Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

"Perhaps, only the oldest ancient tree is worthy of the residence of "Shinra Caesar"."

This sentence may be the flattery of some people with ulterior motives, or it may really be the thoughts of some elves from their hearts.

But no matter what it is, for Yi Yali, for her, the new and only leader of the elves, she really likes it.

Sitting alone on the highest canopy of the ancient elf tree, Yi Yali can even look at the scene thousands of miles away in Daofangong Forest here.

Fangorn Forest is endless, stretching as far as the sea.

But these, under an immortal elf who is close to the [God's Domain], should be nothing.

There was a hint of arrogance of a king in Yi Yali's eyes.

Even though her body was covered by all kinds of gorgeous silk and queen's costumes with flowers, it still couldn't cover up the charming aura in her bones, but added a bit of natural beauty for no reason.

Yi Yali incorporated the ancient elf tree into the exclusive property of the queen's royal family.

This move once caused dissatisfaction among some forest elves.

But the queen never cared. After all, she was called the "Shenluo Caesar" of the elves. Style is inseparable.

Some priests of the elves once asked the queen the purpose of doing so.

The queen didn't answer at that time, but after a faint smile, she said that it was a promise she had made to a certain undead.

"...A promise that requires the entire [Ancient Elf Tree] as a dowry gift."

Yi Yali looked at the golden orb floating beside her, which was called "the treasure of the elves" - the elf orb.

On that, it seems that the attack on the evil Papal State by myself and my allies has succeeded.

a day ago.

Unlike [Fangorn Forest], which is cloudless in the palace of the ancient elf tree, [Abyss Strait] the southern shipping port is dark and gloomy at this time.

Night has come, and there are still dark clouds like mountains in the sky, not to mention the moon, not even a single star can be seen.

As the most important port of the Papal State, the shipping port was shrouded in oppressive darkness at this time, and the sporadic lights were extremely lonely.And near the pier, there are resting ships moored.

The tall lighthouse was on alone, but at this time the sea was covered with thick fog, and the light from the lighthouse was pitifully weak.

The night watchman in the lighthouse yawned.

He folded his arms and dozed off against the wall.

Occasionally, the night watchman felt a chill, and he awoke, taking a casual glance at the sea.With a glance, he didn't realize what he saw at first, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to be sure that there really seemed to be a huge and terrifying black figure in the thick fog.

what is that?
The night watchman wanted to see more clearly, he stood up and raised the lantern in his hand.

This was actually futile, because in the next moment, the howling sea wind smashed in through the viewing window, bringing with it the sea water that was so cold that it could drown the soul.

This damn sea storm.

Before being choked to death by the sea, the night watchman cursed in his heart, and it was already dark outside when he got up again.

The light of the lighthouse was also swallowed by darkness.

Eagle's Mouth Castle.

Guards patrolled day and night with long guns, and the conference hall was brightly lit.Port Governor Jones and others gathered around the map, frowning and discussing something.

The envoy of [Sacred Light Temple] was standing next to the governor. An architect was holding a pile of blueprints in one hand, and pointed to the blueprints on the wall with a thin stick in the other hand, and introduced them in detail.

"The project of the seat of God has almost been completed. As long as there are no mistakes in materials, it should be able to be successfully completed before September." The designer said.

"No, it's too late." The [Holy Light Temple] envoy immediately said, "Two months at most. You have been building the seat for 20 years. I doubt what you have been doing all these years."

Brigadier General Kahuo of the [Holy Expeditionary Force], who was in charge of the defense of the transport port, had a particularly ugly expression on his face.

[Sacred Light Temple] The envoy arrived a week ago. After this guy in white robe arrived at the shipping port, he became like a ruler.

[Abyss Strait] The "Shenzuo" wharf built on the south bank, which spent a lot of manpower and material resources, was criticized as useless in their mouths.

Before Brigadier General Cahoe couldn't bear it anymore, the Governor smiled attentively and said——

"Master Messenger, the God's Seat is not a dock for mortals. This is the throne that will be used for the boats and landings of the true God. Naturally, we must be careful and cautious when building it. These natural techniques are really difficult for mortals to understand."

The architect on the side nodded repeatedly, and there was a wharf structure diagram attached to the map in front of him. He pointed to the structure diagram and said, "The construction of every mechanism must go through repeated research, it is too delicate, and there is no place for it." Error."

If the queen of the elves is here, she will find that the design drawings of the "God's Throne" pier hanging on the wall of the Eagle's Mouth Castle are somewhat similar to the pier of Hell Castle.

They are indeed not the creations that should exist in the world today.

"I must remind you that [Holy Light Temple] has provided you with too much support. The six true gods are benevolent, but they cannot be perfunctory."

[Sacred Light Temple] The messenger interrupted the architect and spoke in a cold tone.

boom -

Before he could speak, a loud noise rang in his ears.

"what happened?!"

Amidst the loud noise, the window glass of the Governor's Mansion was shattered, and the glass shards fell to the ground.The somewhat obese Governor jumped up in shock, as the cold sea wind howled in, sending disturbing sounds of artillery fire.

"Is it a tsunami?"

"God is above! It's an enemy attack!"

The experienced Brigadier General Kahuo pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed forward with a stride.

"Where's the night watchman?! Why didn't anyone sound the alarm!"

[Sacred Light Temple] The envoy rushed out of the conference hall after him.

The night watchman at the Watchtower is long dead.

Silently, black-hooded demihumans climbed up to the lighthouse, slit their throats, and threw their bodies into the sea.Blood washed the black tower.

The black figure that the night watchman had vaguely seen sailed out of the dense fog, and stopped on the sea some distance from Eagle's Mouth Harbor under the cover of the storm.

Led by three pitch-black dragon-wing warships, nearly a hundred warships spread out in a semi-arc.

Roaring waves, dark stormy nights.

The captain of the murlocs, Hols, was standing at the front of the deck, wearing his slanted hat and holding a drink.

In front of the dragon wing battleship, ordinary ships are like sparrows.Every dragon-wing battleship carried a heavy bloody atmosphere, and they rushed up along the coastline from the west coast of [Fangorn Forest] to the coastline of the Papal State's southern Meadjoccasa.