A total of four tall statues standing on both sides of the pyramid gate are the guards of the Lahmian kings, things called Utopia.
Based on Lahmia's belief in Asaph, the head of the Uruguay special here is a snake head with double horns, instead of the general jackal head or bird head.
Its body is slender from its chest to its waist, and the fangs in its mouth and the sickle-shaped sword in its hand are dyed with a strange dark blue color, which is the color of the venom of the Blessed Viper.
Due to the blessing of the gods, the wounds cut by these five-meter-long weapons will indeed have a poisoning reaction.
However, in past practice, this does not seem to have much of a bonus effect. After all, after being hit by a five-meter weapon, it no longer matters whether a mortal's body is poisoned.
Compared with this kind of Utopia, Wsolun is more interested in the Fox legion from Lybalas in the south, who hold giant longbows and enchanted rune arrows with a length of seven meters.
But after Queen Khalida of Lebaras died at the hands of her cousin, the relationship between Lamia and Lebaras that relied on the marriage of the times was broken. It was impossible for him, a foreign priest, to awaken them. U*** special.
Of course, even if they agree now, it's too late.
The dust on the statues was shattered by the magical energy introduced by the runes, and the power left inside them that belonged to the gods and could hardly be replenished after the covenant was destroyed was awakened.
In the eyes above the snake fangs, the blue light became brighter and brighter. At first, it was just the magic that peeled off the dust on their bodies. Soon, it turned into the awakened black special forces actively shaking off the dust on their bodies. .
Soon, the shell decorated with jade and marble took on a new look.
Under the illumination of the rune array, Wosolun let the wind of death carry his voice to the pyramids even more than ten kilometers away.
"The Wu** of Asaf, the messenger of the gods. Lahmia is in danger and needs your efforts again."
The two closest cunts looked down from a high position and saw the appearance of the thing calling them at their feet. The gray skin with almost no flesh and fat wrapped the skull that was almost a skeleton.
It has long needle-like incisors, gray eyes, and a monster-like thing that exudes an ominous aura.
If they saw this kind of thing in life, they would definitely kill it on the spot.
"you…"
The statue, whose eyes lit up with blue light, was about to say something when a skinny gray palm raised its hand and interrupted with the wind of death.
"I know I can't gain your trust, so I'll let Prince Alkadiza, the destined king of Khemri and the future ruler of Nehekhara, communicate with you."
As he said that, more Uzbek special forces unsealed from the entrances of other pyramids and walked out of the pyramids, all moving closer to Wosolun. This time, he awakened the secrets in the tombs of dozens of generations of kings in Lahmia. All black and white.
Through the perception of necromancy just now, the number of these warriors who were chosen by gods and made into black specialties during their lifetimes totaled more than 600.
Looking at these crystals of Nehekhara that ranged from a few meters to more than ten meters tall and maintained intelligence and possessed all the fighting skills before him, Wosolun even had one. Maybe he could defeat the one who was said to be without making his own undead engine. The idea of something called a demon. ….
Hundreds of years of experience allowed him to immediately suppress this arrogance, turned his head, looked at Alkadiza's figure, and said.
"Okay, our Prince, I will let you communicate with them. They cannot accept a monster like me."
Wosolun raised his right paw and made an invitation gesture, inviting the prince to stand in the middle of the rune circle. In addition to the awakening ceremony, this structure also allows the wind of death to transmit the sound within it through vibrations to where it comes. Links everywhere.
"certainly."
The prince stood still among them, staring directly at the statue that was several times larger than his own.
"You warriors, you were the most heroic warriors of Laemia during your lifetime. You will not disgrace the image of the gods, so the gods will allow your souls to
Melt into this glorious body. "
"Laemia received a request today. As the soon-to-be-crowned king of Khemri, I beg for your help."
After this sentence, the prince's declaration was immediately interrupted by U***.
"Why the King of Khemri, where is our King of Lahmia?"
"The current king is here. The old palace of Lahmia is preparing for war. You can go to the battlefield first."
Wosuolun suddenly stood in the ring and rushed to answer, but was directly held back by Alkadiza.
"I will not lie to these warriors, nor will I allow you to deceive them with these lies."
After saying that, he turned to look at the black special agents and continued.
"There is no real king in Lahmia now. The former queen of Lahmia used the methods of the usurper Nagash to extend her life and has been the ruler of Lahmia for four hundred years."
Wosolun pulled the prince out of the ring and took the lead.
"But she is indeed a direct descendant of the Lahmian royal family. She is a princess of Lahmia and married to her own brother."
"But no matter what, when Lamia's disaster strikes, can't Lamia's warriors protect Lamia?"
As if there was some kind of connection between them, the Utopias looked at each other in confusion. The snake letter on the snake's head swayed slightly. Soon, the Utopia who was closest spoke.
"The monsters that have become obsolete are the monsters, but you are right, the warriors of Lahmia, there is nothing wrong with fighting for Lahmia. But the palace is far away from here, how are you going to take us there."
"It seems that you, the king of Khemri, are not needed at all. I am worrying too much."
Wosolun showed contempt for Alkadiza, walked to the center of the ring, and said to all the gangsters.
"Ukrainian special agents, come here and line up. Before you fight that monster, I will strengthen you with necromancy. Otherwise, even if you can defeat it, Lamia will not be able to accept too much damage to the divine power that cannot be replenished. "
As he spoke, Wosolun took off his cloth robe, revealing the brown leather lining underneath.
The outer fabric has been specially enchanted to attract the sticky Dal energy, but now, when he does not need to use the wind of magic to dismantle the Dal energy, or attract the thin Dal energy from other places, this robe It's of no use anymore.
This leather lining is carefully made of mentally tortured human leather, and the soul and flesh are carefully attached between the two layers of leather in the form of enchantment. ….
It has a powerful guiding and amplifying effect on the wind of death.
The death wind here is enough for him to release 300-400 strengthening spells, or summon a few big guys.
With this lining, the effectiveness of the spell can be about three times that of when not wearing it.
In addition, with the combination of time, location, materials and other conditions, Wosolun is confident that he can increase the effectiveness of necromancy more than ten times with the same mana.
Perhaps he sensed that dead things like U***t were reactivating, and the death that became extremely active began to gather at the soles of the U***ts who were close to him under the guidance of Wosolun. .
Enhanced soul protection properties, enhanced toughness properties, enhanced hardness properties, enhanced speed, enhanced durability, enhanced armor, enhanced magic armor, enhanced flexibility, regeneration of undead, and a decaying curse on the enemy.
After releasing ten strengthening skills in a row, grey-purple traces appeared on Wu** Special's body, which was originally mainly blue, which were traces caused by the ten strengthening spells.
Feeling the consumption of the wind of death in the gravel, Wosolun made a simple calculation.
Those lambs kneeling aside to be slaughtered still have to be killed and their souls extracted to satisfy the demand.
We also have to save some time on the production of undead engines and long-range attack weapons that are more effective than catapults.
Just as he was thinking about it, the wind of death also appeared in the sky. When he looked up, he saw that it was the undead bird that had delivered the last batch of goods.
Two undead giant birds, dragging a
A heavy package flew over at a much slower speed than before.
The cargo hit the ground, and the buffer layer surrounding the contents kicked up sand, creating a large plume of smoke and dust, making the already difficult-to-see environment in the dark even darker.
In this darkness, Wosolun's voice sounded quite impatient.
"Apprentice, hurry up, untie the guiding stone, and place it on the ground."
The apprentices built arms made of gravel, struggled to erect the package on the ground that was longer than a dozen people gathered together, and then used cutters made of gravel to cut the ropes from top to bottom.
After fixing it with grains of sand, they swarmed in and tore off the outer wrapping.
When the last piece of cover fell, Wosolun raised his paw, and a large stone that originally looked unremarkable in the dark night glowed brightly.
Following the command of the Necromancer, it landed in the center of the rune array.
Looking at this huge stone, which was more than three times his own height and had huge luminous lines, the prince raised his head in shock.
Wosuolun looked at the stone in front of him, and there was an inexplicable pride in his ugly voice.
"This is a real stepping stone, not a second-rate product that can be made in half an hour or a few hours. To make it, I spent about four hundred days just making it."
"No matter how I use it, it will not be damaged easily, and its efficiency is far beyond those that can only maintain a slightly powerful ritual magic."
A smile that never seemed to fade appeared on Wosolun's twisted and withered face, which was the pride of the old vampire. ….
This is a unique construct that continues from Nagash's research.
Nagash's teacher is said to be a creature called a dark elf. Their relative possesses an artifact called a guiding stone, which has a strong amplifying effect on ritual magic.
Nagash spent many years inventing a replacement version of this thing based on the knowledge imparted by the elves.
They are those small path stones that can be made in a few hours and are used to speed up the flow of spell nodes and increase the stability of spells.
The one in front of me was developed by Wosolun on that basis. It was close to, no, maybe it was an artifact that surpassed those called elves, or in other words, a pseudo-artifact.
Wosolun does not believe that things not made by gods can be called artifacts, but can only be called pseudo-artifacts. The same is true for those elves' things.
The rune light path on its exterior is only used to adjust several magical winds to avoid conflicts.
The real complexity lies inside.
The interior can only be seen by mages with second vision. The hundreds of thousands of tiny magic runes carved by countless tiny magical energies are the key to this pseudo-artifact.
A disc composed of hundreds of runes may collapse due to conflict with each other, let alone an item composed of hundreds of thousands of runes.
So just making it took over a year.
It took almost a hundred times as much time to design this stone that would not conflict with each other.
Even so, there were actually tens of thousands of runes arranged in it. He himself couldn't figure out why it could run. However, he didn't dare to change it. After all, it could run and its main functions were not affected.
If a vampire didn't need to care about the passage of time, he would never be able to make such a thing.
Now think about it, if this kind of thing was used in the palace just now, maybe, no, it would definitely not let the rat monster escape.
He had already figured out that the reason why the rat monster was able to escape was because the body's ability to block the external influence of magic forced the magic fulcrum into the body, thereby releasing part of the magic.
If the magic is enhanced with the guide stone, even the inside of the body will be affected.
That rat monster, because his body cannot bear it,
The huge mana pool in the body may be burned or even exploded.
But due to other concerns at the time, he did not let Usuoran take out this thing.
The slight sting caused by the wind of death reminded Wosolon of the passage of time.
He raised his head and said specifically to Wu ***.
"Those who use resonance between magics also have transmission channels and guide stones, which can gather the wind of magic in one area to another area. Therefore, it can even be cast remotely."
"It can concentrate the wind of death that is abundant near the pyramid to within a hundred miles, anywhere I want."
"Dal energy won't work. But it's not a big problem. I can dismantle Death Wind into Dal. It just takes some effort."
The Ukrainian special agents nearby couldn't understand what he was talking about, but they still put on a serious look, while the ones in the distance were still running towards this side at a speed that could make the earth tremble.
No matter how funny U***t's performance was, Wosolun turned his head and explained to the prince and U***t together.
"Now, they also have another function, which is to teleport troops remotely."
As he spoke, Wosuolun lowered his head, holding the withered head that seemed to be about to fall off with his right paw.
"The power of shadow allows us to safely travel back and forth in it, just like a bridge appearing out of thin air. However, I haven't decided what to call this yet."
"Shadow Bridge, why not just call it Shadow Bridge."
Alkadiza asked.
How can Tao survive when things perish?
