The four envoys of the undead were buried deep in the soil of the undead. When Kunsang punched out the pit, they finally reappeared. At first glance, they were just four life-size warrior sculptures standing in the pit.

In the center, everything from bracelets, necklaces and other clothing accessories to the expressions on their faces are lifelike.

Kunsang's eyes flashed with sadness and said: "After Allen passed away, they buried themselves deep in this land and waited for the return of their old master for another thousand years... My blood cannot wake them up.

, but yours is fine”

Feng Qinglang cut her palm as instructed and poured the silver-gray blood on the heads of the four sculptures. They immediately moved slightly as if they were awakening from the deepest dream. First their fingers trembled slightly, and then their necks slowed down.

turned left and right.

Kunsang said calmly: "They are all cruel people. They have refined themselves into undead puppets, and their minds will become less flexible, just to obtain a longer undead life... But despite this, they are about to enter the stage of life."

It’s the end.”

After the four undead envoys woke up, they quickly recovered from their dazed state. They came to a stop in front of Feng Qinglang, put their right hands on their left shoulders, bowed deeply at the same time, and said in unison: "Welcome to the return of the great commander."

Their faces are pale and dull, but their eyes are full of fanaticism, loyalty and admiration, which is the only thing that represents their life.

Kunsang commented: "It looks stupid. It's good that there may have been some wisdom left a thousand years ago, but now it's just instinct and primitive wisdom... With them by their side, the undead will recognize you as their boss."

Commander, Alan ordered them to follow me and wander around the Parliament of the Dead, and then I took over.

He touched the void in front of him again and said: "Qinglang, remember this technique..." The gray smoke cloud in the void seemed to be caught in Kunsang's hand and turned into a crumpled paper.

Kunsang quickly wrote something on the paper, and then blew it in the direction of the Parliament of the Dead. The paper turned into countless fragments, turned into a breeze, and blew away to the south.

"In this way, we can convey orders to them."

"Now, I have told them that you are the new generation of undead commander."

"Hey, don't look at me with such sad eyes. Yes, I'm just telling you what happened after my death. But I've been waiting for this day for too long. You should be happy for me. I'm finally free."

Kunsang threw another black handwritten book to Feng Qinglang and said: "Here, here is a guide to the commander of the undead. The original book was written by Allen. It was later adapted by me. Being a commander is actually very simple. It contains the rules of the world of the undead.

, everything is clearly recorded in it. Do you have any questions?"

Feng Qinglang stared at Kunsang. He understood that Kunsang had actually exhausted his source. The flame-like red hair was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the pupils were slowly losing their luster... He wanted to speak.

Stop again.

Kunsang understood, and laughed and said: "Although Allen is not a gentleman, he is definitely not a villain. How can I be complicit in such dirty things? I am willing to wait for a thousand years. Don't worry. There is no plot against you."

Feng Qinglang held the corner of his mouth, feeling that the other party was reaching the silver boiling point. It was a kind of joy that was no longer suppressed. It was Kunsang's soul sublimating. He said: "Sir Kunsang, what I want to ask is, according to the Holy Spirit,

Fantasy novels about the traces, if you return to the stars, before that, you will usually pass on your skills to me, and then you will pass away..."

Kunsang couldn't help laughing and sighed: "Fart, how can such a good thing happen? Hey, you are still an interesting boy..."

The voice gradually faded, and the whole smiling face froze for an instant. It was vaguely still the ignorant and reckless red-haired boy from thousands of years ago. Then, the whole person turned into nothingness, and was about to disappear into the haze and fog, and then transformed into thousands of lights.

The gleaming light shot rapidly into the Dead Sea, creating circles of ripples, causing the Dead Sea to finally change. The waves rose and fell for a moment, but the Dead Sea quickly returned to calm, and the countless ripples remained forever...

Feng Qinglang felt inexplicably sad. He and Kun Sang had only just met each other for the first time, but they seemed to have known each other for many years. At this moment, he captured Kun Sang's deepest thoughts. Kun Sang must have faced the Dead Sea for too many years.

I have been longing in my heart that one day, I can make it different, even if it is just a little bit different...

Looking at the thousands of ripples, Feng Qinglang thought in her heart, you can do it, Kunsang Sage

The world of the undead, which had been dead for thousands of years, finally ushered in changes.

A new generation of undead commanders has taken office

Although he is just a new generation of undead demons, compared to the inactive leader of the previous generation, he has enough enterprising spirit. Not only did he reawaken the four divine envoys of the saints, he also planned to launch the undead natural disaster on his first day in office.

Vast numbers of undead departed from the Eastern World of the Undead and marched into the Pandora Plains to pay homage to Trithia.

The world of the undead mobilized, but the orc world was shaken.

Originally, the orcs were pressing forward step by step in negotiations with humans, gaining the upper hand, and were about to sign an unequal peace treaty, but the undead came.

The undead have always had the tradition of entering the Pandora Plains and paying homage to Trithia, but compared to previous years, this year's time has come much earlier...

Is this a visit to worship, or is it a sudden undead disaster?

The undead natural disaster thousands of years ago left unforgettable pain to the orcs, and also made them treat the undead with enough hatred and enough caution.

So, the orcs retreated, waving their hands to the humans, saying that we are still good friends, and asking you to give this and that every year is a complete joke. You don't need to take it to heart. We are leaving, and you don't need to see each other off...

If it is a natural disaster of the undead, humans must not come to add another kick. That would be a blessing.

The orcs retreated to the east bank of Lieyang Lake, and the entire army was ready.

When the predicament of Stormwind City was relieved, in the north of Pandora Plains, thousands of undead wizards chanted in unison, causing the undead canopy to continue to expand. Under the canopy, an endless army of undead swept across the sky.

There was no orderly pace or majestic military posture, but there was the resentment of the dead that could not be erased by time, and the violent and crazy aura. No one dared to doubt what would happen to them once they provoked this undead army.

What an end

Feng Qinglang was riding a snow-white undead war horse, heading towards the legendary Trithia under the ever-extending undead canopy.
Chapter completed!