Chapter 279: The force is boiling

Vendome.
Disentas has waited for more than six hours. At the speed of the undead gryphon and the gargoyle, with the distance between them and the opponent, this time is enough for them to fly three rounds.
Before the gargoyle set off, Disentas's strategy was to harass primarily. If he could destroy some of the opponent's ships, it would be better. If the situation is unfavorable, retreat immediately and never entangle.
With this strategy, with the speed of the gargoyle and the undead gryphon, the fighting time will never exceed an hour.
Counting the time, the gargoyles should have returned two hours ago.
But no, let alone the relatively weak undead griffins, even the gargoyles are nowhere to be seen, they seem to have disappeared out of thin air in this world.
His heart became more and more irritable, and Disentas finally couldn't wait, walked from the study to the balcony, stretched out his hand and gently waved, a gargoyle standing on the side of the door woke up.
"Go, look around on the sea and see what happened?" Disentas ordered.
"Gah~" The gargoyle screamed and flew away.
Disentas waited patiently.
It is late at night, because of the dark clouds in the sky, the entire Vendôme is immersed in the boundless darkness, because they have gathered in Vendôme all day and have nothing to do. In order to reduce the consumption of death magic, most of the undead have fallen asleep. They randomly find a relatively dry and clean corner, not too dirty, not because they will get sick or something, but because insects will crawl into their bodies. If annoying bone worms are attracted, their skeletons will be hollowed out. Danger.
After finding such a place, the undead lay on the ground or lean on the wall. Without moving, the brilliance in his eyes disappeared without a trace, no different from ordinary corpses.
The entire Vendôme is quietly an oversized cemetery.
Looking at this silent city, Disentas couldn't help thinking back to the loud voice of Vendôme. Turning around and looking at his study room, there is only a white skeleton looking at him, the once beautiful maid, fragrant and delicious food, and clear and mellow wine have left him.
Somehow, Disentas standing on the balcony felt unspeakably lonely.
At this time, a voice came from the sky. From the familiar fluctuations of death magic, Disentas knew that the gargoyle was back.
"Gah~~" The gargoyle flew to the balcony like an arrow, landed on the balcony, yelled at Disentas, and shook his head. Indicates that no trace of a gargoyle was found.
Disentas' heart sank. Knowing that the flying regiment he sent was estimated to have been wiped out, he asked: "Have ship debris been found on the sea?"
None of his soldiers came back, so the battle should be very tragic, and the opponent will not suffer a loss, right?
The gargoyle shook his head again, saying that no ship wreck had been found.
"Are you sure?!" Disentas's face changed color.
The gargoyle nodded heavily and screamed again, expressing dissatisfaction with Dissentas' doubts.
"Okay. You rest."
The gargoyle fought to the corner of the balcony, folded its wings, and squatted down. The whole person is motionless, as if petrified.
At this point, things are already very obvious, and there is only one reasonable explanation, that is, his gargoyle and undead griffins have been wiped out.
But with so many gargoyles, how could none of them escape? More than 500. It was already one-third of the number of gargoyles he had now, and he lost a clean one at once. What's more frightening is that the other party didn't seem to suffer any loss!
Rao, Disentas had already been mentally prepared. When this result was really established, I still felt shocked and unbelievable.
Why is this happening? How did they do it? This is impossible!
He really can't figure it out and wants to find someone to discuss, but there are some dead souls around him. There is no problem in executing his orders, but if you want to help him make suggestions, it is too much to overestimate them.
Of course, there are high-level undead who retain the wisdom of their lives, but the number is really limited, the huge legion, there are no more than 100 such undead, almost all of them were sent out by him to perform tasks.
No way, Disentas walked a few steps back and forth in the study, then left the study and walked to the castle rooftop.
There are more gargoyle guards on the roof than in the past, and in the middle of the roof, there is an extra statue of a demon god, it is the death ruler Ertus.
This statue is very tall, more than 20 meters high, like a Titan giant. His appearance is different from the once anger dominator Urosis. It does not show a blatant and hideous side. It is a black robe with his hands folded. The image of the giant sword looks a little mysterious.
Disentas walked to the foot of the statue, knelt down religiously, and began to pray: "Lord of death, my lord Ertus, your believers are confused."
After praying, the statue did not respond, and Disentas read it over and over again.
With the repeated repetition of the prayers, the statue's eyes lit up, and a deep blue light radiated, and the entire rooftop was faintly blue.
The power of the demon descended.
Disentas felt a low voice in his mind: "My servant, your heart is full of mist!"
"Yes, my lord, the powerful gargoyle army has suffered an unprecedented failure. I don't understand what happened. I beg the master to point me out." Disentas humbly pleaded.
The light in the statue’s eyes began to flicker, and it took a while before Dicentas’s thoughts sounded again:
The fog of war has appeared, and even I can’t see the truth.

"What?" Disentas was shocked, the fog of war, what does this mean, can't even the Lord of Death see the truth?
"The curtain of the War of Light and Darkness has been officially opened. The world's force is boiling. Even the gods can hardly perceive what is happening in the world. From now on, I will not be able to give you any pointers. Likewise, Lord of Lights Believers in the country did not receive any guidance."
"Why is this?" Disentas asked again, he couldn't figure out that the battle between light and darkness was not the first time. In historical records, the last time the battle between light and darkness did not happen so terrible.
"You are too curious, Disentas, this is not a good habit!" The voice in his mind suddenly became severe, and at the same time there was a pure magical power of death. This magic power rushed from left to right in Disentas' body, causing great pain to the lich.
Disentas was lying on the ground, covering his head with his hands, rolling and groaning on the ground continuously, in extreme pain.
It took a long time before he came over. Then I heard a new voice in my mind: "We still have one last chance to increase our strength. Urosis has got a new servant of destruction. I need you to hurry up and build a portal to welcome his destruction army. Remember, Do it now, if it's too late, the violent boiling force will destroy all space channels."
This was the last sentence that sounded in Disentas' mind, and then, the statue's eyes dimmed and fell into dead silence again.
Disentas still couldn't believe it, stayed for a long time, and stood up in a daze.
I didn't know how to return to the study, but stayed in the study for a long time. Disentas took out the paper and began to write a letter.
This letter was addressed to Marshal Innocent in the South, who had a terrible weapon in his hands. Although it is not clear what it is, he must give a warning.
After finishing writing, call the gargoyle to send the letter to the south.
Then, Disentas just sat in the study, motionless. In his mind, the confidence that the undead of the past will triumph disappeared. It was replaced by an unknown premonition.
After a while, he stood up. Quickly walked out of the castle. Since the master asked him to build the portal immediately, he must complete it as soon as possible.
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South, Hengduan Mountains.
In the dense woods, the undead with carrion all over their bodies formed an almost impeccable search network.
They didn't use any tracking technology, and they didn't need such a complicated thing. They just arranged an undead every 20 meters to form a battle line nearly fifty kilometers long, and then just pushed forward all the way over the mountains and plains.
This tactic has no technical content, and the speed is not fast, but it is almost impossible to break. After a month of execution, 200,000 primary undead pushed all the way through, and it has searched a third of the Hengduan Mountains area.
And after these two hundred thousand primary undead, there is an elite army composed of thirty thousand high-level undead.
According to the perspective of Rollin's game, these high-level undead have an average level of 20, and they are all elite-level powers. The number reaches 20,000, which is already a very terrifying number.
These undead are not afraid of ordinary injuries, no pain, no fear, let alone morale, every soldier will fight to the end.
Their only fatal injury is the entire head being chopped off, but in a chaotic battlefield, this is not that difficult.
This kind of army does not need food. They are several times more terrifying than the orc army, and they are also the true power of the undead.
The primary undead are just cannon fodder, not only cannon fodder for the enemy, but also the cannon fodder for the higher undead. When the higher undead is injured or fights for too long, they will swallow the death magic power in these primary undead to supplement their power loss.
From this perspective, if the living beings are destroyed, then eventually, the undead will fall into silence because of the loss of supplements, and finally die.
Their mission is pure destruction, destroy everything in this world, and plunge the world into absolute darkness!
The commander of this army is naturally Marshal Innocent~EbookFREE.me~ He, like Alonso once, is also blessed by the death lord, possesses the power of quasi-sage, and is a low-level legendary powerhouse.
There are hundreds of powerful undead knights guarding him, almost invulnerable.
At this time, he was talking about the situation in the mountains with Morrowogen Sword Master.
"If this continues, I think in one month, the orcs will become my soldiers."
"One month, it's too long, maybe they were picked up by the ship a long time ago." Morrovogan shook his head.
"Haha, this is impossible. The gargoyles patrol the coastline. Once we find the orcs' trails, we will set off. They have no time to evacuate." Innocent was very confident. He is not afraid of the human fleet sneaking in and picking up people, because the gargoyle is also monitoring the sea, and once the fleet appears, it will follow all the way.
Morovaggan shrugged: "Your plan looks impeccable. I hope everything goes well." (to be continued)
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