"The last warning, leave, wizard. While you still have a human body, leave before you completely fall into the dead."

"..." Glancing at the girl who was only a few steps away from her, the wizard's throat made a terrifying giggle from time to time.

Whether to fight or retreat, Manicole is undecided.

Let's fight, he believes that he will never be the opponent of General Ming Zhan.

The most legendary and strongest general in the Underworld. Even if he has been missing for hundreds of years, Roland's strength has long been deeply awe of the Death Leader.

Not to mention the king who is as famous as Roland among the undead, the strongest undead knight among the four legions is enough to deal with his low-level undead army.

Retreat, the Lich King will definitely not spare himself.

This time the attack on Luo Lian was a plan for more than ten years. The Lich King and the Great Priest of the Death God had planned for so long, how could they allow failure?

What's more, the one who had already arrived in the Southern Continent himself. If he retreated, he would be punished that life was worse than death when he returned.

After thinking for a while, his fear of the Great Sacrifice of the Death God finally defeated General Ming Zhan.

"Go on, my servants!" Manicore ordered the attack.

well……

Roland sighed in his heart, knowing that this battle is inevitable.

In the bushes further away, the semi-undead rebels had begun to decay their bodies, which showed that they were losing their lives, although they still had consciousness, but the decay of the flesh brought them in great pain.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, so many living lives were about to die, so many people were about to die.

Even though he had already made up his mind, Roland was a little unable to take action when facing the cruel war.

[Why do you always forget your identity? General Nether Zhan is the leader of the Death Knight. The Sword of Death is not just a honorary title. Roland, if you hold such an never-tiring elite cavalry, isn't you a general in name...]

A familiar command came out in his mind again. Roland, who had recovered some of his memories, understood that he could not disobey the orders of her contractor.

[Summon, that is the army that belongs only to you... it is also your only bargaining chip as a human allies to fight the death leader.]

With a temptation, Rafa repeatedly lured.

He had already noticed that she was gradually recovering her memory, and that memory that belonged to the underworld, which belonged to him was slowly recovering.

It won't be long before the Roland he knew will come back.

Even in the abyss of disaster, Roland still sticks to his dream.

No matter how harsh the environment is, Roland will never surrender.

Roland, who insists on not betraying no matter what temptation...

I can't wait to ask you.

When your memory is completely restored, and when you see that the world you sacrificed to protect for is becoming more and more corrupt, will you still stick to your original belief?

Yes...you will definitely regret your decision.

It seems that there is no room for maneuver.

Looking at the wizard shouting at the attack frantically, Roland raised his left arm without a sword and slashed lightly in the cool evening breeze.

The fluorescence leaps between the fingers, bringing out waves of afterimages.

After a while, the complex and ancient spell talisman appeared at her feet.

"Show up, unyielding souls. Give your flesh vitality in the name of the king. Warriors, the time for awakening has come. In the name of the commander of the legion, in the name of the sword of death, in the name of the general, in the name of the undead knights of the underworld, respond to my summons."

As he slowly recited the summoning prayer, a huge circular barrier suddenly appeared in the land centered on Roland. Countless undead knights wearing white bone armor rushed out from the passages of the same space one by one, and their mount nightmare was gushing with darkness, standing behind General Ming Zhan in an orderly manner.

"This is the legendary Knights of the Dead..." The wizard widened his eyes and watched Roland summon a large army of knights that were no less than his skeleton corps.

"Attack, eliminate these low-level undead spirits." Wherever the sword blade pointed, the undead knight hidden under the bone armor made a shrill hissing, driving the terrifying nightmare and launched a charge.

Kaka...

Compared with the hard blades of the Undead Knight and the body forged with souls, the skeleton is obviously much more fragile.

After a charge, only the crushed white powder flowed down from the ground, and the ghouls could not resist the impact of the cursed knights, and they all crawled into the soil for shelter, but the corrupt land had no place for them to live.

Seeing the undead one after another being destroyed, Manicole's trembling hands took out the teleportation scroll for escaping from his arms, and found a handsome male elf as if he were Anthers (the god of the elf).

Compared to the General of the Underworld and the Undead Knight who is destroying the Undead Legion, this man with bright blonde hair as bright as the sun brought more fear to Manicore.

Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his red eyes were filled with naked murderous intent.

"How can I let you go back? Although Roland wants to let you go, I think it's better to use you, a human being who is transforming towards a lich, to give death a warning."

"No……"

As the teleportation reel burned, Manicole looked in horror as the space opened through the reel was pinched in his hand like a cheese, and finally disappeared without a trace.

That is his only way to live!!

This elf can even ignore the space realm. Could it be... he is the legendary fourth monarch - the King of the Necromancer.

"Will the wizard of the Death Leader be afraid... Morra is a shameless liar. Death can never become eternal, be disillusioned in dead silence, humans."

With a little stretch of Manicore's eyebrows, this undead wizard who once domineering the undead legion destroyed countless villages and killed countless humans lost his breath in an instant, and the muscles and bones of his body were condensed into a glowing ball.

Putting the soul core into his palm, Rafa closed his eyes and pondered. After a moment, the corner of his mouth appeared at a more curved angle than the previous ridicule.

"Interesting, the plan of Death to Take Two Birds with One Slaughter is not only bold but also thoroughly implements Moral's will."

"Rafa..." Roland ran to him, looking at the elf who was still in a phantom posture, feeling very uneasy at his words; "What does your words mean?"

"This earthly realm will become more chaotic in the near future. Roland, I am eager to know whether you will always stick to your ideas. I want to know more whether you will regret it. You betray my trust and insist on helping these stupid humans." The cold red eyes were full of expectations, which made Roland's inner uneasiness escalate again.

What did Rafa know from the soul of that mage?

Is the purpose of the Death Corps?

What changes have happened in the situation?

"Tell me Rafa, what do you know?! Is it the Death Corps..."

"Shh..." He stretched out his index finger to stop Roland's question, and Rafa gently shook his head with blonde hair; "You know the rules of the game, I don't easily intervene in the disputes in the upper realm. And you... can only prove to me with your actions that your ideas are correct, and this is what you need and must do. Others... are the inevitable consequences of history and destiny, and you don't need to worry about it."

Is it really that simple? Why do I feel particularly panicked?

This is a situation that has never happened before after arriving in Anesia.

Roland frowned.

Rafa refused to say it, so she naturally had no way of knowing what secret he had learned from the necromancer.

"Let's wait and see." The elf raised his head and stared at the east, and no longer watched the scene where the undead legion, which had lost the commander around, was destroyed by the Death Knight without any mercy.

Roland had already made a choice five hundred years ago.

Now, it's your turn.

Truk people...

PS: The status is recovering, good...haha
Chapter completed!