296 The Undead Natural Disaster Broke Out

"Wait, let's put the bad news aside for now."

The little black dragon stopped the bastard who wanted to tell the bad news, danced and started yelling:

"Jie Jie Jie, now I have something important to confess!"

"Hurry up and show me the map of the Norman Kingdom and let me talk!"

In the meeting hall of the palace, a group of people who were originally frowning looked at the black dragon who was trying to be funny again, and they all looked dumbfounded.

However, at the strong request of the little black dragon, a maid took down the map from the wall and placed it in front of the little black dragon.

The Norman capital, the Earl of York in the north, and the town of Viscount Venus... there are red actual control marks drawn on the big map.

Snapped!

The little black dragon slapped his hand on the map. Looking at the long stick-shaped territory that they were now under actual control of, he opened his mouth and cursed:

"Fuck, this is too stupid!"

"It looks like a stick, like a long worm..."

"Come here!" the little black dragon shouted loudly, pointing to a certain northern position on the map and asking the maid to draw a sign of actual control on it, "I still have a large territory in Black Dragon Mountain. Draw it, Paint it, paint it together!”

"What Black Dragon Mountain? You should be talking about the Venus Mountains!" Everyone couldn't help but look helpless when they saw the little black dragon's move to freeze the map.

"I said Black Dragon Mountain is Black Dragon Mountain. What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and draw it for me!"

Under the loud threat of the little black dragon, the maid looked back and tremblingly drew a red circular mark on the position where the little black dragon's palm was pressed.

"Hehehe, that's right. With the Black Dragon Mountain painted on it, the kingdom's territory will indeed become much larger!"

After the maid finished drawing, everyone gathered around to take a look, and suddenly found that the map of the Norman Kingdom became more like a stick...

"Uncle Long, I am indeed a genius!"

Seeing the arrogance of the black dragon, after being promoted to the legendary stable realm, the white cat Jack, who was also having a meeting in the hall, finally couldn't help but laugh: "Huh, stupid dragon! It's useless to activate the map to strengthen..."

"Go away, if you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will immediately send tens of thousands of kobolds and dark goblin mages to directly bulldoze your cat people's territory!"

"you……"

After the little black dragon threatened to drive away the white cat Jack, he happily recruited his kobold and dark goblin minions into the hall, surrounding them in a very noisy manner.

…

Time goes back to before the little black dragon left.

At a time when the newly born Norman Kingdom maintained a fragile balance with its neighboring countries, each was reorganizing its internal affairs and training its troops vigorously.

The blood-clothed archbishop Piccolo, who originally supported Xavius ​​but was beaten away by the little black dragon and the others, couldn't help but started to curse after hiding for a while.

"Damn, why didn't those bastards keep the war going?"

"They haven't started a war, so how can I have a chance to get back my status and divine favor..."

"War, war!"

"If there is no war, how can we increase the power of our Lord God of War!"

The most important thing is that since his last defeat, the divine grace in him has gradually dissipated. If he doesn't find a way to strengthen it, he may soon be unable to retain his position as the blood-clothed archbishop!

Thinking of the ambitious bastards in the Temple of War who were always ready to defeat their superiors, he couldn't help but let out bursts of sinister laughter.

He muttered, suddenly looking at the cracks in the world they were responsible for guarding, and made a very cruel decision with a sneer.

"Hmph, since our War Temple has been expelled, the task of guarding this world rift and guarding the seal naturally has nothing to do with us!"

He looked grimly at the crack inside the seal, knowing that it was a former plane battlefield, a dead plane...

"Since their neighboring countries are unwilling to have a war, then we will give them a war of plane invasion!"

"Walk!"

"Let them take care of this secret seal!"

The blood-clothed Archbishop Piccolo very coldly drove away the group of guards who were responsible for inputting divine power and constantly strengthening the seal, and hid in the dark, preparing to watch a good show.

When everyone left this sealed place, the first thing that jumped out from the loose crack in the plane was an ordinary little skeleton.

Snapped!

Although it turned to ashes on the ground, the skeletons in the plane cracks continued to pop out. After countless skeletons died, the magic power of sealing the plane cracks was finally consumed by them.

Immediately afterwards, an army of skeletons, including men and horses, appeared!

As more and more skeleton armies appeared, they gradually began to spread in all directions...

Although the skeletons come from a dead world, they still want to continue to conquer and bring death to all living people equally.

As the nearly endless skeletons appeared silently, they began to kill everywhere and destroy everything.

…

"Meow meow meow……"

Then just yesterday, a small tabby cat that was wandering around suddenly jumped onto the table of white cat Jack and yelled anxiously.

The white cat paladin Jack listened for a while, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Jack, what's going on?" Everyone in the Cat Temple asked quickly after seeing this.

"According to the intelligence that the little tabby cat secretly observed, in the sudden wave of undead, the Botanian Kingdom in the south, which originally belonged to our Norman Kingdom, but took advantage of the chaos to separate,... died!"

The human envoy who happened to be celebrating the promotion of Jack the White Cat to the Legend in the Cat Temple suddenly changed his expression after hearing this:

"What?"

"How could it be so fast?"

"Didn't this bastard from Botan Country rely on the help of a certain kingdom in the south to aggressively refuse the entry of our envoys?"

"In the blink of an eye... it's over?"

…

Time returned to the main hall. After the little black dragon finished drawing the new map, everyone told it the tragic news.

Yes, the undead have invaded, and the territory of the Norman Kingdom that originally belonged to them is also over...

After hearing their news, the little black dragon couldn't help but stood up and shouted:

"Shit, I just summoned my men in the mountains. Are you telling me this now?"

"What a world-shattering thing, can't you let me, Uncle Long, have a good time to grow up? I haven't been here for a few days, and you have caused this undead natural disaster to happen to me..."

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

The little black dragon looked at the kobolds and dark goblin men it had recruited, and was so angry that it jumped on the ground.

"Okay, O... don't be angry yet."

Yelena, who was sitting on the throne, comforted the little black dragon, and then continued to look at everyone to discuss countermeasures: "Let's continue the topic we discussed before. Let's talk about it. What should we do now?"

"This is nothing to discuss!" the little black dragon put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Gather the army immediately and come with me. Watch me smash all those stupid skeletons to pieces and eat them!"