Thousand Blades of Death

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This is a wooden room.

Without any decoration, the wood structure is exposed, and the simple design like a log cabin. However, the height of the room from the floor to the ceiling is five meters, and the length and width are more than twenty meters.

There are hardly any furniture items, only a huge mirror hanging on the wall and a huge, sturdy and huge table, and chairs around the table.

There were a few people sitting on the chair, and on the table in front of them were many parchment rolled into cylinders-scrolls containing magic.

"Next, this is the last one, the reel of the transmission system."

With this high-pitched voice, which seemed to be too much for a young girl, a scroll was placed on the table again.

The man who took out the scroll was a human woman in a maid costume.

The young girl has a lovely look, with hairstyles with two round buns tied around her head. However, her body exudes a unique atmosphere, the most unique of which is her eyes.

Although the eyes are round, they don't have the light as if they were fitted with inferior glass marbles. Not only that, they never blinked.

Her slender body was wrapped in a magical maid costume, and the part equivalent to the collar stood up, blocking her neck completely. She didn't show any skin except her face.

She is one of the fighting maids-Antema Vahirisa Zeta.

"So, Master Corsetes, please accept these."

——After Antema said nothing, she picked up the bag at her feet and took out several pairs of parchment rolled into a cylinder.

"These are the "Message" scrolls. Listen to Master Anz said that these scrolls are made using the skin that Lord Dimiuguos worked hard to get. Master Anz said that if there are problems during use, I hope to be able to return them."

"Really... I see. I will investigate if there is a problem."

Corsetus raised one of his four hands and picked up several reels from the reels he passed over.

"As a result, Dimiuguos opened the gap again."

Corsetus smiled so bitterly to the servants around him. The servants smiled when they heard it.

Cosettes was holding a piece of parchment and was in deep thought.

His job is to defend Nasarik.

This heavy responsibility is probably more important than any orders received by other guardians. No matter which servant is asked, it will be answered that this is an important task. Because it is impossible to let the lowly generations step into the dwelling place of the Supreme Supreme.

However, without the intruder, it is impossible to prove the faithful and hard work of Corsetus.

Therefore, Cosettes wants to achieve results.

For the guardian, helping his master brings great joy. Cosettes also wanted to taste that joy.

Now this opportunity is at hand.

Cosettes turned his head to look at the scene in the mirror and clenched the scroll.

What appears in the mirror is not the indoor scene, but the scene of a wetland. That's right, the scenery reflected in this far-end perspective mirror is exactly the reason why the small chalet built by Kosetsos in this Aula for two days.

This war-no, as far as the forces of the absolute underground grave of Nasalik are concerned, this is a massacre, but only a means of recovering corpses. Upon receiving this mission, which was arguably a harvest festival, the owner of Corsetus also gave him several orders.

The first is to prohibit Corsetus from appearing. Of course, his servants must also obey. The problem can only be solved by the assigned troops.

The second is that the deceased magician assigned to his commander must be kept until the end.

The third is that all actions are judged on their own.

Although there are a few more details, but these are the larger commands.

At present, only the troops sent to the lake must be used to win, but as long as they can successfully win, they can show their loyalty to the great master.

"Hard work, please express your gratitude to Master Anz."

Antema nodded softly listlessly.

"So... are you going back?"

"No, I have received instructions to witness the result of this war here."

It was originally sent to the warlord.

Cosettes judged in this way that he felt very enthusiastic about being given heavy responsibility.

So, it's almost time to start acting.

Cosettes launched a "message" and ordered the commander of the Legion of Undead.

-March.

A bonfire stood on each side of the stepped-up platform, and its surrounding light was shining.

There are several lizard men standing on the platform, including important figures such as the chiefs of various tribes and the leaders of various tribes.

In the square in front of the platform, there are many lizardmen ready to fight, and the drum noise of these lizardmen is like waves. Anxiety, anxiety, and fear-they try to cover up these emotions, and they still can't suppress the shaking in their hearts.

The next thing to start is a war. The friend next to him may become a corpse in the next moment, and the person who fell to the ground may be himself. This cruel battlefield is the place to go later.

Xia Xiliu, Xia Xia stood out from the patriarchal group, interrupting such noise.

"Lizardmen, listen!"

A majestic voice sounded, and the square was immediately silent, making Chasius' voice particularly loud.

"I admit that there are many enemies."

There were no noises, but everyone could clearly see the atmosphere in the square called shaking.

After staying for a while, Xia Si opened his voice again.

"But, don't be afraid! Our five tribes have forged alliances like never before. After this alliance, we became a tribe at this moment. So, the ancestors of the five tribes will protect us-even different tribes. Ancestors will also protect us."

"Dear chief priests!"

Hearing the call, Kool Xiu, who was at the rear, led the chief priests of the five tribes to take a step forward, and then took off his clothes to reveal white scales.

"This is Corsair Lulu, who leads the chief priest!"

After hearing the introduction of Xia Si Liu, Kerr continued to move forward.

"Let the ancestors go down!"

"--Listen, our children of the big tribe!"

What kind of tribe is this new tribe?

Ko Erxiu talked endlessly with a determined attitude. The voice is sometimes high, sometimes low; sometimes it is like roaring, sometimes like singing.

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