True Immortal of the Netherworld

The battlefield, one end of the central city.

At this time, a night thief ran all the way and hurriedly came to the dark lord Jushan.

Compared with the Night Thief, Jushan's body is like a mountain peak.

"Report to the Lord of Darkness, something serious has happened." The night thief said in a panic.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!" Jushan said impatiently.

"A small number of light coalition forces sneaked into the south, west and east of the central city and set fire to important places such as warehouses. Our soldiers preparing to support were busy putting out the fire and could not come to the battlefield." The night thief explained.

"There is no need for support now. Can't you see that we have taken the initiative on the battlefield? Those mammoth war elephants are so majestic."

Huffing and puffing, I was out of breath on the huge mountain and my mouth was dry.

"Quick, get me some water." Jushan ordered.

The night thief immediately came forward and raised a large water bag with both hands.

Ju Shan leaned over to take the water bottle, gulped it down, and drank all the water in it.

He shook the empty bottle of water and threw it aside.

"Is there any water left?"

The night thief quickly took out another water bottle and held it over.

"Lord, please drink slowly."

Jushan ignored him. This time he simply sat on the ground and drank a gulp of water.

"What a solution..."

The word "thirsty" was not uttered, and Jushan's voice suddenly stopped.

He put down the water bag and looked down at his chest.

An ivory dagger was inserted into the pit of his heart, and the dagger was held in the hand of the night thief.

"You! Who are you?" Jushan was furious and threw the water bottle.

Water gurgled from the mouth of the water bag, and blood gurgled from the heart of the giant mountain.

In anger, Ju Shan clamped a big hand around the night thief's neck and lifted him up.

The night thief had no fear, and said firmly: "I am Rita, the king of thieves. I will not surrender to anyone, let alone become the slave of the king of darkness. A few days ago, you killed my best in the central city. Brothers, I want to avenge them today.”

Jushan suddenly remembered.

A few days ago, several night thieves did sneak into his palace and steal. Except for one guy who escaped, the others were killed on the spot.

"Yeah, yeah! Damn that guy!" Jushan yelled, twisting his hands hard, and the King of Thieves' neck was broken.

Jushan's eyes were red and he threw the King of Thieves off the high city wall.

"Go to hell! The king of bullshit thieves! I, Jushan, am the only king in this world, and others can only become my slaves."

The King of Thieves' neck was broken and his body could not move. His body fell straight from the city wall.

He murmured: "I'm going to die. My name is Rita, the King of Thieves Rita."

His body flew up and his turban fell off.

A piece of black was hovering around him, like a black butterfly chasing freedom.

Past memories flashed back in his mind.

More than forty years ago.

In a dense forest, a night thief and a ragged little beggar stood face to face.

The little beggar hid his hands behind his back, clutching a piece of naan.

"Little guy, are you hungry?" the night thief asked.

The little beggar nodded.

"Eat, I'll settle the score with you when you're full." The night thief said coldly.

The little beggar took out the naan hidden behind his back and took a big bite.

After a while, he finished a large piece of naan, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

"I have no money and only a small life." The little beggar said bluntly.

"How dare you steal my things? Do you know who I am?" asked the night thief.

"I know you are a night thief, because only night thieves cover their faces." The little beggar thought for a while and said.

The night thief reached out and pulled off the dark scarf on his face, revealing an ordinary face, except for an obvious scar on the left side of his face.

He asked: "What now? Do you still think I am a night thief?"

The little beggar scratched his head, and then replied: "Is this it? You are not considered a thief in the night now."

"Little guy, you are very smart," the night thief covered his face again, "What's your name?"

"My name is Rita."

"Rita, let me tell you, I am a thief in the night."

"Are you really a night thief? Legend has it that night thieves are heroes who steal from the rich and give to the poor."

"Shh, keep your voice down. If someone hears that I, as a night thief, was stolen by a beggar, wouldn't I be laughed at? In addition, stories about robbing the rich and giving to the poor are all lies. Because Poor people have nothing worth stealing, so night thieves only steal from rich people."

Hearing the answer from the night thief, Little Rita was very disappointed.

"What? The Night Thief is not a great hero. Is it disappointing to you?"

Little Rita was depressed and bowed: "Sir, I'm so sorry, I just stole your naan."

The night thief waved his hand: "No need."

"My parents died in the war, and I wandered alone. Before I ate this naan, I hadn't eaten for three days. I was so hungry. I took away you while you were asleep. I didn’t take any of the naan in the package or the gold coins in your package. I planned to explain it to you when you woke up." Little Rita explained.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" the night thief said in a gloomy tone.

With a sudden movement, he pulled out the dagger from his waist. The dazzling silver light flashed, and the tip of the knife was pressed against Little Rita's throat.

There was a blood spot on little Rita's throat.

"I, I'm not afraid." Little Rita stuttered, unable to conceal the fear in her heart.

"What else do you wish for before you die?" The night thief's tone became colder.

"I, I want to be the greatest night thief and the legendary king of thieves." Little Rita boldly stated her dream.

When the night thief heard this, his body was nailed to the spot like a wooden stake.

Little Rita closed her eyes, waiting for the dagger to stab her throat.

He believed that if there was an afterlife, he would become a king of thieves and a great hero who robbed the rich and gave to the poor.

The night thief calmed down and instead of killing Little Rita, he removed the dagger from Little Rita's neck.

"Hahaha." The night thief laughed suddenly.

Little Rita opened her eyes, touched her neck with her hand, and thought to herself: "I am still alive."

"Do you know what is the most precious thing among thieves in the night? Only by answering this question correctly will you be qualified to become the king of thieves."

"Is it a gold coin?"

"no."

"It's treasure."

"No."

"It's bread."

"Even less so."

"what is that?"

The night thief shook his head, put away the dagger, turned around, and walked away. His back said coldly: "Rita, little guy, don't follow me, or I will kill you."

"Sir, you haven't told me the answer to my question yet," little Rita shouted.

"If one day, you can become the king of thieves, you will know the answer. However, I still suggest you to be a little beggar, so as not to lose your life." The figure of the night thief disappeared in a dark whirlwind.

"He looks so handsome. I want to become the king of thieves." Little Rita vowed secretly when she saw the night thief using his wind talent.

Twenty years later, the grown-up Rita became an outstanding night thief.

According to the rules of the Thieves World, the successor of the King of Thieves must personally kill the previous King of Thieves before he can be recognized by the World of Thieves.

That day, in the dense forest where Rita got the naan, he had a life-and-death duel with the then king of thieves.

Finally, Rita stabbed the dagger into the heart of the King of Thieves.

The bandanna fell off the King of Thieves' face, and there was a scar on his left cheek.

"It's you?"

Rita recognized that the king of thieves in front of him was the night thief from twenty years ago who took away a naan.

At that moment, Rita found the answer to her question.

He said word by word: "For thieves in the night, the most precious thing is freedom."

"Are you the little beggar you once were, Rita?" The King of Thieves said the last words, and died of excessive blood loss.

Night thieves live for freedom, night thieves die for freedom, this is the motto of Rita, the King of Thieves.

In reality, Rita's body fell from the high city wall.

All his memories turned dark.

There is no more King of Thieves in this world.

...

Ju Shan panicked as the dagger pierced his heart.

He knew that if he pulled out the dagger all at once, he would bleed to death.

"Ghost Witch, help me quickly, I'm going to die." Jushan said in a pleading tone for the first time.

The zombie head floating in mid-air fell back to the giant mountain, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Master Jushan, don't panic. Trust me,

I can give you eternal life. However, you have to be patient and wait. "

Suddenly, the zombie head bit the handle of the dagger with its teeth and pulled it out suddenly.

Jushan's heart was losing blood like a volcanic eruption, and he felt the world was spinning and his whole body lost strength.

Poof!

The zombie head bit the dagger in his mouth and cut Jushan's neck.

A head from Jushan rolled to the ground and died suddenly.

Without stopping for a moment, the zombie head landed on the giant mountain's neck, twisted back and forth, and actually grew together.

"The body corroded by ghosts suits me very well." His head turned flexibly and he blinked.

Strangely, his entire body quickly turned into a zombie, and the wound on his heart stopped bleeding in time.

"I have finally resurrected after sleeping for a hundred thousand years," the ghost witch admired his new body, "This is all I want."

After saying that, he looked down at the giant mountain's head that rolled to the ground, and kicked it away.

"I am the true Lord of Darkness, the Lord of Eternity."

Next, the ghost witch took over the banner of the giant mountain and personally directed the mammoth war elephants on the battlefield to kill wildly.

Under the control of the ghost witch, the mammoth war elephant became even more crazy.

Due to the indiscriminate attacks of mammoth war elephants, the battlefield fell into extreme chaos.

"Damn it! How could these damn big guys kill their own people?" A night thief cursed.

"Ouch, it hurts! My legs were crushed together with the crocodile. The monster's big feet were like a mountain falling down." The crocodile cavalryman who fell to the ground cried.

"My three heads are not enough for this big guy to step on." The three heads of a three-headed giant snake were stepped on by the mammoth war elephant one after another.

"Ahhh——" Before he could let out a third scream, it turned into meat paste.

"I sting, I sting." The giant scorpion-tailed lion stabbed fiercely at the back with its hooked tail, but it could not penetrate the thick skin of the mammoth war elephant at all.

"My hook is broken, wuwu——" The giant scorpion-tailed lion lost its hook tail and was no longer a fourth-level beast, crying sadly.

"Salvo! Target mammoth war elephant!"

The human archers lined up and fired volleys, but the arrows fell like drizzle on the mammoth war elephants.

"The defense of this giant beast is too strong. It is as strong as the city wall. Our long-range attacks are ineffective." The archer said anxiously.

"Bloodline of Warcraft, never give up!" Five one-horned demon lions surrounded a mammoth war elephant, but were swept up into the air by the mammoth war elephant's trunk.

"Flying!" the one-horned demon lion screamed in mid-air.

"Moo--, Bull Brothers, charge!"

More than a dozen giant-horned bulls lined up and charged forward with their giant horns, targeting a mammoth war elephant.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The huge horns of the barbarian bull are as small and fragile as chopsticks in front of the huge tusks of the mammoth war elephant.

More than a dozen giant-horned bulls were instantly overturned to the ground.

The well-disciplined white lions and sacred white deer were also broken up by the mammoth war elephants.

...

For a time, both the Dark Legion and the Light Alliance suffered heavy casualties.

Lan Youyou shouted: "All the Light Alliance Army obeys the order!"

The tip of the sword she held high formed a bow-like sword flower.

"Tactics - retreat!"

The Allied Forces of Light immediately retreated and stopped their losses in time.

Xu Yang used his thunder and fire talent in time.

"Bloodline talent - thunder and fire!"

High in the sky on the battlefield, thunder fists and flame fists fell from the sky.

Boom boom!

The two mammoth war elephants were blown up and down, with white smoke and flames coming out of their bodies.

They just rolled on the ground and roared to their feet again.

A group of heavily armored warriors took the opportunity to retreat.

"These fifth-level soldiers are too terrifying. My thunder and fire spell can only injure them, but cannot directly kill them." Xu Yang said anxiously.

The third golden eye between the golden jade monk's eyebrows shed light waves, desperately reading the information on the battlefield.

"Someone assassinated Jushan! Jushan is dead! Jushan's body was occupied by a strange head. The man who assassinated Jushan fell off the city wall."

"The one who controls the mammoth war elephant now is the ghost witch who has occupied the body of the giant mountain."

"These mammoth war elephants are regenerated bodies that have swallowed the power of corpses. In other words, they are not real living bodies at all."

"Each war elephant has a witchcraft rune in its body. To destroy them, the caster must be killed."

"If we want to end this war, we must kill the ghost witch."