[Necromancer] Dark Throne

Wayne looked at the notebook in front of him, the yellowish paper still carried a warm and soft atmosphere under the faint will-o'-the-wisp, just like that person's natural taste.

It's just that there hasn't been writing on it for a long time.

From the day he broke Justice Fort, there was no response in this notebook.

According to the news sent back from the human world, the human king Assad came forward to save him, but the price was that he had to take his daughter Tiffany.

After Roland refused, he was deprived of the authority of the Holy Light and disappeared.

Wayne didn't want to admit at all that he missed him.

For three years, he seemed to drop water into the sea, and leaves fell into the forest. No one knew about him.

In the past three years, although human beings resist desperately, the number of undead has far exceeded the range that human beings can resist. Even if Wayne does not take action, human beings are still retreating steadily.

The flames of war are raging, and the drums of war are raging.

There is no mercy, no humanity.

What the undead need is to turn all living people into their kind.

But the sun in the sky is still a great enemy to the undead. Only high-level undead can not be harmed in the sun, and because of this, human beings can persist until now.

But this kind of formation can't be maintained for too long. Three days ago, Wayne invited the Blood Knight King, and the two sides fought in Huayu Plain. 1+1, Gerry Huster was finally defeated and escaped with the secret technique of the Demon Race.

Since then, human cities have been completely exposed to the shadow of the undead.

Wayne left his temporary palace, and silently left the camp where countless high-ranking undead were stationed.

Greenhill has been fighting outside the past few years, and Amennar and Anlier have joined forces to deal with him several times, but even if the dragons rely on their natural air superiority, they can calmly escape from the battle, and their skills are even better. Not much time around him.

Different from the fire and darkness in the palace, the sky outside the palace is extremely clear and cloudless.

Wayne was slightly floating in the air, walking alone on the mountain road. His Chinese clothes had a very wide hem, and it was difficult to find the fact that he was floating without careful observation.

In June, the mountains are full of flowers, and large areas of bright cosmos are blooming on the green grass on the hillside. The sky is clear and clear, and the sun is warm. This is the world, a world with endless life.

It's just that there is no sound in the whole mountain, not even the sound of a bird.

Last night, a city less than ten miles away was breached by him.

It is one of the largest cities of mankind, second only to the existence of the Berettas imperial capital. Countless undead were blocked by the tall city and countless magic cannons. Hundreds of thousands of humans there were besieged for nine months , Countless people were starved to death in it, and the old man refused the food, leaving them to the resisting soldiers.The army lost too much, and the soldiers there were killed too much, so the civilians in the city also joined the army. When more than half of the civilians were killed or injured, many women also joined the army. Many of them replaced their husbands and relatives after their deaths.

This strong city was chosen as a model for killing chickens and monkeys.When the avatar of the Zhixi Monarch appeared in the sky, the endless snowflakes did not make them give up their resistance.

However, this time, they didn't dodge. With a light push from the Zhixi Sovereign's finger, all the defenses collapsed like dominoes, and the frozen city, together with the soldiers on it, also shattered into countless pieces.

No one in the city surrendered, the lord of the city set fire to the whole city, and died together with the undead who entered it.

The soaring flames made half of the sky red with blood, and the will under the mournful war song is like the flags on the battlefield, even if only a few strands of cloth are left in tatters, even if the person holding it has already fallen to the ground and rotted, But the flag still stands upright, proudly unfurling in the wind, regardless of enemy or friend.

Wayne had never understood killing so clearly.

He stood on the top of the mountain, and the pure white snow on the top of the mountain also dropped fine soot, as if he was talking about the flame without light.

He saw countless dots of aura flying from the never-extinguished city, disappearing into the air.

In the afterlife, stop being a human being.

Wayne said softly.

However, his expression moved slightly, and he fell from the snow peak on the top of the mountain.

He sees a team.

It was an army with ordinary standard equipment, but the strong bloody aura on their bodies showed how experienced they were in many battles, and even among the thousands of soldiers, none of them were occupations below the third level.

Some of them supported or carried a child, they were yellow and thin, all under the age of ten, there were men and women, and several people were holding several babies in swaddling clothes.The crowd in the team looked dignified, and the tears in the corners of the teenagers' eyes were still wet. Even though the mountain road was rough, no one spoke.Someone fell down and got up immediately. If there was a definition for them, it would be - underdogs.

Is it a survivor from yesterday's city?

The human beings who burned the city gave their children a chance to survive.

Just when he was thinking, the troops had already come not far from him, and Wayne discovered that the leader of the team was actually someone he knew, Osolan, a young boy from Dashen Town, had given him a gift Take the bow and arrow.

At that time he said: "This is the bow of sighing. It will be moldy in my house. I borrowed it from you. Remember to return it in your lifetime."

It's just that he seems to have forgotten to return it.

The youthfulness of the youth has faded from his face, and the youth with a hint of milkiness in the past is now full of heroism.

However, the moment the other party saw him, his face paled instantly.

Wayne sighed slightly, why scare him, his cold blood eyes turned slightly on the team, and then turned back to a little flower in front of him.

The beautiful and weird lich is not the cold horror of last night at all. There are neither flying snowflakes nor violent frozen balls around him. When he is quiet, he has a slightly transparent body like ice and snow, like a poppy, Toxic and beautiful.

"Are you waiting for us here?" Osolan finally raised his head, his voice was calm, but the trembling of his fingertips could not be compared to the keen Lich.

The Lich turned his head slowly, there was no reflection in his tranquil pupils, only a desolate silence: "No."

"Then you want to kill us?" Osolan knew how terrifying the lich in front of him was. He just raised his hand and blasted the ice, easily destroying the defensive circle built by thousands of magicians with their lives. .The city wall that stood for hundreds of years collapsed automatically in front of him, leaving no traces like sand filtering.

"Why should I kill you?" The Lich turned his eyes back to the flowers in front of him, and said slowly, "I like humans very much."

"Although you are neither intelligent nor powerful creatures, humility and prudence are your only ways to survive, but humans are not. You are greedy, selfish and arrogant, which is really ridiculous and lamentable." Put your elbows on your knees, support your chin with your hand, and gently stroke the fragile petals in front of your eyes with the other hand, "But this is such a human being, but it is such a beauty. A beauty full of temptation, full of contradictions and differences." Reasonable, there are still people, like this flower, whose life is in this summer, but still facing the sun, even if they die, they are still so brilliant."

"Who are you talking about?" Osolan keenly heard the other emotions.

"So what if you know? Leave, before I change my mind." Wayne waved his hand casually, signaling that he didn't want to talk more.

Osoran understood that the other party didn't need to lie to him at all. After signaling the people around him to keep quiet, he stood at the point closest to Wayne and let the team around him pass first.

However, an accident happened. A girl who was only seven or eight years old grabbed a piece of dirt and threw it at the Lich.

"Bastard! Give me back my mother."

Wayne was taken aback, forgot to dodge for a moment, and let the small clod pass through his slightly transparent body.

Osolan stood in front of the girl nervously, looking at him worriedly.

Wayne sighed slightly, then lowered his head again.

After confirming that the Lich really had no intention of killing, Osolan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to let the soldiers around him take the children away, and strictly prohibited them from attacking the Lich, and those who violated it would be killed on the spot.

When the last soldier disappeared from his sight, the leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the anger in his eyes was no longer suppressed: "Should I call you Vincaso, or stop the monarch?"

With his identity, it is too easy to know some tacit news from the high-level.

"Is there a difference? You know me." Wayne said lightly.

"Yes, racial camp, I have no right to accuse you." Osolan took a deep breath, "But, you still have a trace of humanity, don't you? Is it so difficult to let human beings survive?"

"Do you know the will of the Eternal Sleeper?" Wayne stared into the distance, "When he knew that the brilliance would no longer protect humans, he issued such a will. Of course, there is still a way out."

"What?" Osolan looked alert.

"Just like a thousand years ago, you will be a slave forever."

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roland diary

I don't remember what day it is today, the holy light has left my body. In the last night, I always looked at the notebook that I never opened, and sat under the light for a moment.

I remember still loving him.

But I still remember the moment when the Castle of Justice was broken, everything that could be seen was turned into scorched earth. This is not an ordinary battle between nations and races, but survival.

You die, I live.

Then, what qualifications do I have to open him.

Before the catastrophe of the race, my feelings were so pale.

There are two major tragedies in life, one is determined to seek death, and the other is unable to survive, I take care of it all.

Wayne, tell me, is it funny?

I am still walking on the road of my own choice, waiting for the moment to meet you.

Remember, I said that in this life, I will never face you with swords and swords.

So, I wait for the day when I die in battle.

I know that I am not perfect, maybe sometimes I work hard and can't achieve the expected results, maybe sometimes I can't do it well, maybe countless tears have tasted and tasted at night, maybe many things are beyond our control .But it doesn't matter, there must be cracks in life, so that the sun can shine in.

I never said I love you to you, because I know that instead of saying I like you a thousand times, it is better for me to accompany you silently.

Remember our promise, the circle of the ring finger, waiting for you to fulfill.

I won't let him break it.

The author has something to say: Little Theater (co-written with Little Maple Leaf):

Roland always looked at that notebook, always looked, looked, looked...

QAQ Dear, don’t blame me for not contacting you, okay, it’s so poor here that you can’t even buy a bottle of ink. Wayne silently looked at his notebook, the smooth surface suddenly became thicker one day Suspicious scratches...

Wayne touched the end of the scratch with his fingers, and the scratch stopped abruptly. He seemed to feel the temperature of the other's fingertips.

Slowly press the right hand from the index finger, and the other party does the same. The touch of fit is like the heartbeat of the other party, entering your own heart.

A dull pain climbed up from the bottom of my heart, and my thoughts were torn together, obviously I was dead, why, I still feel distressed.

In the next second, a drop of water appeared on the page of the book, but no one knew who dropped it.

Who is sorry to whom, who owes whom, why is it like this for the life we ​​agreed on?