To put it bluntly, Black Man City is just a Dominion, although it has the title of "Adventurer's Paradise", which it has put gold on its face, and although it claims to have a history of thousands of years, it is still a bitter edge city, and it can only survive on the ancient elven ruins in the Black Forest. When this "historic city" gradually detached itself from the central field of politics and economy, and began to live a peaceful life with pleasure, he never imagined that one day he would fall into such a situation.

Just when the adventurers in the underground market were being beaten by an A-class demonic beast and a large group of bear goblin cavemen, on the hill not far from the Black Mancheng City, a tall figure wearing a jet-black robe and a Ugin mask on his face was standing. The delicate mask was shiny black with a narrow sight hole, but through it there was no visible sight hole. However, the people nearby could feel that a chilling gaze shot out of the sight hole, staring at the ruined ancient city below the mountain.

"Originally, I thought that the next time I stepped into the land beyond the dark canopy, the first victim in front of me would probably be some legion or city of the Learned Alliance. I really didn't expect it to be such a dilapidated ancient city. The tall black-robed figure let out a leisurely gasp, his voice was so low that he couldn't even distinguish between men and women, but with a peculiar sense of rhythm.

"Black Manga City? I thought he should have been abandoned two hundred years ago, but I didn't expect it to still exist today! ”

"If you don't save zài, won't it be a lot less fun." Behind the black-robed man, an elegantly toned male voice sounded. It was a man dressed in plain traveler's clothing, with no distinctive physique, hairstyle, or appearance, and a smile on his face, but it gave people a sense of incomprehension.

"Your Excellency Belkiel, a simple war will not please me, especially such an unequal war, and I will not have any fun at all."

"That's a faux pas, my lordship. However, I heard that although the city is ruined, there are still many powerful adventurers among them. If Angmar-sama had planned carefully, he might have been able to make his legion even stronger. ”

"As long as the input and output are proportional, I don't mind. That's not our main purpose, though. The black-robed man who was called Angmar seemed unmoved and said indifferently.

"Yes, we have to prepare for war with Black Manchu City, but war is not the main purpose." Belkiel smiled slightly, and then he bent down and gave the other party a gentlemanly salute of the utmost elegance: "I haven't thanked Lord Angmar for his warm sword drawing." I would like to begin by expressing my sincere gratitude on behalf of our Lord and the sleeping Lord Parkens. ”

"Since we are all in the same lineage as the true gods, both I and Lord Kazan are willing to fulfill our obligations for our ancient covenant. The demonic beasts near the Black Forest also participated in this operation, didn't they all accept the edict of the King of Rock Hide? ”

"Therefore, I must also rush to the Cave of Nils and thank His Majesty Mullens in person." Belkiel nodded to the other party: "So, that's it." ”

"Interesting. You're ready to leave before it's done? ”

"My strength has been affected by the primeval enchantment, and I can't play half of what I used to be, not to mention that after being hit by the brilliant sword qi of a certain Nord girl, I am still healing, so I won't stay to cause trouble."

Angmar didn't stop her, she just nodded noncommittally and didn't look at the other person again.

Belkiel nodded and smiled, his fingers gently rubbing, and his body disappeared into a magical light curtain that suddenly appeared, quickly disappearing. …,

No sooner had the man disappeared than the sound of heavy iron boots hitting the ground could be heard behind Angmar's head. It was a tall and burly figure, covered in jet-black armor that could not even reflect the sun, a knight's overlay helmet that covered his head and face, a cloak that was black on the outside and red on the inside, and a rune sword that exuded cold air hung from his waist.

This is a powerful death knight.

Behind the dark canopy of Henas, the knights of the Death Knights, the council of the dead composed of lichs, and the patriarchs of the Blood Clan constitute the ruling class of the undead realm under the command of Kazan, the Lord of the Plague.

"Even the punctuation marks in the words of the Abyss Alchemist are full of vicious traps and deceptions. You really don't have to be so polite with him. The Death Knight said to Angmar in a tone of admonition.

"But I don't have to offend him, do I?" Angmar asked rhetorically.

The Death Knight didn't say anything. Perhaps, these living dead were originally a bunch of taciturn people.

At this time, two more figures came up from the bottom of the mountain.

One of them was draped in dark red scale armor, the decoration was so intricate and elaborate that it was almost a work of art, a purple dovetail cloak on the back, and a runic sword hanging from his waist. However, judging from the occasional dim green light on the scabbard, it can be seen that the magic attribute of this sword should be biased towards poison. His height is naturally not as tall as the two on the mountain, but from a human point of view, he can be regarded as slender and fit, his facial features are extremely handsome, and there is an evil attraction between his eyebrows and eyes. It's just a pity that his skin is not only bloodless, but even has an offensive grayish white, as if he is dead.

This is a typical vampire. The fact that he was able to walk in the sun without any protection showed that his rank and strength in the clan were indeed not low.

The other one was not so much coming up as he was floating. His body was short and clumsy, and his black robes similar to Angmar's were completely down, and his face was covered with a silver mask. However, compared with the tall and majestic former, the latter is a lot more obscene. He was holding a staff decorated with a crystal skull in his hand, and there were many intricate rune decorations on the corners of his robes, and he was obviously a necromancer of no lower rank, and even a lich.

"Master Angmar." A look of surprise appeared on the vampire's face, and then he bowed respectfully: "I didn't expect you to personally command this time." ”

"The city doesn't need me yet, and besides, I have other things to do." Angmar stared condescendingly at the vampire nobles with unseen eyes, "This time, the command of the siege is handed over to Salazzo. ”

"Your Excellency Salazzo?" The blood nobleman glanced at the death knight beside him with salty eyes, but said, "I will definitely obey the orders of His Excellency Murazo." ”

"You'd better be." Angmar replied lightly. His tone was flat as if there was no fluctuation of emotion, but the abyss-like bottomless magic coercion had swept away with his words, as if it had turned into an invisible long whip, and it slammed into the heart of the bloodsucking noble.

The vampire had no sweat glands, so he didn't sweat profusely, but his face was even paler, and there was even a visible blush and black in his bloodless cheeks.

"In, in the next will never dare to make a mistake."

Angmar ignored the determined vampire nobleman and said to the Death Knight beside him, "Then, Murazo, this is up to you." ”

"The Death Knights under the command of Xia Guan are ready at any time." Salazo put his fist to his chest and performed the standard knightly etiquette, "In one day, we can bloody this city." ”…,

"No, I don't need you to do that. Don't you understand the meaning of this battle? ”

"This, subordinates ......"

"Every Death Knight is the most important Praetorian Guard and sword under my lord's command, and there is no need to waste it in a senseless siege. Otherwise, when I need to slit the throats of those stupid magicians with you, won't I be blunt. ”

"The subordinates are stupid...... However, if we only rely on those rabble of demonic beasts, we will not be able to cause enough damage to the walls of Black Mancheng! ”

"Cannon fodder is cannon fodder because it can be ready at any time." Angmar looked at the diminutive necromancer, "Is that so?" Dr. Modell? ”

"Yes, my lordship." The necromancer's strange and shrill voice came from behind the silver mask that covered his face: "After all, Black Man City is an ancient city with a history of thousands of years, and there are cemeteries everywhere outside the city. In addition, for more than a thousand years, countless adventurers who wanted to make a fortune have been buried in this black forest, and although their souls are a little more rebellious, the strength of their corpses is considerable. The villain brought three of his colleagues, as well as two dozen apprentices, and soon he was able to pull up a spectacular army. ”

"Sounds so reassuring. That qiē will be handed over to you. Angmar nodded, and he raised a hand and waved it to the sky. Soon, a small black dot appeared in the distant sky, growing larger and larger from far to near.

"By the way, I've heard that there is a traitor from the Learned Alliance who seems to be ready to contact us during this time. Is there such a thing? ”

By this time, the small black dot in the sky had become as big as a sparrow.

"Yes, I have sent a team of people into the city to meet him." The vampire replied, "But there is no response now, it is estimated that there is less luck." ”

"Oh? That's a shame. Angmar sighed and said no more.

He just sighed.

At this time, the small black dot was already as big as a crow. Ordinary people can also recognize the true form of the black dot with the naked eye.

It was a bone dragon, a monster that had lost its scales, muscles, and soul, but had been evoked by undead magic. However, it is not a bone dragon, his skeleton is not the color of white and corpse-like burnt yellow, but a deep and palpitating black, as if wrapped in an ominous aura. The cold aura of magic became more and more obvious with the approaching dragon body, if it was an ordinary person present, I am afraid that from the body to the soul would be directly frozen.

To be precise, this is supposed to be a ghost dragon, the bones of the bone dragon have been purified by dark magic, making it more powerful, and then sacrificing the souls of higher creatures to give it false life and intelligence.

The ghost dragon landed on the ground, setting off a foul storm, and the dragon's head glanced around, the dark green soul fire flickering in its eyes, and finally bowed down respectfully, revealing the ornate saddle on its back.

Angmar stepped into the saddle of the ghost dragon, tugging at the long stiff rope, glancing at her men once more.

"The outcome is up to you. May the wisdom of our Lord guide you. ”

The ghost dragon roared silently, flapping the wings of its long-lost flesh and soaring into the air once more. It went much faster than it came, and in a matter of seconds it turned into a small black dot on the horizon again. PS: Why do you have to work hard during the day and manage the company's affairs at night, and you have to code words weekends! It's going to be on the shelves next week, and I can't even get out the 20,000-word manuscript! I really want to play Birail, I really want to play the old roll! I really want to watch the second season of Sister Cannon, I really want to see the giant Ariyaki! At the end of the course, I need to submit an outline of a movie script or a 20-episode TV drama script, but I haven't started writing it yet! I just want to be a cute girl in the book.,Find some good friends.,For Mao, it's said that it's a master of abuse! You can't afford to hurt the hard-working silk literary youth! In addition, Miss Wind and Sister Artoria must start with it, because these two are basically famous flowers and I am often porridge......

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