Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King

In the distant lava, it was rolling like the sea, and the fiery red light emitted from it made the whole area look fiery red.

The surrounding rock walls had long been eroded by this scorching air wave, and all of them became extremely hot, with a faint red light.

Over the years, the stones on these rock walls have long been no weaker than some metal ores.

At this moment!

In a huge cave at the top of the rock wall,

a huge fire dragon covered with red scales was lying comfortably on various red gemstones and mineral treasures.

The other party was sleeping.

There was no need to get close, just the breath emitted invisibly was far beyond the strong in the hero level.

Huchi——

The sleeping fire dragon exhaled a hot air wave from his nose from time to time.

However, the body that was originally sleeping and stretched suddenly shook, as if it felt something.

Buzz!

The fire dragon suddenly opened his eyes, raised his slender neck covered with red scales, and revealed a pair of red pupils that seemed to be burning with flames.

Arrogance, ferocity, and wisdom flashed in his eyes, and then were replaced by doubts.

Crash!

The sudden movement caused a large number of gems under him to roll down, making dense sounds.

"It seems that there is a strong magic fluctuation." The fire dragon tilted his head, and his vicissitudes and majestic voice echoed throughout the cave.

The powerful magic fluctuation just now disappeared in the moment it appeared, so that the great perception from the dragon clan woke him up from his sleep.

As for whether it was an illusion?

Crash——

The broad and heavy fiery red wings fluttered slightly, and two huge flames vibrated in the cave, and even the temperature increased by several degrees.

Great Tioruna!

How could there be an illusion!

In the dark cave, a pair of fierce red eyes flickered slightly.

"Horror" land.

The breath of the dead permeates the land unscrupulously. This is a huge ruined city in the middle of a barren land.

The daytime is the world of the living, while the nighttime belongs to the dead. Especially in this land filled with the breath of the undead, it has completely turned into a paradise for the dead.

"Hiss--"

The creepy cry from the rotten vocal cords of the undead vultures rang in the air.

Skeletons and low-level dead zombies roamed the land and the entire city.

Ta-ta--

The hurried footsteps, different from those of the undead, rang from the ruined streets.

Khajiit carried various rare precious magic materials in his arms, carefully bypassed these undead, and headed towards a three-story hotel-style building in the center of the ruined city.

Although he is a living person now, as a necromancer, he naturally has a way to make these undead ignore him.

As Khajiit walked quickly, he looked up from time to time, looking at a towering black tower in the most central and conspicuous area of ​​the entire city.

This is a special building without any windows, which looks like a one-piece structure. Even in the middle of the night, the black tower is still very clear.

The dark appearance seems to be deeper than the night.

That is where the real owner of this ruined land lives, and he and the leader are just visitors.

The closer to the center, the more negative energy can be felt in the air.

A touch of heat and fear flashed in Khajiit's eyes. Relying on the negative energy here, if the "Death Spiral" ritual is performed, it may be successful.

This thought just flashed through, and was quickly extinguished by Khajiit.

Although it has been several months since his resurrection, his strength has not been fully restored, especially the loss of the "Death Orb", which makes him even less confident.

Damn bastard!

Don't let me find you!

Khajiit cursed inwardly with gnashing teeth, then shrank his neck and quickly retracted his gaze from the black tower.

The dense negative energy here was not something he could use, but the owner here wanted to rely on the gathering of a large number of undead to give birth to stronger undead.

A few months.

Khajiit almost guessed who was the owner of this ruined place that allowed their leader to visit and occupied a large area of ​​land.

In this world, there are terrifying beings that surpass the great magicians of the dead, and they have a powerful force that can easily destroy a kingdom.

According to the secret records of various countries, there are only three people recorded.

Dragon Dark Night Magician of the Dead - Kfontarla Angreus.

Giant God Dark Night Magician of the Dead - Xijorn,

and the most mysterious Dark Night Magician called the Shadow King, known as the "terrifying" Dark Night Magician of the Dead.

These three are clearly recorded in various countries, but even the top nobles and even some royal family members may not know the existence of these three.

Because for the living, not knowing is a kind of happiness.

And here!

This is the area ruled by the most mysterious and terrifying existence.

Khajiit lowered his head and quickly entered the three-story hotel. After reaching the top floor, he gently knocked on a door.

Click!

The door opened automatically.

The leader of the "Chiranon" alliance, who was covered in dark fog, appeared in front of Khajiit.

"Levitate."

The leader of the "Chiranon" extended a staff from his body and waved it in the direction of Khajiit.

The large amount of magic materials brought by Khajiit flew up out of thin air and began to be placed in various locations according to the complex rituals that had been arranged in the room.

"After preparing for so long, it still failed. It was expected. That insidious blond boy is not easy to deal with." "Zhilanong" leader arranged it. He laughed at the same time:

"Well, only failure can give birth to a more fanatical yearning for power."

Khajit stood respectfully on one side, with a skinny face and sunken eye sockets, staring at the ground, carefully using the corner of his eyes to scan the complex magic ritual.

As for what happened?

Khajiit had some guesses, and it was likely that he would not be the only one staying here.

Click!

As the last piece of magic material was placed, the magic concentration in the whole room began to rise sharply

"Zhilanong" leader threw a bottle of blood-red potion from the black mist wrapped around his body and threw it into the magic ritual room.

Even though the blood-red potion bottle was sealed with a stopper, Khajiit could still smell the strong and stinking smell of blood in the air.

"The dead are resurrected!" A hoarse and low voice sounded.

In the upper lake of the Great Wetland, deep in the dense forest.

Tang Zheng held the pocket watch in one hand, checking the time on it, and occasionally glanced at the body of the gray-robed mage.

"It takes longer than the last time Khajiit was resurrected. Is he preparing for the resurrection ceremony?"

Tang Zheng whispered to himself, without any impatience, and still waited quietly.

Time passed little by little.

Suddenly.

The gray-robed mage's body trembled slightly, and his whole body began to show signs of melting like snow under the sun.

Tang Zheng, who had been paying attention for a long time, naturally noticed this change at the first time. Without any hesitation, he chanted in a low voice: "The dead are resurrected!"

Buzz——

The fluctuation of magic power spread!

The phenomenon of the gray-robed mage's whole body melting stopped.

Unlike the previous resurrection using "resurrection magic", Tang Zheng could clearly feel that the magic fluctuations in the air became manic.

Boom!

A thunderous sound suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if two different forces were colliding!

The restless fluctuations formed an invisible air wave, sweeping around, and the branches and leaves of a large number of twisted and strange trees around were blown by the strong wind and rustled!

"Hmph!"

Tang Zheng snorted coldly. He could feel that he was the one who had the advantage in this invisible confrontation.

Swish——

Tang Zheng directly increased the output of magic power, making the magic of "resurrection of the dead" more condensed.

After a short stalemate, the invisible shock dissipated. The gray robe wizard screamed and sat up from the ground, gasping for breath.

"Success."

"It seems that the back-up plan is no longer needed."

Tang Zheng looked at the gray-robed wizard who had resurrected in front of him, with a smile on his face. He recalled the state of the magic confrontation just now and thought:

"With a complete corpse, releasing magic at close range is far better than the effect of long-range magic."

After getting this experimental result.

Tang Zheng felt relieved, and he knew how to deal with Quin Aise next.

Bang!

There was another muffled sound, and the gray-robed wizard fainted again without any resistance.

"Horror" place.

In the room.

All kinds of precious magic materials arranged have turned into powder and scattered all over the floor. The whole room is as messy as if it was hit by a 7-8 gale.

"The Church!"

The leader of "Zhilanong", who was shrouded in thick fog, let out an angry roar.

The next day.

As the sun's light covered the wetland again.

Tang Zheng glanced at the professional skills of [Crazy Mage] on the attribute panel, which can be used again.

Kill the Gray Robe Mage, and then release the magic of "Resurrection of the Dead" to deal with the opponent.

After using the professional skill "Crazy Meditation" three times, the Gray Robe Mage was completely unable to revive with the resurrection magic.

Crash!

A ball of hot fire transformed from a thunder ball flew out from Tang Zheng's palm and landed on the body of the Gray Robe Mage, burning the opponent to ashes.

"Is it too cautious?"

Tang Zheng looked at the Gray Robe Mage who turned into ashes, raised his hands and rubbed his temples, muttering softly to himself.