distant stars disappearing near the edge of perception Little light spot.

"What's the matter? We've been holding on for so long! The guys on the opposite side seem to be unbearable too. It's a pity to give up at this time! Is something wrong at home?"

"Well! There is something wrong with the Elf Continent, and we have to meet in public again. It doesn't make much sense to continue to stare at them, so go back and brainstorm!"

"what happened?"

"That cemetery ate a catastrophe in the elven continent, as if swallowed by more than 3 legends from the Zerg, and now crying and clamoring to withdraw its troops, the old demon is trying to calm them down!"

"Are they dead? Or three? Has it been confirmed?" Anxo asked both anxiously and quickly, and there was a hint of comfort in his words.

"The house is overturned! You'll know when you go back and see!" The old mage Terence was frivolous and arrogant, and his disdain was overwhelming.

"This is really good news! Let's go back and have a look!"

The two of them no longer talked, pulling together a portal, and returned straight to the Klein plane.

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As soon as the door of the teleportation light opened in the hall of magic, while Axor was walking one foot outside the door, the spiky cry of the Dragon Lich had already rushed into his ear.

Fuck, it was really lively!

Axor's spiritual power enveloped the magic hall of the Seven Ring Conference, and he instantly got a glimpse of everything.

Now he understood why the old mage Terrence had no choice but to go to Xinghai to find himself, it turned out to be hiding!

In a huge magic hall, it was originally a sacred place for legendary mages to gather and negotiate, but now, Shengsheng is being swayed by a dragon lich into a sighing vegetable market.

In front of the huge round obsidian conference table, all the legendary mages were sitting on their shoulders, their faces frozen, and they nodded and sighed as the dragon lich cried. But with their familiarity with them, Axor saw a concealed and comfortable smile on many people's faces.

The plenipotentiary sent by the necropolis, Uzil, the dragon lich, was a little too exaggerated.

The robe was torn to pieces, hung on the body, like a poor ghost on the street begging for money and food. There was no left of magic equipment on his body, and even the magic crown on top of his head was split into eight petals, barely covering his head like a broken iron ring.

What's more annoying is that the dragon lich Uzel also put a thick bandage on his forehead and blood stains on it. I don't know whether the muffled cloth was pulled from the body of the mummy, and it still vaguely smelled with a rotten smell.