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ARPG Chapter 32 Northern Campaign (11)

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    "Tell me, what is your purpose." While watching closely, Julian looked around without leaving any trace, to be on guard against other high-level undead ambush.  Obviously it has been completely ossified, and the liquid -induced tone made Orlando even the illusion, as if it also had rich facial muscles, and it was not facing the opponent of the opponent.  "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Julian was so angry that he was shaking all over, "You and the Undead Empire killed the high priest, and you actually thought that I would join." The Lich tilted his head slightly, and the flames of his soul flashed like two  Whirlpool: Orlando could clearly feel the hesitation of the knight beside him, and his pursed lips had already revealed his inner nervousness.  Soon, Julian understood the meaning of the lich's words about betrayal and separation.  As the encirclement shrinks, the undead army that was obscured by the snowstorm reveals its true appearance.  "Thishow is it possible" Orlando's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his eyes.  The densely packed dead bodies include not only the refugees from the caravan, but also the knights who were chasing behind them a moment ago. In just a short time, they turned into undead?  Julian could hardly hold the light blade in his hand. Ai Rui, who had criticized him just now, had a dull expression on his face, his eyes were lifeless, and his steps were shambling. He didn't look like he was alive at all.  Am I crazy?  Or has the whole world gone crazy?  As if seeing through Julian's thoughts, the Lich added the last straw to his already confused mind: "What did you say?!" Pushing hands?  This is too ridiculous, noimpossible Julian neither dared nor wanted to believe it.  If the record he has always been proud of is adulterated, what else can he be proud of?  The scene of the high priest showing the oracle to the Son of Nature could not help but come to mind. At that time, Otto's eyes were not only impatient but also worried.  Thinking about it now, I am afraid that I am not only worried about causing trouble due to my perverse personality, but also worried about getting involved, right?  If it is true as the Lich said, it has been involved in the achievements of pacifying the undead and traitors over the years Julian did not want to think about it and could not suppress the growing anxiety - whether his entire life was planned by the Lich.  Control.  The Lich¡¯s strange accent also had a clear rise.  Of course Julian remembered it, it would be an understatement to say it would be unforgettable.  A street kid who doesn¡¯t know his parents spends all his time huddled in the corner of a slum street, fighting fiercely with his peers, risking being beaten just to grab half a rotten apple.  Originally, he thought he would live his life in such a muddle-headed way, just like those old people who stayed in the slums from birth to death.  But the appearance of the high priest was like a bright light, illuminating his dark life, bringing him to the sunshine and giving him another life.  Bang¡ª¡ªThe Lich stretched out his hand, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in the skeletal palm. The pure holy power emitted caused Julian, who was immersed in the past, to fall from his unstable light blade.  Staring firmly at the Lich's palm, Julian stepped back unconsciously.  "It's you" What is it that you are mine?  Orlando was confused when he heard this. He expected to fight the lich with Julian, but he didn't expect that this guy was so confused by just a few words.  What are you doing? Didn¡¯t you say that the Dawn Sect has a firm belief?  Why were all of them either incited to rebel or killed?  If a few words could fool a high-ranking knight, this northern battle would have been lost hundreds of years ago.  What the Duke¡¯s son didn¡¯t know was that the reason why Julian was so upset was because he knew that the person who went to the slum to choose him was not the high priest, but the smooth-talking lich in front of him.  Going alone incognito, without any entourage, among a bunch of beggars and homeless people, he was the only one chosen. Julian thought it was good luck, but now that he thought about it, it was clearly bad luck.  When I think about it again, that¡¯s not right!  How could a lich use the power of light?  The Lich threw away the light source in his hand, and the energy it lost was instantly extinguished, revealing its true appearance - a broken badge only the size of a fingernail.  It's too old to recognize the marks engraved on it.  Of course, the Lich also paid a price for doing this. A hole of comparable size was dissolved in the palm of his hand.  Julian covered his ears, not wanting to hear the explanation that was about to drive him crazy, but the lich's language itself had magic power. It was not emitted by the vocal cords but directly reached the brain with magic power.  Lies!  Hallucination!  No!  None of this is true!  He refused to accept the cruel reality.  Since you know the prophecy, whywhy do you still accept me into the Order of Light?  Don¡¯t they like to eliminate uncertain dangers early?  Why?¡­ ?Jurian, who was already confused enough, received another blow from the lich and was stunned mentally. What did it say?  Eyeliner?  I?  There was unconcealable joy in the Lich's tone, "Traitor!"  With Ari's accusation still ringing in his ears, Julian's feet gave out and he fell to his knees.  "It's me who revealed itit's meit's me" No wonder the strategy against the undead has been repeatedly frustrated. No wonder the chief priest always sends me out to perform tasks. Unfortunately, I thought he was testing me. He has clearly treated me.  Got suspicious.  "Hahahaha" The laughter mixed with sobs made Orlando roll and crawl as far away from Julian as possible.  "Just by doing this unconsciously, did Chen Xi assume that I was a traitor? Can't the gods read my thoughts? Can't he tell whether I am pious? Those nobles of the empire and those high-level believers are very pious in their beliefs.  Everyone only cares about their status, wealth and reputation, so why not punish them? "Hey hold on, be clear-headed he is cheating on you," Orlando said.  He shouted loudly in the face of the increasingly violent blizzard, but his voice could no longer reach Julian's ears.  The muttering Dawn Knight finally collapsed under the pressure one after another, and let out a roar that was even more terrifying than the previous laughter, like the dying struggle of a beast.  Orlando wanted to bury his body completely in the snow. The armor on Julian's body originally exuded fluorescent light as warm as the morning light, but now, as the light faded, it was also coated with a layer of pitch black mixed with dark red. Look,  It's uncomfortable.  The Lich walked several times around Julian who was kneeling on the ground, unable to conceal his ecstasy in his posture. But before it could undergo its final transformation, the gray clouds were penetrated by a lightning-like holy light, and the Lich was the first to bear the brunt.  The lich's body immediately burned.  Reluctantly, he grabbed Julian in the air, who was just one step away from turning into a death knight, and was finally purified by powerful divine power.  The nearby undead were not spared either. They spontaneously ignited one by one, and in a short time they were all burnt down. Not even ashes were left behind, as if they had never existed.  Orlando, who was lying in the snow, quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the blurry shadow in the light beam.  Whether he is an apostle or his true form, there is no doubt that it is the coming of God in the morning light.  Knowing such a major secret, he would not be silenced Julian's vague consciousness was gradually pulled back from the pain and resentment, and as far as he could see, there was nothing in the vast expanse of white.  Where is this?  Iwhat happened to me After a brief blank moment, he recalled the last memory in his mind - the lich's proud laughter.  He grabbed his hair and pulled hard, making Julian unable to control himself in pain.  Fake, all fake.  His proud abilities, achievements, and life are all fake!  What's the point of living?  The chief priest is dead, the empire is in chaos, and the undead have ambushed countless spies and spies among humans. There is no chance of winning this battle.  It has been impossible to organize the Immortal Empire.  Why do you still let me, the traitor in your eyes, the betrayer you predicted, survive, and then let me transform to verify my destiny?  Do you really want to die that much?  A voice that sounded old and young at the same time echoed in my mind, like two people of different ages speaking at the same time.  Julian looked up, and the golden light in front of him slowly condensed into human shapes, an octogenarian and a childish boy.  After a moment of silence, Julian knelt down on his knees again, prostrate in front of the god he believed in.  ¡°My lord Chenxi, please guide me.¡±?¡­
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