The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

After King Winter's army withdrew from the Kalanli Empire, Engus reawakened in the reincarnation pool in the desert of the dead thousands of miles away. crazy.

"Damn unicorn! Damn elf! Damn Winter King! And... the damn Thunder Titan whose whole clan is his undead horse!"

The tearing pain in his soul made Engus raise his head and roar.

The sky of the Necromancer Desert is always cloudy and the air is bitingly cold. No creature can breathe in such an environment, let alone the endless white sand that looks eerie.

Who knows if it's ashes or sand?

The next moment, a strong sense of restraint spread all over Engus's body, and the gray undead energy completely enveloped him and made him unable to move.

"Your Majesty! Oh, Your Majesty!"

Engus uttered a chant like a pilgrimage.

In the next moment, he was teleported to the skeleton palace of the Undead Emperor.

In the vast Palace of Skeletons, thousands of liches huddled together and issued creepy prayers. Their prayers supported the curse-level magic on the undead battlefield. A steady stream of undead creatures were standing up from the desert. Staggeringly rushing towards those believers of light shining with holy light all over their bodies.

Engus appeared in the center of the hall.

The liches squinted at the embarrassed ghost dragon, watching the excitement did not affect them from continuing to guide their magic.

Engus could feel those gazes, he lowered his head and crawled towards the depths of the hall.

In the corridor of bones, eighteen fear knights were divided into left and right columns to defend here.

Behind them, the gray cloaks moved without wind, the sickle in their hands gleamed coldly under the dark cold light, and the armor on their bodies was composed of the ultimate black mist, as if it could absorb all the light.

Engus didn't look sideways.

Any one of these fear knights would be able to beat the current him as his son.

Engus was lying in front of the Necromancer's throne, with his head down, not daring to look at the child-sized body on the Skeleton Throne.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your life-saving grace..."

His memory is still stuck in the moment when he was forcibly pulled back by the Undead Emperor.

At that time, he was almost completely broken and dying. If the Undead Emperor hadn't thrown him into the reincarnation pool in time, he would probably be dead by now.

"Engus, you let me down!"

The Undead Emperor's whole body was shrouded in a robe woven with black mist. Although his face could not be seen clearly, the deafening voice echoed throughout the Hall of Bones.

Following the angry scolding, the walls made up of countless skulls in the Hall of Bones also squirmed. They stretched out pale minions, green ghost fires lit up in their hollow pupils, and their ferocious upper and lower jaws opened and closed. Get up and curse.

Engus knew that he had screwed up, but in front of the Undead Emperor, he only dared to cower like a wild dog, with the dragon's tail clamped tightly under the trembling hind legs, and the wings drooped on both sides.

The once proud and powerful golden dragon, a partner of justice, has fallen to such a state now. This is his own choice, and it is also his destined destiny.

Ever since his wife, the first elf queen, died, he swore that he would never let any creature in the main material plane feel better, especially the group of pious humans and elves!

The Undead Emperor stared at the poor Engus. He had looked through the memory of Engus. No one could have imagined the appearance of the Thunder Titan, nor could he have imagined that the human king would get the help of the elves, and even control a group of unicorns. .

If this kind of thing hadn't happened before his eyes, he would never believe a word of it.

"Because you have no credit and hard work, I will not punish you. This time, your biggest problem is that your work efficiency is too slow. You can directly attack human cities. There is no need to spend three days gathering undead natural disasters... "The Undead Emperor became more and more angry, and couldn't help but curse:

"You're undead, what are you afraid of? You can't fight without the undead natural disaster? It seems that you are very capable if you insist on a whole group of cannon fodder spending time with those humans?!"

Engus felt a grievance in his heart.

Father, like son.

The Undead Emperor looked at his memory and knew the whole story, and also had insight into the strength of all the enemies, so of course he would not have any worries.

But he didn't know anything when he attacked the city.

When I saw those human soldiers who could be resurrected, I preconceived that the other party had very mysterious powers, so I acted carefully.

But he didn't dare to talk back to the Undead Emperor.

He just shrunk his dragon body into a ball and silently endured the scolding.

Anything is fine, as long as you don't brainwash him.

At least he doesn't want to forget the hatred in his heart, which is his motivation to live.

The Undead Emperor scolded his head and face for a while, and his anger almost dissipated.

Engus has been with him for many years, working hard, and has never done anything bad. It is unnecessary to sentence the death penalty just because of one disadvantage. It would seem too mean.

He knocked on the throne of bones and thought for a while, then said to Engus:

"Your current strength is too weak to help me at all. Fortunately, your soul power is still at the legendary stage. It is not difficult to recover your strength. Now go to the sleeping place of my lord to absorb the energy of the dead as soon as possible." Restore your strength."

He stared fiercely at Engus: "Before you return to the legendary stage, you are inside. If you dare to come out, I will grind you into ashes and drink water!"

Engus shuddered all over.

He had no doubt that what the Undead Emperor said was definitely not a joke.

But when he thought of going to Engus, the place where the god of death slept, he felt half of his bones softened.

Although the soul of that person is asleep, his will and divine power have been affecting the surrounding environment.

For thousands of years, the sleeping place has been permeated with completely liquefied necromantic energy, gradually accumulating into a black ocean.

Although staying in that ocean will restore strength quickly, both body and soul will be crushed by the vast will of the god of death.

Engus experienced the heart-piercing, soul-shattering, bone-shattering pain when he transformed into a ghost dragon for the first time.

After that he never wanted to set foot in that place again.

Undead are extremely eager for strength.

But no matter if it was the Lich or the Dread Knight, they all turned pale when they talked about the sleeping place.

Engus had no choice but to keep his head down and be silent, waiting for his tragic fate.

The Undead Emperor didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore, he stretched out his black bone minions, raised his finger, and the gray misty undead magic completely enveloped Engus.

the next moment.

This unlucky ghost dragon was teleported to the sleeping place of death.

As for what kind of pain this ghost dragon will experience in the future, the Undead Emperor is indifferent to it.

If you suffer from hardships, you will become a dragon on a dragon.

After doing all this, the Undead Emperor sat on the throne of bones and fell into deep thought again.

"Elves? Very good..."

A moment later, a piercing sneer came from the hall of bones.

"There is an injustice and a debtor. Since you elves are restless and ruin my good deeds, then you must be prepared to bear the price, jie jie jie..."

At this moment, the Undead Emperor aimed his spearhead at the elves.

As for why Thunder Titan was ignored.

It's very simple, the snow-capped mountains in the north are extremely cold all day long, and the undead have to overcome the altitude sickness when going up, and the undead cannot be summoned in the hard ice, so it's not worthwhile to come and go.

It's definitely not because you can't beat it.

The fever subsided in the afternoon, and my throat felt like a knife==