"We all heard that the rat was a curse on the whole Nehkara, in the name of their god, the Bighorn Rat."

Wasoren raised his shriveled hands and showed his face as different from the monster in front of the weak women and the priests who had just given birth.

The claws drew a rune above the head of the newly born little orc. The subtle fluctuations of magical energy in the magical vision failed to escape his eyes.

In that place where there is no common sense in time and space, there is something else besides the huge long-horned rat shadow.

The corrosion that was originally controlled by the abdomen also began to become active, and the seven eyes began to look around under the robe.

Countless possibilities of the future flooded into Wasoren's mind, making his already cold brain hot again.

Covering his head that would not hurt, Wasoren said with difficulty.

"That's probably a Chaos God. The current situation may be related to the erosion of chaos. If that's the case, we have a chance. The premise is that we have to eradicate the corruption of Lemia."

Among the countless possibilities just now, he defected to the usurper, Nagas, and studied magic knowledge in depth under his hands.

Decades of magical practice memory seem to have always existed in the world and are imprinted into the depths of his soul.

After calming down the complicated memories, many years of memories superimposed together, Wassoren's gray and dilapidated eyes looked deep.

With the knowledge learned by Nagash's subordinates, he easily strengthened the seal again. The advancement in soul magic made him feel the movement outside the temple.

Although he could not laugh, Wasoren still wanted to laugh.

I don’t know if the corrupt master is stumbled on himself.

"My bloodborne has arrived and will soon be ready to cut off the source of the curse."

Stripping away the complicated thoughts in his mind, Wasoren raised his paws and approached Nephretadao, who was still trying to use his charming ability to detect the beastman babies.

"You have to continue dealing with the remaining corrupt towns."

"And here, the beastmen have to deal with it. The blood and soul of the beastmen are all useful to us."

When he talked about it, he suddenly remembered that Nevreta's blood descendants and the maids all died in the last rat invasion.

So, the gray eyes were staring at Akadiza beside Nevreta.

The king's dark and shiny face was staring at the beastman baby piled up on the ground with anger. When he heard the words of Big Vizier, his angry black eyes looked at Wasoren.

"You mean, kill these... these..."

"These corrupted monsters, your majesty."

Warsoren reminded.

"Anyway, they can't survive as humans anymore."

As soon as the words were said, the king did not respond yet. A woman who looked weak inside the temple struggled to get up.

"No! You monster! Don't kill my child!"

As she said that, she rushed towards the Orcs.

"shut up!"

Wasoren grabbed the wooden stick beside him and threw it in that direction, and the woman was knocked to the ground with a stick.

"I am the Great Vizier of Lemia! Civilians dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

As he said that, the broken eyes looked at the women around him with fear, even the priests and acolytes.

"Assav's divine power has been used to awaken Ushabit and cannot be used in a short period of time. The speed of these blasphemous evils spreading and corruption will turn this city into a ghost."

"If you still want others not to suffer this kind of sin, let me eradicate the corruption."

The anger in the eyes of a woman who looked relatively luxuriously dressed and stared straight at Wasollen.

"What kind of monster are you?! How could Lemiya have a great Vizier like you!"

"Functional Sect."

Wasoren blurted out without thinking.

Although this is a lie, the appearance of those guys from the funeral sect is really no different from him, they are all things that are no different from dead bodies.

Sure enough, the woman stopped talking, with resentful eyes, leaned to one side and stopped talking.

This is of course. In addition to theological significance, the funeral sect has always helped the royal families in various countries to explore the affairs of immortality and resurrection after the death.

The funeral sect itself represents royal power to a certain extent. Even if Vosoren has long lost his fame in the secular world other than apprentices, there will never be any rules to dare to take advantage of the issue.

Suddenly, Wassoren's head turned toward the gate and made a crackling sound.

Slightly straightening his bones that might be misaligned, Wasoren covered his eyes with magical energy, and some strange aura of life was outside the temple.

Unlike Vizier's vigilance, Akadiza immediately raised a smile when she saw the creatures that gradually walked up to him. These creatures were the spirit lizards that they brought with them.

"I think you need help."

The spirit lizard guide who once brought Akadi to pass by was dismantled from his companion on the side, and a weapon emitting warm heat was held in his claws and handed it to Akadiza's hands.

"This is a gift to you, which can help you overcome all evil spirits."

The tone of the spirit lizard was filled with warmth that seemed to be as warm as a weapon.

Arkadiza carefully took the weapon, and his palm immediately began to get hot.

This is a weapon that looks quite primitive, like an ancient Stone Age technology, with blades embedded around to form an ancient stone knife-like weapon.

Although Arcadiza had never seen a Stone Age weapon, it can still see the historical weight of this weapon design.

Wasoren widened his broken gray eyes and moved closer.

Not long after arriving at the temple, the vampires who were still wearing black robe immediately surrounded Vosoren.

They were all surprised to find something, there was no detailed runes on the weapon.

After stroking the whole body, it seemed like a stone, or a golden sword body made of metal and dozens of blades that emitted orange glow. Wasoren's claws were covered with scars.

The injury in his hand will not weaken the undead's desire for knowledge without pain. Wasoren and his apprentices are amazed by the weapons brought by the lizardman.

Seeing that Arcadidza and Nevreta didn't understand at all, Wasoran shook his head and explained.

"If we were to enchant weapons, we would have to pile up a lot of runes, but this kind of weapon was different."

As he said that, Wasoren exclaimed again and stroked his fingers on the sword body. Although the golden sword body looked quite rough, there was indeed no rune.

Even if you use magic sight to enlarge, you can't find any one.

At the same time, the power that was nearly sunny was squeezing the power obtained from the blood he absorbed in his blood at an astonishing speed, which was almost the same as the sun.

"There is no runes on the sword body, just like the power of the sun is integrated into the weapon itself, and the effect is far stronger than our enchanted weapons. How did this be done?"

As he said that, Wasoren looked at the big lizards who kept sticking out their tongues.

"I have only heard of this craft deep in the realm of the Northern Barbarians, a race called the Lord of the Mountains has mastered it."

"The latest record is on papyrus from three hundred years ago. If I hadn't read so many books for enchanting techniques, I wouldn't even know."

"What the hell are you? Why can you master such advanced technology?"

He secretly threatened the soul, but the lizards seemed not afraid at all, flipped their wrinkles and a large number of protruding eyelids and said coldly.

"It has nothing to do with you, the dead blood seed. This is a weapon given to the live hot blood seed."

Under the eyes of the lizardmen, the vampires slowly retreated and no longer surrounded Akadiza.

One of the apprentices still stared at the blade sword unwillingly.

"I feel that the chances of casting spells around such weapons will decrease. This power must be without the weapons of the Lord of the Mountains."

Nevreta stood next to Akadiza, and the red spike on his chin pointed directly at the lizardman's chest.

"The Living Dead also has a place in this world."

The spirit lizard tilted its head, thought for a while, and then said.

"The big plan, there is a place for the passionate blood species on the big plan. Whether the passionate blood species is still alive is a place for the passionate blood species? I have to ask Shi Lan."

After being silent for a while, the Spirit Lizard seemed to think about whether he should answer the previous question of the living dead blood species, and then talked to Wassolon.

"As for the craftsmanship of the weapons, I am not responsible for it. There are craftsmen in the legion that will be available outside the city for a while."

Lizardman Legion?

So fast?

The black round pupils looked at each other and thought of the beasts that Akadiza had been looking at for a long time, such as Tyrannosaurus, Triceratops, Pterodactylsaurus and so on.

As he said that, he pulled the lizards and continued to communicate several rounds of exchanges about the issue of the lizardmen army that was about to arrive outside the city.

But things are always a little unhappy tonight.

Before Nephreta could even replace the foul armor on his body, the messenger brought new bad news.

“Cortilizers have also appeared elsewhere.”

Hearing the commander to go down and rest, Nephreta threw the removed armor into the Vosoren apprentices just ready to destroy the corrupt high-temperature fire.

He even reached in with his hands.

"I just knew."
To be continued...