Chapter 977

The leisurely and happy time is always so short. When Warren's carriage finally arrives at King's landing, Zhang Cheng knows that he wants to say goodbye to the world.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone. He just came to the scheduled place and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the sunset on the beach without looking back. "What's the matter? Have you made a decision?"

"Of course! The world is very suitable for me, and I choose to stay." Warren touched the short gray beard on his chin and gave a positive answer without thinking.

"In that case, let's finish the transaction," said Zhang Cheng. He quickly contacted the spatial coordinates used for positioning, then took out a bottle of medicine glittering with silver light, raised his head and poured it directly.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes, nose, ears and mouth began to spit blood out.

Obviously, the cloned body will completely collapse and die in a minute or two at most.

Wallent undoubtedly met the coming death and quickly said, "the fourth seal is in the deep desert more than 500 kilometers away from Cairo, the capital of Egypt. As for the key, it is the scepter of Anubis, the God of death in your hand."

"Osiris pyramid? I see..."

Before swallowing his last breath, a flash of clarity flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. Then he fell to the ground with a plop. His whole body melted quickly and turned into an unknown liquid, which disappeared with the waves melting into the sea.

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At the same time, in the ice and snow in the far north, a note suddenly appeared in the hand of the death knight xiuma.

After reading the content inside, he immediately sneered and ordered the necromancer who was studying the structure of strange ghosts day and night: "tell our striker! We can start the first round of attack on the human world!"

"Now?" the head Necromancer's eyes suddenly burst out a biting chill.

"Yes, now. Besides, prepare more portraits. We want to let those humans know that their world will never be peaceful if they don't hand over this guy named Warren."

The voice just fell!

Xiuma jumped onto the dragon's back and soared into the air, bypassing the endless white snow in the north, made no secret of her existence, waved her terrible magic sword, met the village and the city all the way, transformed thousands of people into dead spirits, and carried out indiscriminate attacks on the surrounding areas. Her degree of madness was far higher than that of "the first filial son of Azeroth" Alsace minehill went even further.

By the time we arrived at King's landing, the capital of the seven kingdoms, the city was under full martial law. The walls were filled with huge bed crossbows made by the scholars. We just had to give an order to beat down the legendary devil from the sky.

"Ah! I like the grand welcome ceremony." a trace of ironic smile appeared on xiuma's stiff face.

Perhaps for the Dragons of this world, these sharp and huge arrows can cause good damage, but for the dead, even if they are penetrated by the whole, the wound will heal automatically as long as they are pulled out.

With the ability of negative energy to repair the body, physical attack has never been a big problem. There is only one thing that can really frighten the dead, that is pure magic and energy attack.

In particular, extreme forms of high temperature and heat such as positive energy, flame and lightning are most likely to cause wounds that are difficult to repair.

"Who on earth are you? Why should you slaughter civilians and turn them into monsters?" a heavily armed Imperial Guard on the wall shouted.

You don't have to ask. He's asking questions for danilis and the ministers of the Royal Council.

After all, the other party has hardly had any communication since he appeared. He can't feel a bit of reason at all. The only thing he can do is slaughter, killing every living person he sees.

In the end, cities and villages are in ruins. Those corpses that have been resurrected after death are wandering around like ghosts. All spies who dare to approach will be besieged without exception. Less than one in ten can escape alive and report the situation.

After the tangaryan Dynasty unified the continent, no war could be so fierce that no life could be spared.

"My name is xiuma! The king of the dead! The commander of millions of dead army! Now, I'll tell you something. Hand over a man named Warren, or my army and I will attack and kill all of you alive." the death knight sat on the dragon's back and issued an ultimatum.

"Warren?" danilis, hiding behind the city wall, subconsciously frowned, turned and asked the ministers around her: "who do you know who this Warren is?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm sorry, your majesty, I haven't heard of it."

"Me too!"

……

For a moment, these aristocrats from famous families kept shaking their heads, saying they had never heard of the name.

But before they could discuss the famous result, xiuma immediately took out a parchment with a magical image from her arms and threw it down from the air: "Take it! Here is his portrait! I'll give you a year. If he hasn't been sent to me within a year, I'll take it as a signal of war. Believe me, your ridiculous army can't last a month."

With these words, the dragon of death immediately climbed into the sky, flew straight north, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Needless to ask, it's impossible to hide this huge move from the residents of Junlin city. In just a few hours, everyone knows that there is a terrible death army north of the desperate Great Wall. If they can't meet their conditions, the lives of the whole world will be slaughtered.

To survive!

To live!

Whether nobles, civilians, mercenaries, or Beggars without food and clothes, they are crazy looking for Warren.

The pre imperial meeting offered a huge reward of 10000 golden dragons!

Looking at the people with green light in their eyes on the street, Warren, hiding in the secret Road, shivered involuntarily, gnashing his teeth and swearing in a low voice: "Damn it! I knew it! I knew it! That guy left so simply. He must have no good intentions. Sure enough, he still didn't let me go. This dark madman! Who does he think he is? Am I his dog?"

But unfortunately, no matter how much cursing, it can't change the current bad situation.

Because the portrait left by xiuma is not an ordinary hand drawn picture, but a magic portrait. No matter what he disguises, the characters on the portrait will change immediately.