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War in the Wasteland 220 Prelude to the Dead Part 2

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    "Bang bang bang"

    Strange metal boots sometimes appeared in the hem of the wide cloak, and the footsteps on the ground left bursts of metal and stone sounds.  Looking at the man in a black cloak walking slowly along this alley, everyone's minds went blank.

    Even old John standing in front of the throne was the same.  [com]

    That armor was engraved with various magic patterns, and Old John didn¡¯t recognize any of them.  With its peculiar lines and unique shape, even the erudite old John racked his brains and couldn't remember where the little bastard had gone and got this armor from someone else.

    The corner of the cloak was raised high, it was obviously a weapon.

    Based on my understanding of that boy, wasn¡¯t he using Ke Qishi¡¯s axe?  Judging from the outline of the raised cloak, it looks like the shape of a sword.

    Needless to say, the shape of this sword is not something I know either.

    "Bang!"

    With a collision between armors, the man covered in a cloak stopped, knelt on one knee, and stopped just one step away from Old John.

    He is the godson of the Pope, the holy son of the entire church Being able to be respected as His Highness, and being able to listen to the Pope's oracle at such a close distance is a privilege that no one can envy.

    The horn sounded again.

    Old John¡¯s narrowed eyes suddenly tightened their pupils!

    The road from the door to now is covered with a thick layer of frost Even the ice fields in the far north are just like this. Just walking through it, there is already a whole layer of frost on the road.  Palm-thick ice!

    This is really terrifying!

    Is it an epic weapon of the frost type?

    Old John¡¯s brows became more and more compact. This was simply impossible Speaking of epic weapons, those things were all praised in legends thousands of years ago.  After so many years, even the sharpest sword will become a pile of rusty iron lumps.

    The bells have not stopped ringing yet, intertwined with the sound of the horn again, like music played by a skilled band, so touching.

    The man who had always lowered his head and knelt on one knee raised his head slightly, and the broad brim of his hat moved accordingly, revealing his unobstructed face.  A strand of silver-white hair was also exposed under the cheek

    This face is very young, but it has an indescribable sense of age.

    "You are not Alsace!" Old John's pupils trembled, and he almost screamed this sentence from his throat.

    "Wrong, Godfather, I am Alsace!" A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and under the puzzled gazes of everyone, his right hand suddenly opened.

    The black cloak was like the unfolded wings of death, and a sword with frost was pulled out from the waist and sent into Old John's body easily.  The trace of blood from the wound that had not yet flowed out quickly condensed, and the "crackling" condensation sound spread throughout Old John's body in an instant!

    Pull out.

    The man in the cloak drew out his sword with a lively expression, and watched as the old man's body with enlarged pupils tilted rapidly and fell to the ground.  In this short period of time, an old man whose body still had warmth before fell to the ground turned into a lump of ice.

    ¡®Boom!  ¡¯

    The lump of ice fell solidly onto the seat, and the wooden chair was immediately smashed to pieces.  The flying wood chips and flying dust looked unusually dazzling in the sunlight through the glass windows.

    The man held the sword in both hands, slowly turned around, and stood where Old John stood before, with a smile on his face that never stopped.

    The blue sword was covered with frost, exuding bursts of cold air.

    This scene shocked all the believers. No one could react. What on earth is going on?  The Pope was actually assassinated in the Holy City, and he was still presiding over a prayer ceremony!

    ¡°Is this an illusion, or am I just dreaming?

    "ah!"

    No matter what, some people still screamed loudly because they couldn't bear it.

    The horn is still ringing, but the bell has stopped.

    Pedestrians passing by on the road were stunned involuntarily, and all looked at the place where the frightened scream came from.  And the ever-present sound of the horn Why would someone be blowing the horn in the Holy City?

    But the sound seemed to come from the cathedral.

    More and more eyes are focused on the church, and there is a hint of silent fear.Fear and depression began to spread invisibly.

    "Boom!"

    A huge noise suddenly erupted from the interior of the church, and the door that had been closed for some time was rudely opened.  Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, a giant white-gray dragon spitting out frost mist broke out of the door.  The sharp dragon roar also spread throughout the Holy City in an instant!

    Just when everyone was shocked by this and didn't know why a giant frost dragon jumped out of the cathedral, suddenly dozens more giant dragons rushed out of the cathedral!

    "If you don't look carefully, you can't tell. These are not giant dragons at allthe gray body is completely composed of skeletons. They are a group of undead that have come to the main plane!

    The bell that had stopped sounded again. It was different from the morning bell in the dusk. This was an alarm bell that had not sounded for thousands of years.

    Rapid and ferocious, like a tide, it crazily invades everyone in the Holy City.  Even on the night when Yang Dashuan caused the bloody night, he was not as panicked as he was todaybecause the alarm bell rang.

    A philosopher once commented on the defense of the Holy City - unless the Rainbow Star Dragon Valley attacks.  The plane war breaks out again, and the warning bells of the Holy City will ring only when the demon's army approaches the city.

    However, that philosopher failed to calculate this kind of attack - the attack of the undead!

    Accompanied by the undead overture with loud shouts, eleven giant frost dragons hovered over the Holy City, flapping their wings to their heart's content, turning this place of human faith leaders into a pile of ruins.

    With the flapping of the wings, countless cold air leaked out from under the pair of blue wings.

    The deadly cold seems to freeze even the air!  With a slight spit, the huge building can be condensed into a cold and hard iceberg in an instant!

    The man with his hands leaning on the sword stood in front of the collapsed throne, looking at the city that was being covered by frost, and waved his cloak.

    A rotating six-pointed star on the blood-washed ground gradually emitted light, and a strange creature with two horns on its head appeared in the center of the church.  This is a nightmare, a legendary super-level monster that is even one level higher than the dragon!

    If those devout believers saw this scene, they would be so surprised that they would not even be able to shut their mouths.

    But that won¡¯t happen nowbecause there are no living beings in the church anymore, and the rest are undead souls that cannot think.  The corpses lying on the ground were squirming, and white skeletons were crawling out of their bodies, holding rusty weapons and walking towards the outside of the cathedral after the master who summoned him to wake up!

    After all, the Holy City is the Holy City, representing the concentration point of the entire alliance's magical power. Even if such an anomaly occurs, it is still the ordinary people who are panicking.  After a brief panic, the magicians and church knights were organized by the church's top leaders to resist these frost dragons!

    slidely different!

    These frost dragons are different from the undead the church has encountered before The frost dragons they encountered before were like puppets controlled by a puppeteer on the stage, but these frost dragons seem to have real souls.  Same.

    Although the resistance that followed was strong, it could not form a strong and immovable dam in front of these frost dragons!

    "Just a random 'frozen spit' will cause a thick layer of frost to condense on the ground of the Holy City. This is exactly the same as the road Alsace walked before.

    At this time, Alsace was slowly walking out of the cathedral.

    Behind him were an army of countless skeletons, holding a bone sword in one hand and a shield in the other. The skeletons poured out from the breach of the cathedral like a white flood, and then poured around like a torrent.

    The skeleton nightmare with the devil's horns snorted uneasily, and from its skull-like nostrils it spurted out clouds of cold air that froze the soul.  Alsace's spine seemed to be shaken involuntarily, and he looked to his side.  The air in that place was distorted, and Xiu Yi, who was wearing a black cloak, bowed respectfully.

    "Your Highness, everything is ready!"

    A faint smile appeared on Alsace's snow-white face, and the white hair hanging down his forehead fluttered.  "What about him?"

    At the mention of ¡®him¡¯, this arrogant lich was shocked and showed the same fear as when he saw Arthas.  "He's still in the plane of the undead, but he's coming out soon!"

    "Really?" Arthas stared at the trembling lich in front of him with interest.  "Well, the war begins!"
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