The ghost fleet is a strong force of the "Huaxia" Lancang Dragon King River fireworks, and it can be said that it has no opponent except for the super-level Warcraft groups in various oceans.

The cause of this strong team is when Jiang Huahuo was still a demon dragon. He devoured the souls (soul fire) of countless living beings with [Soul Killing], and the resentment (spiritual imprint) in it was entwined around his body, which he could not be relieved of, and always caused him to fall into irritability and rage. Later, after listening to the words of his mentor and generals, he imitated the river mussel and the pearl, and condensed the resentment into blood and bones in his body, and then excreted it from his body. Blood bone is a light and strong material, and most importantly, it is almost endless, as long as Jiang Huahuo uses [Soul Killing] on any target with a soul, it can create a lot of them, and there is no place to use them.

After that, he met Pisa, a ranger who had died in the defense of Lanhui City (in a soul state at the time), and after completing the task assigned by Pisa, he used his blood and bones to shape his body. Not only that, but the inspired Jiang Huahuo also built a ship out of blood and bones, and the resentment emanating from the hull of the ship will automatically attract the dead who die in the sea and recruit them to become the sailors of the blood ship. And so, the Ghost Fleet came out. It comes and goes with the fog, always mysterious.

Pizza is a relatively mediocre one in the hero level, and the stunt is [Dividing River] - this trick was learned from my father, not self-created. When he became Captain Ghost, he comprehended a magic [Trident of the Sea God], making him one of the overlords of the sea. It can be seen that for both the player and the NPC, an excellent skill can add a lot of points to themselves.

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"Gothic" continent, Inquisition.

There was nothing decorated in the hall, except for the snow-white walls, crimson floors, and stained glass of the church. I don't know how this building was designed, the lighting is not good at all, and there are large shadows in the hall. At the end of the hall is a three-meter-high cross, in front of which is a long table with a candlestick. Several men in coarse cloth robes knelt in silence at the long table, their fingers crossed and their fists on their chests, their eyes closed, their lips moving, and they did not know which prayer they were reciting. Their heads were bowed, and most of their faces were hidden in the shadows, revealing only their resolute chins.

The dome of the hall is a round arch that, for some reason, is always reminiscent of a guillotine on a guillotine. Even though the door was open, no wind blew in, so that even the curtain was cast of iron, and everything did not move. A faint sense of depression fills this space, making people's hearts feel depressed.

A man also dressed in a cloth robe walked in and said in a muffled voice, "We have just received a secret letter from the cardinal's office, and we are leaving." ”

"Where to go?" A man looked up and asked.

"'Gospel,' Olquila. Their king also sent a letter asking for help. ”

"I hate that place."

Everyone got up, but one man remained on his knees, reciting prayers silently, as if he were deaf. A cloth-robed man approached a little closer and asked tentatively, "Commander?" To go—"

Syllable!

The questioner was punched out and lost a tooth! But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stand up, cover his cheeks and leave quickly, and his nosebleed fell on the red floor with a tick, and he was ignored in the blink of an eye.

Slowly retracting his fist, the man was expressionless, neither angry nor irritated, as if the punch just now was just thrown casually. He had a round head, a cleanly shaved chin, and looked very capable; But his eyelids drooped, but he was a little listless, and he didn't know if he was sleep deprived. He got up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the hall.

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The Empire of Twilight, Isengard.

Once the "No. 1 Iron Gate on the Continent", it was now full of countless necromantic creatures. If one looks closely, one can see that they are organized in the form of an army.

Skeletons are the lowest class of soldiers, with very little equipment on their bodies, except for a rusty weapon and at best a pitted helmet. Even then, they will not be afraid to come into direct contact with the enemy, since they have a number of almost ten thousand. Under the Sea of Skulls tactic, even enemies who are several times stronger than them will die without a place to be buried.

Zombies are second-class soldiers. Their muscles are stiff and powerful, and they can resist all kinds of cold weapons, so they can be said to be the best meat shield. Their attacks also carry a certain degree of corpse poison damage, and the poisoned person is weak and unresponsive, which can cause a great medical burden to the enemy and indirectly affect the implementation of strategy and tactics.

Ghosts are soldiers of the same level as zombies, but they are generally not used in frontal combat. They are not damaged by swords, and even magic has little effect on them. They are scouts, who can find out everything but will not be destroyed. Some captain-level wraiths can even cast some psychic spells that interfere with the mental state of the enemy commander, causing the enemy command to fail.

The team of ghost wolves and ghost hounds is undoubtedly a strike team, their attack power is high, their speed is fast, their vitality is tenacious, although it is not the strongest class of necromantic creatures, but it is the best class. They come and go like the wind, they are cunning and cautious, and they are excellent at blitzkrieg, sports and guild battles. Some players who have played StarCraft affectionately call them "puppy", presumably on the same level as a rush-type class. Led by Frank "Bloodclaw", they are sure to strike fear into the hearts of all enemies.

The Necromantic Beasts are the strongest class under the Bone Tyrant. They either came out of their own workshops with a lot of metal parts inlaid on their bodies; Or come out of the Colosseum, where the soul is much stronger than other necromantic creatures. They are dismissive of other classes because they are not on the same level at all. They are the embodiment of the efforts of the Necromantic Repairer and the Necromantic Tuner, and their muscular strength is outstanding, and even the iron door will be loosened under a single impact, which is the most suitable for attacking tough battles. If you want to attack a city, they act as battering rams. Although they are not at the captain level, with their superior soul fire, they can temporarily command other classes and cooperate with the battle.

These necromantic creatures were practicing on the battlefield when their bodies suddenly trembled, and at the same time they raised their heads and shouted a military trumpet! They stopped what they were doing, and they came together like rivers entering the sea, forming a behemoth of 30,000 people! The behemoth was just a breath, and the thick dead qi formed a mist on it, and then slowly rose high into the sky and merged into the clouds.

And then......

Slowly but surely, this behemoth headed towards Snow City! Figuratively speaking, it's like a giant worm.

"It seems that the number of people is still a little smaller, but it should be enough, and there are not too many people needed for surprise attacks." Qingyi put his hand on the edge of the basket, looked down and was very satisfied. It was the first time he had mobilized Issinger's defenders, and it felt pretty good. "Faster!"

Listening to the king's words, several night peregrine falcons that pulled the airship screamed and flapped their wings vigorously. At high speed, the "Fermat Airship" arrived at Snow City in just over ten minutes, leaving the necromantic army far behind.

Snow City has been renovated and rebuilt by Master Patra, but there doesn't seem to be any building or facility in use other than the docks. On the docks, Captain Ghost Pizza sits on a wooden crate, sipping rum.

I really should have you an iron hook or a table leg! And there are eye patches! Qingyi spoofed the image of Pizza in his heart, and walked up with open arms: "Captain Pizza, thank you for helping me." I really don't know what to say to say thank you. ”

Pizza wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, also stood up, smiled and accepted the hug, and patted Qingyi's vest hard: "Your Majesty June Sunshine, this is just a trivial matter!" Although I don't work for necromantic forces, I'm also a necromantic creature, there's no doubt about it! It's my honor to serve the Necromantic King! I don't know what you need me to do? Isn't it going to make me fight on land? ”

"How so, hehe, I need your fleet!" Qingyi pointed to the big ship in the distance.

Pizza's eyes deepened: "Oh? Tell me more about it. ”

Qingyi simply squatted down, took out a quill (he really carried it everywhere), and drew two circles on the top of the wooden box: "This is Oorgillia, this is Ayalotis." ”

Then there was a stroke: "This is the Via Cord, the 'Ring of Fractures'." ”

After one stroke, there were three more circles. Seeing the difference, Pisa picked up the conversation: "This is the 'City of Waiting', Isenger and Snow City. And then what? ”

"This is the starry ocean, this is the sea of bones, and then ......" Qingyi casually sketched a twisting curve, which was the coastline, and the plane was divided into three parts by the curve and the one just now: "This is Orquila." I need you, to transport the army for me, to come here. ”

A new circle appears at the bottom left of the curve, forming a three-legged pattern with Ayalotis and Osgilia.

Pisa was a little surprised: "Lal Harleen?!" Are you trying to take advantage of Osgilia's firepower to sneak up on the empty garrison of Lal Haren? ”

"Well, that's what I thought. If you play head-to-head combat, this time it's probably not a good time. If you don't want to lose, you can only survive in death. Qingyi readily admitted.

"You're a bold man, bolder than any Necromantic King in history." Pisa immediately ran to his fleet: "I'll go and tell my subordinates to prepare!" ”

"So, you agreed!" Qingyi was overjoyed, he didn't expect this to go so smoothly when he came.

"Needless to say! But Your Majesty, I want you to do me a favor after that, it won't take up too much of your time, hahaha! Pizza looked back and waved his hand.

I knew it...... Qingyi rolled her eyes. Yes, it's not for nothing to find someone to help, so it's a new task. Let's hope the quest isn't about another hero......

Swish!!!

Well?

The body is about to break again? …… This feeling is ......

Qingyi's eyelids jumped, he turned around through gritted teeth, and said to the person who suddenly appeared: "You're here again, Yu Qingfeng!" ”

The big sleeves of the comer fluttered, and the momentum was like a sword, and it was really Yu Qingfeng. He ignored Qingyi's anger and said very seriously: "I want to think about it, but I still can't just sit back and watch you being tortured and killed. Let's do special training. ”