"It's too careless, it's too careless! Why are the sewers not inspected? ”

In the base camp of necromantic creatures, Osgilia, Skaul sighed with a 'tone' that hated iron but not steel: "The idiot emperor also used the sewers to conduct raids, and this time is simply a copy of that time, how can you take it lightly as a necromancy?" ”

"I was so nervous that I thought about all the possibilities and ignored the sewer." Nave bowed her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made excuses. ”

"Forget it, it's all over, besides, aren't you all good~~~ end-of-the-road?" Disease-free moaning and groaning sat on the side, sipping snacks with taste. Of course, he had cast a spell to purify the air, or he wouldn't have sat down with the necromantic creatures.

On the 18th, which was actually yesterday, after gaining Ayalotis almost bloodlessly, the commander Neve quickly lost the city. However, no soldiers warned her at the time that there might be hidden dangers in the underground waterways. In the history of mankind, there is no shortage of deeds of some small people who discovered major enemies and helped the motherland turn the tide of war; But in the history of necromantic creatures, there is not even a shadow of such deeds. Intermediate necromantic creatures have the same intelligence as seven-year-olds, but they are less curious and less sensitive than children, and many things they regard as meaningless or unimportant naturally do not pay much attention, so they do not act spontaneously without being commanded. No Necromantic King would be naïve enough to expect his people to remind him. In a way, the Necromantic King doesn't like dictatorship, but has to choose dictatorship.

With a god-level player in charge of chasing and killing, and encountering an invincible puppet army, Nafu was ready to dissipate at that time. She just hated her own sluggishness and stupidity, which made her lose the battle again.

Thankfully, luck was on the necromantic creatures' side this time.

After the thaumaturgist moaned and destroyed an enemy headquarters, "See~~~ ghosts, which one is real?" When he came back bored, he happened to see the first class of freedom, so he fought again, saving Nave's life. The Arcane Puppets who fought with many of their kind were lucky not to be killed by the fire, because most of them were ordered by Bald Eagle to go straight out of the city. According to Scowl's speculation, it was Franchi, who was hundreds of miles away, who shared the pressure.

At night, the creatures took over Ayalotis, showing that Frankie didn't completely stop the other party. At the moment, only Franji may not be "good".

Scowl snapped his fingers: "It's useless to think about it anymore." War, we don't have anything else to do but war. ”

Schroeder, who has never 'interjected'? Bray smiled: "I just like your 'sex' personality!" ”

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In a secluded corner of Osgilia......

The Arcane Doll sat on the ground, setting the cannon aside. And the alloy box, the "militants", is dancing six or seven mechanical arms to repair its breakage. Three normal puppets sit around it, stuck in a state of shutdown.

"The structural adjustment is completed, and the energy 'stick' is 'plugged' in." With the sound of the gears snapping together, a small arm-long, sealed oblong stick was inserted from the Arcane Puppet's back, the outer shell of which was a dark red 'colored' alloy. When the stick snaps into the lock, the metal plate on the Arcane puppet's back closes, revealing only an impermeable slit. Blue light flashed in its eyes, as if it was savoring something: "Confirmed as available energy, no adverse reactions, 51% of the remaining energy, can support standby state for 30 days, can support combat state for 5 hours." ”

Anyone who studies puppets will be amazed if they see this. Puppets have a fixed body structure, a fixed thinking circuit, and a fixed mode of action, and in terms of freedom, they are much inferior to necromantic creatures and otherworldly creatures, but Arcane Puppets are an outlier. Its personality is self-generated, and Fermat has taught it some common sense without any "Three Laws of Magic Puppets" imposed by the maker, and can judge the good or bad of things by himself, and even choose parts to mend for himself! Its body structure is slowly changing, something Fermat hadn't expected!

"Really...... I envy you. Both combat power and rank are higher than mine. "Leaning against the wall, the 'flesh' and 'color' humanoid road." embryonic body No. 3", that's its name. Because it can use soul 'waves' to 'communicate' long, it doesn't change its mouth at all. It just folded its arms, and there was a hint of gloom in its tone.

"You can too." The Arcane Puppet was relieved, but its flat voice was unconvincing. Its previous name was "Embryonic Body 2".

"It's over. The road has come to an end, and there is no potential to be tapped. The other party said.

The embryonic body is the Dusk Empire's name for the corpse cell aggregate. In the past, they were seen as priceless; Now, the only remaining "Embryo 2" is almost forgotten, and even its breeder, Walter 'Bole'? Cullen has also become less serious about it. War is cruel, and those who are capable will be reused, and those who are not outstanding enough can only be reduced to second- and third-rate corners. Now, "Embryo Body No. 3" can only be 'mixed' in the army, and can no longer play the role of a frontal breakthrough.

"I'm useless." Said the Forsaken.

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Yes......

When Bald Eagle finished yawning, he noticed that there was one more person in front of him, so he greeted, "You have finally come." ”

"Good morning, something is delayed. It's not too late, is it? The road to Astantot is complicated. ”

The man spoke Japanese-style English, and Bald knew that he was in fact a Japanese-American. His dress was unremarkable, a set of blue 'color' clothes and a blue 'color' hat, and there were many people dressed like him on any factory assembly line; His white-gloved hands seemed to be wrenched in front of him for a while, and then behind him; His breathing was steady, two seconds at a time, two seconds at a time. He is the only god of life and occupation of the "gospel", and the inventor's treasure bag with the title of "Almighty Hand".

The expression of the treasure bag was very serious, but the corners of the bald eagle's mouth twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but smile: "No matter how many times you listen to it, your accent is still so funny." ”

"I've done my best." The treasure bag scratched his head solemnly: "Well, where does it need to be arranged?" ”

"I said, don't you want to ...... with me" Bald Eagle raised his right hand and made a "go" gesture with his index and middle fingers: "Just get to your destination?" ”

"What's the problem?"

"I think as soon as I get out of the resurrection point, I will be killed by the sect leader." Bald eagle spreads his hands.

"It's possible, but it must be based on the premise that he doesn't need 'Potent Concealment Powder' or other Assassin supplies." The treasure bag said calmly: "Now, let's go." ”

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After a series of wars, the ecosystem of the corpse wetland has been destroyed, and its biological density has long since fallen to a number that even children can read. This situation is exacerbated as temperatures continue to drop. Water resources are dwindling, revealing dry and hard soil, and destroying the already scarce flora and fauna. To survive in this environment, you need to frantically grab all the nutrients you can use.

In a forest, a voice is constantly sounding, sometimes as fine as rain hitting plantains, sometimes crisp as a porcelain bowl falling to the ground. It is important to know that making noises in the treacherous woods can attract hungry predators, but the surroundings are so quiet that nothing dares to disturb the source of the sound. A suffocating, oppressive atmosphere spreads with the sound, enveloping the forest tightly.

The source of the sound is Frankie, who exudes a fierce aura. It crouched on a massive piece of metal and was so preoccupied with eating that it didn't even bother to listen to suspicious movements. It chewed on the corpse of a 'female' player, acting rudely, but eating carefully, leaving no scum left, including the weak soul.

As we all know, the soul of every creature is a fixed value, and as the years pass, the soul keeps emanating and disappearing, and does not slowly grow. For one reason or another, a creature dies, but that is only the decay of its soul and not the dissipation of its soul; When it becomes a necromantic creature, it does not fully acquire the soul origin, but only inherits the soul power that was not used up during its lifetime. So necromantic creatures tend to be weaker than they were when they were alive. Because of this, necromantic beings are not truly immortal, and no matter how powerful they are, they will one day consume their soul power and dissipate.

The above is the law summarized by a group of life professionals from the Joint Research Center, revealing the fate of all necromantic creatures. However, the 'Gate' of the Starry Night and the Demon King's chewing bring another rule, that is, as long as you continue to devour the souls of others, you can increase your soul power and achieve eternal life. After many battles, Frankie's soul fire became stronger and stronger, and it was because of this reason. It has even 'touched' the threshold of the hero's 'door', but that tiny distance, but I don't know how long it will 'take' to cross, maybe a year or two, maybe decades. However, Frankie has hope, and countless high-level combat professionals or high-level monsters will not be able to touch this 'door' threshold in their lifetime.

After eating the corpse, Frankie raised his head and sniffed. There is no smell of living people flowing in the air, and it seems that the living player is no longer afraid to set foot here, and it must find a new interception point. However, there is no better place for guerrilla warfare than the woods, and once it is encircled, it is likely to lose the opportunity to escape, and its life will end here, and it will remain outside the 'gate' threshold forever. That wasn't what it wanted, so it decided to abandon the 'Sao' plan and rush back to the rear.

With a heavy claw on its four paws, its body disappeared into the shade of the trees like a ghost. The metal tattered that it used as a stepping stone disintegrated, and it was vaguely apparent that it was a scrapped puppet. Please keep in mind the URL, if you like Qianjiang 'Hua' Huo wrote "Online Game of the Dead's Journey"