Chapter 389 Prelude to War
“It’s so cold…”
The soldier curled up his body, as if this could relieve him from the cold.
The pierced left eye left only a deep darkness.
That is the place leading to death...
The soldier was scratching on the ground and he felt his fingers touching something.
Rough and fibrous...
Is it clothes?
But anyway, Shi felt that he needed something.
He tore at it in the darkness.
Maybe after pulling it off, he felt something extra on his hand.
The soldier covered his left eye with the torn object.
It was empty there, and he always felt a chill on his forehead.
Perhaps, the arrow that pierced his forehead took away too much.
Now, Shi can't remember much.
But there are some things that even death cannot take away...
He slowly raised his right hand.
There, a ring made of bronze was stuck tightly.
It should have had a pair.
Even if it is simple, even if it is cheap.
But they should be a couple...
Now, there is only one.
Whether it is the ring or the person who wears it...
A ray of scarlet light gradually spread in the soldier's cold pupils!
The power of hatred was like light blue smoke lingering around his body!
It seemed to come alive, like a venomous snake spitting out snake almonds.
Amidst the cold and dangerous hiss, the scarlet snake apricot glowed with a certain vicious light.
“Hiss…hiss…”
"hiss?"
Suddenly, the scarlet snake apricot was grabbed by something!
Amid the sounds of stunned struggle, the light blue smoke gradually sank.
Then, the scholar heard someone talking:
"The activation of hatred actually takes this form?"
"The ancestors of those worms were really rich..."
The other party's accent was unfamiliar and the scholar didn't recognize him.
He slowly opened his right eye which was blocked by filth and blood.
The cold trace of hatred left a hideous, dangerous line near his right eye.
The soldier didn't care about these. He stared at the person who came with his remaining eyes.
He was an old human with a kind face and a strong body.
It can be seen that when he was young, he must have been a powerful warrior.
In his right hand, he held a long staff.
This makes the other party's identity somewhat vague.
Great Master?
Or maybe just a simple passer-by...
No, Shi suddenly thought of something.
He stroked his cheek, which was "burned" by the cold power of hatred.
No ordinary object can bear such violent force, so there are such obvious scars on his face.
And how can it be an ordinary existence if it can be easily controlled or even suppressed?
"Do you want me to let go of my hatred?"
The soldier said in a hoarse voice with some noise.
He looked at the old man in front of him with his only remaining right eye, as if asking something.
"lay down?"
"No……"
After hearing the scholar's answer, the old man smiled.
Then he looked at the scholar and said:
"I'll teach you how to smash those skeletons..."
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The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a sound like muffled thunder could be faintly heard from the mountains in the distance.
"It's those bastard sky domes!"
Rossetti Jobe said, gazing at the gray curtain in the sky.
War will take away those soft and warm things at the fastest speed.
Rossetti Jobe was once described as "gentle and elegant" in college.
Now, all that remains is the face that still vaguely shows its former angular features, proving his connection with the past.
He wants to keep those scum who invaded their world here forever!
He was told that the dregs were of no use.
The negative energy lingering around their bodies will only pollute the earth and harm living beings.
So, later on, Rossetti Jobe and the alchemists developed alchemical formulas using the husks of those dregs as raw materials.
But it did not alleviate the anger in his heart at all.
After completing the alchemical formula, he resolutely dropped out of the academy.
Only when the tip of the gun crushes the skulls of those scum.
His heart, which seemed to be burning, could finally get some comfort.
His soldiers could not understand how their general could conduct alchemical research in such a manic state.
As we all know, alchemy should be a sufficiently cold, rational and rigorous art.
But only Rossetti Job knew.
In those alchemical recipes, the anger that a researcher once felt was interpreted with cold formulas.
He doesn't understand politics, nor does he want to understand the confrontation between the top leaders and those messy forces.
All he knew was that those damn scum brought plague and death!
Damn them!
"call!"
A boiling hot breath hit Rossetti Job's cheek.
The white frost rising from the mist made his vision slightly blurry.
In this land, there are too many people carrying things.
They make the earth dry, so let their remains fertilize every piece of land!
That was the note Rossetti Jobe left next to the alchemical formula.
He knew that the bastards were hiding somewhere among the rolling hills.
Rossetti Jobe didn't know what they were up to.
But as long as he is alive, they can't do anything!
"march!"
Rossetti Jobe held the banner high.
He rode on a white horse and led his followers into the cold sky...
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Amid the rolling hills, there was a chill in the air.
Gansolv the Rotten Heart slowly raised his head, and everything became extremely blurry in the gloomy sky.
In the distance, an evil building that looked like a chimney was constantly spewing out billowing black smoke.
This thing is useless in the world of the dead.
But in the world of the living, it is a strategically important building.
As a lich, Gansov the Heart of Corruption is not actually good at conspiracy.
It prefers staying in its laboratory in the lower plane.
But the call from the great lord was something it could not refuse.
Moreover, the death and suffering brought about by war can also provide a large amount of unusual experimental material .
All this is like a curtain slowly opening.
No one can stop it, no one can escape...
Ganerso the Rottenheart stared at the sky for a while.
Now, it is in the heart of this human kingdom.
And soon, this place will become one of the main bases of the Undead's attack.
Ganerso, the Rotten Heart, did not feel the so-called epic weight.
Its cold will told it that this would only mean a fierce and dangerous backlash.
No matter how weak the world will is, it is still the world will. It is completely different from those worlds that are still in a dormant or chaotic state.
What's more, the world consciousness of this world is just a little immature...
Ganerso, the Heart of Rot, reaches into his own rotting body.
Then, a cold fragment was taken out from approximately the chest cavity.
It is a coordinate and also a target.
Just as Ganerso, the Heart of Corruption, was about to activate the fragment, it suddenly sensed the breath of a living creature!
It slowly turned its head, and in the undead's cold vision, a cat-like creature was looking at it curiously...
