Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

Soothe Philie! Yalin went back to his new job.

When he did n’t know that there was a novice protection period, Yalin always felt that time was too slow, but now he always feels that it is not enough when he is busy.

Consuming nearly 100,000 material energy, a small refinery has appeared in a hidden canyon not far from Ulduar. Two suspended stone pillars are erected above the factory, and there are four white lights at the top of the pillar. The ball has been moving slowly. The magic running on the stone pillar is the illusion matrix, which can shield many kinds of detection magic and can create large-scale illusions. If anything passes through the sky, you will still see a snowy mountain, not a factory hidden in a canyon.

Paqiuli has gone to Medea to report, mainly to hand over research tasks to each other. Looking at some of the 'victims' under the quiet and quiet part of Pajulie Medea thought that another victim had come, the result was that many people were surprised that the purple-haired girl who looked about her age was doing magic. In terms of accomplishment and strength, he did not lose at all to Medea, the ancient Greek witch, and even vaguely surpassed Medea.

The transfer was smooth, and I got the laboratory I needed. Although I was attracted by the abundance of books in the Thinker's library, and even wished to immediately dive into the ocean of knowledge, Paqiuli resisted the desire in her heart and quickly invested. It is time to study the design drawings of black core crystals.

"Don't look at it, focus on your own things!" Medea reprimanded Webber and the uncle who had been a little bit stunned by the appearance of Paqiuli.

"A girl who looks almost the same as me, is so stupid."

Obviously, Webber, who did not know Pachele's real age, was completely shocked, and his original ‘I was a genius’ confidence was also shattered. It's just that Webb blushed slightly, as if the warmth had just started, and it was full of longing.

"Stupid!" Medea knocked on Weber's head: "What is as old as you, Paqiuli has lived for hundreds of years, it can be said that it is an out-of-the-ordinary witch!"

Hundreds of years old!

Weber and grandma were startled. Already a hundred-year-old monster, she actually looks like a young girl who is still in the age of cardamom!

"Great!"

"Hey, this is not fraud!"

He and Weber have very different ideas about this blinding fact. The former is envious, the latter is downcast.

Ulduar was bustling with heat. In the rotten marsh far away from the Yannold Mountains and near the western capital, the army of pale and silent dead is spreading throughout the unmanned swamp, digging up corpses, converting undead, cutting trees and building huge war tools. The entire Zaozedi field was busy with a strange busy scene. Because of the large gathering of the dead, this swampland seemed to be filled with a chilling breath.

On an elevated mound in the swampland, the sorrow of frost exuding an unknown luster shape is being inserted into the ground, and the flowing breath of death penetrates the stratum and awakens the remains of the fallen soldiers who sleep in the mud and mud . The dead turned their dark and boneless palms to remove the dirt and supported their broken bodies. The ground was densely packed with undead creatures, including humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and many of them were unknown. The skeleton of the monster encompasses almost all races on the continent.

"What a sacred picture! What a beautiful ~ Death is a song that everyone will hear!" Death-singer Karthus's translucent skull face showed a pilgrim-like enthusiasm, his hands prayed The posture of continuously pouring its magic power into the frost sorrow accelerates the corruption of the earth, even if his body is almost in a transparent state due to the excessive consumption of magic power, but Karthus still does not seem to stop himself completely Dedication is beyond reach.

"Death is a song that everyone will hear. You are right, Karthus. No one can escape the call of death. No!" Lich King Arthas looked at the witch in satisfaction. Demon, a very devout believer in death and possesses enough strength. In this pure obsession, he can fully act as his left and right hand: "But I still have a lot of places to use you before thoroughly purifying this world. ... so you don't need to extinguish your soul fire now. "

Karthus finally retracted his hand and bowed slightly, "Yes, Her Majesty the Lich King, I look forward to seeing the coming of that great moment with my own eyes, and I believe Lord Yalin will be delighted too. In welcoming that great I will follow you before the moment. "

Arthas nodded his already dull voice and praised: "Very good! Your devotion to death is commendable, and I confer you an honor. Karsas, from today you will be the bishop of the Scourge, and in the near future you Will preach new believers! "

"Gratefulness, I will pass the faith of death to everyone's heart!"

The Undead Warrior Sunward came at this time, and a skeleton soldier armed with excellent armor and a new sword was following the intense fire of the soul in the hollow eye sockets, and every step was neat like no training Like soldiers.

"Your Majesty! The Scourge has expanded to 140,000, and all the equipment has been allocated, but only about 7,000 people are armed." Sunward reported the situation.

"Enough. Prioritizing the elite troops, the Scourge Corps still needs time to correct. The number alone is not enough. I also need to convert more high-level undead to enrich the Scourge Corps."

Arthas waved and said casually. Originally, the Undead Army often used the absolute quantitative advantage of the cannon fodder to overwhelm each other, but to control hundreds of thousands or even millions of unconscious puppets, even the Lich King could not accurately command each unit, which was changing rapidly. A mistake on the battlefield will lead to a total loss. For this reason, the Lich King Arthas also knows that he must not lack high-level undead as commanders in his natural disaster army.

For example-Death Knight! The backbone forces of the Scourge Corps are missing these death knights who have terrible fighting power. The seemingly horrible Scourge Corps is like a monster with its backbone removed, and its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

But up to now, except for Salvard, Alsace has not found anyone suitable to become a death knight!

Although the Ogg barbarians in the far north are barbaric and bloodthirsty, the beasts without sensibility cannot perform the command task. The fighting during this time has allowed Alsace to see through this humble race, except for their mastery. Except for the monster named 'Beast Beast', this race has little value.

The Scourge will need new wars and killings to grow, but it ’s not the time now. A few elves who know how to make potions have become undead mages, but it takes time and material to create the plague of the plague. Before converting all the undead in this land, Arthas decided to withdraw his troops temporarily. When the Scourge Legion grew stronger, it headed southwest in one fell swoop and captured a human town.

Obviously, the western saints did not know when they were tortured by the demons. The dead from the far north will bring new disasters to this land ruled by the five supreme gods!

And the originator of the disaster is now in the Jarnod Mountains, thousands of miles away. Tonight is a bi-monthly night. Ai Luojieer will play the lyre for Yalin, but the sound of the lyre tonight is always like piercing the soul, and it is low. The sadness, sadness, and the sense of tranquility that are always inadvertently recalling the past are different. The tones of tonight are full of cheerful tones, making people feel as if they are in a sunny forest, enjoying the breath of nature and life. , Enjoying joy and warm time.

Ms. Tosaka in the workshop seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano, casually showing a happy smile and nodding her head, the work at hand did not seem to be distracted because of this. Encouraging, it is a moment to carefully polish the magic crystal in his hand.

"This piano sound I like, if this is your golden theater, I will sacrifice the gods as I can't bear the sword dance!" Nero waved the original fire of the sword of love, like a phoenix in the flame. Dance.

Webb, who was reading in the room, also enjoyed the warm moment in bed, while the old mage Faroun took out the recording stone and recorded the sound of the piano ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The last time Ron heard the sound of the Elf Girl's piano, he was deeply attracted. When he returned to the Sage Tower with a recording stone recording the girl's piano, he accidentally let others hear this. After the sound of the piano, even a well-known artist came to the door to search for information about the performer from Faroun. Of course, due to his 'curse', Faroun could only regretfully reject the other party's request.

"This is indeed a piano sound enough to impress all the gods. It is no wonder that the ancient **** Yalin will accept those fleeing elves. Unfortunately, such a beautiful piano sound, human beings cannot accept its performers." Faroon sighed. .

The pianist is a high-level elven girl named El Rozelle. In addition to the Holy City in the west, El Rozelle's identity within the influence of the Holy See in the eastern part of the continent will always make many people unable to suppress greed. And trying to capture her and make her a slave satisfying herself, if the girl falls into the hands of greedy slave merchants, these beautiful piano sounds will eventually fade away like flowers in a storm.

In the Frostwing Hall, Ai Luojieer is playing the lyre forgotten. The beautiful smile that makes her feel like a goddess is not forced to laugh in front of her fellow destiny, it is the real smile in her heart. !! Ai Luojieer seemed so happy at this moment, even when Yalin's figure appeared behind the screen, the elf girl didn't notice it at all. (To be continued) ()