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A cricket climbed up from the corner of the wall, followed the wooden texture of the desk across the corner, and fell into the dark ink pool. It took a lot of effort to climb out of the ink pool, and crawled until it was flat on the table.

On the map above, this little creature’s legs were covered in ink, leaving several small and curved black lines on the map.

Long before powerful intelligent races such as elves and dragons ruled the world, little creatures like crickets had existed on this continent for hundreds of millions of years. Countless empires went from strength to decline, and countless races fell from power to power.

The glory goes to annihilation, but the little cricket still exists.

Perhaps, this little life is not aware of the approaching death at all. In a sense, without wisdom, there is no trouble, because the little cricket does not have to worry about the coming of the King of the Dead.

Watching this little thing nonchalantly climb over the desk and onto the window sill, and then leisurely jump on the window sill and start chirping crisply, Douglas's understanding of survival and death became deeper.

From the moment the Creator God created the world, life and death have been integrated with each other. Fierce racial competition and the crazy fighting that makes any intelligent race crazy are all for survival, but this competition for survival has also brought about

die.

Death is the normal state of this world, but no life is willing to accept this cruel reality.

The world and the existence of life in the world are the greatest gifts from the God of Creation, and death makes life disappear and return to dust. This is the truth of the existence of the world and the most mysterious veil of the universe.

Whether it is life or death, they are all part of the world. Even if you are as powerful as a god, you will never be able to escape the fateful cycle of life and death. All any life can do is to buy more time before death comes.

Time is the key and the meaning of life.

The King of the Undead and his undead army are still seven to nine days away from here. This is accurate information gathered by countless magicians and reconnaissance cavalry.

All this intelligence accurately marked the approaching speed and scale of the undead army on the map in front of Douglas. According to the latest intelligence reality, the undead army has been advancing and approaching Kent.

No matter whether it is mountains or rivers, whether it is solid castles or dangerous natural chasms, nothing can stop the approaching army of the undead.

As the undead army continues to approach, the aura of the King of the Undead becomes stronger and stronger, and this aura that can destroy all life constantly turns the surrounding life into undead, while summoning more undead monsters.

As the King of the Undead continues to approach, the number of undead is increasing, and the size of the undead army is getting larger and larger. Even after a few days' journey, you can still feel the breathtaking aura from the map.

Destructive power.

Death is the ultimate destruction.

Although the size of the Death Army has been expanding, fortunately, the speed of travel remains unchanged, and the direction of advancement is also very clear. The huge and straight black arrow on the map is the direction of the Death Army: pointing directly to Kent!

Douglas has faced countless powerful enemies, but this time, he faces death itself. Not the death of an individual, but the ultimate destruction of the world.

Whether he can give himself a chance to survive and whether he can pull the world back from the shadow of the King of the Dead depends entirely on Douglas's fighting ability.

The powerful golden race has been torn apart by the undead army, and the remaining orcs can only escape to Kent, the last hope, because Douglas and his Kent Legion are the last armed forces with resistance in the orc empire.

At the same time, other races that felt threatened by death also gathered here, joining the Kent warriors.

The hope of the world has been completely pinned on Douglas.

Douglass had no confidence that he could defeat death.

The candle on the candlestick had burned to the end, and Douglas stared blankly out of the window in trance.

As motionless as a sculpture, standing in the small patch of light brought by the candle, staring at the boundless darkness outside the window...

When the candle exploded, Douglas knew that the candle was about to burn out. The little cricket was still crawling on the window sill and chirping fearlessly.

Although crickets are small, they have a longer history than any powerful intelligent race. They are also a living entity in the true sense.

Looking intently at this being like himself, as if facing an old friend he had known for many years, Douglas said softly: "When the sun rises tomorrow, we will set off to fight the King of the Dead. Can you?

I am not sure of victory, but I swear to you, I will do my best. If I still fail in the end, I can only say sorry to you and all lives, because you are also life, and you are also the world.

part of you, this world also belongs to you..."

The candles flickered for the last time, the candles had burned out, and the room immediately fell into deep darkness.

Douglas turned back and stared into the pair of burning eyes behind him.

The nameless skeleton had been standing behind him for most of the night, as still as a statue like Douglas.

In the darkness, an orc and a skeleton stood silently, looking at each other. Both pairs of eyes shined with the same light!

Because they are two sides of the same body, Douglas and the nameless skeleton can clearly understand each other's thoughts without the need for words or any other body movements.

In the small room where the light source was lost, the eyes of the nameless skeleton were as blazing as flames, like two blazing flames. But Douglas could clearly feel the other person's state of mind: at a loss!

Compared with Douglas who put down everything and prepared to fight, the nameless skeleton was at a loss. He could not even understand the difference between life and death, nor did he know how big the battle with the King of the Undead was compared to the battles he had experienced on the gray plains.

difference.

The nameless skeleton is confused because of itself.

From the moment Douglas sent the deep space letter, the nameless skeleton has known its mission and the meaning of existence: it is a part of Douglas's divinity. After countless hardships in the gray plain plane, it finally became strong and finally broke through.

The barrier of the plane came to Douglas, and he saw the most original part of himself.

The clone and the body are originally two incomplete parts. Only by achieving complete integration can they become complete and become a perfect whole.