The storm is approaching the Stronghold of Morrowind. In comparison, this ancient castle complex is so small, as if it will be swallowed up and destroyed in the next second. However, faced with such a doomsday scene, the people inside the castle react very differently.
It's ordinary, even a bit routine.
"Those mercenaries are here again, it's really endless."
The man was sitting by the window, smelling the cool sea breeze, and playing with the chess pieces on the chessboard.
This is a guy whose gender is a little difficult to tell. If he is a man, he is a bit too handsome. He looks like he has not seen the sun for a long time. His skin has a sickly pale color. He looks like a man.
Like a marble statue carved by a famous artist, this exquisite statue opened its eyes at this moment.
But if we regard her as a woman, she does not have overly obvious female characteristics. Her short hair covers her eyebrows, her eyes have a sharp heroic spirit, her figure seems slender, and her gestures carry a strength that is hard to refuse.
feel.
This is a very strong man who understands this deeply whether he is dealing with people or animals.
"Can't you chase them into the angry sea and catch them all? If you have nothing to do, come here and attack the Morrowind Stronghold. Even if they are not annoying, I will be annoyed."
He complained endlessly. Since this group of mercenaries appeared not long ago, they have attacked from time to time. Although they have never achieved any effective results, they still happily dump a large number of corpses on the coast.
There were deep sounds coming from the room, like the roar of some kind of beast. He raised his head and looked into the corner. In the dimness, he could vaguely see the outline of the monster. It was hard to imagine what kind of monster it was, even if it was lying on the ground.
On the ground, there was still something as tall as a person, with thick hair all over its body.
"Be quiet."
He said with a sullen face, "Those mercenaries are here and I can't go out. Why are you complaining?"
It was obviously such a tall monster, but after hearing his scolding, the monster's voice became weak, like a scolded dog, wailing in waves.
Putting the chess pieces aside, he planned to go out for a walk according to his plan, but the arrival of the mercenaries disrupted his schedule, which made him very irritable.
Looking out the window, he guessed that a familiar plot was about to take place soon. As usual, these black-armored soldiers rushed to the cliff, and then the Sublime Masters of the Clerks family would be dispatched, under the protection of the Sky Tower.
Start a battle and drive them all out.
If necessary, they will pursue for a certain distance, but out of vigilance for their opponents, no one will pursue deeply into the raging sea filled with thunderstorms without the defenders accompanying them.
He waited boredly, and then a flash of fire erupted in mid-air, burning a large number of wind-eroded birds.
Huh? Not bad, at least there are some changes in today's program.
At this time, the monster in the corner seemed to notice something, and suddenly got up. It stood up and almost reached the roof, filling the room.
"Wait a minute! You can't go out yet!"
He raised his hand to try to dissuade him, but the monster suddenly refused to obey his orders. He opened the door with his head and ran wildly down the stairs.
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As the sea of fire passed through, a large number of corpses appeared on the ground, but as always, these black-armored soldiers advanced silently, stepping over piles of corpses.
They seem to have no intelligence at all, but are some kind of zombies who only rely on orders to act.
Blue fireworks swept across the ground, and Boluogo mobilized sand and gravel dust, interspersed with snake scale fluid that solidified into caltrops. The dust python jumped into the crowd, devouring the black-armored soldiers wantonly, and the metal scraped
The sparks that burst out from the armor ignited the red mercury, setting off the killing of death.
With his own strength, Boluogo was able to temporarily curb the advance of the black-armored soldiers. Palmer also cooperated and launched the wind blunderbuss, which was like an armor-piercing projectile fired by a giant cannon. Each blow could knock down a large number of figures.
Aimu jumped back and forth between the cliffs and belatedly landed on the coast. She immediately noticed something unusual as soon as she landed.
The etheric reactions of these black-armored soldiers were too weird. While they were much weaker than the normal first-stage sublime warriors, their etheric reactions were also surprisingly consistent.
The etheric reaction of each condenser is slightly different, just like the different voices when people speak. Under normal circumstances, even if the other person cannot be observed, the identity of the other person can be judged by detecting the etheric reaction.
Unless they are deliberately imitating, there will almost never be the same etheric reactions among the Sublime Soldiers, but these black-armored soldiers are different. There are hundreds of them, but their etheric reactions are the same.
Taking advantage of the firepower drawn by Bologna and Palmer, Aimu dragged up a corpse and forcefully peeled off his faceplate, revealing a pale face stained with blood.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, his eyes were open, and the pupils were turbid and milky white, exuding a strange deathly aura.
Aimu dragged up another corpse and struggled to pry open the mask. As expected, the two corpses had the same face.
They have the same face and the same body.
Aimu felt that things had become more complicated, and she wanted to warn Boluogo about this, but at this moment, the changes on the battlefield suddenly occurred again.
The wind-eroded birds surrounding the sky obeyed some kind of command, and after circling briefly, they swooped down one after another. The desire of the black-armored soldiers to attack also greatly increased.
Like a bad omen before disaster, the surrounding light quickly receded, and the thick clouds, driven by the storm, completely obscured the fortress of Morrowind. It was clearly noon, but it was still in the endless darkness.
The flames of the cauldron illuminated the dark battlefield. Boluogo looked at more black-armored soldiers coming out of the storm, and then he noticed some abnormal ether reactions mixed in this silent army.
"We summon the clouds, and from now on we can fight in the daylight."
For some reason, Boluogo recalled Sere's words, and the voice was so clear, as if Sere was beside him, telling him about the long past.
Boluogo had not participated in the Dawn War, but like instinct, he felt that he had crossed the barrier of time and was on the battlefield long ago.
"Watch out for the Night Clan!"
Bologg decisively issued a warning, and his guess was correct. Almost at the same time as Bologg issued the warning, the scarlet color shone brightly in the darkness, and bloodthirsty murmurs continued.
It was pitch black that almost blended into the shadows. If those scarlet eyes weren't so eye-catching, even Boluogo would have difficulty detecting their presence.
The opponent's speed was very fast, passing between the black-armored soldiers, and the black-armored soldiers seemed to be cooperating, covering the opponent's movements.
The flames of the cauldron burned wildly, raising high walls from the ground to create a fan-shaped maze, which not only hindered the enemy's progress, but also set up traps.
Some black-armored soldiers rushed into it blindly, and the high wall collapsed in an instant, staggering into clusters of stone spears and taking away their lives. However, this did not hinder the progress of the Night Clan. Unlike these stupid black-armored soldiers, their
It needs to be much faster and have a clear strategy.
The most important thing is that the opponent is also an undead, a horde of undead.
Bologo can rely on the flames of cauldron to sense the opponent's route, but this is not Bologo's specialty after all. There is a certain delay between the opponent's movement and self-awareness.
For this reason, when the high wall in front of Boluogo's eyes shattered and scarlet eyes shone in front of him, Boluogo just reluctantly raised the blade made of snake scale liquid and chopped off his opponent's head.
The cold metal cuts through the wind and rain, embeds into the flesh and blood, breaks the solid bones, and then pushes all the way until it breaks out of the body.
Like swiping paint, Boluogo used the sword blade as a paintbrush to draw a striking blood stain in the rain curtain. Then the crack split along the opponent's neck and spread to the chest, containing the opponent's pain with absolute pain.
go ahead.
The Night Clan's offensive stalled, and they stood upright in front of Boluogo. As the sharp blade cut open his body, his body began to heal itself.
His pale face was filled with a look of madness. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth obsessively and looked at Boluogo feverishly.
"The smell of the lord..."
The murderous intent in the eyes of the Night Tribe disappeared, and instead there was a greedy obsession with Boluogo, as if he wanted to eat Boluogo alive.
"Another psycho!"
Boluogo reprimanded, raised his sword again, and pierced his opponent's chest.
