The Rise of the Cemetery

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The Sorcerer's Stone room has an extremely wide space.

And it's not empty, but there are many magical items and "people" that outsiders can't imagine.

In the middle of the stone chamber stands a small altar of white bones, which is made entirely of bones of various creatures and various magic materials. The top wall of the stone chamber above the altar continuously released a rich and pure death energy, and then gradually melted into a teardrop-shaped magic necklace enshrined on the altar.

The magic necklace is only the size of a thumb, but it can absorb the dead energy from the sea of ​​bones day and night, as if there is a portal leading directly to another world, and there is no possibility of it being full.

This magic necklace is the only strange thing that Li Xun brought with him when he traveled to this mysterious world.

Tears of Asha!

The rare objects enshrined on the altar are few but fine. In addition to the mysterious tears of Asha, there is also a crystal clear crystal body lying on the bone stone platform. And at the heart of the crystal body, a strong and dazzling mysterious glow is transmitted from it, making it difficult to look directly at.

This is exactly Kern's immortal body and the death godhead sealed in the body that the Great Cemetery obtained from the world of the undead!

There are already countless figures waiting here in the Sorcerer's Stone Room.

They all wore black burqas with black background and red borders, decorated with exquisite magic silk threads. They stood here silently like wooden sculptures, as if they could not move for hundreds of years.

But when the old corpse witch, Master Kel'Thuzad, pushed open the stone door, all nearly two hundred monks turned their heads at the same time, and the dark green and deep soul fire stared at him for a moment, even with the calmness and power of the old corpse witch, they couldn't help it Feeling cold.

With the authority granted by the master of the cemetery, although he can command these monks, in their eyes, the old corpse witch does not feel the slightest respect and awe. In their eyes, there is only one master worthy of serving and reverence, and that is the great master of the cemetery——Li Xun.

As acolytes who were specially transferred from accusing the dead, they never left places such as the Temple of the Evil God and the Hall of Evocation. Here, they can get the maximum blessing of mysterious power. Even the old Lich can't guarantee whether he can escape the weird spells of the acolytes that ignore magic resistance and physical resistance.

However, compared to the cemetery troops in the outside world, the acolytes here have a purer mind and a purer soul, and they are also the most suitable guards for various magic treasures and resource secrets.

An elder acolyte stood out from the crowd, walked up to the old Lich and stared at him silently.

Although there was no words, an invisible pressure had already made the old corpse a little confused.

"I came here on the order of the lord of the cemetery. I brought a soul of legendary rank, and it needs to endure some ** here!"

The elder acolyte's cold eyes fell on the head that the old Lich was holding.

After a moment of silence, the elder acolyte waved his hand, and two acolytes came over and took Apuche's head from the old Lich.

The soul fire of Apche, the king of disaster and pain, looked at the scene in front of him silently through the empty eye sockets. Any man in black robe here can give it a creepy feeling, and the whole magic secret room is full of people. A repressed, evil, and twisted terrifying will that makes one almost insane.

"No... I don't want to stay here... Take me out quickly..."

The howl of the legendary soul finally elicited a response from the acolytes.

The acolytes raised their heads one by one, and a chilling and sinister sneer sounded from under the black hoods.

"When you come to the palace of my lord, you must offer your loyalty and reverence, otherwise..."

The elder acolyte's unfinished words were short and cold, and the chill contained in them made the old Lich couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But the old corpse witch immediately remembered something, and couldn't help but ask again.

"Our large cemetery may be carried by a demigod recently. How is your research on the godhead of death going? If you acolytes can't produce any results, you will have to combine the immortal body with death The Godhead has been handed over to our Undead Research Institute to take over!"

The elder acolyte's eyes were cold and piercing.

"We already have preliminary results. But the specific content, we will only report to my lord personally, you have no right to know!"

"It's good to have a result! It's good to have a result! Right now, our large cemetery is extremely short of strong cards that can hold the field down. The little guys have just crossed the threshold of legend, but they have encountered a frightening demigod head-on. With the trump card in hand, it will be difficult to maintain the war in the future!" The old corpse witch muttered for a long time, seeing that the elder acolyte was unmoved, and had no intention of revealing any information at all, so he could only turn around and leave helplessly. up.

When the stone door was closed again, the elder monk turned around and gave instructions.

"Go, build another soul brazier next to the altar, and use the soul fire to burn it day and night. Kuliqi, you bring 10 church members, and I will leave it to you to convert the legendary soul to our Lord! Aisa Lah, how is the work of guiding the power of the death godhead going?... Uh, no matter what means you use, this task must let me see the progress, otherwise you will use your soul to serve my lord!... Una Si, where has your research on Asha's Tears come to?...Okay, you've done a good job, please summarize the results as soon as possible, and my lord may use them in the near future..."

Following the orderly instructions and arrangements of the elder acolytes, the acolytes who had been stunned just now became very busy. Although they are not knowledgeable researchers, they have their own mysterious system for the use of soul power by relying on their soul talents after changing jobs.

Therefore, outside the perception of everyone in the cemetery, outside the public institution of the Undead Research Institute, in the temples of various cemetery cities, there are quietly busy such a group of people who are indifferent to everything except serving and being loyal to our lord of mysterious power.

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The small game of pulling the train is still going on in the depths of the star sea.

But this time it was no longer the legendary mage Juan, but another legendary mage, Anxo, at the tail of the team.

Continuously passing through the void storms one after another behind the demiplane fleet, even as a legendary mage, Anxor was too mentally exhausted to hold on. Deep down in his heart, he had already scolded Terence for coming up with this stupid idea.

But scolding is scolding, what should be followed is still to be followed.

The rise of this large cemetery has now aroused the vigilance of all legendary mages, and many people have completely compared them with the plague of insects in their hearts. If it wasn't for the fear of arousing the vigilance of the Great Cemetery in advance, I am afraid that the academic exchange team led by the Daguo Division has already resisted the activities of the Principality of Novus.

Just when Ankesor was using his wild thoughts to dispatch the loneliness in his heart, a strange fluctuation wrapped around his body.

Hey, why does anyone want to come over?

Ankesor perceives very clearly that this is a magical fluctuation of spatial positioning. Immediately stopped his body, used his mental power to communicate with this fluctuation, and passed his current space beacon to the past.

A moment later, a bright portal opened beside him, and the old mage Terence got out of it.

"Why is it you? Didn't you agree on a 5-day rotation? It seems that it's only the third day. You?" Seeing that it was Terence, Ankesor became a little confused.

"Don't stare at them, come back with me!" Terrence propped up a dense magic shield to isolate the tide-like ups and downs of energy invasion, and looked at a series of waves in the depths of the distant starry sky that were about to disappear at the edge of perception. Little dots of light.

"What's going on? We've been holding on for so long! Those guys on the other side seem to be unable to hold on anymore. It's a pity to give up at this time! Could something happen at home?"

"Hmm! Something happened in the Elven Continent, and we're going to have a public meeting to discuss it again. It doesn't make much sense for you to keep staring at them, let's go back and brainstorm!"

"what happened?"

"That big cemetery suffered a huge loss in the Elf Continent. It seems that more than three legends were swallowed up by the Zerg. Now it is crying and clamoring to withdraw its troops. The old devil is trying to appease them!"

"Are they dead? Or are there three? Has it been confirmed?" Ankesor asked urgently and quickly, and there was a hint of comfort in his words.

"The house is turning upside down! You'll know when you go back and have a look!" The old mage Terrence's tone was frivolous and arrogant, and his disdain was palpable.

"This is a rare piece of good news! Let's go back and have a look together!"

The two stopped talking, and opened a portal with all their strength, and returned directly to Klein's plane.

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The dense teleportation light door just opened in the magic hall, and when Ankesor was kicking in and out of the door, the piercing howling of the dracolich had already reached the ear.

Damn, it was really lively!

Ankesor's mental power enveloped the entire magic hall of the Seven Rings Conference, and he had a panoramic view of everything in an instant.

Now he understood why the old mage Terrence had no choice but to go to Xinghai to look for him. It turned out that he was hiding from disaster!

The huge magic hall was originally a sacred place where legendary mages gathered and negotiated, but now, it has been disturbed by a dracolich and turned into a vegetable market that shakes one's head and sighs.

In front of the huge round obsidian conference table, all the legendary mages sat upright, their faces frozen, and they kept nodding and sighing along with the dracolich's cries. But relying on his familiarity with them, Ankesor saw hidden and comfortable smiles on the faces of many people.

And the plenipotentiary sent by the large cemetery, the dracolich Uzel, dressed a little too exaggeratedly.

The robes were torn to pieces and hung on his body, like a poor ghost begging for money and food on the street. There was not a single piece of magic equipment hidden on his body, and even the magic crown above his head was split into eight petals, barely covering his head like a tattered iron ring.

What's even more exasperating is that the dracolich Uzel also tied a thick bandage on his forehead, which was stained with blood. I don't know if the wrapping cloth was forcibly torn off from some mummy's body, and there is still a faint stench of decay for a long time.