The main material world, Noah's continent, and the Wasteland of Bones.
The gray-white breath lingered in the air, and there were thick layers of gray lead clouds in the sky.
It is now noon time in Noah's continent. The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat, projecting onto the earth below. However, this dead and gray wasteland still does not have a trace of sunlight.
The wind was strong in the sky, but it was unable to do anything about the thick lead clouds that blocked the sun.
These are no ordinary clouds.
They are the condensation of all kinds of negative emotions emitted by countless dead people at the moment before death, and they are the terrible aura of death and darkness.
If some ordinary birds that fly quickly but have slow reactions do not pay attention and plunge into these gray clouds, they will fall from them in the blink of an eye... In the form of skeleton birds or rotten birds,
Become a part of the Bone Wastes.
The legendary powerhouse, the Pope of Light, exhausted all his energy in order to dispel these heavy negative auras.
That day, the gray clouds in the sky became much thinner, but soon returned to their original state.
The pope's divine magic of light is not enough to erase the hatred of the dead.
Under the gray clouds.
Countless undead creatures roam here.
Skeleton Warrior, Necromancer, Undead Knight, Wraith, Ghost, Corpse Witch......................
This is the paradise of the dead, the paradise of the dead.
Once the special place of Bone Wasteland was formed, it was like a gray scar on the earth, and it was still spreading slowly and evilly towards the surrounding areas. The undead, with their hatred of the living and disgust for living creatures before death,
I want to destroy all the beauty and turn this place into a dead world.
Around the Wasteland of Bones, there are now many fortifications built by the alliance of human principalities and the Holy See of Light.
The only purpose of those continuous city walls is to prevent sudden attacks from the undead.
Fortunately, there is no undead monarch with the status of ruler in the Bone Wasteland yet, and those fortifications have only encountered sporadic attacks since their construction.
But even so, no one takes any chances with the dangers of the Bone Wasteland.
The undead and the living are two life forms that cannot coexist peacefully.
Too many humans who set foot in the Wasteland of Bones have died in the gray and gloomy air, and were later transformed into a part of the undead by the aura of death.
However, in such a forbidden area where strangers are not allowed to enter, there are still brave and fearless human paladins.
The death aura is too strong and has a tendency to expand outward.
If left alone, the Wasteland of Bones will get out of control and swallow up lives at a rapid rate.
The power of the blood sacrifice circle, which is enough to confer godhood, has been integrated with this desolate land with the death of Harris.
In order to curb this process and control the concentration of death aura within an acceptable range, the Holy See of Light has been deploying paladins and priests to continuously kill the more advanced undead in the realm of the undead.
Then cooperate with some human soldiers to clear out the ordinary stupid skeletons.
In this way, although the Bone Wasteland could not be eradicated, it was finally able to control its spread and even shrink it bit by bit.
According to this process, if no accidents happen in the middle, given time, many years later, this dead wasteland of bones may turn into the pleasant and fertile Bakki Plain, and once again become the granary of the principality of mankind.
But if nothing unexpected happens.
An accident is about to happen.
A small group of paladins rode tall war horses, leading a priest in a white robe, and charged among the ferocious pale skeletons, rushing towards the depths of the Bone Wasteland.
They had just returned from the Far North Icefield.
After investigating there, we found no trace of the evil god sculpture, so we left the barren and harsh Far North.
Nowadays, all the major countries have been severely weakened by the destruction of the Alliance Army. Their national strength has not been restored for a long time, and traces of the war still remain on the devastated southern land.
Famine, plague, bandits, monsters, dragons... all kinds of events make people anxious.
The Holy See of Light does not intervene in the war, but for the recovery of such post-war trauma, they do not hesitate to choose to help human countries, but there is always not enough manpower.
Searching for the Evil God Sculpture, controlling the Wasteland of Bones, and stabilizing the post-war situation... The Holy See of Light is very busy during this time.
The temple is empty, and knights and priests have devoted themselves to various places in the disaster area.
The team that had just returned to the mainland from the far north icefield had not had much rest when they received a new mission to eliminate the undead.
As brave and passionate paladins, they came to the Wasteland of Bones without any complaints and fought against the endless undead.
However, as the backbone of the Paladin, every dispatch is not random.
There is intelligence that recently, in the depths of the Bone Wasteland, some undead creatures that were originally wandering around unconsciously have a tendency to converge towards a certain center.
What this situation represents is very clear to the Holy See of Light, which has been dealing with evil creatures all year round.
A high-level undead was born.
The main task of the Paladins stationed in the Bone Wasteland is to purify and remove the newly born high-level undead.
As long as there is no existence and command and control of high-level undead, the terrifying sea of ​​the undead will not be formed.
As a believer in the God of Light, whether it is the holy oath spell of the Paladin or the light spell of the priest, it has a very strong killing effect on undead creatures.
This small but elite team is enough to nip the newly born high-level undead in the bud.
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Amidst the endless low roars and beast-like roars, countless undead surrounded the surroundings.
A huge skeletal lion sat in the center of these undead souls, with soul fire burning in its eye sockets. The other undead souls seemed to respect it, standing orderly and silently beside it.
But if you look closely, you can see that the skeleton lion is just an illusion.
On its huge hut-like skull, as the howling wind blows, a translucent illusory ghost can be vaguely seen.
A female ghost with a slender figure.
The female ghost swayed her transparent calves, and her back seemed a little lonely under the dark sky.
If there were any survivors of the Golden Alliance Army here that day, they would be shocked to find that the face of this female ghost is exactly the same as the Nine-ring Archmage who died tragically in the Harris raid that day.
Thanks to Future Galleons' reversal of time, the soul devoured by Harris was spat out again.
Isaiah's soul did not enter the River Styx, but stopped in the Wasteland of Bones with strong unwillingness. It was changed by the pollution and erosion of the death aura, and a new life was born from it.
"Isaiah... my name when I was alive..."
The female ghost looked up at the sky. In her field of vision were endless gray clouds, and in her ears could be heard the uncontrollable low roar of the undead.
A few months ago, she appeared in the Wasteland of Bones.
Ignorant and ignorant, he hates all living creatures.
Then as time goes by, the fragmented memories begin to flash back and emerge in the soul, quickly becoming complete.
That picture, the complete memory from birth to growth to final death, were all displayed in the eyes of the female ghost.
The memory image finally settled on a lich with a skeleton-like appearance.
Through these precious memories from the Nine-ring Illusion Archmage, the female ghost gained the light of wisdom and inherited part of her original body's powerful illusion abilities.
But, she is not Isaiah.
To be precise, she is a new life born from Isiah's unwillingness and resentment.
She hates the Golden Alliance Army, hates Haris, hates the Kingdom of Timo... and hates all living creatures.
The female ghost doesn't feel like she is Isaiah either. Those memories are more like a movie watched from the eyes of an outsider.
She gave herself a brand new name.
Elena.
The Ghost Queen of the Bone Wasteland, Elena.
In the nature of undead creatures, there is hatred for the living and the desire to destroy the beautiful world.
Elena is no exception.
To be continued...