123, the nightmare of the whole army

At the top of the observation tower of the imperial capital of the empire, a young man with a mask full of diamonds is playing the harmonica. The heavy sound of the piano sounds full of affection, like a new dream, ambiguous and lingering.

The young man turned his back to the stairs and was intoxicated in his performance. He didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

It was not until the end of the song that he asked, "Is there any special reason why you came here alone to play the harmonica?"

The young man smiled, took out his handkerchief and wiped the harmonica, carefully put it in the box, and then said, "No, I just want to find a place with a wide vision to make myself feel better."

"The music you play doesn't sound like it can make people feel better," Yin carefully avoided the moss between the bricks on the terrace and walked to him. "I used to think you were a person who wouldn't be sad, because whenever you came to you, you were always so patient and never lost your temper."

Idalos looked at the sunset in the distance and said, "Everyone has a sad past, and I am no exception."

"Is it about your brother?" Yin asked tentatively.

"Well, about my family, relatives, and the women I loved." Idalos answered frankly. This sounds like a good start. The sunset can arouse people's sorrow and make people have a desire to pour out. Yin decided to take the opportunity to ask.

Since it is a sad past, the method of asking is very important. Every time she traces her past and the past of her parents, she ends with a tragedy and pushes herself to others. Yin does not want her question inappropriately and sprinkles salt on people's wounds.

But before she thought about how to start, Idalos took the initiative to say, "Two centuries ago, my family was a famous aristocrat of Beliah, and there were countless court magicians. Nowadays, many high-level magics were once masterpieces that my ancestors were proud of, and the most sought after was probably Bai. In the Royal Casino, the president asked me for the bet.

Yin nodded: "Dementor and rebirth." She has either experienced or seen these two magics. Although it's not good to say so, she is still lucky.

"But wealth is only three generations. In the past two hundred years, the ancestors have been ups and downs, and they have been exiled and recalled. However, in the end, they were defeated by a plague in their hometown. Fortunately, the people who survived left their hometown and began to go into exile until my father's generation. Due to the Battle of Sotowa 30 years ago, It is forbidden to study the magic of the dead. One of my uncles refused to abide by it and was sent to the gallows. Since then, my father has forbidden us to learn magic and ordered our brothers and sisters to change their martial arts.

Yin asked unexpectedly, "So you still have a sister. She should be about the same age as my mother, right?"

Idalos hummed and said, "At that time, because I was still young and no one took care of me, I secretly hid many books uploaded by my ancestors. A few years later, because someone reported that there were books about necromancer magic in our family, my father and mother were burned to death as heretics. The eldest brother fled the empire with me and my sister, completely abandoned the past surname, changed his face, and made a livelihood to intercept the caravan.

Intercept the caravan?

Yin vaguely remembered something and listened to him continue to say: "The first few years were very smooth. The eldest brother was born to practice martial arts, and a large group of younger brothers gathered by his men were also warm-blooded and belligerent. For a long time, we lived a worry-free migration life. Until 19 years ago, when I was eleven years old, in Kuzbik Mountain We were attacked by a large number of undead warriors..."

"Ah!" Yin finally exclaimed, "Your brother and sister, are they the leaders of the two thieves of the Golden Storm?"

Idalos bent the corners of his mouth and turned his head to look at her: "You know?"

How can you not know! At the beginning, they encountered the same attack in Kuzbik Mountain, and the whole army was almost destroyed. Yin himself fainted because of such a wide range of anti-magic field for the first time, and the skeleton soldiers who attacked them were the remains of the members of the Golden Storm Barbarian Corps.

Emir of the Dragon's Blade. Highly poisonous Rose Medea.

These two famous leaders of the barbarian bandit group in history turned out to be Idalos's brother and sister? Yin felt that she was about to faint. The world was really crazy.

"Although... we don't know much about it, we were attacked when we were on Mount Kuzbik. A necromancer manipulated a large number of skeleton soldiers to attack us. Among those skeletons," Yin said, her voice lowered, "There are your brothers and sisters."

I thought Idalus would be very angry, but I didn't expect him to just say, "No matter how powerful he was in life, after death, he is just a pile of white bones that can't think. The necromancer who manipulates others will sooner or later become a puppet who is manipulated."

When Yin recalled the huge attack lineup, she felt numb and couldn't help asking, "There were so many people in the Golden Storm in those years, and your brother and sister were so powerful. Why did they still be destroyed in Kuzbik Mountain? What on earth did they encounter?"

After asking, I found that I had asked a stupid question. Since the whole army at that time was destroyed, no one could answer what happened.

"It's not them, but us." Idalos calmly corrected.

"We?!"

Yin was stunned: "Are you with them? They are all dead. You were only eleven years old at that time. How did you survive alone?

Idalos laughed jokingly: "One person? Who told you that I was the only one who survived and took me out of the siege from thousands of skeletons? Can't you think of who it would be?

In the windy valley, countless skeleton soldiers, demons and prisoners kept rushing down from the cliffs on both sides, or opening their incomplete teeth to bite people's flesh fiercely, or passing through the crowd with highly poisonous flames, leaving burning wounds.

The man's roar and the woman's scream are so insignificant in the sound of the wind and the click of white bones.

No matter how powerful the sword is, it can't stop the attack of the undead warriors. All the way forward, the sand road behind him is covered with blood and limbs, and the number of the team is decreasing sharply.

"Women and children withdraw first!" Waving the huge red sword is Emil, the Qi swordsman with the title of Dragon's Blade, that is, the head of this barbarian bandit group that is now being attacked for unknown reasons. He is born with divine power and can lift elephants and throw them out, but he can't help these lifeless undead warriors.

In the intertwined sad screams, a loud soprano responded from afar: "Mad warriors and knights, protect the magician and withdraw quickly!"

The young female archer with jujube red hair rode on the horse, touched the empty quiver with her backhand, simply abandoned the long bow, pulled out the whip from her waist and pulled it out into the air, smashed a skeleton that fell from high altitude. The highly poisonous Rose Medea, the deputy head of the Golden Storm and the sister of Amir, has been drawn a bloody cut on her beautiful face. With every loud order, blood keeps flowing out.

The well-trained thieves spontaneously organized a defense line, so that magicians and a few priests who are not good at white-edged combat can use magic. However, after a few hours of tug-of-war, the undead warriors have only increased, and almost the magicians of the whole regiment have been overdrawn of magic and can no longer use any magic.

"This won't work! Emile, we must first find out where the man who manipulates these undead warriors is, or no matter how many people are, they will be dragged to death!" The only one who is still using magic intermittently is a girl with braids. The blood stains on her face make people unable to see her actual age, but her magic cultivation is far superior to everyone present, which is beyond doubt.

Emir struggled to cut off the cervical vertebrae of a skeleton, wiped a handful of blood flowing to his mouth, and his tone was full of sadness: "But where the hell is this madman?"

In the fleeing team, there was a coma boy on the back of a horse. There was no obvious wound on his body, but his face was gray and yellow, as if his life was coming soon. A prisoner peeped at the defense loophole and roared at him. The girl in charge of covering not far away suddenly turned around and quickly threw a new moon blade and cut off the whole hand that was about to touch the boy's body.

Medea gasped violently and retreated to the horse's side. Her horse had been torn into pieces by countless skeleton soldiers, and a deep bone wound was added to her thigh. Too much blood loss made her pale, but she still grabbed the reins and drove the horse that scared its legs forward.

"Isaiah, wake up, please..." She stroked the boy's cheek with her blood-stained hand and pleaded, "Wake up, we can escape, don't do this... Isaiah..."

The girl with braids also squeezed to the edge of the horse. First, she shook the boy's arm. Seeing that he had no response, she had to say to Medea, "The power of death in this area is too strong. If he doesn't go out quickly, his life may be in danger and he won't have time to cry!"

Medea choked and dragged an injured leg and walked with difficulty: "It's all my fault. Why did you come to this place... Isaiah, hold on, my sister will take you out."

The boy on horseback is motionless, and his breath is weak. Countless undead warriors exude a strong power of death. Ordinary people feel fear and suffocation, not to mention his life attributes. The fire of life is like a candle in the wind and may be extinguished at any time.

The men left to attract firepower, while the women protected their children and tried to escape out of the valley. The girl with braids looked sallow, and big beads of sweat kept falling on her head. After fighting for several hours, she couldn't use any magic anymore, and she had a splitting headache, so she could only push forward with a will.

The female assassins in front of them exclaimed, "There are monsters in front of you!"

The two girls beside the horse were stunned, and their hearts suddenly cooled. Now there are only women and children in the team. Everyone is exhausted. Any five-star warcraft can kill them all.

"It's Mengjia!" I don't know who let out a desperate whine and appeared on the huge body at the mouth of the valley. A moon-like beautiful eye looked condescendingly at this group of prey not far away.

The girl with braided hair held her head and walked forward with difficulty: "How can there be Mengjia, here..." Before she finished speaking, the women around her screamed in fear and retreated. It was dark in front of her, and it took a long time to see that the two-story-high seven-star monster actually sat in front of her, with big eyes bent, as if smiling at her.

Mengjia made a "quack" sound, stretched out his three-finger claws, and carefully poked her shoulder.