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Volume 1 I am the Devil Chapter 384 Prelude to the Undead

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    The shrill north wind cries like a child in pain. Amidst the harsh sound of wind and snow, the terrible cold is raging in the snowfields in the far north of the world.  Snow wolves are clustered in small canyons. They huddle together and use their thick fur to keep their companions warm.  The young wolves were hiding in the middle of the pack. Here, surrounded by the adult snow wolves, the howling cold wind temporarily kept these young creatures away.  Hiding in the protection of his parents, the little wolf howled, a little afraid of the raging snowstorm in the sky.  The adult snow wolves lowered their heads one after another to cover the only sky in the circle, otherwise the white snow would fall.  Although their mouths and noses were gradually frozen by the cold, they never dispersed, because after the team dispersed, losing the remaining warmth would kill all the cubs in an instant, and the adult snow wolves could not  Holding on for too long.  Every once in a while, when the snow wolf standing on the outermost edge and being beaten by the wind and snow can no longer bear it, it will move inside.  The snow wolves inside automatically got out of the way, and intuitively walked out of the warm circle to take the place of the snow wolf.  The protection of the group is the strength that the snow wolves rely on to survive in this icy blizzard.  They rely on each other, borrowing the strength of their companions, and then struggle to survive. The only force that can threaten them, apart from the ruthless natural wind and snow, may be the group of moving skeletons Click - click - click -  ¡ª The sound of bones rubbing against each other was gradually blown away by the cold wind and could not be conveyed too far.  The cold soul fire danced out blue flames in the eye sockets of the skeletons. This army of skeletons marching in the wind and snow may be the only creature in the entire Arctic snowfield that is not afraid of this cold and terrifying weather.  ?Perhaps they are not even living creatures.  The rows of skulls with blue flames dancing in them dotted a long blue road in the cold wind, which could be seen at a glance even in this blizzard with extremely low visibility.  Some squirrels hiding in tree holes looked at the skeleton army passing by and trembled with fear.  Even with their low intelligence, they can still feel the cold and dead power of death Maybe it's because of their low intelligence.  As a result, their senses became more sensitive, and they became more and more afraid of this smell of death.  But the purpose of the skeleton army is not them, so these shivering squirrels are lucky.  When the huge camp standing in the cold storm and snow appeared in front, the skeleton army raised their weapons and made a terrifying roar.  The miserable howl vibrated by the soul fire was like a prelude to the undead, instantly alarming the creatures in the camp.  "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Those skeletons are here again!" A horrified warning sounded from the mouths of the sentries on the wooden tower of the camp.  But the biting wind and snow blocked the transmission of his voice, and his yelling and roaring failed to alert anyone. He braved the wind and snow and rushed to the big clock dozens of meters away.  Ringing the big warning bell vigorously.  When¡ªdang¡ªdang¡ªthe huge bell rang in the wind and snow, even the violent snow and wind could not completely block the sound wave transmission of this big bell.  Many trolls in the village woke up, and the news of the enemy attack was quickly spread to the entire camp.  "Jika ka ka ka ka! Chi ka ka ka ka ka!!! Chi ka ka ka ka ka!!!" Amidst countless shouts and war roars, the trolls jumped on the wall one after another and drew out their weapons to respond to the enemy's attack.  At this time, the city was already in chaos. A group of skeletons were desperately attacking the living people in the field of vision. The blue soul flames were beating, echoing the blood splashed by the warriors and the trolls, in the wind and snow.  A murderous chaos arose.  And even more frightening.  Those trolls who died in battle would soon stand up staggeringly, enslaved by the power of death, and madly attack the former tribesmen.  This strange sight should have been frightening, but these snow trolls were not surprised at all. It was obvious that they were already familiar with the methods of this group of skeletons.  "Ji ka ka ka ka! Chi ka ka ka ka! Chi ka ka ka ka!" In the midst of the roar of war.  The trolls swarmed to the top of the city, bravely attacking the undead army of skeletons, and held back the nearly collapsed battlefield in time.  And just when there was a melee at the top of the city, and countless trolls were killed one after another, in the tallest temple in the center of the village.  In the dim hall, a group of old trolls stood by default.  Their old bodies were no longer able to support them in fighting, but they did not need to fight. They put down their sharp weapons.  He picked up the totem witchcraft stick passed down from his ancestors, put on the costumes of a wizard and shaman, and used another way to protect his people.  "They are here again" Patriarch Kargath was a little confused.Panting in pain, he clutched the wound on his chest and frowned.  Not long ago, the old patriarch was attacked by a pack of wild wolves when he was out hunting with his tribe's warriors, and his chest was seriously injured. Although he was rescued in time, his old body could no longer withstand such a cold wind and snowstorm.  Sustained for too many days.  All the trolls know that their leader is dying.  But no troll can save all this. Even if the trolls present are the wisest elders in the entire tribe, they all combined cannot save a life that is about to die.  "Of course they will come back! I knew that the group of undead would not let go of this blizzard, but I didn't expect them to come!" A tall shaman clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "These evil undead will always come.  One day, I will kill the villain behind them with my own hands!" Kargas glanced at the tall and strong shaman and recognized the other party's identity, "Gul'dan, the team you lead!  Didn't you get some information not long ago? Why haven't you told us all yet?" The tall and muscular shaman lowered his head in fear, "Old Patriarch, I just hope that everything can be investigated.  Finally, I want to give you a surprise. The investigation is currently at a deadlock, and I dare not say anything." "It doesn't matter, tell me. Let me see what great achievements our young boys have achieved."  Kargas gasped and clutched his chest, his face flushed red from the severe pain, "By the way, I can also give you some instructions - some instructions that may be effective. Let me, a dying old guy, listen to your instructions."  Achievement, I'm looking forward to it." "Yes, old patriarch," Gul'dan lowered his head and said sadly, "We are all waiting for your guidance." "Well, tell me." "We already know.  Well, the origin of this group of undead came from the awakening of an evil entity deep in the north. That evil entity was an extraterrestrial demon god who fell in the North Pole ten thousand years ago. His body collapsed in the sky and turned into a continuous stream.  The mountains formed a huge Ice Throne with the powerful impact when it landed. In the past, it was said that the soul of the devil was sleeping under the Ice Throne and would destroy the world as soon as it woke up. We all thought it was just a false legend.  , but now the legend has really come true." Gul'dan pointed to the howling wind and snow outside and said, "The group of undead that are madly attacking all living creatures and resurrecting the dead to join their army are the ones who were killed.  Controlled by the Demon God. With the Ice Throne as the center, one-third of the entire Arctic snowfield has now fallen into the control of the Lord of Death, and all living creatures in the area have been transformed into undead that serve him.  , and the purpose of this group of undead attacking us is to kill all our trolls and then become subordinates driven by the Lord of Death!¡± The shocking truth made all the shaman¡¯s eyes widen.  They stood up one after another and looked at Gul'dan, a slightly younger shaman, showing surprise and disbelief.  "Is this true? Gul'dan? Who told you?" Before Gul'dan opened his mouth to speak, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the air.  It was an angel-like girl, with a pair of white wings flapping gently behind her, and a jade-like face that was perfect and flawless.  With a hint of coldness and ruthlessness, the girl who suddenly appeared in the hall said calmly, "I told him." She paused and bowed, "Let me introduce myself, I am the soul healer Irene.  My master, the Lord of Death, serves. As reserves of the undead, you will also join the master's servant team and become the most loyal believers of death." The appearance of the girl instantly caused chaos in the entire hall, and countless shamans raised their heads.  The witchcraft stick in his hand used countless witchcraft to control the girl who suddenly appeared.  However, an invisible force surrounded the girl, and all the witchcraft power was in vain, leaving dozens of shamans with shocked faces.  "Invalid?! How is it possible!" "Is this a monster?!" "My witchcraft!" "Oh! The ancestors are on top!" While the shamans roared in fear or anger, the girl shook her head and said,  "Give up your resistance, everyone. No one can resist the call of the master, and no one can refuse the master's request and submit to the death of darkness. I will grant you eternal death on behalf of the master." At this point, there is no need to say more.  After saying too much, all the shamans waved their magic sticks and rushed towards the girl in the center.  Before being a shaman, they were still a powerful warrior, not really old enough to move countless times.  "Wishful thinking!" "Suffer death!"Devil!  Go back to hell with your master's orders!  " "Trolls will never be slaves!  " Countless angry roars instantly flooded the dark hall. (To be continued)
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