This pyramid built by indigenous people is sharp and steep, with steps of nearly 70 degrees, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to climb.《》%网
It is entirely made of stones, with a large number of simple and simple patterns carved on it, and simple graphics are used to record some scenes of hunting, battles and killings and sacrifices.
It's just that many of those pictures have begun to weather and appear a bit blurry. At a glance, you can tell that it has an extremely long history.
Being able to build such a tall and majestic pyramid is enough to show how powerful that tribe was back then. But what is regrettable is that the tribe has long since declined, leaving only such a small village.
Here we are struggling to survive.
When the man in gray robe saw this, he couldn't help but smile coldly. Now this village has been completely extinct. This also means that the once powerful civilization has ended in his own hands.
This feeling is very strange, as if he has personally ended a certain period of history, and has drawn an end to a certain period in the history book.
I was a little proud and proud, but also a little disappointed. I felt so mixed at the moment that it was hard to describe.
The man in gray robe paused briefly, then calmed down and stepped forward.
There was only a small space at the top of the tower. He just took a few steps forward and was already standing in the middle of the top of the tower.
In front of him, there was a huge rectangular stone platform like a table.
The natives killed the captured living people here, cut out their hearts and livers, offered sacrifices to the gods they believed in, and then held a bonfire dinner, dancing the hula merrily while happily sharing the food of the poor people.
Human flesh and blood.
I don't know how many years the stone platform has been in use, but it has turned black and purple due to being stained with blood for a long time.
Including the entire top platform and part of the steps under the platform, a thick layer of purple sauce was left, and even rain could not wash away this color.
The man in gray robe held his staff, stood upright beside the stone platform, took a deep breath of the bloody air, and murmured: "What a wonderful smell~!"
Then he heard the screams and struggles of the indigenous people below, and he couldn't help but shook his head with pity, and said to himself: "It's a pity, you could have become believers in darkness."
This barbaric sacrificial method of the natives is very popular with the Lich Edwood. Liches like others to offer fresh souls to them.
If it were in the Semitic continent, these natives would not have to pass any fourth- or sixth-level teaching tests and would directly become the favorite followers of the High Priest of the Undead.
But here, the Lich Edwood has no time or mood to accept these natives. They are just tools in Edwood's plan.
At this time, the miserable screams under the pyramid had gradually stopped, leaving only the unconscious low roars of the zombies.
The sounds gathered together and enveloped the sky above the village like a wave.
Edwood took a deep breath of the smell of blood in the air and said to himself: "Now... let's get started."
He took out an exquisite hourglass from his arms and carefully placed it in the center of the stone platform.
Edwood looked around at the village below. The chewed and broken corpses of the slave catchers were slowly being dragged back to the pyramid by zombies.
The natives next to the wooden house fell to the ground in a mess, their blood soaking the ground beneath them.
The zombie who lost his target stood there blankly, raising his head, looking at himself standing on the top of the pyramid, and kept shaking his body.
Lich Eadwood grasped the pale white bone staff with both hands, raised it high into the air, then lowered his head and slowly recited an obscure and difficult-to-pronounce incantation.
The spell had a strange and weird rhythm. Following that rhythm, the zombies below all gathered around and gradually began to swing their bodies according to the beat and let out low roars.
Following their roars, clouds of gray smoke that were invisible to the naked eye slowly rose from the corpses of the slave catchers and the land.
The gray smoke kept beating, as if it was trying to break free, but it seemed to be attracted by the hourglass. No matter how hard it struggled, it was unable to get rid of it. It could only fly slowly, bit by bit.
Hourglass on the pyramid.
Their speed seemed slow but was actually fast. In just a few breaths, the first gray smoke had already been sucked into the hourglass.
At this time, a tiny grain of sand rose slowly from the black gravel at the bottom of the hourglass, strangely flowing upward from the bottom and rising into the upper funnel of the hourglass.
As more and more gray smoke submerged into the hourglass, the sand grains also rose into the upper part one by one. The sand grains at the bottom soon lost a small part visible to the naked eye.
A victorious smile appeared on Lich Edwood's face, and he slammed his staff. Then, with a loud shout, he raised it high into the sky. Then he muttered a spell quickly.
As he shouted, the zombies around the pyramid shook at the same time and fell straight to the ground.
Gray smoke also flew up from them, and then gathered together and turned into a huge dark cloud. Then, with Edwood's staff as the center, they rotated crazily, forming a huge vortex.
The vortex turned faster and faster, and kept shrinking. Finally, it condensed on the end of Edwood's staff.
Edwood felt that the staff in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and he could hardly hold it. He hurriedly accelerated the speed of reciting the incantation, and finally pointed the side of the staff at the hourglass and pushed forward a little harder.
A column of smoke as thick as a bucket suddenly erupted from the end of the stick, shooting directly towards the hourglass. At the same time, there were bursts of shrill screams.
The smoke column shot straight into the hourglass, and the black sand grains in the lower part of the hourglass flowed back quickly.
In the blink of an eye, all the sand had gathered at the top of the hourglass and stopped there quietly.
The plume of smoke disappeared immediately.
At this time, the lich Edwood also finished reciting the last incantation and looked at the hourglass intently.
The whole world fell into silence, without a single sound.
At this moment, a soft "click" sound was heard.
A crack visible to the naked eye appeared on the transparent outer wall of the hourglass.
Then, a "cracking" sound sounded.
The cracks quickly spread around and soon covered the entire outer wall of the hourglass.
Then, with a "bang" sound, the hourglass suddenly exploded, and the black sand and dust expanded instantly, covering the entire platform on the top of the tower.
The black dust kept rolling, like a boiling cauldron.
Then, the smoke formed by the black sand gradually became more regular, and then gradually separated into more than a dozen clouds of smoke.
As time went by, the smoke balls kept changing and condensing, and the outlines of more than a dozen human figures appeared vaguely.
The outlines of these humanoid figures continue to absorb the black sand and dust, and the sand and fog become lighter and lighter, while their silhouettes become thicker and more real.
Finally, when the black mist completely disappeared, there were more than a dozen people standing around the stone platform, all covered in black robes.
Their faces were dull and gloomy, their faces were haggard, and they looked like people who had been ill for a long time.
These people are all lichs under the high priest of the undead. In order to operate on human territory, they deliberately changed their appearance to humans. For the lichs, this is just a small matter of changing their body.
But at this moment, they all stood there blankly, as if they were frozen, as motionless as sculptures.
Lich Edwood looked at them in surprise, wondering in his mind: There was something wrong with the spell.
If this really happened, he would be in big trouble.
After all, such a complex spell is indeed very dangerous, and it is also the most difficult space spell. Everyone knows that for necromancers, space spells have always been their weakness.
Except for the high priest, no one can guarantee 100% success.
"I have doubled the intensity, there is no way there will be any problems," while Edwood was secretly nervous, the standing lichs suddenly shook.
The surrounding lichs came to life at the same time, looking around blankly.
Edwood breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a delay in the spell and there was no problem.
Those lichs seemed to be in a state of confusion.
They opened their eyes, gripped their staffs nervously, and turned their heads to look around. If anything was wrong, they would throw out dozens of dark spells to cover the target.
Seeing the nervous look on his companion's face, Edwood smiled triumphantly, as if he had succeeded in a prank. These grandchildren were usually dog-like, but he didn't expect to be so afraid of death.
He admired it for a while, and then coughed, reminding everyone of his presence.
Only then did the lichs discover Edwood standing in front of them.
Edwood glanced at them, then opened his hands and said calmly: "Welcome to the human world."
The lichs all breathed a sigh of relief.
One of them patted his chest and laughed in a hoarse voice, saying: "Fortunately, I wasn't teleported to that messy place. The last time a fool used this spell, six of his companions were teleported to the deep sea.
, we spent a lot of effort to get them back, I have been worried about that all the way, very good, Edwood, very good~!"
Edwood snorted dissatisfied. The other party actually questioned his ability, which made Edwood very dissatisfied.
Another lich looked around the surrounding rainforest, sneered, and said: "I haven't been back here for six hundred years. I wonder if my enemies have any descendants now."
That person was none other than Edwood's old partner, the lich Herod who accompanied Edwood and was tricked by Lorraine in Thunder Flash.
Edwood said coldly: "We have a mission, don't delay the business with boring things."
The lich Herod snorted heavily, flicked his sleeves, and said coldly: "Edwood, don't think that you can order me just because you are wearing gray clothes. I naturally know which is more important, and I don't need you to remind me.
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Edwood suddenly froze, glared at him angrily, and said bitterly: "It's good to know."
The lichs around him sneered unabashedly.
In the undead clan, gray robes are the exclusive symbol of the undead mage. Liches and dark mages both wear black robes.
Although this rule is not specifically stipulated, it is already a generally accepted rule among Semites and necromancers. Among all immortals, only the High Priest of the Undead can wear gray.
Besides gray, the High Priest of the Undead has never worn robes of any other color.
This matter may seem small, but it is a very serious issue involving the political level.
Just like His Majesty the Emperor must wear yellow, even his underwear and socks must be this color.
And once others dare to wear it, there are only two results, either they will be regarded as rebels, beheaded, and the nine tribes will be annihilated, or they will become Taizong Taizu or something.
As soon as everyone showed up, they saw Edwood wearing a gray robe, and naturally they were secretly dissatisfied, "Who does this guy think he is?
mlbgd~!
How dare he wear gray robes? Does he still want to be a high priest?
It’s my uncle who wants to take the wheel, how could it be the fault of such a guy~!”
In addition, Edwood was usually domineering and arrogant, so his popularity among the Liches was particularly bad.
But what makes the lichs strange is that the high priest of the undead has always been particularly fond of this lich, who is not very skilled and not old enough.
Normally, in front of the high priest, it would not be their turn to point fingers. Although the lichs were simmering with anger, but there was no high priest in front of them at this time, they would naturally say something without having to report it to this light.
The guy's face.
Edwood felt a little embarrassed in his heart. This gray robe was specially chosen by him after arriving on the human continent. Edwood, who was originally arrogant, just imagined himself as the high priest of the undead.
Of course it's okay if you're alone, but wearing it in front of your colleagues would seem a bit arrogant.
However, Edwood was arrogant and proud, and although he felt uneasy, he did not show it on his face.
He took a deep breath, and then said in as calm a tone as possible: "I wear gray robes to facilitate movement among humans. Humans are very taboo about black robes, and your current attire is very eye-catching among humans."
The other lichs looked at each other, then nodded, mentally admitting that what Edwood said made sense.
One of them said: "Okay, stop arguing. The tasks assigned by the High Priest are important. Edwood, are you ready?"
Edwood smiled proudly, raised his head slightly, and said: "Of course, I have gained a lot in the few months here. Everyone, follow me."
Edwood led a group of lichs back to the big wooden house under the pyramid, walked to a big box in the corner, drew a rune in the air with his finger, then lifted the magic trap on the box out of thin air, and opened the box.
, said: "Everything we need is here."
Edwood spread out a map on the table, tapped the map with his staff, and said with a smile: "Thank you Lorraine. If it weren't for him, my work would not have been completed so smoothly."
The lichs frowned, and Herod looked disgusted and said: "Lorraine? That damn Lorraine? Thank him? Edwood, damn it, you better speak clearly."
Among the lichs, the one who hates the name Lorraine the most is Edwood first, and Herod second.
Edwood laughed out loud and said: "I worked for that arrogant Hardou for six months, but the guy was so insecure that I almost gave up on him.
As a result, Lorraine mobilized half a million troops to attack Hadu. I became his last hope for survival. Especially after Hadu lost a battle, the guy had to cooperate as much as possible.
Of course I’m also grateful to Lorraine~!”
Edwood's last words were extremely vicious.
"Five...five hundred thousand~!" A lich said in a low voice.
Others also showed cautious and worried expressions.
They are just lichs, not gods, and can still be killed. If the opponent has half a million legions, they are no match and may not even be able to escape.
Edwood sneered, glanced at them contemptuously, and said: "Don't worry, Lorraine's army has been held back tightly. It will not hinder our plan. I have already planned our actions."
"Tell me about it." Although the lichs are talented and extremely smart, their intelligence is all used in dark spells, allowing them to fight and plan strategic actions. These masters will be blinded.
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Edwood pointed at the map and said: "That boy from Lorraine raised an army of 500,000. It seems that he is here to fight against Hadou's enemy. In fact, he is training the army to prepare for our expedition. Half of the army is light."
People from the Holy See.”
The surrounding lichs nodded at the same time, of course they understood this.
Edwood said: "If we eliminate these 500,000 troops, it is equivalent to annihilating half of mankind's resistance will and military strength. The significance is very significant."
Herod looked at Edwood as if he were a fool, and said teasingly: "Destroy half a million troops? Edwood, are you sure you know what you are talking about?
Just the sixteen of us can wipe out 500,000 soldiers? Could it be that you have been among humans for a long time and you have also contracted the human creature's love of fantasy."
The other lichs also shook their heads. Even if the High Priest of the Undead came in person, he would not be able to eliminate such a huge military force of the enemy. If the Undead had this ability, they would not have been defeated in the last Thousand Years War, and then they were defeated by the combination of elemental mages and priests.
Slipping out of the human continent.
Even if the lichs spread plague in the city, they would not be able to kill such a large number of people.
The lichs looked at Edwood with a bit of disdain, secretly thinking that this guy's habit of being too ambitious has happened again.
Edwood smiled and shook his head, with an unpredictable expression on his face, and said: "No, this is possible."
Edwood pointed his finger at the Ruman Empire, then slid down from the top to the Almohad Empire, and said: "The enemy is on an expedition, and half a million soldiers are their advantage and their weakness. Their weakness is
, this long supply line behind it. Do you know how much food the half-million legions need to consume?"
The lichs shook their heads at the same time. They really didn't know this, but after thinking about it, they knew that this should be an astronomical figure. In order to hoard enough food and grass for the expedition, they started planning hundreds of years ago, and now they are only close to it.
Just finished.
Edwood puffed up his chest and said with a smile, "I don't know either."
Herod almost spit out a mouthful of rotten blood, and said with a black face: "I don't know what you're talking about~!"
Edwood didn't feel dissatisfied and said: "But I know that the food Lorraine hoarded in Almohad is only enough for forty-five days. As long as we cut off their supply lines and force their supplies to stagnate for fifteen days,
, the enemy will take the initiative to retreat.
If their supply lines are forced to stop for a month, the enemy will completely collapse. My... our ally Hadou will take advantage of the situation and eliminate Lorraine's half a million troops without any problem.
I think you also know that Amol and Hadu are the number one generals in the human world.
This will be a glorious victory worthy of being recorded in history~!”