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Do we need to follow? Grimnir's axe!

The dwarf's deep and excited voice made the witch hunter tremble, and Glenn looked at the elf in fear.

He kept praying to Sigma, praying that what the elf said next would be the answer to relax him.

Sigma on, this is crazy!

Who would chase heretics in the dark?

Darkness is their home field, and sensible people should wait for daylight to come and then use a favorable environment to kill the unclean things.

Obviously, it is difficult for younger races to understand the values ​​of older races.

Both elves and dwarves were eager to show off their weapons, and a Hoth Sword Master glanced at the dwarf arrogantly.

A competition? Shorty! Let's see who kills more filthy things before dawn.

Thorian banged his ax with his iron fist and shouted back angrily.

Ha! Pointed-eared sissy, fighting is a dwarf's talent. I will definitely be able to surpass your results!

That's not necessarily true. The war after the catastrophe proved your incompetence! Another sword master retorted grimly.

As soon as Teclis turned his attention to humans, the two sword masters and the dwarves became sharply drawn.

Do you remember that war? Your crown is still in the High King's vault!

If it weren't for the Witch King's invasion, we would have taken back the crown long ago!

enough!

Why mention the folly that was committed? Haven't we shed enough blood?

Why didn't we drive Chaos out of the world at that time, but instead raised our swords against each other first?

Do you want to continue that stupid war?

The archmage's scolding made the tense atmosphere disappear. Of course, this was all he could do.

We cannot stay here, the enemy is in the darkness.

Teclis looked at the humans apologetically. He knew the fragility of humans. After all, humans were young species with flaws.

For Asur and the dwarves, running late at night is nothing ordinary. Even if their vision is obscured by darkness, the ancient race has courage far beyond that of the young.

The lizard men returned from the darkness and put an end to the chaos of the hot-blooded species.

Lynch threw a rat-man head to the ground. When he caught up with the fat rat, a plague priest suddenly appeared, replacing the rat-man warlord's fate of death and making Lynch lose his target.

Divination.

The cold-blooded one shook off the dirty blood stained on the scepter, and the stench like rotten flesh spread with the splash of dirty blood.

The hot-blooded species carefully avoided bleeding, and Teclis completed the spell almost instantly.

“We were targeted.

There is a group of plague-carrying Skaven who think we are fat sheep to be slaughtered.

The low laughter of the elves and the strange laughter of the dwarves mixed together, making the smile on the human face that was uglier than crying become even more bitter.

Lynch was a little disappointed that this was not useful information.

He even hoped to get relevant information about Bilak.

Another burst of noise sounded in the darkness, and Lynch was like a gust of wind, sweeping through the darkness.

The adventure party, a mixture of living and dead people, was slaughtered like lambs by the lizard men.

The undead servants were knocked to pieces, and the necromancers who resisted fiercely were knocked to death. Lynch finally left behind the two most timid necromancers.

Teams of necromancers are not common. In fact, a single necromancer is a scourge.

Lynch is not good at interrogation, but Tigris does have some skills.

The two necromancers looked exactly the same, with only skin and bones remaining, covered in dirty and torn black robes. What was surprising was that they could still be considered alive.

The two of them watched Lynch fearfully, but when the interrogation began, they suddenly looked nervously into the empty darkness.

During the elf's slow interrogation, there seemed to be more terrifying creatures in the darkness, causing the necromancer to huddle next to the Sword Master of Hoth, trying to gain a sense of security from the enemy.

But in fact, there was nothing in the darkness. Lin Qi noticed no trace of the enemy's presence at all, and the Archmage gave no warning.

Under the questioning of the elves and the compulsion of magic, the necromancer revealed his purpose.

Lynch heard a familiar pronunciation of Nagash!

This made him pay more attention to this unexpected gain.

This is a personal name, an ancient personal name.

On the other side of the ocean, on the Arabi Peninsula, there are the remains of the Nehekhara civilization.

It was the first civilization independently established by human beings.

At the end of the glory, a prince named Nagash was born. He learned magic from the captured Druchi warlocks and created necromancy.

Vampires are the product of Nagash's failed experiments.

In the end, the Great Necromancer brought destruction to his homeland, and Nagash himself entered death, but he had conquered death.

When he became it, Nagash returned from death more than once and brought disaster to the nations more than once.

If the power of Chaos is the greatest threat to the world, then this notorious Lord of the Undead is the second greatest threat!

They are looking for the Nine Books of Nagash. Nagash, what an ancient name!

Tigris became serious and looked at Lynch. He was not sure whether Lynch knew about this terrifying existence.

Lynch used his words to dispel the mage's doubts.

Who is looking for the remnants of the Great Necromancer?

Teclis continued to interrogate the necromancer with doubts and caution.

The dwarf read lowly the record of Nagash in the Book of Hatred, and looked at the Necromancer gloomily.

Glenn shouted the name of Sigma loudly, hoping that the hero who had killed the Necron Lord would give him shelter.

The Blade Master prayed to the Mother Goddess Isa, mourning the darkness behind this name.

Undead, they were once glorious ancestors, heroic ancestors.

But when Nagash appeared, everything changed.

Demons and monsters have become another kind of terror in the middle of the night. Death no longer has honor, and countless heroes who sleep forever have been desecrated!

But despite being pressed by Teclis, the two necromancers still refused to answer.

They were like frightened children, huddled on the ground, trying their best to get close to the tall sword master, avoiding the omnipresent darkness.

The witch hunter grabbed a necromancer and put the transformed Holy Emblem of Sigmar on the necromancer's head. He must find out who is pursuing the legend of Nagash.

Along with the witch hunter's suppressed roar of fear, the necromancer revealed the answer in horror.

Count! Count of the sea!

The next moment, the Necromancer's rapid breathing stopped. This human being who pursued death could not bear the horror of betraying his master, and was scared to death.

Dread Fleet! Curse of the sea!

Two terms appeared in Lynch's mind, making the lizard man cautious. This was not an easier target to deal with than the big demon.

The remaining captive cried and laughed, clinging tightly to the Juggernaut's legs, nervously facing the darkness.

It's coming! It saw me! I'm going to die! No! No! I won't die completely, hehe~

The Necromancer looked tremblingly at the group of powerful men who captured him.

He hugged the giant sword used by the sword master to prevent him from approaching, and prayed sternly:

Please! I beg you to kill me! Kill me completely!