Chapter 0231 Prepare for War

The city of Rasmufer, where the Bloodfiend had been, was like a poor and dirty village compared to this place. Whether it is in the beauty of the architecture or the display of magical power, this place has reached the extreme of the dark elves, and perhaps the only one who can win here is the legendary dark elf main city at the bottom of the dark region, Mosobrei City. The city of Kazanmoyes is the embodiment of the dominion of the dark elves of the mid-level Dark Realm, and it is difficult to understand why the Drow can be called the overlord of the Dark Realm without coming here.

Here, you can't kill as casually as you do in the wild. The Blood Demon sniffed lightly, and even the air was filled with a disgusting smell of magic, it seemed that there were definitely quite a few magicians here. These are nasty people who can kill themselves.

The bloodfiend's fluffy, spiky wolf snout shrunk slightly, expressing displeasure in a way unique to the gnoll, before turning into the nearest tavern. If you want to inquire about information, you can go to the tavern, which seems to have become a very vulgar thing, but as long as it works, it will still be followed by people in the future.

The current time, according to the sign of the city of Kaizanmoyes, should be around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but the tavern is still crowded with all kinds of drunkards. As far as the eye can see, the famous races in the underground can basically find one or two representatives here, of course, only at the lower level.

The Blood Demon looked at the room full of "food" but was not very interested. He is no longer hungry when he was weak, and he no longer pursues the previous large amount of blood when he chooses "blood food", but begins to taste the deliciousness of blood. Of course, the so-called delicious refers to the energy soaked in the blood, so in his opinion, the blood of the caster is the sweetest, although the magic caster has the same energy, but it is a little spicy, and the ordinary warrior can only mix a full stomach.

The room full of "food" in front of him really has to be picky, and he really can't find many high-quality products that can make him feast. The Blood Fiend is not very sensitive to the perception of spells, but it does not prevent him from judging the energy level of an object from the smell of blood coming out of his body. This point-to-heart detection method can be even more difficult to prevent.

Therefore, his gaze lingered on a kobold for only a few more seconds, and then quickly moved to the tavernkeeper's body, and strode forward. I didn't expect to meet a kobold warlock here.

The kobold warlock in animal skin had a decent sense of danger, and as the Bloodfiend's greedy gaze lingered on it, a pinprick sting pain caused it to look around blankly, knocking over the wine glass it was holding in its hand in a panic. Several of the accomplices around him were stunned at first, and after whispering a few words to it, they all stood up and scanned the entire tavern, finally focusing their eyes on the strange-looking Blood Demon.

A few reckless men were about to come up and look for trouble, but they were stopped by a thin cloaked man behind him who was half-hidden in the shadows, and sat down again, but still a little unconvinced, leaning sideways and glaring angrily at the Blood Fiend.

The Blood Fiend didn't care about this, maybe that boss did have a lot of strength, but in the face of a blood manipulator who could completely crush a melee professional, a level 11 thief was not enough.

The barkeeper is a mutated minotaur, and the reason why he is mutated is because he does not see the sturdiness and recklessness of the surface minotaur at all, but is round like a big wine barrel. If it weren't for his typical bull head on his barely visible neck, the Blood Fiend wouldn't have guessed his race.

A few shiny gold coins spun rapidly on the table, shiny in the light of the torches in the room, except for a few dark brown rust spots in the corners. After "robbing" 2 small-scale caravans, there are a lot of strange things in the Blood Demon's storage bag that can't be explained for any purpose, and there will be no shortage of these underground gold coins.

The big thick hand of the Minotaur boss gently wiped it on the table, and barely saw him move, and the few gold coins disappeared without a trace. With this method alone, he has already overtaken some thieves who think they are nimble. The rust spots on the corners of the gold coin were not really rust spots, but dried and coagulated bloodstains, which were easy to tell for a well-informed man. But this also means that the other party is only paying some recent "loot", or those that are not taken seriously.

The Minotaur boss had a silly smile on his honest face, but there was a bean-sized essence flashing in his eyes that had become fat into a line, and he didn't seem to feel the threatening aura of the blood demon at all, so he leaned into his ear and whispered directly.

After a brief exchange, the Blood Demon dodged through a narrow door at the back, and was led by a wearress with heavy makeup into a small guest room on the second floor. After settling the room, he didn't even need to chase away the guests, but after two rubs beside him, the maid walked away with a pale smile on her face.

In the corner of the kitchen, next to a wooden barrel where waste was discarded, the Minotaur boss with filth at the corner of his mouth had just stopped vomiting and straightened up against the wall. A whirlwind suddenly blew around him, bringing him to a stumbling position, and a slender figure was already lying on his stomach where he had just been.

A lizardman cook who was busy in the kitchen sweating profusely couldn't help but worry: "Boss, I just said that those black and dirty steaks are not from the right source, you have to be greedy, this is ......"

", it's not those things, it's ......"

The Minotaur boss scolded a few words angrily, and as soon as he mentioned the "character" just now, he couldn't help but think of the blood that came out of his mouth, stomach, and even bone marrow when he spoke in that guy's ear just now. The stomach that had just calmed down began a new round of overturning, and the maid who was in the way was pulled away, and a large stream of qiē things gushed out of the stomach in front of the barrel, including yellow, yellow, green, and green bile.

For a while, the whole kitchen was filled with a foul smell.

……

Duchy of Novis, City of Eternal Night.

The high alert has been on high alert for 10 hours, and the enemy still hasn't appeared, but the peripheral eyeliner continues to disappear. The image presented in the mage's tower showed that the area beyond the dark canopy had become truly night, even though the Whispering Forest was now the day when the sun was burning bright.

Whether it is a skeleton half-hidden in the mud or vines disguised as scattered skeletons, or a zombie buried nearly 2 meters underground, or a ghost hidden in a tree trunk, they can't escape the strangulation of this mysterious powerhouse, and even the ghost killer who eats by hiding his shadow has been killed one by one.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the number of the other party is not large, and it can even be said bluntly that there is only one person. But just this one mysterious powerhouse has already sealed off the periphery of Eternal Night City.

In the past, all the people who were killed were scattered and lonely lone wolves, and the butcher sent a slightly larger reconnaissance team to try to find out some of the situation outside the dark canopy. But just like that, a parade of 10 vampires, 10 ice banshees, 2 necromancers, and 50 ghosts was wiped out in less than a cup of tea, and none of them escaped.

The only gain is probably to know that the mysterious powerhouse is also an undead, because he is directly immune to the necromancer's unique skill "Death Finger". Yes, he relied on his physical traits to make him directly immune to this spell, not spell resistance. From this point of analysis, there may be many creatures in the world that can directly immune to instant death spells, but the most reminiscent of the near Duchy of Novis is probably the group of lichs in the south.

As the top magical creature in the Klein Continent, the undead lich can also be divided into "groups", and the butcher feels deeply helpless about this, and what is even more helpless is that this "group" of lichs seems to have enmity with their masters, which makes it even more headache. Maybe he should think about whether he is qualified to have a headache if he really has to face them.

As the saying goes, "Life is like rape, since you are powerless to resist, then close your eyes and enjoy it!" That's really apt. The butcher is now like a young girl who has given up resisting, and his mind is full of thoughts on how to reduce his losses.

After the transfer of the portal, the valuable materials and materials of the Eternal Night City have been transferred to the Undercity, some cemetery units that have shown their evolutionary talents have also been transferred, and the Death Knights, who are not needed for defensive operations, have been withdrawn early. At present, in addition to the necromancer Plataya and the bone dragon Guli, there are only 5 highest-level undead in Eternal Night City, guarding the gate of the mage tower.

Other high-level troops were transferred one after another, but under Li Xun's instructions, 10 of the deceased were added. These 10 suing the dead are the last killer weapon in the butcher's hand, even if he can't curse the other party to death, he has to scare the other party and disgust him.

Although the success rate of the "death prayer" to the deceased is a little lower, as long as there is no shot, the possibility of killing the super strong with one blow still exists. And this kind of deterrence is a real threat to the strong who are keenly aware of danger. No strong man wants to leak himself out of the sight of the dead, and then use his magic resistance to hit the illusory luck.

For the deceased, there may be only a 1 in 1,000 chance of suing, which is very nonsense. But for the strong, it means that once the bad luck hits that insignificant probability, he will be successfully killed by a salted fish that he usually doesn't bother to look at, and become the laughing stock of eternity.

This is something they cannot tolerate!

Who is wreaking havoc outside the City of Eternal Night? The butcher had no choice but to inform the Light Skull's Celestial Celestial that the portal to and from the Eternal Night City had been closed after sending away a qiē that could be sent away. If the Eternal Night City is not guaranteed, all the qiē in the city will become a funeral.

The butcher felt a sense of peace of mind when he touched the hearthstone embedded in the flesh of his chest. This was the last escape route that the master had specially prepared for him, and it could only be used when the city was about to be destroyed and the Mage Tower was unable to protect him. Although he has left his soul imprint in the Soul Conjuring Hall in the Dark City, no one wants to die if he can die, after all, dying once is equivalent to a whitewashing of the soul, and the experience and skills he has accumulated during this time will inevitably be cleansed.

For the cemetery heroes who have autonomous consciousness, the soul may return, but the autonomous consciousness is ambiguous! Whether even the autonomous consciousness can be regained, no one knows until the appearance of the first crab-eating crab. So the butcher is not going to be a pathfinder.

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