A dim ball of light rose very high on the horizon. If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing in the sky, no one would believe that the ball of light, like a candle that was immediately extinguished, was just a direct sight here in the past.
The sun can blind your eyes just by looking at it.
It is very cold. A sunless desert is not much warmer than an ice sheet. Moreover, this kind of cold is dry and cold, without any moisture at all. It is as cold as death. The dead gray sky covers it like a huge pot lid, without any moisture.
There is not a trace of clouds, let alone birds, and only the will-o'-the-wisp sun hangs lifelessly on it. This Feilong Desert, which used to be like a scorching hell, is now like a huge cemetery. Even the most elite people in the entire continent stand here.
There are tens of thousands of troops, but the air is still full of silent and cold death.
Not only are detection and judgment based on the magic map, there are constant scouts watching the movement of the King of the Undead and the undead army. The frontline dispatch is still meticulous and perfect. As planned, all the troops who can reach it are
It has arrived, and they are all here quietly waiting for the coming common enemy.
The tens of thousands of troops did not make any sound, only the occasional clanging sound was heard. The atmosphere and huge pressure here made them unable to even speak.
Two huge blue gates to different dimensions were flashing, and a steady stream of orc troops and warrior magicians were filing out. This was the last group and the most elite group of warriors. Walking behind the troops was Roland
Captain De and Lancelot. As well as the two tower masters, Adlied and Glendon.
The last two people to step out of the door to another dimension were Gru and Asa.
Gru's upper body was still naked and he didn't wear any protective gear. He didn't seem to need these things. But now he was holding the black long bow in his hand.
It was completely different from when it was in the hands of the elf patrol. This phantom bow was no longer plain black. There was a layer of faint waves flowing on it. In the waves, complicated and incomprehensible talismans were rising and disappearing.
"What a huge battle..." The door to another dimension behind him slowly closed. Asa looked at the tens of thousands of troops in front of him and sighed.
At first glance, they are all people. And these are not ordinary people. They are all the most outstanding warriors. But the purpose of these warriors here is to escort him desperately.
Looking back, behind them was a tall and majestic boundless black mountain range. This was the Shadow Whirl Mountain Range that he had heard about countless times. He had never seen it until now. Diya Valley, the Guild of the Dead and the Black Star.
Just behind this boundless mountain range.
The extremely thick black aura is extending from that direction. It is already pitch black there, and it is almost impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the mountain with the naked eye. This mountain range is like a huge tombstone. It is not just him who admires the monument, but
Tombstones for everyone.
It was the first time he came to this place where he had been entangled with him for so long. Asa's hand was tightly holding the knife at his waist. It was his own knife, and the hand holding the knife still had the wear and tear on it.
The King's Ring that exerts all its strength.
Originally, this knife was confiscated when he was arrested in the Glory Castle. He asked Lancelot to send people to find it back at the ruins of the Glory Castle. I don't know if it was infected by the aura of the King of the Dead.
Because it had been washed away by the majestic power of light from the Archangel, the magic originally attached to it had disappeared, and the knife had returned to an unsurprisingly ordinary weapon, the one he had collected and made by his father.
An ordinary weapon.
Any magic weapon picked at random in the church and magic academy would definitely be more powerful than this knife, but Asa still brought this knife. What he wanted was not the weapon, but the feeling when holding the knife.
.Just like now, the simple yet familiar touch from his hands can give him a little more peace.
Asa is wearing the robe of the Ghost King. It seems to have been affected by the fluctuations coming from the depths of the Shadow Whirl Mountains. This magic robe seems to have come to life. While echoing the breath of his body, it is also following
The breath deep in the mountains was breathing. The air was condensed as if it were dead. However, the robe was constantly shaking slightly.
"That guy is still more than sixty miles away from here..." Asa closed his eyes and said. With the sensory connection coming from the Ghost King's robe, he could feel the huge fluctuations heading here.
"No, there are only twenty miles left." Lancelot said not far away. A red flag in the distance was waving in a specific way. This was the news from the scouts at the front.
"Twenty miles?" Asa felt very clearly, but he also knew that Lancelot's men could not make such a mistake.
"What you feel is just the guy at the core." Gru said lightly.
"In other words, this undead army is about forty miles away." Adlied's voice sounded a little chilly.
Lancelot said: "According to the report a few days ago, it is only within a range of twenty miles."
"The closer you get to here, the stronger the effect of the Dark Star." Asa said. Behind him, in the larger and darker place deep in the Shadow Whirl Mountains, a more powerful feeling was roaring and churning, about to rush out and take everything away.
Submerged and crushed. "Probably before our army gathered, all the undead in the Shadow Whirl Mountains had already taken the initiative to approach him. Not to mention actually pulling up the Dark Star, as long as he could enter the Diya Valley, I'm afraid there would be no
People can stop him."
"Forty miles..." Captain Roland sighed softly.
"It doesn't matter how many miles, just kill and attack." Gru said calmly.
"That's right." Lancelot nodded, then took a deep breath, and roared out in a roaring voice. "Everyone listens to the order, the battle begins. Let's go."
This roar was like a thunder that was about to tear apart the dead silence around it and spread to everyone's ears.
"Go...go...go..." The rising and falling orders from everywhere resounded like echoes. The tens of thousands of troops who had been standing here silently began to move like a huge beast that had awakened.
He got up and drove towards the black color that was already visible in front of him.
I don’t know who roared first, and all the soldiers on the march began to shout and roar. No one deliberately mobilized their morale. They had already been suppressed and suppressed their fighting spirit in this dead gray cemetery between heaven and earth.
The desire to survive comes from the depths of the soul. Even the priests and magicians couldn't help but start shouting together. The shouts of tens of thousands of people converged into a giant dragon of sound that rushed and screamed in this lifeless space. Finally,
This world that has become one piece seems to have some fluctuations...