Chapter 679: Ramparts

"Happy to be with you."
"Do n’t bother you." Miguella showed helplessness on her face. Her fiance and elder brother have been making trouble since she was engaged, and there is still no sign of reconciliation. "Here is the dead land The cave is not where you fight. There are many adventurers below. Do you want to kill them? "
"After waiting for a while, let's find a place to fight," Muria snorted. "I let you know what happens to anyone else's business. You are not qualified to control me."
"I want to prevent you from bringing bad Michaelia." Ilvist also looked at Muria coldly. The more he knew about Muria, the more he felt that this guy was wrong, whether it was with the Titans or the Golden Dragon. Not the same, just by looking at his subordinates.
All the giants abandoned by the Titans were collected by him. He now has hundreds of five-colored dragons that are hostile to the metal dragon gates.
In addition, Ilvestre also traced many demon traces in Sinapus. What is even more ridiculous is that he actually found a monument to the Baloyan Devil in the island of clouds.
All this shows that Muria is different. It is a sign of degradation, but Muria's other actions make Ilvist incomprehensible.
For those human prisoners, Muria was unexpectedly kind. Well, Muria crushed those guys so desperately, and was considered kind by Ilvestre, because being able to live safely is the greatest gift for mortals.
Especially recently, Muria recruited six Grand Druids at any cost, just to cultivate a high-yielding crop seed that can grow in frosty land, which is useless for their level of existence. , Is purely something that benefits those ordinary human beings.
There is also the Frost Giant who lives on De Prosen's continent. Muria unified all the Frost Giants and established a parliamentary Frost Giant Kingdom, leaving a wealth of related skills and heritage, and training a large number of Frost Giants from all walks of life. .
At the same time, a permanent portal was established. Among them, excellent individuals of the Frost Giant can enter Xynapus through this portal for learning and training.
In this respect, Ilvestre really did not understand. If it was just that the Frost Giants needed to die for him, Muria would only need to unify the Frost Giants, and he would not need to impart so much knowledge at all.
However, Muria did, giving these frost giants the possibility of developing civilization. In Ilvestre's view, Muria did not have to pay so much resources to support the frost giant, and the foolish frost giant had better control.
For the future Frost Giant, Muria is indeed a sage. For the current Frost Giant, Muria is a demon, because Muria and the legendary Frost Giant oppress all the Frost Giants to learn language, architecture, design, battle, etc. Relevant knowledge made these frost giants, who had grown savage, miserable and resentful.
Therefore, it is difficult to judge Muria's good and evil based on Ilvist's concept. However, if Muria is made aware of Ilvestre's ideas, he will be ridiculed. His ideas are simple, good for him, and not against his three views, he will do it. He kills everything that is harmful or unfavorable to him, and everything is centered on himself.
Muria's rules of conduct still have their own standards, such as stealing, with Muria's strength, whether it is easy to steal or rob some people's property, which can make him profit.
But if he is really allowed to do so, his mood will be very unpleasant, because it goes against his three perspectives, making him sleepless, and he still has a conscience.
In the three views of Muria, it is better to enslave the great Lich to create value for himself, and the person who blocks him is naturally his enemy.
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"Be careful, is the necrotic carrion smearing your body? Don't let the breath of living people radiate from you. If you are sensed, we are ready to become undead!"
"It's all smeared, rest assured, this is not the first time we've done this."
"What a stupid thing to say, sneaking into the home of a high-level undead and taking medicines is a thousand or ten thousand times a success, but as long as we make a mistake, we are finished."
The leader of the undead drug collector glanced at his two companions and dived into the lair of the higher order to steal various nourishing herbs nourished by the dead spirit. This is a rogue occupation variant unique to Orbisrow.
In fact, some of the higher-order undead near the ground were left by the powerful human beings, so that they can emit the breath and can cultivate the various herbal materials needed on the ground. Of course, these are high-level information These bottom-level undead drug collectors didn't even know it.
"Ready to ... all squat, there is an emergency." The undead drug collector who had just prepared to start suddenly noticed the changes in the patrolling undead around him, and quickly took his fellows to squat, posing as stones against the stone wall.
Then these guys watched their medicinal targets in a small castle piled up with bones, and a large number of skeleton soldiers and translucent wraiths poured out, and their target was three like a stalwart. Like young men and women, their bodies are imbued with powerful auras of light, and just the power that naturally radiates will crush the low-level skeleton soldiers approaching them.
"This is a big man coming down to have fun," seeing this scene, not only did the leading drug collectors not have the slightest joy in their hearts, but their mood became heavier. Looking at it like this, they have found this medicine garden that was so difficult to find right away. To be destroyed.
And those herbs that can only be nourished by the deadly qi emitted by high-level undead can't be found here for a long time. They want the same herbs, or they will find new undead lairs or go deeper Playing underground, no matter what, they will take greater risks.
"Come on, this is just some undead souls, we quickly find what you call the castle of the dead."
"What's the matter?" The black-haired, black-eyed young man shook his hands indifferently. "Our main purpose of coming down is to play. By the way, we grabbed a few big witches and didn't hurry up. I don't think these undead are interesting. ?"
"It's a good breath, it is estimated that some aristocrats who don't know the heights and heights, still catch the big Lich?" The drug admirer led by him thought a little disdainfully. As the drug addict who has been lingering in the undead cave all year round, they are most afraid Naturally, those liches of a large number of high-level undead enslaved.
"It's just some undead. What's so interesting?" Ilvestre really couldn't understand Muria. What the undead had to look at was all cleansed.
"You see those low-level skeleton soldiers that have evolved so many types, melee types with bone swords, defense with shields, and long-range types that can shoot arrows," Muria said with a smile on her face, which was quite interesting. " Alas, Micah, you see that there is a Skull of Spell with a Skull Staff. "
"It was a skeleton mage transformed from a low-level mage that accidentally fell here. Among the low-level undead is most likely to evolve into a skeleton of a lich." Ilvist introduced to his sister.
"Mighty beast, leave here, this is my territory, and you are not welcome." While Muria was chatting with Miguelella, an undead knight riding a skeleton warhorse, burning with turquoise dark fire. Under the support of a group of undead, walking out of the skeleton castle, a wave of soul with mixed emotions of anger and fear emanated.
"Your territory?" Muria smiled. "When I stand here, the rule here is mine."
Muria reached out a finger, a golden thunder burst from his fingertips, and then there was no more. The powerful undead knight and his subordinates were instantly wiped away by the golden thunder, a little bit of scum. Nothing left.
"Gone." Muria pulled Michaelier toward a passage deep underground. Before leaving, however, he took a deep look at the hidden stone walls of the undead drug collectors and took a deep look at the old fritters mixed in the dead cave.
"That grown-up has found us," said the leader of the drug-drencher, who was soaked in a moment, with anxiety, "presumably because we are too weak, so I don't bother to care about us."
"Okay ... so strong. The gold-level Necromancer was actually wiped out with one finger. What kind of power is this? Is it the legendary soul level?"
"Whether it's gold or soul level, it doesn't make any difference to us. I just know we're rich now, haven't you seen it?" A drug collector's eyes stared at the Dark Knight. Little castle,
"The big brother is the big brother, and even the gold-level undead collects things that we don't like. Today we are really lucky." Without saying hello, the undead drug hunters rushed into the castle of the necromancer.
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"I said it all. You can't find a Lich here, it's just a place for a group of high-level undead."
In the collapsed castle, Ilvis said to Muria, who was sullen, and Michelangela on the side closed her eyes. What seemed to be sensing?
"I just came here to take a look." Muria looked at the ruins in front of him, and there were undeads who were smashed into bones by him. The strongest here is actually a large skull, UU reading www .uukanshu. com However, this large skull has been removed by Muria with his bare hands, and its crystal clear crystal skull body is fortunate to be part of Muria's collection.
"Don't bother you two."
"Did you feel anything?" Muria looked a little curiously at the appearance of Michelangela. He knew that compared to him, the Blazing Heavenly Wing, which was born with purification power, had a stronger sense of the undead. Now that he wanted to find the Lich, he could only count on Michelle, and Ilvist wouldn't think about it.
"I found it. The spiritual power full of death and silence, if there is no accident, is Muria what you are looking for?"
"Where?" Muria's eyes glowed with excitement.
"Go this way." The burning pillar of flames poured out from the palm of Michelangela, burning out a passage from the surrounding stone wall. This is the way for the strong to open the road. Lost effect.
"Who?" When Michelangela brought Muria out of the tunnel into a huge underground cavity, an enraged soul storm blew in Muria's ears.