End of the Magic Era

The least favorite place for Death Sorcerers to go is in the area controlled by the Orcs, where they can only secretly dig up a large number of Orc bones in the Orc's cemetery, which are good materials for transforming the Death Soul.

But unfortunately, the souls of these corpses have returned to the embrace of the earth. Even the most powerful sorcerer of the dead, the converted Orc of the dead, can only be the most ordinary skeleton soldier.

Even the strong among the beasts, the dead spirits whose bones can be transformed into skeletons, are only slightly stronger.

And these most common skeletons, for the Sovereign Master, are the most common cannon ashes, purely consumed in the Sovereign Sea tactics.

And those who converted into ancestral spirits continue to guard the tribe's corpse bones, and the Sovereign Mage dares not move. As long as he converts the corpse bones into skeleton soldiers, it is tantamount to carrying a positioning device anytime, anywhere, waiting for the Orc to hunt him down.

So no matter how big the battle, no matter how many Orcs die, the Orcs never have to worry about what kind of disaster the bones will turn into.

For the first time, all the beasts were stunned when they saw the myriad of dead beasts, and none of the beasts reacted.

The Great Sheikh has a very complex complexity of grief and comfort, seeing that the endless spirit has surrounded them, and the Great Sheikh has taken out the newborn heirloom totem of the blood-tooth tribe.

Totem columns filled with the names of the Ancestors of the Orcs have just appeared, as if they were attracted by anything, and the totem columns shed a soft light, and countless voices rang as if they were souls.

The dense numb text on the totem column seems to have come back to life, constantly rolling and creeping, as if inside the totem column, and a lot of text rolling onto the surface of the totem column.

“Warriors of the Orcs, I, Krom Blood Tooth, come to welcome your souls, may your achievements be remembered by all Orcs, may your souls rest in peace. ”

The Great Sheikh held the legacy of the totem pole and roared aloud.

Then the Great Sheikh started singing the ancient songs of the Orcs, the songs that the Orcs used to commemorate the tribal heroes after the war, with that crude voice.

Cantonal, indomitable, will to fight, will to guard...

A group of Orc Wolf cavalry pulled out their machetes, cut their cheeks, and let the blood flow out. They held the machetes, almost like a howl, and followed the Great Sheikh to shout out the ancient songs of the Orc.

Many people on the human side are ready for battle, and Dilas is ready to take out the shadow cloak that cracked open.

Lin Yunmer looked at all this silently, and looked at the beast with his red eyes howling at the songs, and sighed softly in his heart.

Full of hot blood and as firm and steadfast as the earth, they will never retreat, blood and scars are their medals. Only the most powerful warriors will be respected and feared by the people, and cowards will be rejected by all the beasts.

In the oldest days, the ancient legendary beast waved a broken totem, howling a roar engraved in the souls of all beasts.

Orcs never give in...

Unfortunately, only the oldest of these animals could be so pure that life is irrelevant for the sake of faith and tribe.

In today's Northender world, some animals are even famous for their cunning...

Lin Yun shook his head and looked at the spirits. The fastest spirits had rushed four or five hundred meters away.

All of a sudden, the skeletons of the animals in front of them, waving white bone weapons and making a silent howl, suddenly fell to the ground, in their heads, which seemed to be a very fierce fire of souls, flying out of their orbits, like a pale blue firefly, toward the Great Sheikh's inheritance totem.

And the dead animals who lost the fire of their souls, their bodies were like instantly weathered for millions of years, instantly turned into massive ashes, and those ashes fell to the ground, and quickly disappeared to the ground.

As long as they walk into the Great Sheikh's 1,000-meter diameter range, their soul fires fly out of their bodies and into inherited totems.

Every soul fire does not enter the inherited totem, the inherited totem surface will have a name lit up, then the lit name will roll over with the light of the totem column, not into the inside of the totem column, and there will be more names from the inside of the totem column to the surface of the totem column.

It seemed that those names were greeting their masters, and every name lit up, there would be a hint of murmur.

The team began to move forward slowly, more and more animal spirits appeared, and appeared at a higher level...

Human beings don't speak, and this image looks really shocking, and at this moment, even the most despised beast can't say anything defamatory.

“Merlin, aren't these beasts dead before the beasts? What's the matter now? ”

Anderfa floated to Lin Yun and asked softly.

Lin Yun shook his head.

“They are warriors, not dead spirits. ”

After that, Lin Yun continued to look at the army of the dead.

The souls of these Orcs are repressing the Lord of Wrath, their bodies are transformed into dead spirits, and the connection between the soul and the body cannot be completely broken.

As long as the spirits of the Orcs who oppress the Lord of Wrath are not extinguished, they will never disappear, even if they are killed, their bodies will burn to ashes, and they will still rise beneath the earth and climb back out of it.

The endless breath of death, and the souls of the beasts, and even their unyielding will, are the forces that sustain these dead spirits.

While those souls were still suppressing the Lord of Fire, it was perfectly normal for them, especially the advanced ones, to have some memories of their lifetime, not to come near the tribe of the Orcs, nor to let them see them.

These animal dead spirits certainly don't want to live to know about them, but when those souls come together to form a new inheritance totem, these animal dead spirits are tantamount to losing control, leaving only a pure instinct.

They attack all living creatures, just like normal dead spirits.

Legend has it that the dead are born out of hatred for the living, and they will instinctively attack any living creature, which is instinct, just like a man needs to breathe.

Lin Yun knew long ago that the dead would surely appear, and this time, it is time to rest the souls of the ancient beasts once and for all.

The team is moving very slowly, it is no longer known how many Orcs have died, their bodies have been reintegrated into the earth, and the Soul Fire has been integrated into the inheritance totem.

Slowly, there are fewer and fewer animal souls at the 20th level. At the end of the day, they disappear completely and continue to rush up, at least above the 25th level...

Two hours later, the spirit below level 30 disappeared...

Lin Yun also saw several "acquaintances”. Several of the highest spirits previously killed, all of them resurrected. Behind them, Dark Ancestors, Ghost Beamon, Dead Spirit Shaman, all appeared...

The dark smell of the dark ancestral spirit slowly dissipated, and the smell of death slowly dissipated. By the end, the body had become a light blue light, like a long blue river, rushing from afar into the inheritance totem.

And that ghost Bimont, howling in the sky, seemed to have a little cheer, that huge body jumped up, like a big dog to his master...

His translucent body slowly dissipated, similarly turning into a bright river, all integrated into the inheritance totem...

By the end, all the dead animals had dissipated, and only the last death of the heavenly ranks had shamans.

Shaman's eyes swayed with a slow-burning soul fire that was not as insane as the rest of the Orc's dead spirits, as if it were a pure ordinary dead spirit.

His soul fire was very calm, and his hollow eyes seemed to carry a glimmer of wisdom, and he looked at the distant Great Sheikh's inheritance totem and slowly landed on the ground, walking one step at a time.

The closer he gets, the thicker the intelligent light in his eyes becomes, and by the time he walks to the 300m range of inheritance totems, his soul fire has not yet flown out.

Didala next to him frowned and took out his metal staff, and a flame of orange burned, while the others took out their weapons and were ready to fight.

Lin Yun suddenly appeared next to Didara, reaching out to stop Didara and shaking his head at Didara.

“It's all right, he's on pilgrimage. ”

A hundred meters away, the flashing light of wisdom in the eyes of Death Shaman is like an old wise man.

He knelt down slowly, as if he were an ordinary Orc to pilgrimage, kneeling down to the inheritance of the totem.

The Great Sheikh silently walked down, placing the inheritance totem in front of the Shamans of Death, and then stood beside them with the army of the Orcs, as if to welcome the return of a hero.

Death Shamans slowly walked toward the inheritance totem, and ten meters away, he raised his hands, removed his head and silently placed it in front of the inheritance totem.

Between now, the fire of the soul in his skull did not enter the inheritance totem and disappeared. His body instantly dissipated into ash. The skull did not turn into ash, but was attracted by the inheritance totem, flying to the top of the inheritance totem, as if it were incorporated into the inheritance totem, and grew to the top of the inheritance totem.

A big name flashed out on the inheritance totem, Lexa!

All the other names are wrapped around the name, and the inheritance of the totem suddenly reveals endless luminosity, a circle of halos spreading around.

Between now and then, this black-grey earth filled with death restored life, grass and vegetation grew out of the earth, and all the breath of death dissipated, as if everything was hallucinations.

With the Orc Cavalry, the Great Sheikh respectfully knelt down in front of the inheritance totem before collecting the inheritance totem.

Lin Yun looked at the skull inherited from the totem with admiration in his eyes.

It was a pure warrior, and everything he did, even if it wasn't an Orc, would respect him, and it had nothing to do with strength, purely because of what he did.