When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

After two days of rest, on the third day, when the twilight of dawn pierced the sky, the people in the desert were ready to go.

More than 80 knights led their own camels and guarded [-] tribesmen. Standing on the edge of the forest, they will continue westward and reach the forest valley two hundred miles away. The products that come to trade, so no species will set their sights there.They will rebuild their homes here and multiply.

Turning his head to look at the blond young man who was staring intently at the cavalry, San smiled slightly, "You really don't bring a few helpers?"

Avar shook his head, "With our strength, we can't confront the Lich King head-on, and a few more people will only increase the burden." He paused, "And my people need their protection more than I do. "

There is no flaw in the logic, Sarn shrugged and did not refute.

At this time, a black-haired man walked out from among the knights. He was tall and his face was exhausted but could not hide the determination and sharpness between his brows. He quickly walked up to Avar, put his hand on his chest, and acted like a standard knight. present.

"My lord, our troops have assembled and we can set off."

"Be careful on the road. The Temple of Light has lost a hundred knights, and they won't let it go."

"Oh, you don't need to worry too much about this. I guess the temple doesn't know the whereabouts of its own knights yet." Sarn interjected, "With the rescue of my master, you are now out of the control of prophecy. I think no one will notice your whereabouts for a while."

Although the dark elf's tone was disgusting, the two children of the desert were obviously relieved.Other races are equally dangerous to the castaways, but as long as they can escape the tracking of the temple, they will fight against any enemy.Looking at the clansmen standing in the distance, Avar solemnly said to his best friend, "Lead them well and protect them. As I said, you will become an excellent leader."

Looking back at him with the same stubborn eyes, Carlos replied, "Our leader will always be you, and we will sincerely look forward to your return. May the glory of our Lord Asnaan be with you."

Facing this sentence of blessings full of sincerity and prayer, Avar replied firmly. "May the glory of our Lord Asnaan be with you."

The team walked slowly towards the distance under the guidance of the knights. Looking at the slightly bleak back of the blond youth, San asked curiously, "Didn't you tell them about the fall of the gods?"

An extremely sharp gaze swept towards him, and Avar grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, "They don't need to know! Faith is the only driving force that has supported us for thousands of years. I will not allow you to destroy their only remaining pillar."

"And then? Watch them continue to struggle hopelessly for generations?"

"No, they'll know eventually, just not this way, not at this moment."

Looking at the knight who refused to give in at all, Sarn smiled slightly and took a step back. "Then protect your pathetic people, Captain, can we go on the road now?"

Without answering, Avar followed the steps of the dark elves and walked in the direction of the two mages.

"By the way, you haven't told us what the Lich King really is."

"We don't know his real name, just like we don't know where he came from. But for hundreds of years, the people of the desert have called him Alastor, the Lich King, who lives in the Scarlet Temple Blazing Tyrant."

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In the depths of the ground, a majestic palace stands awe-inspiring. The huge pillars that are different from the mainland style now support the broad hall. The stone pillars are decorated with complicated patterns and statues of gods that can only be seen before the age of catastrophe.But the stone pillars, which should have been pure white, turned crimson, like burning flames, like splashed blood, like the ferocious roar of thousands of innocent souls.In the wide hall, a huge throne with the height of two people stands in the center of the high platform. The dark marble base and the white animal bone bracket blend with the bloody eyes, revealing a strange and cold feeling. meaning.

In front of the throne, a knight knelt on one knee and made a supreme salute towards the throne.Following his movements, the sound of bone rubbing echoed in the armor. This is a gorgeous full-body armor. Time has erased its original bright silvery white, and turned it into a dark and deep iron black color. The ancient and delicate patterns are on the armor. The edge slowly disappears, as if swallowed by rust and time, only the fiery red imprint engraved on the chest is still bright and eye-catching, it is the silhouette of a bird, proudly spreading its wings and raising its head, like a ball of dancing blazing flames, with it What shines are two blue will-o'-the-wisps, which burn quietly in the knight's head, swaying and dancing like a beating heart, making the surrounding white bones even more eerie.

This is a skeleton guard that only belongs to the necromancer. It is powerful, loyal, and fearless. It is a loyal guard that every necromancer will have.But for the Lich King whose life is almost eternal, this is just an inconspicuous general in his regiment.

"My lord, No. 17 abandoned tribes have submitted to your throne." The hoarse and solemn voice of the skeleton resounded through the armor and resounded in the hall. "The iron hooves under your command will flatten the entire Purgatory Desert, and you will become the supreme king here."

A fingertip tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne. There was no trace of flesh and blood on the too dry fingertips, but a piece of dry bone wrapped in a scorched black skin.It knocked on the throne made of bone dragon bones with an unhurried rhythm, making a hollow knocking sound.After a long time, a hoarse voice echoed in the hall.

"Too few. Ten thousand soldiers can't support my army. Your speed is too slow."

A burst of anger and coercion hit the skeleton guard, and the other guards also knelt on one knee, bowing their heads to their king together.

"I've been stuck here for 500 years, and these little bugs in the desert can no longer satisfy my needs. Now, it's time to show my strength to the entire continent."

"Your majesty is everywhere, your fear will cover every inch of land under the sky, and you will become the master of all dark creatures in the world."

"Hahaha, yes, I will." Hoarse laughter echoed in the hall, carrying infinite arrogance and a gloomy chill. "Raise your long swords and sweep away the remaining remnants of the desert, and turn your blades on those stupid humans who have defied me, insulted me, and pushed me into this purgatory! I will let them know fear and death With the power, they will repay everything they owed."

With a sound of swiping, all the long swords in the hall were drawn out of their scabbards.Those sharp edges seemed to have never been attacked by time, and they shone with a dazzling cold light.The blood-red palace, the iron-black armor, the blue will-o'-the-wisp and the silver-white sword light flickered together, exuding a chilling power.Outside this dark palace, there is a scorched earth wreckage. The huge city has been split in two, losing all possible vitality.This is the former capital of the sun, the former land of the gods, and now it only belongs to a king of ghosts, and it seems that it will belong to this king forever.