Then, I hope this contract will bear witness to the indestructible friendship between the Soul Selection Academy and the Withering Academy."

Under the night of Maldraxxus, on the steps of the fortress in front of a huge sculpture surrounded by mountains in the southernmost part of the country, the Potion Baron of the Diao Zero Secret Courtyard, the best pharmacist in Maldraxxus

Mariles tucked the Soul Chosen Academy contract he had just obtained under his arm, and reiterated the secret alliance they had just established with His Excellency Soul Chosen Baron Caixus, who came in front of him to represent the Soul Chosen Academy.

The tall soul-chosen hunk Caixus is not a character who is good at diplomacy, but he is a very good warrior and commander. He can see the current trend of Maldraxxus.

From the commander's point of view, he has foreseen that at dawn today, Maldraxxus, which has been in chaos since the war master left, will be unified, and the leaders of the five secret schools will truly sit together and fight for the future of this land.

Negotiate.

This is obviously a better and more promising future than fighting among each other until everyone finishes playing together. Therefore, Baron Caixus, who was sent by Grom as an envoy, also rarely made a low cry under the full-face horn helmet.

laughter.

He stretched out his hand, which was three times larger than the other's, and shook it with the hand of Lord Mariles, the pharmacist who was said to have had a long-term inappropriate relationship with Ms. Stradama, Marquis of Potions.

To be honest, this scene is very symbolic. This is the moment of alliance between the two secret schools. According to common sense, both sides should say something to express their feelings at this meeting.

However, before the apothecary or Baron Soul Selection could say anything decent, a low and loud noise erupted high in the night sky to the east of both sides.

The two demigods turned their heads to look.

Huo, good guy!

A green floating city was like a meteorite that slanted down from the sky above the Withered Secret Courtyard into the valley, and in the flames of the big explosions it continued to erupt in the air, the group of people could still be vaguely seen.

The floating city of creation is looming in the clouds filled with poisonous smog.

The expressions of Apothecary Mariles and Soulchosen Baron Caixus became dull at the same time.

"Isn't this...the Secret Academy of Creation your ally?"

The Potion Baron angrily threw away the hand of the powerful giant in front of him and scolded:

"Why did your allies attack our airspace and capture our floating city? We just signed the contract! You bastards from the Soul Selection Academy!

I didn’t expect that even you reckless warriors would learn such a dirty plot!

It’s really heartbreaking! "

"No, there must be some misunderstanding."

Baron Caixus was also confused.

When he was sent by Laohou to secretly discuss a peaceful alliance with the Withering Academy, he was not told that there was such a raid plan. The act of forming an alliance with others while sneak attacking someone else's hometown has always been despised by the martial arts faction of the Soul Selection Academy.

This is neither honorable nor warrior behavior.

The tall giant warrior tried to explain with his poor language skills. He waved his hand to Mariles, who angrily took out a dangerous green medicine jar from his robe:

"That is the floating city of the Academy of Creation. Maybe they got the information a little late. Although it is not honorable to talk about other people's flaws behind their backs, I must admit this to my friends at the Academy of Soul Selection at this moment.

The new Queen of Creation seems to be mentally ill...

Well, this is not what I said, this is what our Soul Chosen Marquis repeatedly emphasized when he complained. I assure you with the honor of my warrior, Apothecary, she is a "real" warrior..."

"Ha! Who do you think your shameful and pathetic lies can fool?"

Pharmacist Mariles simply didn't believe such stupid and lame words.

There is absolutely no shortage of capable bastards in Maldraxxus, but wisdom is a scarce resource in this place.

Just as the lichs of the Ritual Chamber have always believed that they have mastered the truth of war, the Wither Chamber, which is mainly composed of alchemist technicians, also stubbornly believes that only the Blighters have the true power of Maldraxxus.

wisdom.

Under them, the lichs of the Ritual Academy and the suture masters of the Creation Academy have the same intelligence, and they only have a few more brains than the warriors of the Soul Selection Academy.

But no matter how poor the intelligence of the masters of the Academy of Creation is, they cannot choose a brainless female warrior to be their new marquis...

This is not a beauty pageant!

See a ghost.

Those masters of stitching who transformed their bodies into messy looks have no use for a retarded queen? Do they appreciate her beautiful figure?

Hey, those bastards are so urinary that they probably cut off the leather tubes that only slowed down their combat effectiveness and replaced them with hidden sharp blades.

"Suffer death!"

The Potion Baron, who felt deeply that he had been betrayed, gave an order, and the potion jar in his hand was smashed towards the group of soul-chosen death knights.

A group of potion apprentices behind him also took out all kinds of colorful strange things and smashed them to the ground. In an instant, more than thirty kinds of deadly plagues broke out on the spot, and nearly a hundred groups of poisonous things broke out on the spot.

The ooze monster piapiapia that was cultivated surged towards the death knights.

Seeing that the situation was beyond control, Baron Caixus gritted his teeth, waved his hand, grabbed the decapitating ax behind his back, and roared:

"Capture them! Don't kill anyone!"

"Ha! You attacked us. I guessed it right! You really have bad intentions! My apprentices! In the name of the Chamber of Blight! In the name of the Marquise Stradama! Poison these death knights.

!Throw them into the potion pool and drown them!"

Potions Master Mariles screamed, howled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waved his wide sleeves, and shouted:

"Kevin! Kevin! Don't sleep! Come out to work and help dad kill that damn giant. His blood is full of anger and can be used to create more terrifying slime monsters."

In this way, under the influence of an accident that should not have happened, two groups of guys who were supposed to be allies began to fight each other on the war platform below the most sacred seat of the Lord of War in Maldraxxus.

Facts have proved that the Soulchosen Chamber is the strongest among the five major chambers of Maldraxxus. It was not groundless. Before the apothecaries were wiped out, they only killed most of the death knights under Baron Caixus.

Of course, both parties are undead and will not die so easily. However, if they are infected by the plague carefully developed by the wither pharmacists and have their bodies invaded by the terrifying poisonous ooze monster, even if they survive, they will probably have to wither away in pain for the rest of their lives.

With you.

"What's going on? Can anyone tell me what's going on? Why are they fighting again instead of forming an alliance?"

A few hours later, as the floating city of the Soul Chosen Secret Academy slowly fell from the darkest sky before dawn in front of the War Lord's Seat, Grom Hellscream in military uniform strode out of the teleportation beam with the blood roar of death on his back.

, he saw at a glance that his Soul Chosen Baron was weak and embarrassed, resting on the steps of the Soldier Lord's Seat.

Next to Caixus was the Potions Master who was tied up like a rice dumpling, and the latter was still yelling "Kevin"'s name at the top of his lungs.

"There's been an accident, Marquis."

Caixus weakly said to Laohou:

"It seems that the Creation Academy did not get the news about our secret alliance with the Withering Academy. Their floating city attacked the Withering Academy's floating city and caused casualties.

These pharmacists are a bunch of lunatics, they can't even listen to the explanation, and we have a conflict in this sacred place."

"Um?"

Laohou's cold eyes immediately narrowed, and he asked:

"Did you win the battle?"

"Of course I won."

Caixus nodded.

Only a small number of the death knights under his command also puffed up their chests proudly.

With a size comparable to the opponent's number, he completely annihilated and captured a group of the most elite and deadly potion masters in Maldraxxus, and only lost two-thirds of them. This can be said to be a brilliant victory.

"It's good if you win."

When Laohou heard that his subordinates had won the battle, he laughed happily and patted Kekesus on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

The next moment, the Marquis and Baron of the Soul Chosen raised their heads at the same time, and saw several other floating cities slowly appearing under the high-altitude clouds.

The small floating city of the Sharp Eyes Academy and the psychic fortress of the Sacrifice Academy landed one after another next to the high tower outside the Soldier Lord's Seat. Higher up in the clouds, the largest creation, the floating city, was also slowly moving.

Appeared, followed closely by the green and withered floating city.

Under Laohou's calm and expectant gaze, the leaders of the four secret courtyards except him appeared one after another from their respective floating cities.

Marquis Sindani was the first to ascend the stage of military leader.

After all, he is a noble Master. While the others were still walking, this powerful witch demon teleported himself and his "new servants" to this sacred place.

"Grom?"

A voice of surprise sounded behind Marquis Sindani. Antonidas, the great lich of undead scourge, strode out with the staff of frost. He looked at Grom Hellscream up and down indifferently. The lich from Dalaran said coldly.

:

"I thought you were going into the Maw, you genocidal butcher!"

"I thought I was going into the Maw, Antonidas, leader of the cowardly spellcasters, but guess what?"

When Laohou saw his "old friend", he immediately showed the provocative expression that a warrior should have. He pressed his ears with the blood roar of death and said to Antonidas in a disdainful tone:

"The angry power thought that I could still be saved, so it sent me into this war paradise. What? Do you want to have a belated duel with me in front of the soldier's seat?

I would be happy to dedicate your lich head to the soldier master’s legacy.”

"snort"

Antonidas snorted coldly and did not accept the challenge.

It's not that the old lichs are afraid, it's just that they came to the world of death with a mission. Their duties in the material world have not yet ended, and it is not time to truly belong to Maldraxxus.
To be continued...