"What are you going to do? I think all the ethnic groups here seem to have come from Tianmen. "

The talking necromancer is a golden orc. His name is Bull. He was an orc strategist and a necromancer thousands of years ago!
They are born in spirit, and only when they reach the realm of honour can they look different before their death.
Spitting people’s words is the most obvious feature
Opposite the bull is a fox necromancer.
He turned around with bloody scales and nine tails behind him, turning extraordinarily nimbly.
"The intruder is naturally going to kill you and take care of the sacrifice. I should let the world know the fact that the ruins are owned after waiting for so long."
The necromancer exudes a surge of aura.
Fox nine, a fox family, suffered from most of the dead air erosion because of its special congenital constitution. After its resurrection, it is the only one in the ruins who has the honour of repairing the dead before his death.
"I guess you’ll say that, Xuanye. I’ve arranged for him to pass, and Yu Wanzu has almost met his ancestors."
Bull hey hey smile in the eyes is all bad.
After tens of thousands of years, the venerable ones have long since lost their responsibilities. They have given up their alien prejudices and obeyed Fox Nine.
Smell fox nine evokes lip angle chuckle. I’m very satisfied with the arrangement of bull, but suddenly my eyes smile again. I regret that "if I can make you wait for such a small thing as reshaping your body and repairing it, how can it be difficult to wait for you?"
In that year, the number of honorable persons fell in that battle.
Fox nine and bull, Xuanye, etc. all have this array.
It is painful for many necromancers to rebuild their bodies and then take the road of practice.
The bull’s eye flashed a trace of pain. He raised his lip angle and smiled indifferently. "Rebuilding your body is a fate. It’s lucky that I can live again. You don’t have to read it every day."
"Having said that, I think nothing is impossible. I have a hunch that a great opportunity will come soon."
The fox clan has no prophecy, but their six senses, especially Kyubi no Youko Linghu, have a very sensitive anticipation of major events when they practice to the sacred realm.
"Ha ha, I hope so. I’d like to know what kind of expression these invaders will have when they see that the venerable one became an enemy tens of thousands of years ago."
Bull eyes flashed a relief and then change the subject.
Fox nine nai smiled, palm spirit force surged, and a series of pictures emerged from the surging of fox nine spirit force.
This ruin has regarded Fox Nine as the bearer of this plane.
Order rules can be turned over by just one thought.
So lucky, even a bull with the same rank is very envious.
……
"Do you know me, junior?"
Xuanye looked at Xuanluo from afar, and the ethereal meaning still made Xuanluo feel pressure.
Although the same venerable person is dead, the metaphysical implementation power can play half the level.
Xuanye has been famous for a long time and appeared in ruins, and his skin scales are like armor.
Think a little bit about why Xuanye can’t help but have some scalp pins and needles.
Is it true that all fallen venerable persons were reborn in this alternative way?
"Wolf clan junior Xuanluo met Xuanye, the bodhi old zu Xuanluo had the honor to meet the bodhi old zu when he was young."
Xuanluo crustily skin of head to salute Xuanye is a sign of weakness.
Xuanye and others are likely to make such moves.
Ruins to his strength root method normal play.
If possible, Xuanluo really doesn’t want to go to war with the bodhi old zu who became famous tens of thousands of years ago.
"So that’s it. You can go. This group of young players must stay."
With rich combat experience and dead particularity, it is only a matter of time before Xuanye wants to stay in Xuanluo.
Xuanye’s temper has changed a lot in tens of thousands of years, and his willingness to let Xuanluo go is already the biggest concession.
But how could Xuan Luo leave here? He came here to save Tianjiao.
Let him give up tianjiao and escape. Xuan Luo can’t do it and won’t do it.
He can see that Xuanye has not been repaired!
"What if I say no?"
Looking down at the fall of Tianjiao, Xuanluo stared at Xuanye with dribbling eyes.
Sighed XuanYe indifferently, "Then stay with these tianjiao."
Trapped in the ruins for many years, Xuanye has long been indifferent to the concept of ethnic groups, and it is not easy for him to let Xuanluo leave with his heart.