A corner of the woods.

Several skulls with gaping mouths floated in the air, motionless, as if someone had glued them to the air. Gray smoke erupts from their mouths, and the smoke condenses into a ring in which an image is projected. In this magic screen, the Bone Tyrant wields a black serrated sword and engages in fierce battles with several human players.

The screen switches, and the Divine Punishment Knight, Thaumaturgist, Dragon Flame Overlord, Stealth Assassin, Poaching Expert, and Glorious Halberdier appear in turn. The picture is finally fixed on a white-robed sacrifice. The white-robed priest and the other four players marched quickly without delay.

"Calling me to show me this?" The person who had been watching the screen yawned, and his sunglasses hid his eyes. He is a war tycoon and bald eagle who has disappeared since the First World War.

The image cuts off, the screen disintegrates, and the skulls swarm back to their owners, then play a game of chase in the air, which is so lively that it contrasts with the silence of the owner. The owner of the skull asked rhetorically, "What else do you want to see?" ”

"I have to make one thing clear: I don't want to see anything." The bald eagle yawned again. "And it's just the bravery of a combat professional, and it doesn't mean anything to me."

"Maybe. But today is a day to remember, and we are witnesses to history. ”

"Are you talking nonsense, binary?"

The other party's blue ice-like eyes looked back at the bald eagle: "What I said is the truth." ”

Bald Eagle snorted: "What kind of future do you see?" At least what I saw was bad. ”

"I see the future......" the other party looked up at the sky: "I don't know how to describe it." I guess it's 'wonderful'. ”

"Bad taste." The bald eagle shook his head.

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In the woods.

A heavy overlapping knife light lingered in the air for three seconds before it turned back into an ordinary kitchen knife. Starmik took a few steps back, only then did he spew out the breath he was holding heavily, and said with a smile: "Haha, the craftsmanship is not much rusty!" ”

In the next instant, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the player in front of him, and blood sprayed everywhere in an alarming motion. The player raises his hand to cover his neck, but the movement is too big and he drops his head aside, causing a fountain of blood to erupt from the fracture. The blood-soaked body struggled a few times before it fell to the ground.

Starmack looked back and found that Qingyi had finished solving the remaining players, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty is moving so fast!" ”

Starry Night Gate.

The corpse was pulled into the darkness by the powerful suction, and the door slammed shut. With this method, Qingyi, who was in a state full of blood, adjusted the beating frequency of the soul fire and walked to the carriage: "Let's go." "Clumps of bone spurs grew from his footprints, like clusters of white coral.

After the first battle of Qinli Villa, he was finally promoted to level 60, and the 10-level protection system set by the system can be said to be useless. Although the Great God is still unable to attack him, the Watershed player has been able to take the initiative to sneak up on him. If there were enemies of this caliber gathered on the road ahead, he didn't know if he would be able to hold out until he met the Cloud Walker - the Starry Night Gate was not very suitable for use in the heat of battle.

Anigil lay by the window, quietly waiting for her father. It seems that he is not afraid of blood and corpses, and is even a little numb. This kid has amazing (and dangerous) potential, and is more suitable to be a king than Suo'er, Qingyi thought.

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On the border with Salamonro, a farewell ceremony is underway. The representative of Saramonro gave a dry speech by the side of the carriage, trying to pay homage to the Twilight Empire and the Tyrant of Bones. But on the side of the Dusk Empire, only the ambassador came forward to make a joint statement, and the "purple man" did not show up, but it seemed that he was putting on a show. Of course, the representative of Saramonroe was not displeased with this, because he was a member of His Royal Highness the Prince, and he knew some secrets, such as "the Necromantic King was not in the convoy at all", so the other party's rudeness was understandable. In order to finish his errand early, Saramonroe reduced the content of his speech by nearly half for the first time in his life, and after symbolically expressing his blessings, he asked the escort troops to retreat.

On the other side of the border, the long-awaited representative of Astante stepped forward (his legs were paralyzed) and said to the ambassador of the Dusk Empire on the side: "Sir, please. ”

"Okay, let's welcome my Lord together." The ambassador laughed. The ambassador is a half-dead creature, so his expression is indistinguishable from that of a living person.

The convoy rolled slowly, slowly across the border.

The number of Salamonro's escort team was not large, just over a hundred, but the number sent by the Astante side was even smaller, only more than thirty. However, the border of Astante is densely packed with arrow towers and watchtowers, and thirty people are enough. The representative of Astantt dared to boast that this was the safest place for the Dusk Empire's convoy to pass.

At the very moment when the convoy was fully inside the territory of Astant, the earth beneath the first carriage suddenly roared and set off a wave of earth. Those present were unstable on their feet, and could only watch as the carriages shattered one by one in the explosion.

By the time most of the people failed to comprehend what they had witnessed, the representative of Astante was already crying out in his heart that something was wrong. As the party to greet them, they also sent people to check the surrounding environment in advance to check all potential safety hazards, and it was impossible for things to go wrong when greeting. The most important thing now is to stabilize the situation and find out the real culprit, otherwise there is no way to explain to the Twilight Empire. So the Yastant representative shouted with all his might: "Don't panic! Protect Your Majesty the June Sun! "Although he knew that there was no June sunshine in the convoy at all!

The Dusk Empire's ambassador changed his face, took a few steps back, and shouted, but the content of the shout was completely different from the other party: "Damn the Astantes, you intend to assassinate Your Majesty!" As soon as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow shot into his mouth, which had not yet closed, and the arrow pierced out of the back of his head. He stumbled to the ground, and the other envoys of the Dusk Empire were also angry, drew their weapons, and pounced.

"Who's going to do it—" The representative of Astante was about to give the order, but the officer on the side had already pulled him behind him and ordered the arrow to be released. At such a close distance, only half of the soldiers could shoot their bows, and the other half had to draw their short knives and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the men of the Dusk Empire.

The people of Saramonroe across the border are still in a daze. The officer leading the team hurriedly asked, "My lord, what should we do?" ”

"Crossing the national border without presenting its credentials is a provocation in accordance with international practice." A feminine voice replied in place of Saramonroe's representative. Everyone subconsciously looked and saw a graceful blood elf beauty. The beauty was flanked by a large group of sword-dancers in black tights, and these skilled professionals immediately rushed into the Astantes and went on a killing spree. When did they come?

And the representative of Astant, who sat down on the ground, was even more surprised: "Clavisore, why are you here!" I see, you're playing with fire! There are two heroes in our country! ”

"It is because we love to play with fire that our souls burn."

Saying this, the Dusk Imperial Ambassador pounced on him out of nowhere and detonated the "Compression Roaring Detonator" tied around his waist, blowing the Yastant representative to pieces. Flashing arrows lit up all over the forest as an emergency signal, and thousands of archers were presumably mobilized.

And the blood elf beauty approached Saramonroe's side with grace. The soldiers nervously raised their weapons, but slowly lowered them again. Their hearts are so shaken by each other's beauty that they are reluctant to grasp the blade.

No matter where she stands, Clavisol can be the focus. Can temporarily convert a neutral faction into an ally faction as well.

I don't know what Clavisol and Saramonroe's representatives said, and the Saramonroe people immediately turned around and left, as if they wanted to forget this scene completely. On the other side, the Astantes were beaten to the ground, and there was not a single living mouth. The blade dancers put away their blades and began to carefully tidy up the scene, erasing the traces of their visit.

"Thank you for your hard work." Claviso walked over and bowed deeply.

The ambassador, who had only one head left, also smiled: "All for Your Majesty." With that, the fire of his soul was completely extinguished. A blade dancer sticks an arrow into the ambassador's eye socket to make the scam even more realistic.

"Did you use the 'Recording Crystal' to take a live video?"

"Filmed."

"Evacuate at full speed. Spread the news all over the continent. ”

Today was destined to be an unusual day, for in the afternoon the Tyrant of the Bones was attacked in the territory of Astant, and none of the envoys survived; The Bone Tyrant has been resurrected nearby, and his whereabouts are currently unknown. And the magic image of a suspected video of the incident was also sent to the Wizards' Guild as soon as possible, and then spread among the aborigines and adventurers at an alarming speed. Some people say that the representative of Astant, who was in charge of the greeting work, was a hawk who was deeply prejudiced against the Dusk Empire because of the previous massacre of the capital by the Cloudy Sky Singers, so he planned the assassination; It is also said that Saramonro was the mastermind of the assassination, and he waited for the convoy to leave the country, which shows how much resentment King Saramonro has for the invasion of his homeland...... There are many, many other theories, each of which has its own appearance, and even Begbower has been played up by a certain version of the rumors as the mastermind. From all the rumors, it can be seen how unpopular the Twilight Empire is, so much so that no country seems to be against it.

And just before this incident spread across the continent, the "City of Waiting" got the news one step earlier and began to act.

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(This will be stopped, and the serialization will be reopened on March 10th)