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Just when William had to temporarily abandon the plan to attack the queen at night in order to solve the problem of the gate of the dead country, and turned to pay a cordial visit to the remaining four grand dukes overnight, the undead on the other side of the door of the dead country were also the same. I'm worried about the door of the dead country.

After looking around the still somewhat empty hall, looking at the various phantoms on the chairs of different sizes, the old woman sitting in the main seat slammed down the crutches in her hand, and then a half-half the size of a fist bulged in her throat. Transparent swollen blisters, phlegm coughed loudly.

Accompanied by two unpleasant accents in a row, the originally noisy hall suddenly became a lot quieter. About 30 gazes changed their targets, and they all turned towards the main position.

Seeing that all the "people" in the hall were quiet, the rickety old woman nodded with satisfaction, raised her hand to press down the thick blisters on her cheeks, and said in a high and steady voice.

"Everyone here can gather here, presumably they are all people who still love the land of the living, then the old man will no longer talk nonsense, how to break through the gate of the dead country guarded by human beings this time, please discuss as soon as possible. A charter is out."

After hearing the words of the gray-robed old woman, the phantoms in the hall first looked at each other for a while, and then fell into a silent embarrassment.

The land of the living is certainly nostalgic, but to break through the gate of the dead country blocked by the power of the **** of love is not ordinary, and it must be piled up with human lives...or the lives of the dead.

And who is going to go there... There are a lot of arguments here.

In such an inevitable and extremely high-intensity war as breaking into the gate of a dead country, we will not talk about whether the people who come later can successfully break in, but those who come first are definitely cannon fodder. But changing it to nine deaths and one life is no problem at all.

So the situation is already obvious. Whoever dares to speak out at this time means that he has a greater desire for the land of the living, and naturally needs to bear more burdens. Almost 100% will To take the lead in rushing to the formation... or the quest to die, at this time, speaking first is no different from courting death.

Although if no one answered for a long time, everyone would appear to be somewhat cowardly, but among the undead present, the youngest was over 600 years old, and had already passed the age of good face.

After all, everyone has been "living" for so long, except for a very few really crazy people, the momentary embarrassment and the importance of their own lives can still be clearly handled.

As for those real lunatics, they were almost dead when they rushed to the door the first few times, and the few empty chairs in the hall were the guns that dared to charge their heads... the last thing left by the warriors.

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"Humph!"

Seeing that no one raised their heads to answer for a long time, and looked at the vacant seats around them more than they looked at themselves, the old woman in the main seat couldn't help but turn dark, and there was a slight hint of anger in her old voice.

"Tell me! What should we do this time, no one has an idea? Then what are we doing here? Leave as soon as possible!"

Even though the old woman presiding over the meeting had threatened to break up, the phantoms in the hall were still as quiet as chickens, and no one was ready to stand up.

Just kidding, being a cannon fodder is impossible to be a cannon fodder, and it is impossible to be a cannon fodder in this life. Only by picking up bargains behind others can you live like this.

As for the disbanding... Hehe, it's good to listen to this kind of bullshit.

If there is not a strong desire to return to the land of the living, who would be willing to join in this gathering full of intrigue? It would be **** if you could really break up!

And just when all the "people" in the hall were silent, a sinister voice suddenly remembered.

"Heh... all of them don't say a word, they're all afraid of death, don't they dare to take the lead? Then let me come!"

Ahh... is there still a fool? Could it be that... the lunatic who hasn't died in the first few waves? Or maybe another one has gone crazy in the past few hundred years?

In the astonished eyes of everyone in the hall, a blurred phantom sitting on a chair in the front row swayed, and it was obvious that the movement was standing up, but in terms of height, it suddenly shortened for no reason.

"If you don't dare to go in, then let me go in Brisso! But since I'm the one who took the lead, if I can get in in the end, I'll have the biggest piece of the cake!"

"…"

After staring at his chair for a while, all the phantoms in the hall all turned dark, and cast their eyes gloomily like killing undead, making the hall murderous, and the temperature dropped several times. Spend.

fuck! You filthy lich making a fuss!

The reason why those who went first a few times in the past were nine deaths and no life, instead of ten deaths, was because of a few of you!

When someone else's real body is rushing to the door, you hide far away, and you only need to send the undead army under your hand to die. After all, the way the lich fights is to play crowd tactics.

But you big liches have been paddling long distances, and if you die, you can still return to the phylactery. There is no danger at all in the first battle, right? How dare you lick your face and cut the cake here?

Realizing that he might have committed public anger, the halfling lich shrank his neck subconsciously, and instinctively wanted to withdraw.

However, after hearing the old and sinister threatening sound in his ear, he had to bite the bullet and stand on the spot again, posing a posture with his head held high... Although the visual effect is not expected to be good when he is sitting, But anyway, he stood up.

I'm sorry, everyone, I don't want to come out to raise hatred either. The threat of the problem [The Vicious Blister] has been stuffed into my ears and eyes. If I don't stand up and fight the fire at this time, I will definitely have no good juice to eat.

The halfling lich who was threatened by the grey-robed old woman secretly sighed, and then she stretched her legs in secret, and kicked the dwarf lich who was looking at her in astonishment on the right.

It's a pity that because the legs are too short, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is a little short of the distance.

However, although his kick was empty, he succeeded in diverting the attention of a certain [Vicky Vicious Girl], and it was barely able to achieve the desired effect.

Soon, the dwarf lich, whose legs were also unable to reach the ground, shivered a little, and then scalded his buttocks with a scalding iron, jumped off the chair with a squeak, and shouted angrily:

"That's right! I, Mo Zhedi, will take the lead in rushing to the door this time!"

After glaring at the halfling lich who was much shorter than him, the dwarf lich who was 0.77 patted his chest and said impassively:

"Since none of you dare to go, let us come!

There are more than 200 people in the sixth-order lich under Brisseau and I, and there are countless middle- and low-level undead under indirect control, and they will surely successfully break into the land of the living! "

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