The 12th Old Department

Maglin suddenly felt that he was a little more angry after entering here, or he was more direct here. The strength of the undead world was paramount. Did he do this instinctively? Furiated by Maglin's straightforward sentence and the contempt in his eyes, the dwarf roared and drew a tomahawk from behind: "Be polite to me..."

King Maglin's bow nodded on his eyebrows: "Don't you mind making up for the undead around you? Or give it to me." At the same time, his energy was transformed into a pure dark breath of death. The tomahawk landed, and the dwarves crawled to the ground. The wind around him stopped, but Maglin could feel countless inferior undeads talking about himself. He roared, "Shut up!"

Then he swept out fiercely towards the periphery, and a circle of black ripples spread outward. There were waves of white fog in the forest, which dissipated for a long time. At this point, seeing his anger, the dwarf did not dare to say anything more, but now Maglin asked him to say it. Maglin continued to ask the previous questions. Question everything this guy knows.

Under the intimidation of the soul, Maglin quickly got everything it could know. As Maglin thought, during the long years, the undead in this forest gradually became conscious. Among them, the number of elves was the largest, so they became the leader of the forest. At that time, the opponents, the dwarf orcs and the human race became a group. One of the two sides occupied the old place in the north of the forest, and the other occupied the south. Then the two sides still fought.

Until one day, the elves conquered the whole forest, the human race was destroyed, the dwarves surrendered, the orcs were exiled to the periphery, and some even disappeared into the swamp area connected to the death forest, and the king of the dead was called Aleeus! More than a thousand years ago, the undead army led by Aleeus once killed out of the forest and went to the abyss of the betrayer in the north, the dark elves, but for some reason he came back, and from then on he had a certain relationship with the dark elves.

"What is the relationship between Galahir and Arreus?"

I don't know this pretentious errand. He only knew that he had accepted the order of the elf general above, so he sat on the undead bird and came here to meet Maglin's. He also admitted that before, he saw that Maglin was actually stopped by those low-level orcs, so he showed off his power. Maglin's slap in the face with a bright attribute made the dwarf howl, and half of his face burned away. Then he said, "Take the lead!"

Soon after.

Maglin saw that in the distance, an extremely large castle built on thousands of forests appeared in the dense forest. The beautiful Elf Palace in memory and today's black castle alternate, and thousands of years have passed in an instant. Maglin sighed for Eurofield. The great royal palace is now only one-tenth of that of that year. The giant tree that supported the royal palace, the giant tree that once exhaled its original vitality to moisten the whole elf country, is only the main trunk of petrochemical.

This is a last image of civilization, and those alert elves and undead people are even more sad. They are no longer beautiful in those years, black, cyan, broken limbs and broken arms, and some are even directly a black fog... Only advanced undead can have their own entities. The more advanced they are, the more realistic they are. The more you can change the last-minute killing left on the body.

The undead bird is slowly descending, and the pressure on Maglin makes it trembling.

Landed on the wide platform, and Maglin turned over and stepped on the ground. He didn't look at the soldiers around him. He just looked up at the sky. There were always large lead clouds on the forest of the undead. Only on rare days would there be moonlight sprinkled through the clouds. More often, the light source of the undead world was the phosphorus light of those white bones, dotted all over the forest.

But today, the moon is like a hook, and the lead cloud actually lacks a hole, which is letting the moonlight shine on the forest. Maglin also saw many undead looking up at the sky. Many years ago, the memory of the beautiful world was also depicted in their memories, such as blue sky, white clouds, sunshine and so on. But now, they can only live in this abandoned place.

It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't. The spirits of the elves fluctuated, and the moonlight became dim.

Another undead bird landed. Meglin saw the tattooed dark elf in the image walking towards him with a staff. Maglin stood with his hands behind his back. Galahir's eyes stared at the jing armor on his body and the king bow behind him. He asked, "Young man, can you show me the king bow?"

"Will you give your weapon to your enemy?" We are not enemies."

"You don't have the final say." Maglin's eyes were like lightning, and the prophecy was already in his hand. He raised it: "Where's the helmet? Its attribution is undecided, but its existence can prove your sincerity.

"Let's go and see Arles, Rose's Arles." The old priest turned around and walked towards the royal palace. Maglin was stunned and followed. Along the way, no one stopped him.

I vaguely remember what it looks like here. This is the main hall of the Elf Palace. Many years ago, a top elite of civilization gathered here. But now, the flowers in the hall are no longer there. There are petrified vines hovering on the wall, and the top of the hall has been broken, which is the traces left by the war. Traces.

The backward civilization entered here with the support of powerful force. They didn't know how to appreciate it. They didn't understand art. They destroyed everything they were jealous of, and then stood on the ruins and thought that they conquered but didn't know the fate of being enslaved.

Maglin and Gallagher walked into the hall and walked to the depths. There were broken stones on both sides of the passage. From the lines above, you can see how exquisite they are when they are complete. Maglin seems to have a soul outside the sky. People's hearts are divided into two parts. One belongs to Maglin's own, and the other belongs to the former elf king.

Finally, Galahir, the high priest, said, "Sit down." Maglin sat in front of the king's chair. He wondered why there was no one here. Galahir said, "I finally see you, young man." At the same time, he waved his hand, and the undead standing in the dark retreated. A white fog suddenly surged up in the hall.

Garashir took a greedy breath, and Meglin felt something was wrong. He looked at the other party alertly. The seal on Galahir's body is shining, and there is more and more white fog. Maglin looked at this strange scene, and his heart was puzzled. He suddenly stepped back a few steps, and Wang Gong had already landed a sharp light in his hand.

But Galahill was still sucking the white fog around him, and then gradually became a ball. The white light of the sealed words flashed in the thick fog cocoon. After half a sound, the light and shadow flashed. It was just an ugly dark elf with a bald head, old, chestnut skin, ** upper body, tattooed with strange symbols, but now it has become a young and heroic elf.

The only thing that remains unchanged is his dark skin and vicissitudes of eyes. A faint black fog circled around him. He looked at Maglin and suddenly smiled. He stretched out his hand, and a roll of sheepskin appeared in the palm of his hand. Maglin looked at him in a staring, and the sheepskin rolled up. Maglin, who was on guard, felt the weak magic power and the non-threatening magic power. Then he saw the scroll of sheepskin, which was the Great Prophecy.

He looked down in surprise. The big prophecy in the palm of his hand was still the same. He frowned: "Who the hell are you?"

"Where is my king!" Galahir looked at him coldly. At the same time, he pressed his hand on the long sword on his side. In an instant, his whole body was full of destruction. The footsteps outside the hall sounded. Countless undead had surrounded here, and the elves showed their fangs.

Maglin pointed to him and shouted, "Aleeus!"

"Not bad. Maglin, you have the breath of my king. Where is my king? Even if the general of the elves has died, his soul will not dissipate. After thousands of years, the majesty has poured into Maglin. Maglin smiled, raised his hand and threw Wang Gong to him. He turned around and walked towards the throne. Europa's memory has long been one with him. This violent but loyal General Arles!

Taking a step, Jing Jia retreated, the purple shield disappeared, and the silkworm robe floated. Taking another step, Jing Jia was in the body, and the purple shield flashed. A light suddenly flashed on one side of the throne. In a blink of an eye, Maglin saw a helmet appearing there on those cases. Behind Meglin, the arrogance of Aleusus Putian holding the king's bow was eliminated by Maglin's behavior.

He stared at the artifact of his clan as he wanted to be used by this young man with a king's breath. His hand holding Wang Gong trembled a little. Then he saw that Meglin stood in front of the throne, turned around and sat down, picked up his helmet, and paused heavily on his side, with a sound of dust flying, and a black fog. Green's eyes sparkled, and he forced the other party standing on the spot. He asked in ancient elf language, "General Arles, how do you feel about holding the king's bow again after 3,000 years?"

The powerful magic like the tide has already swept the king's bow. When Orophil steals Maglin's body, he used the innocence, correct, and the breath left by the only method that the royal family can crack has long been felt by Aleu. He couldn't believe that it was the return of the king. But he knew that Wang's ability was not what he could think of. What about three thousand years? The loyalty of those years has not changed so far.

It's just that he is not sure yet.

"Idiot, if I hadn't dominated this body, how could Richard Maglin have this ability?" Maglin laughed and scolded, and the murderous spirit flowed in his eyebrows. Although he was laughing, he was already impatient. This is exactly the expression and behavior of Orophile when he was extremely angry. Arles, who was standing below, had no doubt. Although the undead had no tears, he trembled all over.

He knelt down with a bang and whispered, "See you, my king."

Outside the hall, it was suddenly quiet for a second, and the black fog surged. Dozens of unusually tall and clear black figures rushed in and shouted in unison, "See you, my king."

"Tell the people that I'm back. You can leave for the time being. I have something to say to Arles.

"Yes."

Sauron, who looked at the death forest on the other side, suddenly felt a fierce, resentment and a strange breath wrapped in joy rising to the sky. He was shocked to see that the blue moon in the sky had turned blood. The silver dragon suddenly fluttered its wings and went to the other side without hesitation. Sith looked over there in a daze, and he shouted anxiously, "Aris!"

The silver dragon head did not return and flew away.

At the same time, the general of the nearby Odin Legion also looked at the dead forest on the left with surprise. The wolf smoke dyed the bright moon red. His face was like earth. As a loyal subordinate of the high priest, he accompanied him this time. Once the high priest made a mistake, what happened?

And in the Elf King Hall, Maglin is continuing to ask each other.

The still young general respectfully told his king. Since more than a thousand years ago, after he led his army into the dark abyss, Gado, the high priest of the dark elves, was defeated by him and under his pressure, he read the future of the undead army with his own vitality, so he was overjoyed that he immediately stole the form of Gado and stayed there.

After that battle, the undead who were waiting for the king's return no longer wandered around. Only then did the barbarians get rest and recuperation. Otherwise, their biggest enemy was not the human beings on the other side, but the undead in the death forest. Aleusus, who incarnated as Gado, has been stealing the body of the descendants of the dark elves for a long time. Every few decades, he will come here once when he changes his blood. Since then, he has become the messenger of communication between Odin and the Death Forest.

In fact, who knows that their high priest is the leader of the Legion of the Dead.

"What's under the dark abyss?" Maglin asked. Acreus raised his head and said, "I don't know. I dare not approach there, because I feel a force that scares me. Because of my special identity, I have been a high priest in the dark abyss for generations, but I don't have real power. The dark elves' one of Gado comes from the fact that Gado's descendants can communicate with the undead in the Death Forest. In fact, I'm an alternative in their minds.

"It is." Maglin said with a smile. Aleeus also smiled and said, "Yes."

The dark abyss was originally ruled by the powerful dark council. Although the emperor of Odin mastered the secular power, all the magic power was in the hands of the parliament. The elves of the dark abyss were like gods for the Odin Empire. Aleeus said that they were very strong. Mr. Yuan multiplied around the abyss and then expanded to the whole empire. Now there are about 60,000 people.

What is this compared with the elf clan at the peak? But now, 60,000 elves, even if they are dark and depraved.

According to Arles, this group of guys walk all over Odin, gathering with their families. Every ten thousand people elect an elder, and six people form a parliament. The president of parliament, that is, Odin's real master, is changed every ten years. This is completely the organizational form of the magic guild inherited from the elves civilization in those years.

"Are they living well now?" Maglin asked. Aleeus nodded. Although he hated the traitors, he was also his clan. He couldn't wait to destroy them, but he also knew that if the dark elves were all destroyed, there would be no more elves in the world. According to Arles, there are also fights between them, small-scale wars, family annexation, losses, and some will even be sealed to buy the human race.

Maglin knew that they colluded with some former guys from the old sect of the Holy See. Some adventurers always risk their lives to cross the two sides of the Taiwan Straits, and even go around the sea to trade with the other side. There are things that roses don't have, and roses also have wild ones. For example, beautiful girls, teenagers, craftsmen of the human race...

It is difficult to prohibit the evil slave trade. Since the era of elf civilization, at that time, there will be some crazy people, some strong people of other races, will kidnap the single elves in exchange for rich rewards, which is also one of the origins of war.

Of course, Maglin will also tell the other party everything about himself in detail. Except for the fact that he destroyed Eurofield and changed Eurofield to McGreen, nothing else needs to be changed. At the same time, he also told the other party that he would definitely be influenced by Maglin. It is impossible to be completely the same as in the past, and he still needs to recover slowly.

Of course, Arles can understand this. The two were talking for a long time when Magling suddenly moved his heart. He shouted angrily, "Take the Legion of Necromancers and come with me." Maglin felt that it was Ares who was in danger. Arles was shocked and immediately went out. Before long, hundreds of huge birds left by the whole Legion of the Dead took off.

Maglin sat behind Arles, and the huge bird under him was exactly what he saw in that dream.

South.

In the Death Forest near the Rhine River. Ares was angrily holding a huge black ground dragon. When the guy who pretended to be the sacred dragon flew in the sky all day, a large black fog suddenly gushed out below, and then countless spears hit him. The provocative guy rushed down in a rage and was bound to an area at once.

In front of him is the undead of the orc king. In this forest, it is the most powerful existence except for elves. The breath from Ares made him rejoice. This is an excellent tonic. If this dragon is bigger, he will not provoke him, but now he is still a minor, single, and a little stupid.

Obviously, there was a dark breath in his body, but he was covered in silver. The orc king opened his mouth and roared wildly, and the overwhelming black fog shrouded the area. Ares, who was seduced by several orcs, finally panicked. If there is Maglin around him, he dares to bite, but now he is alone. In Maglin's space magic training ground, the power of those undead is deeply painted in its memory. And I was not as strong as I was at that time.

It's just that this fool doesn't know that everything is exaggerated and illusory.

Ares is the stupidest sacred dragon in history. After the history continues, he is the smartest dragon in his family. Ares went crazy there. Don't desperately fan its black fog to death, don't throw magic at a cost, spit without money, and take time to communicate with his father Maigreen: "Help, help."