Thousand Blades of Death

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If this is not a human story, it must be the realm of mythology.

Sarius shivered violently. Because he found himself provoking enemies beyond expectation and absolutely not provoking.

However, I originally gathered everyone here with the awakening of awakening. How can I be afraid of launching this outrageous battle? I already know that the opponent is a strong enemy beyond imagination, and the point is how to deal with such a situation.

"Not possible, it should be a phantom."

Everyone present heard this, and all of them briefly showed expressions like "What are you talking about?" The other party is indeed still, but their sense of existence is quite clear, and they also exude a creepy momentum. It can never be just a phantom.

However, this remark is confusing because the person so determined is the patriarch of the "small tooth" clan. It is absolutely impossible for him to say such things because he was crazy.

"What is the basis of your saying?"

Facing the question of Sarius, the patriarch of the "Little Teeth" answered confidently:

"We have sent scouts in turns, but no one has seen such undead. If there are so many people, it is absolutely impossible not to find them. Of course, all the scouts sent by turns returned safely."

"It turns out...but I still don't think it's a phantom."

"...But...No, maybe it's not a phantom. If it's not a phantom, you can think of using tunnels and other means. If there is a tunnel, you can explain why they can't be found. Come here."

"It doesn't matter whether it's digging through the tunnel or flying from the sky. What should we do? Although they don't seem to want to fight, they don't feel like they are going to negotiate."

"It seems so... However, considering the previous situation, I think the other party should take some action..."

Sarius stared at the skeleton army.

He wanted to find the enemy commander who should be in the line-at this time, a bit of cold wind suddenly blew through. Not only once, the cold wind kept blowing.

Such a sudden and unusually bitter cold wind is by no means a natural phenomenon, and you can be sure that it must be caused by magic.

"Wind? Hey... No! Is this a different kind of magic, how is it possible..."

"...Maybe you can't believe it, but listen to me, Sarius. I originally thought that the previous weather changes were caused by the fourth-level magic "Cloud Control", but I was wrong. "Cloud Control" 』Although it can control the cloud, it can’t produce such a cold wind. Therefore, this is not just to control the cloud, but to change the weather or the weather. That is to say, I think that the other party launched the sixth order magic-"weather Control"."

However, that kind of magic belongs to a field that I can't use, so I don't have much confidence-Kool Xiu lowered his voice and said in a voice that others could not hear.

Sarius knew how amazing the field of sixth-order magic was. That magic belongs to an area where even the strongest adversary, Igfa, which Salus had experienced since his martial arts, cannot be used. It is also considered to be the highest order magic in the world.

"Hey, hey, I always think everyone looks bad."

Rembel muttered clearly the surrounding atmosphere.

This period of cold wind is unlikely to appear-that is, this is a natural environment change that is beyond common sense. This lowered the morale of the lizardmen to the bottom of the valley.

The last time was just the extent of the cloud. If you only manipulate the cloud and let the priests set up a huge campfire to hold the ceremony, you can still do it. However, as soon as the lizardmen feel the wind like autumn, they know that the other party has abnormal power, enough to control the uncontrollable natural phenomenon of climate.

"Huh, the other party started to act."

Sarius gritted his teeth, using his willpower to suppress the tail that he wanted to shake violently. Was it really at this time-he thought so.

After the orderly Skeleton Army stepped on like a ruler and began to move forward, the surrounding warrior-level lizardmen immediately panicked, and some people gave a low growl of warning. However, Sarius, who observed the movement of the Skeleton Army, had a different opinion. That was not an attempt to go to war.

Just as Salius and Renbeer demanded that the panicked lizardman calm down--

"--calm down!"

The screams shook the air as the mountains and rivers swallowed.

All of them looked in the same direction, and their eyes were all on Xia Shiliu.

"I'll say it again, calm down."

In the space where all the sounds are lonely, only the voice of confidence and majesty lingers in my ears.

"Also, don't be afraid, warriors. Never let the ancestors behind you be disappointed."

Chasliu passed through the calm, silent lizard crowd and came to Salius.

"Brother, what did the other party do?"

"Well, brother, although they started to move... but it doesn't seem to be ready to fight."

The five hundred skeletons that started to move were arranged in ten horizontal rows.

"What do they want to do?"

The Skeleton Army seemed to be waiting for this question, and began to act again.

The team was separated from the middle to the two sides under the perfect command of no difference, so that a space about the size of twenty skulls was vacated, and there was a figure in that space.

The figure is not very large, even if it is two hundred and fifty meters apart, it can be seen that the figure is petite.

The man was wearing a dark robe and exuded a terrible evil breath. The dress is similar to that of the powerful enemy dead magician who fought yesterday. Therefore, the other party should also be a magic chanter.

However, there is a decisive difference between the two, that is strength.

Seeing that figure of Sarius, there was a chill in his back. His instinct tells himself that the person who is now showing up is like a baby and a warrior compared to yesterday's great magician.

Even if it is so far away, you can still feel the evil and cold atmosphere radiating from the whole body. Not only that, the armed forces of the other party are also different realms.

Death that seems irresistible-the embodiment of the absolute ruler.

"The ruler of death...?"

Sarius couldn't help but blurt out a sentence best suited to describe this monster, and this sentence completely hit the core.

That man is the king who rules death.

The lizards who looked nervously at the dead ruler made a panic sound together. At this time, a huge hemispherical magic array of ten meters long, spread outward with the magic chanter as the center.

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