Chapter 295

Pacify Philly! Yalin threw himself into his new job.

When he didn't know that there was a novice protection period, Yalin always felt that time was too slow, but now when he was busy, he always felt that time was not enough.

After consuming nearly 100000 materials and energy, a small refining factory has appeared in a hidden Canyon not far from the city of odur. Above the factory, there are two suspended stone columns, and four white light balls at the top of the columns are running slowly according to a special law. The magic running on the stone pillar is an illusion array, which can shield many kinds of detection magic and create large-scale illusions. If something passes from high altitude, you will still see a snow mountain, not a factory hidden in the canyon.

Paqiuli has reported to Medea, mainly to hand over the research tasks to each other. Looking at the "victims" of the intellectual and quiet Patricia Medea, they thought there was another victim. As a result, to their surprise, the purple haired girl who looked about her age was not inferior to Medea, the Witch of ancient Greece, in the cultivation and strength of magic, and even vaguely better than Medea.

The handover was very smooth, and she got the laboratory she needed. Although she was attracted by the rich number of books in the meditator library, and even wanted to swim in the ocean of knowledge immediately, paqiuli resisted her desire and quickly invested in the research of black core crystal design drawings.

"Stop looking and focus on your own business!" Medea scolded Weber and Lin who were distracted because of pachuli's appearance.

"A girl who looks about my age, incredibly..."

Obviously, Weber, who didn't know pachuli's real age, was completely shocked, and his original confidence in 'I'm a genius' was broken. But Weber blushed slightly, as if the warmth had just begun, full of longing.

"Fool!" Medea knocked Weber on the head: "what do you mean that she is as old as you? Pachuli has lived for hundreds of years. She can be said to be a true witch!"

Hundreds of years old!

Weber and Lin were startled. It is a monster who has lived for hundreds of years. It looks like a young girl who is still in the age of cardamom!

"That's great"

"This is not fraud!!"

For this blind fact, Lin and Weber have very different ideas. The former is envious and the latter is dejected.

The city of odur was hot and busy. In the rotten swamp far away from the yanoder mountains and close to the Western holy capital, the army composed of pale and silent dead people is spreading all over the uninhabited swamp, excavating corpses, converting undead, cutting down trees and building huge war tools. The whole algal land is busy with strange busy scenes because of the large gathering of dead people, The swamp seemed to be filled with a chilling smell.

On a high-lying mound in the swamp, a grim frost sadness with unknown luster is inserting into the ground. The flowing breath of death penetrates the stratum and awakens the remains of the dead soldiers sleeping under the soil and silt. The palms of the dead turned into yin and white bones, ripped off the soil and pulled out their broken bodies. The earth has been densely filled with dead creatures. There are even the bones of many huge unknown monsters, including almost all races on the mainland.

"What a sacred picture! How beautiful! Death is a song that everyone will hear!" The translucent skeleton face of the death chanter kalthas shows a pilgrim like fanaticism. His hands have prayed, pouring their magic into the frost sorrow, accelerating the corruption of the earth. Even his body has been in a transparent state due to the excessive consumption of magic, But calthas still didn't stop. It seems that he can't afford to devote himself completely.

"Death is a song that everyone will hear. You're right, calthas. No one can escape the call of death. No!" The Lich King Arthas looked at the Lich in front of him with satisfaction. He was a very devout believer in death and had enough strength. On this pure obsession, he could play his right and left hand: "but I still have a lot to use you before I completely 'purify' the world. So you don't need to extinguish the fire of your soul now."

Calthas finally withdrew his hand, bowed slightly and said, "yes, your Lich King, I look forward to seeing the great moment with my own eyes. I believe Lord Yalin will be happy for it. I will follow you before ushering in the great moment."

Arthas nodded and said in a dull voice, "very good! Your piety towards death is commendable. I will give you a special honor, Arthas. From today on, you are the bishop of the scourge Corps. In the near future, you will be responsible for preaching new believers!"

"Thank you very much, your majesty. I will pass the faith of death to everyone's heart!"

The dead warrior sanerwad came over at this time, followed by a skeleton soldier equipped with excellent armor and brand-new sword. There was a strong fire of soul in his empty eyes, and every step was very neat, just like a well-trained soldier.

"Your Majesty, the scourge Corps has expanded to 140000, and all the equipment has been allocated, but only about 7000 people are armed." Sanrwad reports.

"Enough. Give priority to arming elite troops, and the scourge Legion needs time to correct. The number alone is not enough. I also need to convert more high-level undead to enrich the whole scourge Legion."

Arthas waved his hand and said casually. Originally, the common tactics of the undead Legion was cannon fodder tactics, which had an absolute quantitative advantage to overwhelm the other party, but to command hundreds of thousands or even millions of puppets without self-awareness, even the Lich King could not accurately command each army. A mistake in the rapidly changing battlefield would lead to total loss, Therefore, the Lich King Arthas also knew that his Scourge army could not lack high-level undead as commander.

For example - Death Knight! The backbone of the scourge Legion lacks these death knights with terrible combat effectiveness. The seemingly terrible scourge Legion is like a behemoth with its backbone removed, which will greatly reduce its combat effectiveness.

But so far, Arthas has not found anyone suitable for conversion to a death knight except sanerwad!

Although the ogue barbarians in the far north are savage and bloodthirsty, the wild animals without reason can not take the command task. During this period of fighting, Arthas has seen through this humble race. Except for the monster called "violent beast" they have mastered, this race has no value.

If the Scourge army wants to grow, it needs new wars and killings. But now is not the time. Several elves who know how to prepare medicine have become necromancers, but it takes time and material to create the scourge plague. Arthas decided to withdraw his troops temporarily before converting all the Necromancers in this land. When the Scourge army grows up, it will advance to the southwest and capture a human town there.

Obviously, the Western holy capital did not know that the dead from the far north would bring new disasters to the land ruled by the five supreme gods!

The originator of the disaster is now thousands of miles away in the yanoder mountains. Tonight is a double moon night. Arrogill will play the lyre for Yalin. However, the sound tonight is different from the past, which is always like penetrating the soul, low, sad and peaceful, and always inadvertently recalling the past years. The sound tonight is full of a happy tone, It is like being in a sunny forest, feeling the breath of nature and life, enjoying joy and warm time.

Miss yuansaka in the workshop seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano. Lin inadvertently showed a happy smile and nodded her head with the sound of the piano. Her work was not distracted, as if she was encouraged, but polished the magic crystal stone in her hand.

"I like the sound of the piano. If this is my golden theater, I will sacrifice to the gods by the sword dance I can't bear!" Nero waved the sword of love, and the original fire danced like a phoenix in the fire.

Weber, who watched in the room, was also happy to lie in bed and enjoy this warm moment. The old mage Farron did not hesitate to take out the recording stone and record the sound of the piano. You know, Farron was deeply attracted when he heard the sound of the fairy girl's piano last time. When he brought back a recording stone recording the sound of the girl's piano and returned to the sage's tower, Occasionally, after others heard the sound of the piano, some well-known artists even came to the door and did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to seek information about the player from Farron. Of course, due to his "Curse", Farron could only regret to decline the other party's request.

"It's really a piano sound that moves all the gods. No wonder the ancient god Yalin will accept those escaping elves. It's a pity that such a beautiful piano sound can't be accepted by human beings." Farron sighed.

The player of the piano sound is a high elf girl named arrogill. In addition to the holy capital in the west, within the influence of the holy see in the east of the mainland, the identity of arrogill will always make many people unable to suppress their greed and try to capture her and make her a slave to satisfy their * *. If the girl falls into the hands of those greedy slave merchants, These beautiful piano sounds will eventually wither like flowers in the storm.

In the frost wing hall, arrogill is playing the lyre selflessly. The beautiful smile that makes people move like a goddess is not forced to smile in front of Yalin for the fate of his compatriots, but the real smile in his heart! At the moment, irogel seemed so happy that even the figure of Yalin appeared behind the veil, and the elf girl didn't notice it at all. Unfinished (to be continued)