Chapter 222 Mourning the Dead Lord!

Chapter 222 The Lord of Mourning——!

After the eternal night fell, the human territory west of the Central Mountains also began to become active. Soldiers, slaves, and farmers who came out of nowhere, carrying sophisticated or simple weapons and equipment, dragging large and small carts and carts, gathered from all directions.

The teleportation array seemed to be inserted into the charging circuit, and the light of transmission never stopped. Countless griffins in the sky shuttled back and forth, picking up or sending people out.

The only people who were the most idle and didn't know what to do were Ange and his party.

Selina held the big cat, Xiamara held the wash basin, and Luther ran out to steal three white robes, wearing one for himself, and one for the little zombie and the little angel.

Not to mention, the little angel's white and tender appearance, with the white robe on, she looked like a pure saint.

Ange put on a scarecrow hat and let the little angel ride on Lightning. The group suddenly became a team escorting the Saint to the Holy Wall City. Such a team was not conspicuous at all in the chaotic moment, and many people saluted them.

Find the place where Brando and others are staying and let the three of them lead the way.

Little Brando was a little confused. Why did the adults go out and come back with so many people? Just when he wanted to ask, he was dragged aside by his father: "Yes, my Lord." Brando said while dragging his son and nephew to lead the way.

Nagris was stuffed back into the Palace of Rest. Among the crowd, the most eye-catching one was this stunted brass dragon.

Projecting onto Ang, Nagris was amazed: "These guys in the church are all smart, they really know how to read people's expressions."

Shamara was deeply touched by this: "They are no longer pure, all of them have been blinded by various desires and obsessions, everyone has learned to make profits, forgotten their own mission, no believers, no people in their hearts... I have only seen the purest holy light in you, but you are undead heretics..."

"Oh, so you completely turned black after seeing us, it turns out that this is the reason." Nagris said suddenly.

Under the guidance of Brando's three "elite" paladins, and against the backdrop of the style of the little angel riding a unicorn, Ang and his party entered the Holy Wall City without any difficulty.

However, after entering the city, everyone was at a loss again, looking at Shamara: "Where to go now?"

Shamara was also at a loss, her inner voice told her to come to the Holy Wall City, but did not tell her where to go in the Holy Wall City. Maybe the time has not come, so she can't sense anything now.

Today, the Holy Wall City is a large military camp. All activities must give way to the military. The roads are full of well-trained soldiers, priests, priests, and archers.

Their confusion was soon noticed by others. A knight rode over and shouted from a distance: "Are the sirs in front of you the Saint Lady Team? The Saint Lady Team is on the city wall. Now there is only a vacant position on the fourth city wall. Please come this way."

Nagris muttered in a low voice: "Why are you watching a play? There are still vacancies?"

When they got to the city wall, they knew what the vacancies were. They defended the vacancies.

Below the straight city wall is an endless dead land. Now the land has been covered with undead creatures. Looking down from the city wall, only countless blue lights like stars can be seen. They are the eye sockets of the skulls.

The city wall is divided into blocks every 100 meters. Each block must be guarded by a Saint Lady. The Saint Lady can do too many things, blessing, praying, encouraging, and when necessary, she can also be possessed by the Holy Spirit and act as the main combat force.

In addition, each block will be allocated an equal number of priests, priests, swordsmen, shieldmen, archers, catapults, and crossbows, with a balanced configuration.

However, Nagris was a little confused: "Aren't there only a dozen saints in your church? Why don't everyone seem to know us, and they are randomly assigned. Don't we need to train and cooperate? Just find an empty seat and put the saint in it?"

"What else? We are already very busy, and we can't be sure who will come. Of course, whoever comes will fill the position. And who told you that there are only a dozen saints in the church? There are only a dozen people like me who are in office. Those who are still studying, young, retired, and married, add up to hundreds of people. As long as they can be possessed by the Holy Spirit, they are all saints."

"Oh, I understand, there are a dozen in office, and dozens of reserve, but there are only about a hundred, so it's not that I can't recognize them. All of them. "

"Because they are not in the same plane, some people have never been to the Land of the Lost in their lives. Every saint, priest, and knight of God who has his own team will have his own badge. There is a supreme mobilization order on the badge. Whenever the supreme mobilization order flashes, everyone must put down what they are doing and accept the call at any time. "

"However, since seven hundred years ago, the offensive of the undead creatures has weakened year by year. In the past, they had a purple-gold skeleton commanding the whole scene. The church had to do its best to resist the attack of the undead creatures. Every offensive and defensive battle, the church suffered heavy casualties. "

"Purple-gold skeleton? There is a purple-gold skeleton on the opposite side? Why didn't Anthony say this?" Nagris screamed in fear.

"Yes, the purple-gold skeleton, maybe he doesn't know either. This is what Giuliani told me. He said that since the books of the Church often caught fire for no reason, some important things have been stopped from being written in the books, and they have been passed on orally. Some things are not even known by the bishops of the dioceses, and the purple-gold skeleton has not appeared for seven hundred years. "

Anger and Nagris's thoughts intersected for a moment, but they didn't say a word. Why did the books catch fire for no reason? It turned out that someone realized this hundreds of years ago and began to guard against him.

That's right. After burning so many books, if they didn't guard against it, the people in the church would really be fools.

Seven hundred years ago, Anthony was still working hard on the main plane and had never been to the Land of the Lost. But the more important reason was that he didn't want the undead creatures to fight back.

Hundreds of millions of undead creatures poured into the main plane, and the main plane would collapse.

Because of this mentality, Anthony had been avoiding the Land of the Lost in the early stage, so he didn't even know that someone had broken through the mourning and became a purple gold skeleton.

"Until seven hundred years ago, the purple-gold skeleton suddenly disappeared for some unknown reason. Since then, the intensity of the undead creatures' offensive has been declining year by year. Now it has almost become a routine. The highest mobilization order does not require all mobilization. Those who are willing to respond can respond, and those who are unwilling to respond can choose not to come."

"But everyone is still very willing to respond. This is not only an opportunity to establish merit, but also an occasion to expand personal connections. Look."

As Xiamara gestured and looked into the distance, there were indeed people coming and going on the city wall, holding gold and silver cards in their hands. When they saw a suitable target, they walked up to chat and exchange, and soon became familiar with each other.

Look, someone also saw Ange and his party, and came to pay a visit, and then Brando handled it skillfully, and received several cards in a short while.

Suddenly, there was an uproar at the stairs not far away. People quickly gathered around and cried out in surprise: "Oh my God, people from the Eastern Diocese are here."

"What? Anthony's people dare to come? Didn't he declare himself emperor?"

"He declared himself emperor, but he didn't call himself emperor. He is still just an archbishop and regards the Church as orthodox, but he refused to obey the orders issued by the Church before eliminating the evil forces lurking inside the Church."

"Who is leading the team?"

"The Duke of Montenegro, the new Duke of Montenegro, the new generation of the Holy Hammer of the Earth."

"Hey, isn't the Principality of Montenegro in the Western Diocese? How did it become Anthony's people?"

"This...this...Lord Anthony is very clever."

"Huh? You called Anthony just now, why are you calling him 'Lord' now?"

Anger's thoughts intersected with Nagris's, and they both realized who was coming.

Sure enough, at the city ladder, an elite team came up, led by the illegitimate son of the Duke of Montenegro, who had met in Loran before, and called himself Montenegro.

Compared with the desolation at the beginning, the current Black Mountain has completely changed. It is equipped with luxurious equipment and full of aristocratic style.

Behind him, a team of elite soldiers came up. The armor on their bodies made everyone gasp: "Elf magic armor? Oh my God, did the Duke of Black Mountain rob the Magician Guild? He actually has the money to equip the soldiers with elf magic armor?"

"Even if you have money, it won't work. If you don't have connections, where can you buy so many elf magic armor? The elves won't sell them to you."

Perhaps he heard or expected someone to whisper like this, a goblin came over in a trot, with a warm smile on his face, saluted and handed over the card, and said: "I have these equipment, if you need them, come to me."

Other people's cards are made of gold and silver, but this goblin's is made of wood, and it is very thick, like a wooden sign. When it was first handed over, many people showed contempt and disgust on their faces: "These goblins are really stingy."

It was only because of the enthusiasm of the goblins that everyone took it reluctantly, but as soon as they got it, everyone's face changed instantly.

Strong people can feel the pure vitality from it, weak people can feel a cool breath from it. If you look closely, there is a circle of dodder on the edge of the wooden sign, which is alive.

This kind of grass likes to cling to plants with strong vitality to coexist. Does this wooden sign have strong vitality?

Thinking of the elf magic armor on those warriors, everyone instantly realized what kind of wooden sign it was: "World Tree Sign? Oh my God, you use the World Tree as a business card?"

"Hehe." The goblin showed a simple smile on his face: "There are many of these things at home, not valuable, not valuable."

Everyone felt that they were pretending. There was only one World Tree, and it was the treasure of the elves. How dare this goblin say "There are many worthless things at home"?

But no matter what, being able to use the World Tree as a business card proved the strength of this goblin, and everyone couldn't help but get enthusiastic.

Not long after, the goblin came over here and saw people forming a circle there from a distance. It was unclear how many people there were, and who was inside. Only the butt of a horse looked familiar, but the head could not be seen.

White horses were everywhere, and the goblins didn't think too much. They exchanged business cards with Brando and others, and then left.

After the goblins went away, the people who had gathered in a circle dispersed. Selina and Xiamara, who were pulled over to block the view, asked in confusion: "What's wrong, do you know that goblin?"

Nagris was too lazy to explain too much, and replied casually: "I know him, I owe him a lot of money."

"Oh." Selina suddenly realized, holding the big cat and quietly moved away.

Instead, Xiamara took out two holy crystals and stuffed them into Ange's hand: "That's all."

Anger tilted his head in confusion. Why did he give him a holy crystal?

Just when he was about to return it, the little ghost wrapped around his finger flew out and hugged one of them tightly.

Nagris was so embarrassed. He just didn't bother to explain and said it casually. Xiamara actually paid them money to pay off their debts. Are all the people Ang knew so stubborn? Can't even tell whether it's a joke or a fact?

It doesn't matter if he pays money. When he meets a skeleton like Ang, he must give something back.

"Take it. Just give her something else later." Nagris said helplessly.

He couldn't not take it. The little ghost had melted a holy crystal by one tenth, shrunk a circle, and then collapsed there, breathing out a big "ha".

"So it eats holy crystals?" Xiamara said curiously. She had seen the little ghost, but she didn't know how it existed. A holy ghost? It felt absurd to think about it.

"Woo~~~~" The sound of the horn suddenly sounded, coming from the dead silence outside the city wall. The whole earth was in turmoil. The undead creatures like a carpet slowly separated with the sound of the horn, making way for a road that penetrated the earth and pointed directly to the holy wall.

There is no gate in the Holy Wall City. There is a pass where the mountains on both sides meet, leaving a gap. The Church of Light built a wall of seven or eight hundred meters at the gap, and erected a large number of defense towers and protective shields to firmly guard this place.

The separated road pointed directly to the wall and also to the other end, where everyone saw a purple-gold figure.

"Lord of Mourning——!" A hoarse voice, like a castrated actor who had his treasure cut off, shouted this name with an unprecedented sharp and terrified voice.

The wall was quiet for a moment, and then at a loss. Most people didn't know what the Lord of Mourning represented. They looked at each other and whispered.

On the high platform behind the city wall, Archbishop Dyson flew out, his eyes full of holy light, staring at the purple-gold skeleton at the end of the ‘road’, his whole body trembling, muttering: “Why is it here? Why is it here? It hasn’t appeared for seven hundred years, why did it appear during my term? I% # ￥ x-on:* # ”

After cursing a few times, Dyson shouted in a sharp voice that was no less than that of a castrator: “Pull the protective shield to the maximum, the maximum, the soul tower defense tower to the maximum power, add magic crystals, add magic crystals quickly, all weapons and equipment, everyone is ready, ready to be summoned by the Holy Spirit at any time, quickly! If you don’t want to die, hurry up!”

Everyone heard endless panic and anxiety from Dyson’s voice.

Just as Dyson was shouting, the purple-gold skeleton moved.

Thank you, Guihui, Tiantiantian, Juefeng for your rewards.