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The Dust of History _ Zhiqiu _ txt Novel Paradise

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"Yes." Asa put the ring back on his finger. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's go." Early in the morning, with a loud noise. The residents of the royal capital saw a huge blue light and curtain flashing in the magic Academy. Soon after, with the disappearance of the light curtain, all the noise and breath in the magic Academy disappeared. w w w.x iaoshu otx t.c o m Chapter 19 decisive battle (I). t/xt. Small /Say.. Sky + Hall a dim first ball rose high above the horizon. Were it not for the fact that there was nothing else in the sky, no one would believe that the ball of light, like a candle that went out at once, was the sun that used to blind people here just by looking at it. Very cold, the desert without the sun is not much warmer than the ice field, and this cold is dry cold, cold without any moisture to speak of, as cold as death. The dead gray sky was like a huge pot cover on it, without a trace of clouds,Wall Penstocks, let alone birds, only the sun like a ghost fire hanging dead on it. The Dragon Desert, which used to be like a hot hell, is now like a huge graveyard. Even though tens of thousands of the most elite troops on the continent stood here, the air was still silent and cold. Not only based on the magic map to detect and judge,fine bubble diffuser, there are constantly scouts reconnaissance are watching the king of the dead and the undead army movement, the front line of the dispatch is still meticulous. As planned, all the troops that could arrive had arrived, and they were all here waiting quietly for the coming common enemy. Tens of thousands of troops did not make any sound, only occasionally the sound of life this sonorous and forceful sounded in all directions, the atmosphere here and the tremendous pressure so that they can not even speak. Two vast blue interdimensional gates flickered, and a steady stream of orc troops and warrior magicians were filing out. This is the last and most elite group of soldiers. Walking behind the troops were Colonel Roland and Lancelot. And the two tower owners, Adelide and Glendon. It was two people who finally stepped out of the door of the other dimension. Gru and Asa. Gru was still half-naked and had no protective equipment. He doesn't seem to need these things in the water. But now he had the long black bow in his hand. Completely different from when it was in the hands of the Elf Patrol, the Phantom Bow was no longer plain black, rapid sand filters ,Mechanical fine screen, with a faint layer of light flowing on it. In the light of the wave, the complicated and obscure symbols of the universe are rising and disappearing. What a big battle. Behind the door of the other dimension slowly closed, Asa looked at the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, sighed. It's full of people at a glance. And these are not ordinary people. They are all the most outstanding soldiers. It's just that the purpose of these soldiers here is to escort him desperately. Looking back, they saw a vast black mountain range behind them. This is what he has heard countless times. The shadow-whirling mountain range that I haven't seen until now. The Valley of Diya, the Necromancy, and the Dark Star are just beyond these boundless mountains. The thick black breath was spreading out from that direction, where it was so dark that it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye where the sky was and where the mountains were. The mountain range is like a huge tombstone. Not just his monument, but everyone's tombstone. The first time I came to this place where I had been entangled with him for so long, Asa's hand clenched tightly on the knife at his waist. It was his own knife, with the exhausted ring of the king in his hand. The knife had been seized as early as when it was arrested at the Shining Castle. He asked Lancelot to send someone to the ruins of the Shining Castle to find it. I don't know whether it was infected by the breath of the king of the dead or washed away by the great light of the archangel, but the magic that had been attached to it had disappeared, and the knife had been restored to an ordinary weapon, which was made by his father's own collection. A magic weapon chosen at random in the church and the Academy of Magic is definitely more powerful than this knife, but Asa still carries this knife. What he wants is not a weapon. It's what it feels like to hold this knife.
As it was now, the simple and familiar touch in his hand could give him a little more peace. Asa is wearing the robe of the ghost king. Seemingly influenced by the waves coming from the depths of the shadow mountains, the magic robe seemed to come to life, echoing the breath of his body and breathing with the breath of the depths of the mountains. The air congealed as if it were dead. The robe was constantly shaking slightly. That guy is more than sixty miles away from here. Asa closed his eyes and said. Connect with the feeling from the robe of the ghost king. He could feel the great wave that was coming here. No, it's only twenty miles. Lancelot, not far away, said that a red flag was waving in a certain way in the distance, which was the news from the front scouts. Twenty miles? Asa's feelings were clear, but he also knew that Lancelot's men could not make such a mistake. All you feel is the guy at the core. Gru said lightly. That is to say, the army of the undead has a radius of about forty miles. Adelide's voice sounded a little cold. Lancelot said, "It was only twenty miles from the report of the day before." "The closer we get to here, the stronger the effect of the Dark Star." Asa said. On his back, in the larger and darker places deep in the shadow mountains, stronger sensations were roaring and churning to rush out and submerge and crush everything. Probably before our army was assembled, all the undead in the shadow mountains had taken the initiative to approach him. Needless to say, if he can really pull up the Dark Star, as long as he can enter the Valley of Diya,Rotating sludge scraper, I'm afraid no one can stop him. "Forty miles." Colonel Roland sighed softly. It's the same how many miles, just kill and attack. Gru said lightly. That's a good point. Lancelot nodded, then took a deep breath and roared out in a tumbling voice. All hands on deck! Battle begins. Set out 。 khnwatertreatment.com