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The Pacific Ocean in the darkness is as peaceful as a skinny night watchman, with a vast soul rippling in his broken body.

On the sea near the water antenna of the Eternal Lighthouse, there are several looming ghost ships floating on the sea. The hulls are riddled with holes, and seawater keeps penetrating the deck and soaking the black robes on the ground, mixed with turbid foam and mildew. of sawdust.These men in black robes stood very stiffly, but they did not cover their faces with big hoods. There were old men, young girls, and most of them were extremely beautiful young men. But on the left faces of these people, there were strange patterns. There was a black rose on it, but at the second glance it looked more like a beautiful skeleton. The petals spread their teeth and claws, all stretching upward, spreading over the pupils and eyelashes, and resting on the broken forehead.When he blinked, it was as if the stamens were swallowing something, and those sticky eyeballs were completely the remains of rotten flesh after being bombarded by arcane missiles.

The girl at the front of the fleet raised her cloak, holding the black crystal wand in her little hand hidden in the darkness, staring at the water with her clear right eye, and said quietly: "Professor Nalo, we really want to float to the other side of the ocean. One side, what kind of world is that?"

The witch came over and stroked the girl's long hair with her withered hands. Her eye sockets were sunken, and the corners of her eyes were dry and cracked like barren soil. There was no aura in her eyes, like purified ghouls, as they walked around eternity. At the lighthouse, the glorious body of Noah's Ark roared past, and the rushing waves nearly killed them. But the strange thing is that no matter what angle the ghost ship tilts, it can slowly return to normal and continue to move forward with swaying. , when the sea completely returned to calm, Professor Nallo stopped controlling the fleet and said: "The world we are about to arrive is just like Noah's Ark. There are strange people and things, and there are more harsh and profound things. Knowledge and scholarship include both nobles and commoners, and these things are not what "Song of the Corpse" should focus on. All we can do is redeem and be redeemed."

The girl stopped talking. She knelt down boredly and clasped her fingers on the moldy wood on the deck. She still stared at the sea with her right eye, as if she had thrown some treasure in. When the professor was distracted, she suddenly stood upright and waved her wand. At the same time, he yelled out half-obscure sentences that were obviously not Elvish and spells.The originally calm sea surface immediately began to vibrate. The water seemed to be boiling, churning with rotating bubbles with a radius of at least ten meters. Several steel tentacle-like things pierced the water surface, expanding and contracting very regularly, from the remote and mysterious depths of the seabed. Here, there was a roar like an explosive sonic wave, and the men in black robes instinctively summoned a defensive barrier. In addition to the uneven purity of the elements and the brightness of the shield, this kind of breath should be spurned by human mages. Black magic, but undead magic from the Black Sea Islands and Dark Canyon, is a taboo branch subject that has been included in the top blacklist by the Holy See's Ministry of Magic.

While everyone was calmly responding, the tentacles were unscrupulous, dragging out a larger metal surface, which were wings that could not be measured with measuring tools. Although only one third was exposed, it was already as tall as the obelisk of the sun god.

Countless sea fish were picked up by the wind and waves, spun in the air, and fell on the deck of the ghost ship. The girl continued to wave the wand, smiling brightly. But just when she was immersed in the world of joy and couldn't extricate herself, the black crystal wand Disappeared out of thin air and appeared in the old woman's hands.She levitated out of thin air and flew over the wings that were constantly cutting the sea surface. She kept hitting the monsters that were about to rush out with the black crystal wand, making sounds that often appeared in the blacksmith shop. Interestingly, the unknown species living in the seabed, It actually swayed half of its wings like a child, and it was very obedient to repeat.

Dive back.

Professor Nallo returned to the ship, put the wand in his arms, and said in a reproachful tone: "Listen Ross, before successfully landing in the 6th harbor capital, I hope you can calm down and save yourself enough energy to welcome you. A new owner I’ve never met before.”

Seeing that his wand was confiscated, Rose's fair little face was full of disappointment, and he tried to argue: "But it has been more than two months, and Qulier has been alone on the cold seabed. She will get sick." of."

Witch Naluo shook her head firmly and smiled: "The adult steel dragon from the distant Black Sea is a more eternal species than the ancient tree of life."

"Is the ancient species professor from the Dark Canyon more harsh than Professor Su?" It was a beautiful irony that directly stung the weakest part of the witch Nalo's heart.

"Don't show that old goblin raised by Tilista in front of me!!!" the witch screamed in a very ungraceful manner. The sound almost pierced the eardrums of every listener, so that everyone regretted withdrawing their defense too early. shield.

"This sexy voice has a youthful flavor. If Professor Nallo greets that old stubborn Custer in this way every time he sees him, I believe Professor Su will definitely quit." Ross said like wind chimes. With a smile, he revealed the tragic romance of an old witch.

"Rose, stop messing around. There is no direct descendant of the Domi Lich clan who is as precocious as you." Naluo blinked his green eyes, looking a little angry.

The girl seemed to have sensed some kind of enlightenment. She sat obediently on the deck, played with her nails with two bone spur daggers, and hummed a very rare Nordic nursery rhyme. The song spread along the sea, like the cry of the Naga Siren. .

Dawn, dawn is coming. Where the sea and the sky meet, there are countless light elements roaring.

North of the Mogula Mountains, the main city of the Kingdom of Kot.

Under the banner of wild chrysanthemums near the teaching platform in the central square, there are assembled the incomplete Royal Knights, the blood-soaked court magicians in their witch robes, two great swordsmen with broken epees, and those warriors who should be called works of art. The armor was covered with filth and blood, and the stiff face covered in dust revealed only pupils that were still bright and hot. The city tower equipped with enhanced protection like a fortress had disappeared, leaving only broken walls and ruins. The ever-present dust.

While waiting in agony, two more horses fell to the ground due to being overwhelmed. The knights could only stand on the spot, using their spears to support the ends of the crossbows.

The horn sounded alone, and following the direction of the sound, a huge golden figure walked slowly. The broad sword behind him was so long that it touched the ground and covered the tip, with a flame body of extremely high purity remaining.

The corpses of the behemoth siege beasts had already buried the city gates, forming a natural defensive mountain. As soon as the first barbarian warrior showed his head, he was bombarded into powder by instant arcane missiles, and soon after, more were bombarded by the great shaman. The Tauren warriors who had been blessed with a bloodthirsty state charged mechanically and fell like cannon fodder. In exchange, the energy of the magicians and arcaneists was exhausted. These Chakra heroes who fought for several days without guarantee of battery life. , at this time, even summoning the simplest elemental ball is already very difficult.

The time to poison history has arrived!