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The King of Elves slowly raised his head, his eyes a little dull, as if he wanted to see through the ceiling and see the sky above his head: "The last time the King of the Dead was resurrected, the elves in their heyday tried their best and even united with the giants.

Neither the Dragon Clan nor the Dragon Clan were able to stop the King of the Undead. In seven days, in just seven days, the King of the Undead swept over half of the world..."

Everyone is already familiar with the story of the King of the Undead's last resurrection. It was only when the King of Elves mentioned the word "seven days" that they realized the key contained in it.

This discovery immediately made everyone feel some strong hope, but no one spoke, but waited for the Elf King to continue speaking.

The king of the elves continued to narrate in a heavy and boring voice: "It has been more than a month since the king of the dead was resurrected. In addition to sweeping the eastern end of the continent, it did not sweep the entire world like last time. Instead, it maintained its inherent and unique characteristics.

The slow speed has been moving in the direction of Kent, which only shows that the power of the King of the Dead is far less powerful than when he was last resurrected. If the King of the Dead in his normal state is regarded as an adult, the current King of the Dead

Wang can only be regarded as an infant at best, he is still very weak, this is our opportunity..."

"Only when we take advantage of the opportunity before the King of the Undead is fully powerful, gather all our combat power, and fight a bloody path among tens of millions of death monsters can we have a chance to get close to the King of the Undead. And only by destroying the King of the Undead

Only with the king's death can the power of death be sealed again! If this is not possible, everything will be meaningless!"

Douglas stood up suddenly, with a resolute look on his face: "I also think we should take the initiative. Even if it means death, we must face it bravely. It's time for all lives to unite!"

In the wide and empty square of the Kent Temple, thousands of beings from different races have gathered. Whether they are human craftsmen or farming orcs, they all have heavy and worried faces, and their eyes are dull as they look at the setting sun.

A bright red fire cloud is as magnificent as blood!

The capture of the Imperial Capital was originally great news, but the bad news that followed made all creatures in the wasteland tremble: the King of the Undead was resurrected!

The terrifying and terrible King of the Undead is the nightmare of all life. Although the legendary King of the Undead is distant and vague, the black cloud that caused the fall of the gods lingers, becoming the most realistic and profound thing.

terrible memory.

With the resurrection of the King of the Undead, terrifying news came one after another. The Orc Empire, which had been ravaged by war for many years, was unable to resist the army of death. Waterdeep fell, Iron Arm fell, and Copperforge fell...

The once all-powerful Tiger Clan and Lion Clan, and the once unimaginably powerful Golden Race, were completely vulnerable to the undead army and quickly collapsed.

The ligers and tigers have suffered heavy losses, and the Munk tribe has also suffered heavy losses. Even the powerful gods have fallen in the shadow of death. What else can stop the coming of death?

The threat of death is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere on the entire Kent moor is becoming more and more solemn.

The creatures in the Kent Wasteland listened to the bad news one after another and felt the approaching death threat. Whether they were orcs, elves, or humans from afar, they were all overwhelmed by the approaching undead army.

I was angry, but there was nothing I could do. The only thing I could do was to imagine that a hero would appear out of nowhere and save billions of lives.

When the temple bells rang through the wasteland, the creatures seemed to feel the call of fate and came here involuntarily.

The huge square of Kent Temple is already crowded with people, and creatures of different races and faiths gather here, waiting for the final news.

When Douglas came here, he saw an unprecedented and spectacular sight: orcs, humans and elves, mixed with chubby murlocs, crowded the huge temple square like a wall, and all life was

Looking forward to it, waiting for him.

Because it was already evening, there was still the last trace of magnificent fire clouds like blood in the western sky. Thousands of torches had been lit in the square, and countless small light spots were shining densely, like a bright starry sky.

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There were swaying figures everywhere, and the orcs were crowded together, holding torches, with extremely solemn expressions. Thousands of creatures gathered in the wide square, making the empty square look extremely crowded, and it was completely a sea of ​​life.

The lives of all races are waiting, waiting for their lord, Douglas, the undefeated hero in their hearts.

Because of the backlight, Douglas's burly figure formed a slightly hazy silhouette, and the starry night sky and the sea of ​​torches on the ground became a spectacular background.

Looking at the thousands of creatures of different races, Douglas did not speak, but looked around with unusually heavy eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are towering mountains, and countless tiny black spots on the mountains are shaking slightly, as if groups of tiny ants are moving. It is the coalition forces of the three great empires of mankind crossing the snow-capped mountains.

Gather towards this side.

The appearance of the King of the Undead brought about an unprecedented unity among the endless warring human empires. They put aside all disputes and battles, united together, and gathered towards Kent through the open national borders.

The orcs and elves in front of him, regardless of their faith, race, old age or innocent children, their expressions were as solemn as Douglas's.

The emergence of the King of the Undead reunited the Orc Empire, which had been fighting for many years. After the fall of the gods, Douglas had become their only hope.

Either hope, heaviness, or boundless fear, the faces of all beings are filled with their respective attitudes.

All these lives stopped in unison, and the crowded square suddenly became silent, and everyone turned their attention to Douglas.

When Douglas walked over, both orcs and humans spontaneously made way for him. As Douglas's footsteps moved, the crowd behind him began to close up again, like an ocean.

When Douglas stopped, all the orcs tried their best to get closer to him, and slowly stopped three or five steps away from him.

The orcs in front tried their best to block the continued advancement of the crowd behind.

The moment Douglas stood on the high altar in front of the temple, the orcs in front of him knelt down involuntarily. Then, the ones behind him also knelt down one after another, like the ebbing sea water.

"Great Lord, only you can defeat the King of the Dead."

"You are our only hope, you are the orcs' god of victory in our minds!"

"Save us, save this world."