Li Xun lay quietly on the bed, silently thinking about his actions tonight, he was really a little helpless, a newcomer like himself who ran a single gang, everywhere he went, he would have some thorns to provoke trouble and find fault, if he didn't do anything about them, he couldn't go on the road ahead. But if you really put them all down, there are still a lot of troubles. From the intelligence alone, it can be seen that everyone who dares to sign up for the magic competition is a backer, and the family is hard.

The two who slapped themselves in the face one after another, one was the Seryek family and the other was the Saron family, both of which were traditional mage families. The latter is just a small emerging family, and after the strongest one is supported by himself, the rest are not to be worried, but the former cannot be underestimated.

The Seryek family, a mage family that has been inherited for more than 700 years, is also considered a medium-sized wealthy family in Dagon, and there are 2 ** masters in the family, which are powerful. That Sassoval is the son of one of the ** divisions, and with this relationship, he really needs to be careful in the future.

However, he is better than being alone, and even if the other party wants to retaliate, he can't find a person to vent his anger, and it is not very likely that he will come to trouble himself directly during the Spell Star Competition, and it is not very likely that he will go to the Thieves Guild. After all, the exchange of interests between Li Xun and the Thieves Guild was just a simple exchange of interests, which was easy to get rid of, and Elena's nervousness was only considering the prospects of the Thieves Guild.

With this unpleasant incident, presumably even if the other party does not come to find fault, the Thieves Guild will have to bear a certain amount of wind pressure. In a country of mages, offending a moderately wealthy family is an unwise move no matter how you look at it, and it will invisibly scare away many potential customers.

However, Li Xun felt that his thighs were also thick now, as long as the Thieves Guild was willing to hug them, he would definitely give them a preferential price. In addition, the soul crystal is about to be unveiled at auction, and the first choice is the auction house in the capital of Breland, which is a month before the magic competition, just in time for those who use gems as marbles to have a rush to buy them.

If this auction can be a big success, his relationship with the Thieves' Guild will be completely stable, otherwise he will always be afraid of being suddenly sold by the other party.

Now that the ranking tournament has ended, there is about 2 months of preparation period in the future, and I can also take the opportunity to take care of the current battlefields of the cemetery clan, after all, my future is there.

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The realm of the dead, February 11 of the new calendar.

It was a filthy quagmire, covering hundreds of acres, with a hint of moisture not found elsewhere in the fishy stench.

Tens of thousands of years ago, it was an endless ocean, but after the changes of time and the passage of the essence of life, the former sea has retreated into countless stinky quagmires like the one in front of me, which only retains a little moisture. At certain times of the day, a faint mist rises here, enveloping the entire quagmire into a strange scene of light smoke and mist.

As the mud flips and flows, a lot of debris will rise from the bottom from time to time, and it will sink again after a flash in the pan on the muddy and filthy water. The most you see here are corpses that have been soaked in the mud for a long time, these humanoid creatures with messy long hair, rotten white and shriveled skin, black hands, and bony bodies, but they are unusually strong.

The sound of thunderous horses' hooves broke the dead silence.

The rattling and rattling sounds were endless, the quagmire that had been dead and silent just now bubbled up like a boiling soup pot, countless heads with long hair scattered appeared on the water, ugly faces covered with sarcomas and abscesses, and a pair of dark red eyes showed a greedy gaze.

"Prey...... Prey ......"

The ghost women let out a sound that sounded like moaning and wailing, and countless withered arms stretched out of the mire, and from a distance it looked like a large withered bush had suddenly appeared.

But when they saw the tall undead knights who had broken through the fog in front of them, they flinched one by one, curled up in the center of the mire, and let out a whimpering sound like a puppy.

The undead knights in front of you are not a delicacy.

Look at the tall and fierce skeleton war horse, the dark color, the body stronger than steel is not what they think "hard and sharp" claws can cut, the undead knights on the horse are all strong, and the thick and strong body armor outside the body has never left the body, as if it is another layer of special skin of the undead knight.

A deep, dim red light filtered through the cracks in the armor, rendering the Undead Knight a monstrous black and red monster. This is a Death Flame, which is the Death Knight's special ability, and its effect is somewhat similar to that of the Blight, but the effect is not as strong, and it has a weak Fear and Weakness effect.

For these uninvited "evil guests", the ghost women with an average level of only 4 only dared to hide in the middle of the quagmire and wave their arms to express their dissatisfaction with being disturbed, but they never dared to take half a step out of the quagmire. The soul coercion of the upper undead is one thing, and more is the fear of the short-handled horse chopping knife with a length of nearly 2 and a half meters hanging on the side of the opponent's horse's head, which is a murder weapon that kills monsters and slays demons.

Arthas, who was leading the way, was irritable by the disturbance of the old ghost women in the distance, and with a soft snort, the super skeleton warhorse man under him stood up, and when he landed, a dark red and gloomy flame aura spread out, and directly burned the mud within 5 meters of his body into a scorched and dry withered land.

The huge energy aura emanating from the gestures of the leader of the knights on the other side immediately shocked this group of uninformed little natives, so they turned over and sank to the bottom of the pool one by one, hiding in their own homes and trembling with fear.

Salsus glanced at the filthy mire in disgust, and shook his head slightly at the other party's choice of such a meeting place. But the task is heavy, so he can only silently strangle the war horse and fall into a state of boring waiting.

The 65 members of the Knights of the Black Blade behind him also stopped one after another, quietly waiting by the side of the leader. There was not even a trace of sound or movement in the black-pressed steel monsters, one by one as if the steel statues were cold, standing steadily in place, only the dark red and bloody soul fire radiated a terrifying and fierce light through the narrow cross-shaped opening of the full duplex mask.

Maybe it was an hour, maybe it was a day, but the motionless Arthas finally raised his head, and the scarlet needle-like soul fire stared at the empty mud field 10 meters away in front of him.

A faint shadow began to emerge, the rune cloth around the body fluttered, the magic spirit on it was shining, and the mystery was abnormal, but because of his short stature, he looked very inconspicuous, it was the shadow dwarf assassin Oro who went out to reconnoitre.

"It's not a good place for you!" Alsace directly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"There's no way around it! Only here are the most rare undead in this area, so it is convenient for you to hide for the time being. Oro spread his hands, and the frivolity in his words reminded Arthas of the butcher's slick fellow.

"What is the situation at the front? When will the attack be launched? ”

"Now! That stupid guy has already poured out of the nest, and the zombie lord's troops are in full swing 300 miles away, and it has been almost half a month before they can tell whether they win or lose. Their base camp is in a plain 70 miles away, and there are about 1,000 undead left behind, and some of them are hard stubble, you have to be careful! ”

"Got it!" Arthas's voice was muffled through the heavy armor, but the excitement in his tone was palpable to everyone. With no superfluous movements, Arthas's iconic heavy sword "Frostmourn" swung with one swing, leaving a long-lasting frost mark in mid-air.

The Black Blade Knights, who were like dead creatures at the last moment, exuded a terrifying murderous aura in the next moment, and the thick and strong hooves of many skeleton war horses slashed, almost in a few fingers, they turned from extremely quiet to galloping at full speed, and under the guidance of the leader, they rushed straight to the predetermined slaughter battlefield.

Oro pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, avoiding the huge hooves of the oncoming horse, and in a turn he appeared on the hip of a horse behind a death knight, and was firmly nailed there. The Death Knight simply glanced back, then continued his horse unmoved, blending into the billowing smoke and dust that rose up.

There were obviously less than a hundred undead knights, but once they formed an array and charged, the aura of condensation made any enemy who faced their blades fearful.

The distance of 70 miles was a quarter of an hour's work for the undead knight, who didn't know what fatigue was, and some of the enemy reinforcements encountered along the way were just zombie skeletons, three or five hundred of them gathered in a group, slowly moving across the open wilderness. For these small fish and shrimp, as long as they are not in the way of the way, the Knights of the Black Blade don't bother to take a detour to clear them one by one, and the arrows of the charge are always pointed directly at the enemy base camp that is already looming in the distance.

The so-called "base camp" is a temporary camp set up by the enemy behind the war group to collect the scattered cannon fodder requisitioned from the rear of the army. Whenever a certain amount is accumulated, it will be led by a special high-level undead to the battlefield more than 200 miles away, as a necessary supplement to the war.

Due to the sluggishness of the low-level undead, many wars between undead lords can last for months, and the number of lost undead varies dramatically depending on the strength of the lord. A level 17 big lord like a zombie lord, in a fight with a lord of the same level, before dispatching his own personal guard legion, it is normal to consume millions of undead.

Therefore, the lord war will have its own set of special war system, and staying in the rear, a steady stream of low-level undead in their territory has become the top priority. At the very least, the scene of war still needs these low-level undead to be maintained, so as to give the elite legion a chance to deliver a fatal blow.

As a result of Arthas's consultation with Skeletron, he was ready to directly raid the undead rear base camp belonging to the side of the Council of the Dead, breaking their line of defeat and cutting off the chain of war.

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