Spellcasting Heavens

The leisurely and happy time is always so short. When the carriage that Warrent rode finally arrived at King's Landing, Zhang Cheng knew that he had to say goodbye to this world.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone. He just came to the predetermined location alone. While admiring the beautiful sunset on the beach, he asked without looking back: How is it? Have you made a decision?

Of course! This world is suitable for me, and I choose to stay. Volant stroked the short gray-white beard on his chin and gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

In that case, let's complete the deal. With that said, Zhang Cheng quickly touched the spatial coordinates used for positioning, then took out a bottle of potion that shone with silver light, raised his head and drank it directly.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth began to spurt blood.

Obviously, this cloned body will completely collapse and die within a minute or two at most.

Volent undoubtedly encountered his impending death and hurriedly said at an extremely fast speed: The fourth seal is deep in the desert more than 500 kilometers away from Cairo, the capital of Egypt. As for the key, it is the one in your hand. The scepter of Anubis, the god of death.”

Pyramid of Osiris? That's it...

Before taking his last breath, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with understanding, and then he fell to the ground with a plop. His whole body melted quickly, turning into a pool of unknown liquid, which merged into the sea water with the waves. disappeared without a trace.

…

At the same time, far away in the ice and snow in the far north, a note suddenly appeared in the hand of Death Knight Huma.

After reading the content inside, he immediately sneered and ordered the Necromancer who was studying the White Walker structure day and night: Tell our forwards! We can start the first round of attacks on the human world!

Now? The eyes of the leader of the Necromancer suddenly flashed with a biting chill.

Yes, now. Also, prepare more portraits. We want those humans to know that if they don't hand over this guy named Volent, their world will never have peace.

The words just fell!

Huma jumped onto the dragon's back and jumped into the sky, skipping over the endless white snow in the north. Without concealing his presence, he wielded the terrifying magic sword and slaughtered villages and cities along the way, killing thousands of people. Transformed into undead, he frantically attacks the surrounding areas indiscriminately. His level of madness is far more extreme than that of Arthas Menethil, the first dutiful son of Azeroth.

When we arrived at King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the city was under full martial law. The city walls were piled with huge bed crossbows that the maesters had painstakingly built, just waiting for an order to knock this legendary demon out of the sky. Come down.

Ah! I like the grand welcome ceremony. A slight ironic smile appeared on Huma's stiff face.

Perhaps for the dragons in this world, these sharp and huge arrows can cause considerable damage, but for the undead, even if they are penetrated entirely, the wounds will heal automatically as long as they are pulled out.

With the ability of negative energy to repair the body, physical attacks have never been a big problem. There is only one thing that can really make the undead feel fearful, and that is pure magic and energy attacks.

In particular, extreme forms of high temperature and heat such as positive energy, flames, and lightning are most likely to cause wounds that are difficult to repair.

Who are you? Why are you killing civilians and turning them into monsters?

A heavily armed Kingsguard on the wall asked loudly at the top of his lungs.

You don't need to ask to know that he is asking questions on behalf of Daenerys and the ministers of the Royal Council.

After all, there has been almost no communication with the other party from the time he appeared until now, and he also has no sense of reason at all. The only thing he does is to kill, going crazy and killing every living person he sees.

In the end, cities and villages turned into ruins, and the resurrected corpses continued to wander around like ghosts. All spies who dared to approach were besieged without exception, and less than ten of them escaped alive to report the situation.

After the Targaryen dynasty unified this continent, no war has ever been so tragic, and no life in its path has been spared.

My name is Huma! The Lord of the Undead! The commander of the army of millions of undead! Now, I am here to inform you of something. Hand over a man named Volent, otherwise I and my army will Launch an attack and kill all of you living people, leaving no one behind. The death knight sat on the back of the dragon and issued an ultimatum from a high position.

Vorent? Daenerys, who was hiding behind the city wall, frowned subconsciously, turned around and asked the ministers around her: Does any of you know who this Volant is?

have no idea!

Sorry, Your Majesty, I haven't heard of it.

Me too!

…

All of a sudden, these nobles from well-born families kept shaking their heads, saying that they had never heard of this name.

But before they could discuss the famous result, Huma immediately took out a piece of parchment with a magic image printed on it from his arms and threw it down from the air: Take it! Here is his portrait! I will give you a piece of parchment. Years of time. If he has not been delivered to me within a year, I will regard it as a signal to start war. Believe me, your ridiculous army cannot even last a month.

After saying these words, the Death Dragon immediately climbed into the sky, flew straight towards the north, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

You don't need to ask to know that such a massive move cannot be hidden from the residents of King's Landing. In just a few hours, everyone knows that there is a terrifying army of death north of the Great Wall. If they cannot be satisfied Under the conditions proposed, all life in the world will be slaughtered.

For survival!

To live!

Whether they are nobles, commoners, mercenaries, or beggars who are hungry and naked, they are all looking for Warrent like crazy.

The Imperial Council even offered a huge reward of 10,000 gold dragons!

Looking at the people with green eyes on the street, Wallent, who was hiding in the secret passage, could not help but tremble. He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: Damn it! I knew it! I knew it! That guy He definitely didn't have any good intentions in leaving so simply. Sure enough, he still had no intention of letting me go. This madman with a dark heart! Who does he think he is? Am I his dog?

But unfortunately, no matter how much you curse, you can't change the current bad situation.

Because the portrait Huma left behind was not an ordinary hand-drawn picture, but a magical portrait. No matter what he disguised himself as, the characters in the portrait would immediately change.

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