Duke of Grief

The faint blue soul burning in the broken skull seemed to be expressing his anger to others.

As a lich who has lived for many years, Fresas has no talents, but in his first half of his life, no one has ever been so teased!

At first, he did count the hostess of the Principality together with the Dragon Hunting Regiment. Everything was going according to plan, and the development of the plan was particularly smooth, but when he thought he could reap nearly half of the Principality’s life. , The plan suddenly made a mistake-the woman actually appeared in front of him!

This should not have happened, but it happened.

There was nothing wrong with the plan, but he didn't win that battle... and eventually the whole plan fell short.

This time he came to get revenge-even if he had provoke the people of the Principality for no reason before, but he lost and lost face, so he must find this face!

Of course, he alone could not capture this Principality. He had already been defeated by that woman before, let alone a ‘divine’ in the Principality.

So, he once again united with'those people'.

"Damn breath of life!"

The lich sitting on the back of a dragon walking undead slightly closed his jaws, leaning on the new bone throne underneath, the magic shocked the air, and the tone was dull.

The tall, undead dragon walked a forelimb, and the flesh and blood on his body were still not decayed, except that the scale armor was already somewhat gray.

Every step of the earth-walking undead, the earth will tremble slightly, but it does not affect the undead army slowly passing by.

At a glance, the endless, white and black-red mixed undead Wang Yang almost filled up the grassland that was once full of life, even if the green grass is still green and new in the winter, stepped on the feet and quickly withered.

And behind them, the vegetation is declining and the land is red.

The dark clouds enveloped the sky all the time, and the gloomy sky at first glance can cause depression in the heart.

The bones of Sensen shook up and down. The undead dragged their rotten bodies across the mountains and the ground. Fresas elbows leaned on the side armrests and supported his chin.

It's near! It's close!

After uniting with the group, he learned about the principality.

For example, the principality only built a great wall in the north, but there was no wall that could block the invasion from the grassland.

There is no fortress around the capital of that principality, and to the north there are no towns except for the three fortresses that border the Black Forest.

Now as long as he bypassed that fortress, he could step into the land of the Principality-even after that he might be intercepted, but there is nothing that can fight an army of undead on a vast grassland What?

Thinking of this, Fresas couldn't help shaking his upper and lower jaws again. After he became a lich, he hadn't felt this kind of "happiness" for a long time!

Negative energy eroded not only his body, but also his soul. He hadn't felt this kind of "positive emotion" for a long time-except during the killing.

"The fragrance of revenge..."

Frasas raised his other hand and grabbed it out of thin air toward the front.

He has already felt that ‘happiness’ is right in front of him!

Then he raised his hand, and the Undead Legion stopped instantly and fell into silence.

The red light blooming in the eyes of the undead generals who guarded him, turned their eyes directly in front of the army.

"Ah, you are finally here!"

Ziegler lifted his glasses and smiled, lifting his head from the book.

He was sitting on a high-backed chair, behind which was a hillside. When he overturned the hill, he could almost see a gray road, through which he could walk to Wind City.

As one of the ‘legends’ of the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, his mission is very heavy, not only to lead the team to conduct magical research, but also to protect the Principality at a critical moment.

He didn’t know when he joined the Principality, but he didn’t feel that it mattered anyway. Anyway, he was only interested in the ‘new gadgets’ and funding of the Principality. They were also mutually beneficial.

Next to him was a small white round table filled with all kinds of delicious food, and the expressionless puppet girl sat on the other side of the small round table, concentrating on enjoying the food, not even Focus on the army of undead.

"Are you... Red Dragon?" Frezas' eyes flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen it in the materials the group had given him.

[Extreme pleasure] Ziegler, a lunatic, a legendary Red Dragon Master!

Ziegler smiled and supported the gold wire glasses, nodded slightly, "Yes, I am indeed a red dragon, my name is "Zigler", I am very happy to meet you."

"...It's not quite the same as I thought." Fresas put his other hand on the armrest on the other side, and tapped the index finger gently on the skull on the armrest. "I thought you would be more irritable. And crazy, at least most of the red dragons I know are like this."

"That can only be said that your information is outdated." Ziegler put the books into the storage bag and said aloud, "Our color dragon has been out of the bloodline influence that the "Great Mother" left us. All the color dragons have returned to normal. Without the influence of blood, the personality between us is no longer the same, and each has its own personality."

"Oh, that's really congratulations..."

Fresas tapped his jaws with each other. After a moment of silence, he said, "Give up!"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." Ziegler shook his head with a smile, "Although I don't know when I was integrated into this country, and I don't care much about the lives of mortals... But this is a task, I There is no way!"

As he said, Red Dragon shrugged his shoulders and spread his hand to signal that he could not do it.

"Even if it's a mission to die?" Fresas whispered slightly, "Even if you are free from the bloodline effect set on you after the dragon, you are still a group of cunning and evil dragons, don't you?"

Ziegler tilted his head for a moment, and then nodded, "It's true."

"I am an army myself, and it is also a "legend". You can't beat me." Fresas held the rough skull on the handrail. "I don't want to waste time and power here, so I think you are the most Let it go."

After hearing this, Ziegler dropped his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I said, you are not deaf...oh, you are deaf in a physiological sense, but you should be able to hear what I said. ! I said I won’t give up, are you unable to understand what I said?"

"...Okay!" For a long moment of silence, Fresas raised his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ attack! "

Necromancers with long-range attack capabilities are the first to start preparing various spells, while other undead have begun a silent charge.

The earth rumbling, the shock came from Ziegler's feet, but he still smiled.

He put away the chair under him and turned his head to whisper to the puppet girl: "Rina, start fighting, and eat again after the fight."

The doll girl gave him a dissatisfied glance, jumped from the chair, clapped his hands, and licked the residue on the corner of his mouth again.

The earth dragon undead is surrounded by the army of undead, slowly moving forward, and the necromancers standing on the battle platform on the backs of other undead beasts throw the magic that has been brewed in their hands.

Facing this overwhelming negative energy spell, Ziegler just raised his hand and a barrier appeared in front of him.

"You guys are still too tender!"