Magical Strategist

What's the purpose of these guys? What's the intention?

Lawrence maintained the calmness that an alliance leader should have and said with a smile: "It seems that all the friends of the undead tribe respect your king. Since the Carter brothers have torn up the contract, you should have thought carefully about the consequences, right?"

Carter faced many human masters and shouted loudly: "I hope everyone present can give us the undead tribe a status that can be on an equal footing with humans. The era of the lich has ended. As the new king of the undead tribe, I must bring the undead tribe to the forefront." Bring the family’s glory, status, and power to the top.”

"What a arrogant brat, how dare you speak nonsense in the Great Hall of Middle-earth. Today you tore up the contract, which means that we humans and your undead are in an antagonistic relationship. Since they are antagonistic, there is no need for me to deal with you. You're welcome." An old dwarf man holding a huge ax stood out from the crowd.

The old man's long red hair was twisted into a braid that reached to his heels, and the long beard on his chin was twisted into two braids and hung down to his waist. Although the old man is short, only half as tall as a human being, his arms are as thick as tree trunks and his back is strong and powerful, giving people a feeling of strength.

There was a bang.

that

The old dwarf man raised his ax and struck Carter on the head.

Carter seemed unable to deal with the old man's sudden axe, and even had no time to pull out the sword at his waist.

When the ax was only half a meter away from Carter's head, there was a loud bang, and the giant ax was blocked by a cold sword.

It is Frostmourne of Arthas.

Arthas held the sword in one hand and effortlessly took the ax from the old dwarf man. He said: "The dwarf Hercules who dominated the battlefield back then, King of Power Ibrahimovic, is still the future of the sword after decades of retirement. If you add another layer of strength to this ax, I am afraid that my arm will be broken like this."

"Alsace, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Come on, let's go out and compete with each other if you have the guts!" The old man named Ibrahimovic provoked.

Arthas, however, shook his hand and refused: "The King of Power is so powerful that I am ashamed of myself, so I might as well avoid it."

"The undead tribe is not worth mentioning. They can't do anything together as a group. If they really want to rebel, don't we still have the Demonic Holy Sword? It will be easy to save them all back to their home base." said an official in the crowd.

Hearing the word Demonic Holy Sword, Carter's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Lawrence had a panoramic view of Carter's every move. From the very beginning, Lawrence wondered what the purpose of these undead beings were in the Midway Hall. Was it just to show the personnel and officials present that they were tearing up their contracts? What is it for?

Carter winked at Dragasso, who drew a symbol on the ground with his sharp claws. It is not difficult for experienced people present to know that that guy must be summoning the undead soldiers underground. That is the gathering symbol used by the undead.

Sure enough, as the symbol emitted a golden light, dozens of evil spirit warriors wearing armor appeared in the Middle-earth Hall.

Judging from the size, weapons, and armor of these evil spirit warriors, they should be carefully selected elite warriors.

"Really want to rebel?" Zorro said to himself. How could he believe that this group of undead souls were so bold and dared to act recklessly in the midway hall.

Gu Feng also frowned and said: "Although we have an advantage in numbers, we must not underestimate the enemy. They are all top masters of the undead."

Just as the tension was getting stronger, a disgusting smell of corpses filled the entire hall.

"Aludiba? Even the Holy King of the Zerg is here?"

"Four of the twelve generals of Death have arrived. What do these guys want to do?"

Even if these humans protected by the Demonic Holy Sword are not afraid of the undead, they are still intimidated by the aura of the undead god of death.

The attendant beside Lawrence whispered: "Leader, I think the situation is not right. How about I take out the magic sword? If we really take action later, we will definitely suffer heavy casualties. As long as there is a magic sword, this group The undead can do nothing.”

Lawrence nodded in acquiescence. He made a preliminary assessment of the combat effectiveness of the opposing lineup. The first was Arthas. His power was not exaggerated. The power of Frostmourne alone was enough to turn the entire Middle-earth palace into ruins. Next is Dragasso. It can be said that his strength is on par with Alsace. Even Lawrence himself is not completely sure of defeating these two people. Then there is the Demon Eagle and Aludiba. They are also the best in the undead tribe. I am afraid that even strong human beings such as Zorro, Gu Feng and Galixis may not be able to defeat them. In addition, there is the mysterious silver-haired boy Carter. Although there is no more information about this boy, experience tells Lawrence that he is qualified to be the leader of the undead at a young age and his strength is by no means an ordinary person.

Pilo, Pilo, I told you a lot at that time to take good care of this child, but in the end he was taken away by the undead and brainwashed. Lawrence mentally scolded Soul Eater for his incompetence.

While humans were discussing, dozens of evil spirit warriors had drawn their swords and seemed about to launch an attack.

Arthas Frostmourne took a stance in his hand; Dragasso kept rubbing his sharp claws, making a tinkling sound; the Demon Eagle jumped down from the beam, fanning the huge black pair on its back. Wings; Aludiba appears with a new and powerful body...

"They must be crazy! How can such a small number of people be our opponents?" Zorro said as he drew his sword and prepared to fight. He turned back to several other human noble patriarchs and said: "I told you in advance that my target is to hurt the bedbug Aludiba who injured my precious son. No one can steal it from me."

Ibrahimovic shook his head, stretched his muscles and said, "No problem, then Alsace belongs to me."

Both camps were ready to fight, waiting for orders from their respective leaders.

Carter looked calm. But there was no fighting intention in his eyes, and he stared at Lawrence's attendants without blinking. To be precise, he was staring at the magic sword in the attendant's hand...

The rusty magic sword looks like a piece of scrap metal, but it has destructive magic power on the undead.

Since ancient times, there have been few direct battles between humans and the undead. Today's confrontation is still unique.

The magic sword is here, who dares to make a mistake!

Lawrence held a sword in one hand and stood in front of everyone. All he had to do was wave it gently, and even a strong man like Alsace couldn't resist it.

Everyone held their breath. Most of them have only heard about it and have never seen the true power of the magic sword.

Except for Aludi and Carter, the other gods of death were afraid of this sword and deliberately took a few steps back.

The situation that was tense just now suddenly became surprisingly quiet. No more loud speakers.

.........

At this moment, the quiet atmosphere was broken by a roar from outside the door: "Your Excellency, Mr. Labor Alliance Leader, Mr. Father, Mr. Father-in-law, that Alsace bullied others too much. He actually used force against me. You have to make the decision for me! "

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound outside the door.

I saw the ghost three panting and walking quickly towards the hall.

"What are you doing here? It's none of your business!" a man shouted from the crowd.