Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Ged ... Ged ... Ged ..."

In the ice crown castle south of the main plane of the undead, in the long and wide main street, a team of death knights walked through the tall and solemn palace on the death horse. They were fully armed, and their eyes were calm and deep, even the horse Also put on a thick armor, across the distance can feel the strong killing intentions exuded from them.

Behind them were Undead Warriors, Necromancers, Witch Doctors, etc. The heavy meat grinder wheels ran across the central main street, followed by flesh-like hatred, followed by the Tokachi Stone statues constantly emitting demon The strange light, the huge shadows flashing from time to time in the sky, that is the body of the frost dragon and the great shore. From the desolate horn sound, the whole ice crown castle is filled with an atmosphere of war.

Both sides of the road were full of lively undead. They watched the grand military parade and pointed at the steel flood-like natural disaster army.

"His Majesty the Emperor is about to go on expedition again, it seems that it was just a short time before the last war? Are you going to conquer the plague army again?" Said one undead.

"It seems that this time it wasn't the Plague Corps, but the forgotten city of Hokan District ..." said another undead.

"The City of Forgetting? Isn't that occupied by the orcs? Are we going to fight against the orcs? Oh my god, the cartilage disease of our majesty the emperor is finally cured ... It's incredible." An undead exclaimed.

"Where is it? The orcs of the Forgotten City have been driven away by some forces and are said to be undead. They claim to be the Scourge .... The leader also calls himself the Lich King. After all, this time he went out, or the undead beat the undead ..." Another The undead people thought for a while and said.

"Yeah, every time we fight ... Our majesty the emperor is too powerful, it can't beat angels, orcs, or demons, or abyss, and neither side can beat it. The spirits of the undead ... I think if the Forgotten City is still under the control of the orcs, dare not give the ten guts of Fisma the war ... "

The face of another undead was full of sarcasm, and he was already dissatisfied with the regime of the **** Scourge, Faithmaire.

"Yes, yes, it's the same for the Plague Corps. Every time I said I won the battle, but every time I fled back in vain, and wasted in vain for the loss of countless black crystal coins ... Such a leader is really incompetent ..." The undead's words were quickly answered.

"It is said that on several occasions the forces of Hell and Abyss were forced back together and received the declaration of war before the fight was launched. Our dear His Majesty the Emperor scared his heels softly ... Withdrawing troops in a hurry ... After the withdrawal Write an apology, and all the faces of the undead were lost by him ... "Another undead echoed.

"Yeah ... yeah ... our undead have become the weakest beings in the main plane, anyone can bully, and even the evil alliance looks down on us ..."

"Seriously, I really want to see Lord Fearful Lord Saruman of the Plague Corps lead the army back, and hang this incompetent king ..." At this time, an undead public said angrily.

"Hush—"

Just as everyone was having a great discussion, an older undead stopped them. He looked around with caution, and whispered, "Don't you guys die? Be careful, speak, but there are many people staring around. If it reaches His Majesty ’s ear, hehe ... I do n’t think you can keep ten of your heads ... "

When everyone heard it, there was a look of fear in their eyes. They were silent for a while. Everyone was silently watching the parade ceremonies that they had not seen many times. After a while, an undead suddenly shouted, "Look ... His Majesty the Emperor came out ... "

At this time, a tall palace pavilion emerged, and a ricket figure appeared. He was covered with white hair, dressed in a black robe, and the thin figure was wearing a pure gold crown. This is the Scourge God-Philippine Smyr, the supreme leader of the Scourge, saw him walking over in full strides and appeared in the grand pavilion ceremony.

"It's time we cheered ..."

An undead smiled bitterly and said that the only role they could play in the forceful military parade was boring.

"Long live His Majesty ..."

"Long live……"

Fismer stood on the high platform, his face expressionless, staring down blankly, his excessive wine had hollowed out his body, he waved his arms weakly, responding to the calls of tens of thousands of undead subjects below— —Although he does not know how much of the voice of his subjects below is sincere, he does not care.

Fisme cares about his power, and the identity of the heir to the Scourge, and when he heard that another heir to the Scourge was undoubtedly instigating his sensitive nerves.

Tito, the commander-in-chief of the Scourge, stood next to the Scourge God Fismer. He was wearing a military uniform, fully armed, and the medal on his shoulder was engraved with the skull logo. In stark contrast to the unbelievable Emperor Fismer next to him.

"Don't you think about it again? My dear commander-in-chief ... Does a Scourge Scepter make you feel so important?" Emperor Fismer waved his hands to the undead subjects who cheered below without looking back He said to Tito, "As long as you nod, all the honor is yours!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Emperor, I think I have made it very clear, I will not start with the owner of the Scourge Scepter ..." Tito shook his head and said calmly and firmly.

"Then you know, for me ... it's a betrayal ... I will put you to death ..."

Fismer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned back suddenly, his gloomy eyes fixed on Tito, and the killer kept flashing in his eyes, "Even if you are the person I trust most, I have to do this ... … "

"This is your right ... Your Majesty the Divine Emperor ..." Tito's face remained calm, without fear. "But before that, please allow me to go home and say goodbye to my family ..."

Fismer stared at Tito for a while, and then slowly recovered his eyes. He was a sensitive and suspicious person. Even the most trusted Tito would not allow him to enter within ten steps of his side. Tito could stand side by side. The earth stood with him, that ’s because—he handed over the divine personality. At this moment, he has no power, just like an ordinary undead, no, it should be said that even ordinary undead are not as good, even the undead acolyte He is strong.

Once he surrendered his divine personality, he will no longer have any power, and his life span will become like an ordinary undead because of the loss of power.

Fisme knew that it was useless to threaten Tito with death. Since he surrendered his personality, he was no longer a god. It was destined to be the end of death. Fisme valued it or Tito ’s prestige in the army. .

"Boom ... Boom ..."

At this moment, there was a huge roar in the main street of the Icecrown Castle. A heavily armed death knight surrounded a delicate figure, walking quickly, the heavy iron hoof stepped on the ground neatly, the whole street was There was a slight shock.

At this time, the cheers of the undead subjects reached a climax.

"Adele ... Adele ..."

At the moment, Adele was walking slowly on the death horse, not fast, but every step was firm and powerful. The breath on her body was completely different from the original one. As soon as she appeared, the powerful momentum suddenly felt like mountains and seas. Here, all the people present felt suffocated.

Adele inherited Tito's dignity, and at the moment, she is already a god.

"Adele ... Adele ..."

Adele didn't respond to the cheers of the people. She walked slowly and solemnly, the powerful power of death spread out, and some voices subtly passed into her ears.

"Adele, who is this guy?"

"I don't know, the soldier told us to shout like this ..."

"I only know that she is a student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge, and Tito is her mentor!"

"God, is His Majesty the Gods crazy? Actually let a young undead student commander-in-chief and replace Tito?"

"It is said that Mr. Tito personally recommended ..."

"This is too ridiculous!"

Hearing these words, Adele had to smile slightly bitterly. Those people were right. Before today, she was just a student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge, a small head of the thirteenth Death Knights, This was still promoted by Tito ’s mentor, not to mention the ordinary subjects. Even in the army, there are many generals who do n’t know who she is.

All these are arranged by the tutor ...

Silently sensing the power of the divine power from the depths of the soul, Adele could not be happy anyway, because she knew that the mentor allowed her to inherit the divine power, but the price was his life.

Adele knows of some rumors of discord between Her Majesty Emperor Fismar and Tito's mentor, so before taking this task, Adele repeatedly asked Emperor Fismar to ensure the safety of Tito's mentor-at least In his limited life.

His Majesty the Emperor agreed, and Adele appeared as the commander-in-chief on the square of the soldiers ceremony.

Fisme was full of murderous hearts, but he did not. His commitment to Adele included this one. This female death knight with a personality is much more difficult than Tito, who is loyal to himself all his life. Fisme is not He knew what Tito meant, but he was confident that he would turn a normal student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge into a new Tito.

More powerful and loyal than Tito.

Adele walked to the center of the parade square, jumped off the war horse, took off the helmet, and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

At this time, the entire parade square was quiet, and countless lights stared at the tall figure in the center of the square.

Adele took a step forward, her face sacred and solemn, she knelt down on one knee to the Scourge God on the high platform, and her deep voice spread far away through the power of death.

"I ... Adele, the death knight, swears in the name of a knight. I am loyal to His Majesty the God of Scourge, the God of Scourge, whom I have always respected. I keep my heart. I have no regrets for my life! My soul is always banished to the fallen ... "

"I accept your allegiance ... Your Royal Highness Adele, I hope you can win a glorious victory in this battle ..." Emperor Fismer said slowly.

At this time, Adele raised her head and slowly glanced over the **** Fezmai, fixed on the Tito tutor beside him. She took a deep breath and raised her voice at the same time.

"Long live His Majesty ..."

"Long live His Majesty ..."

In an instant, all the undead were infected by Adele's enthusiasm, and they spontaneously cheered, and the sound curled like a wave through the ice castle.

"Do you think Adele's ability is competent?" Fismer said to Tito as he greeted his subjects with a false smile and gently waving his arms.

"I don't doubt her strength and loyalty, but doubt her ability. If it were not for your full recommendation, I would never consider it. She is too young ..."

"Adele is a military genius, there is no doubt about it ..." Tito looked at Adele with a thoughtful smile on her face, "It's just that her qualifications are too shallow, I worry that she can't convince the crowd, but I believe ... she can solve this problem ... "

Fisme didn't speak, and his eyes looked down, his expression lingering.

Adele rode on the death horse, and at this moment her eyes were no longer lost, and no longer hesitated, only to pull the rein suddenly.

"set off……"

Millions of undead troops marched through the gates of the Icecrown Citadel, heading straight to the north. A civil war between the undeads began slowly. The shadow of the civil war once again enveloped the entire undead throne. Whether it is losing or winning, this is not a happy thing for the undead ...