When the army of the Winter King evacuated the Kalal Empire, in the Desert Desert of 10,000 miles away, Erns regained awakening in the reincarnation pool.

crazy.

"Damn unicorn! Damn elf! Damn the Winter King of Winter! And ... the damn Thunder Titan, who all the whole family, all his dead spirits!"

The painful pain on the soul made Engus roar up.

The sky in the necroma desert is always cloudy, the air is cold and bitter, and no creature can breathe in such an environment, not to mention the endless hope, it seems that the gloomy white sand.

Ghost knows whether it is ashes or sand?

The next moment, a strong sense of restraint spread all over the whole body of Engus, and the gray undead energy completely shrouded him to make him unable to move.

"Your Majesty! Oh, Majesty!"

Erus's mouth made a pilgrimage.

The next moment he was transmitted to the bone palace of the Emperor's Emperor.

In the vast bones palace, thousands of Lichs squeezed together to make creepy prayers. Their prayer supported the forbidden mantra on the battlefield of the undead.

The light believers who rushed towards the holy light rushed to the whole body.

Erus appears in the center of the hall.

The Lichs stared at this embarrassed ghost dragon with squinting, and watching the excitement did not affect their continued guidance of magic.

Erus could feel those eyes, he lowered his head and crawled towards the depths of the hall.

In the bone corridor, the eighteen fear knights are divided into left and right columns to defend.

Behind them, the gray cloak is automatic, and the sickle in their hands flashes cold under the dark light. The armor on the body is the ultimate black mist composition, as if it can absorb all the light.

Erusm is not squinting.

These fear knights can just pull one out of him as his son.

Erus was lying in front of the throne of the Dead Emperor, bowed his head, and did not dare to look at the child -like body on the bones.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your life -saving grace ..."

His memory was still at the moment when the Emperor Emperor was forcibly pulled back.

At that time, he was almost completely broken and died. If it wasn't for the undead emperor to throw him into the reincarnation pool in time, it is estimated that he would have been Karma now.

"Erus, you disappointed me!"

The whole body of the undead is shrouded in the black fog robe. Although the face is not clear, the sound of the shock ears echoed in the entire bone hall.

With this anger scolding, the walls composed of countless skulls in the skeleton hall also creened. They stretched out the pale life, and the empty green ghost fire was lit in the empty pupils.

Get up and scold.

Erus knew that he had smashed things, but in front of the undead emperor, he only dared to shrink his body like a wild dog. The dragon tail was sandwiched under the trembling hind legs, and his wings were pulled on both sides.

The proud and powerful golden dragon, the partner of justice, now fell to such a point. This is his own choice and the destined destiny.

Since his wife, the first generation of Elf Queen died, he vowed not to let any creature on the main material plane had better, especially the group of humans and elves!

The Emperor's Emperor stared at the pitiful Erns. He had seen Erus's memory. No one could think of the appearance of Thunder Titan.

Then, then

If this kind of thing happened in front of him, he would never believe it.

"I don't have to punish you if you have no contribution and hard work. This time, your biggest problem is that the efficiency is too slow. You can directly attack the human city. There is no need to spend three days to gather the natural disaster ...

"The Emperor of the Dead said more and more angry, and couldn't help but scold:

"You and he are dead, what are you afraid of? You can't fight without the undead natural disasters? You have to spend a group of cannon fodder with those humans.

Erus is called a grievance.

The authorities are fascinated, bystanders are clear.

The Dead Emperor looked at his memory and knew about the beginning and end of the whole thing, and also understood the strength of all enemies. Of course, there would be no concerns.

But he didn't know anything when he siege.

Seeing those human soldiers who can be resurrected, they first thought that the other party had a very mysterious power, so they would do it carefully.

But he didn't dare to talk to the undead emperor.

Just shrinking his dragon body into a ball and silently bearing scolding.

Everything is good, just don't brainwash him.

At least he didn't want to forget the hatred in his heart, that was the motivation he survived.

The Emperor of the Undead scolded for a while, and his breath was almost eliminated.

Erus has accompanied him for many years, and he has never done anything bad. It is not necessary to judge the death penalty just because it is unfavorable.

He knocked on the bones and thoughts for a while, and said to Engus:

"Your current strength is too bad, and you can't help me at all. Fortunately, your soul power is still in the legendary stage, and it is not difficult to recover the strength.

Restore strength. "

He stared at Engus fiercely: "Before returning to the legend, you are in it. If you dare to come out, I will grind you into ashes soaked in water!"

Engus was all over.

He did not doubt what the Emperor said was definitely not a joke.

But when I thought of the sleeping place of death, Erus felt that my bones were half softened.

Although the soul of the soul is asleep, its will and divine power have always affected the surrounding environment.

For thousands of years, the sleeping place has been filled with completely liquid necroma energy, and it has gradually accumulated into a black ocean.

Although it will quickly recover the strength in that ocean, the body and soul will accept the vastness of death.

The pain of heartbroken lungs and broken souls, Erus experienced it once when it turned into a ghost dragon for the first time.

After that, he never wanted to set foot on that place again.

The undead is extremely desperate for strength.

But whether it is a Lich or a terrorist knight, it changes the color of the sleeping site.

Erus had no choice of power, he could only lower his head, silent, waiting for his miserable destiny.

The Emperor Emperor was too lazy to talk nonsense. He stretched out the black bones and clawed, and raised his hand.

The next moment.

The unlucky ghost dragon was teleported to the sleeping place of death.

As for what kind of pain will this ghost dragon experience, the Emperor of the Dead does not care about it.

Eat hard and suffer, Fang Zhilong Shanglong.

After doing all of this, the Emperor of the Dead sitting in the bones of the bones fell into contemplation again.

"Elf clan? Very good ..."

After a while, the skeleton's hall was sneered.

"There is a head of injustice, and the debt has the master. Since your elves are restless and bad, then you must be prepared to bear the cost, 桀 桀 ..."

At this moment, the Emperor of the Dead took the fighter to the elves.

As for why the Thunder Titan was ignored.

It is very simple. The snowy mountains in the north are cold all day long. The undead will overcome the altitude altitude reaction, and the hard ice cannot be summoned in the hard ice. It is not cost -effective to come.

It's definitely not because it can't be hit.
Chapter completed!