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The difference between the top ten and the top one is getting bigger and bigger. There are already twenty fresh flowers. Please continue supporting me and throw the fresh flowers at me. I'm really thirsty right now. Hur Hur, I really want to rush into the top ten.

Although Barry was a little cunning and clever, he didn't dare to openly disobey orders. Seeing Werther's calm expression, he didn't dare to say anything. Actually, Werther still had some thoughts that he had yet to voice out. Jackson's original intention was to get Werther to bring out all the troops. At that time, Werther had already predicted that Jackson would take the opportunity to eat the entire Eighth Flag Group! Therefore, Werther only brought 100 warriors with him who had bronze warrior power, while the rest of the soldiers were given to Carter to manage. Right now, he only hoped that the enemy's target was himself, and that he would be able to let go of these 100 men. If the enemy really wanted to kill them all, these soldiers would have to rely on themselves. But I will separate from them, hoping to attract the attention of the enemy. "

Werther told his decision to the other soldiers. They didn't really feel anything about disobeying Jackson's orders. After all, they were very dedicated to Werther, and would not complain even if there were rain or wind. When Werther saw the trust in their eyes, he became even more determined to take them back! For the next three days, Werther led his men and continued to circle around this area, not daring to venture too deep into the barbarians' territory. After all, if he encountered a barbarian army, he would be safe and sound, but his men would definitely be harmed.

On the way, Werther would order the soldiers to carefully hide their tracks, to avoid revealing any signs of their movements. He himself, on the other hand, often left the army, sneaking off to who knows where. They were all veterans, so they naturally could tell that Werther had gone to kill someone, and he had even killed quite a number of them. Barry was the most impatient: "Captain, what have you been doing these past few days?" Werther looked at him and said, "Go kill the man who Jackson sent to spy on us!" The moment he said that, the soldiers immediately became furious. Barry scolded: "Damn it! "I knew that Jackson was being unkind and sent someone to spy on us!" Werther shook his head and said, "He clearly knows my strength, but he still dares to brazenly send some useless guys to watch me. There must be a big story behind this." After thinking for a moment, he suddenly shouted, "This is bad! Barry! Gather together immediately! Let's go back now! "

In the beginning, he did not understand why, but now he finally understood that if he killed the spies, he would also expose his own whereabouts. What awaited his troops in the future, was a merciless massacre! That was why he had ordered them to set off immediately. Even if they had to face Jackson's wrath when they returned, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, this was better than being inexplicably attacked and killed in such a world of ice and snow!

Just as the troops were getting ready to leave in a complete mess, a faint voice suddenly came over, "Hehehehe, did you just think of leaving? Unfortunately, it's already too late! " This voice had a strange rhythm to it, causing one to be unable to restrain themselves from immersing themselves in it, unable to extricate themselves. Werther's expression changed and shouted, "What demon!" How dare you put on a show! " His voice was accompanied by the sound of a buddhist lion's roar as waves of true energy surged out, instantly breaking the spiritual charm effect of the mysterious person! The originally intoxicated soldiers immediately came to their senses and hurriedly mounted their reindeer, ready to face the enemy.

The mysterious man's voice sounded, "As expected of an expert who could kill that little guy Fanke, he actually broke the effect of my spiritual force." However, I have never seen your battle spirit being used in such a way. I wonder who you are as a teacher? " Werther's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Van'er. He had expected that the Undead Island would not give up after killing him, but now that they had finally sent someone over, he became angry at the same time, "That bastard Jackson actually colluded with the Undead Island to assassinate me! This time, if we can make it back alive, we'll definitely teach him a lesson! "

"It seems that I really can't escape this calamity. I'm destined to face this calamity. This is the biggest calamity I have ever experienced in my life. If I can avoid it, my cultivation base will advance. But I don't know if I can leave any traces for my Primordial Spirit to be reincarnated." At this point, regret and anger are both useless. It would be better to spend more effort to defeat the enemy and save himself.

Another voice laughed, "Dio, I've told you before, controlling the enemy's sleeping and spiritual strength is an innate ability bestowed by the Underworld God to us, the Infernal King race. Your undead magic isn't even worth mentioning!" The man from Dior said angrily, "Ticks, what do you mean by that!? Are you mocking me? If your hypnotism really works, you won't be chased out of the underworld. You can only hide in the prime material plane and not go back! " Ticks said furiously, "You, a lich who doesn't feel anything at all! It's only right for you to pluck those stinky organs from the rotting corpses and stick them on your face, letting out disgusting, pus and blood to frighten the living! "

The two fellows got more and more boisterous as they fought in their own nests. At this time, another cold voice sounded out, "Stop arguing! Kill them! " It was only a short eight words, but both Theo and Ticks obediently shut their mouths, not daring to make any more noise. Di Ao chuckled strangely and said, "Your name is Werther, right?" "You dare to kill a member of our Necromancer? I will collect you and your men's souls and roast them in the Hellfire. You will be tormented for eternity!"

Werther frowned even more. He could tell that there were a total of three enemies. One should be a Lich, one was a fearful demon king, and the last one didn't know his identity. When the soldiers behind him heard the word "Lich", dozens of their faces paled on the spot. Extreme fear was revealed in their eyes. Lich on the Grace Mainland is synonymous with evil, killing and invincibility. Their predecessors were Necromancers as well, but they were all experts at the Saint level. It was just that due to their desire to live forever, they abandoned their physical bodies and asked the gods of the underworld for a way for their souls to live forever. They stored the core of their souls in something called a Soulbox, which no one could find. On the other hand, they were moving around the continent relying on bodies that were put together to make corpses.

A Lich's mana reserve was equivalent to several Saint-rank Magisters of the same rank. Furthermore, the attack magic of the undead element was originally much higher than the others, so their attacks were endless. The appearance of any Lich in history would always be accompanied by endless slaughter. The fear of the Lich had already been deeply engraved in the hearts of every citizen of the Grace Mainland. The only ones who could deal with them were the most courageous Holy Knights of the Church. They were blessed by the gods to stand out and fight against these undead creatures who had destroyed the consciousness of the human race!

Strictly speaking, the Dreadful Demon King should be a creature from the Purgatory in the Abyss, but in the past, there were many species that betrayed their Sovereigns in the War of Gods and threw themselves into the embrace of other Gods, such as the Dark Elves. The same was true for the fearsome demon king. Their entire clan went to the underworld and settled down there. Their innate ability is to control the sleep of others, they have already used the hypnosis technique to control soul force, their physiques are sturdy, cunning and good at fighting, they are precisely the battle commanders of the Underworld Army from the past wars. It was only because this Dreadful Demon King had offended someone that he was able to escape from the Underworld and live on the Undead Island.

Werther said coldly, "The Undead Seven Sages?" Three of them came at once, do you think too highly of me! " Dio's voice rang out again, "Little demon of the human race, you're thinking quite beautifully. "Let me tell you, killing you in the Northern Frontier is just me on the way. Actually, we have a total of four people here so that we can ?" The cold, rigid voice from before spoke again. "Shut up!" Dio paused, not daring to say anything. From the looks of it, he was extremely fearful of the owner of the voice.

"It turns out that these three fellows aren't here to seek revenge on me, but for an important matter. Moreover, the Undead Island has sent out four of the Seven Sages all at once, and there must be something extremely important that caused the strength of the Undead Island, which hasn't appeared on the Grace Mainland for hundreds of years, to be revealed all at once." Taking advantage of the fact that they underestimated me and didn't treat me as an expert, they might be able to protect their brothers! It's just that we can't be sure of the identity of the guy who spoke at the end. We have to be very careful. "

Werther raised his voice again. "Although I killed Van'er, he was the one who ambushed me. He deserved it. Since you are all super experts above the Saint level, you should have some dignity. Don't tell me that you are joining forces to deal with a young man like me? As long as you let go of me and my subordinates, I am willing to compensate you all for your losses. Let's try to see if we can lure him out of this crisis. Secretly he signaled to Barry to be ready for battle.

Dio's voice rang out again, and this time he laughed coldly, "Brat, do you think we are human children or foolish beastmen, that easy to deceive? If you didn't say it, I wouldn't have known you had such a good thing. Killing you and obtaining your soul, wouldn't all of yours be ours? Needless to say, the dignity of the Undead Island cannot be desecrated. If you kill our Mage, you should be prepared to die! You and your men will all die! Furthermore, your souls will be roasted in the Netherworld Flame and will never be able to transcend! Alright, my little fellows who are sleeping underground, come out! Kill the enemy in front of your eyes and satisfy your appetite with their flesh and blood! "Skeleton Summoning!"