Vanguard of the Eternal Night

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The green light flashed through the sky.

It’s hard for the undead to capture the change in color. Although the sorrow is very clear, it is confirmed to the companion: "Hey, director. Is that the signal of blush?"

The person he called the "director" looked up and revealed two stunning blue flames under the hood: "You have no dementia, rest assured."

Fan Yan snorted: "You can't say something nice? I really don't understand why the head of the team wants to send you to come out with me for a mission..."

He ridiculously took off his hood and patted a pair of sacral dragon wings, flying on the ground.

The director walked calmly, and the sound of armor rubbing was like his cold words: "First, you are a crispy warlock, you need a tank to ensure that you will not die. Second, you are a slap, group. I don’t think that you can conquer this piece of bone by yourself, let alone become a Maharaja, and only the two of us are undead in the team. Third, the task is worth 80dkp..."

"and so?"

"So I volunteered to come." The director said, "Compare the 'save the fragile slaves', 'mix into the elf empire', and the task of 'negotiating with the gods.' I think, 'kill the bones. The undead is more suitable for me. It is always easier to fight and kill than to deal with people."

The ground of the cheekbones is dark, it is not mud, but blood.

When the blood is accumulating more and more, it will change like the snow on the plateau. The part that cannot be shoveled at the bottom will be hard and abnormal.

The fascinating sputum tasted the taste, and nodded in something. "The smell of ham is still stinky. The undead here is mostly a dwarf."

The director glared at his big sword with both hands, and this position was easier to enter the battle posture than when the sword was behind him.

In this dangerous place, he was sharp enough and more powerful, so he didn't care to talk: "Have you tasted the blood of all races?"

Mi Yan said: "It's all ingredients! Don't try to know what can be eaten?!"

"Let's head to know, he'll beat you up, give you a lift back to the moral qualities lesson." The director said coldly, "but you are dead. Nothing is that you can not eat, you try to be completely pointless."

The fascinating stunned, after a long while, said with frustration: "What is the world... I have lost the qualification to eat a food?"

"You are the fourth majesty to be the undead, so tempted, and miss your unrealistic food dreams."

The inflammatory cleavage of the pale mandible, screaming: "I will eat if I eat, I will eat, how can I drop? The undead can not eat goods? Who stipulates?!"

"I." The director said, "I will ‘help’ you to become a qualified ‘lich”’ ‘Undead Maharaja’.”

The inflamed skull is green: "I am an undead warlock! Can God become a Lich and Necromancer! How do you act as a director!!"

The director said succinctly: "The head does not need to be tempted, he needs the undead army."

In the smoldering hollow eyes, the two groups of fluorescent green fire flashed, and finally surrendered: "Well... dead director, I will listen to you for the time being, but you don't want to take the head to press me everywhere!"

"The head can't press you?"

"The head can!! I mean you can't!!!"

It took two days and three nights and they walked to the center of the cheekbones, a temple that was shackled.

The warlock's masonry at the entrance to the temple was easily squeezed into powder and then entered the air.

He muttered the curse and made the land climb out of a dwarf with a broken skull.

"So this is the temple of the dwarf. After the dwarf died, the temple was smashed. Their soul could not hear the call of God, and it became a grievance." The warlock said.

The death knight came over and glanced inside the ruined temple and said, "I have known this for a long time."

He gestured to see the inflammation.

The two turned at the same time and saw many green flames rising in the dark night.

"When you first touched the temple, they were angry."

The cheekbones formed a tidal white tide, and they gathered into a huge wave to slap towards the center.

Most of the dwarves' bones are no more than six feet, but they have twenty more bones than humans. They held a giant axe, a giant hammer, a spear equal to twice the height, and angrily embarrassed by the undead.

"I hate the bone shelf. I am a warlock who controls the devil..."

Unexpectedly complained that two long phalanxes pulled down the hood. While his fluorescent green eyes were blocked under the brim, a pair of abyssal black eyes opened in the sky.

In the dark eyes, the death knight stood sideways, flattening the cold sword, and said lowly: "Less nonsense."

After that, under the sword of the death knight, the land changed. Countless ghouls climbed out of it and rushed to the cheekbones outside.

Both sides are undead. This battle is only the roar of swordsmen and bones, and the flames of the souls that are occasionally swept are creepy.

"I hate bones and I can't drink soup."

Warlock reiterated again.

In the high-hanging eyes of the sky, the cockroaches are released, and in the middle of the sky is the explosion of the flying dragon's wing.

He crossed the pale hand bones and snorted, blowing a breath.

Where the breath passes, the undead creatures are silently scattered into white bones. The tides of the dead are like muds that are eroded by acid rain, which collapse from the middle and eventually leave only dregs.

"Go. The bones are not good, they can barely be full," the warlock said softly.

In the eyes of the abyss, there are two blood rivers flowing down, and the blood river reaches the ground, and it is integrated into the blood of the bones.

From the blood river, a lot of black eggs were brought. They spurred the shell, and the creatures drilled from it had curved horns and strong sheep's hooves. Some used six arms and some danced long whip.

They greedily swallowed the soul and resentment of the dwarfs left in this land.

A black eye came to the side of the faint solitary, and its eight tentacles slid softly.

Fan Yan touched one of them and said to the director: "I want to eat squid."

The director said: "Give me a bunch."

They killed the eye, the latter did not have the power to resist, and all mental spells seemed to be thrown on the stone.

When the fascinating began to study those tentacles, the director stood in front of the succubus.

The succubus is the most intelligent abyss species except for the eye magic. They have men and women, and they all know how to protect themselves.

"We don't need a smart beater," the director said coldly. "I wanted to kill you all. Now you are still alive, just because your face looks good."

The succubuses are beheaded and the devil's body is wrapped in black leather.

A woman swayed her slender tail and said flatterly: "We welcome the use of the strong, no matter what the purpose."

The death knight glared at his long sword and said coldly: "In the south and east of the cheekbones, there are annoying creatures. I will send you out, whether it is confusing or enchanting, replacing or robbing - I don't care about the means, only Asking for the results. Soon after, I want those creatures to no longer have the energy to gossip; when we mobilize the undead army, they want them to ignore it and open the way for us.

The warlock gently landed, the phalanx slid, leaving a fluorescent track in mid-air, and then from this line, a contract paper made of cooked sheepskin was taken out.

The contract must be written with the real name, and at the moment there are two names that only the gods can see.

The succubuses signed the contract and flew outside the cheekbones. Some are turned into elf appearances, some are dragons and beautiful women, and some are uncharacteristic passers-by.

The remaining demons spread out and quickly encroached on this skeleton. They swallowed a soul full of pain and chewed the grievances in the temple of the captivity.

The main material plane is so rich, so I don't know how to fortify. For the demons, it is like a piece of fat that is locked in the cupboard. But the lock is really strong, only the powerful caster can open, and all the creatures in **** want to be summoned.

They are overcrowded, scrambling, and the servants are following.

"You need a demon leader. It can't be too smart, but at least it can make so many demon obedient, and know how to obey your orders." The death knight reminded.

The warlock nodded quietly, gently stroking a little demon, flowing from the fingertips to the magic of the green, giving it the power of a sulphur fire.

When the little devil was so excited that he couldn't add to it, and he was eager to become the magician of the warlock, he suddenly heard the warlock say, "Let a fire, help me grill the squid."

Finally, at the door of the temple, they ate "salmon".

Although the food was only temporarily stored in the bone shelf, the inflammation was still quite satisfying. He said, "You are an av director, didn't you put those succubuses into the harem?"

The death knight snorted: "The head of the regime strictly forbids the relationship with the devil. Even the blush may be the sacred demon. Do you think that you can resist the temptation of this eternal death?"

The voice whispered: "It’s as if you are not the same..."

The director pretended not to hear, and continued to pour cold water: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Those succubuses do have a good life, but they have a purpose to go to bed with you. Even if you can refuse the pillow, that high - When is the tide? When is the brain disabled? Is there a succubus holding your child to beg?"

The stunned stunned: "Children? What children?"

"The blush said that the succubus will give birth to a mixed-race, especially the strong child." The director said, "Then they will eat the newborn baby, and the half of the blood in the latter will be their perfect supplement."

Impression: "..."

"All in all, can't you break it?" the warlock finally asked.

The death knight calmly nodded.

The two undeads looked at each other for a while.

The fascination burst into tears.