" What did you say?!"
In the Holy Antelope Territory, in the City Lord's Mansion, Franklin suddenly slammed the table and stood up. His expression changed drastically.
The messenger shrunk his neck and stammered,""According to…according to the scouts, not long ago, when Lord Black Crocodile was about to send his troops over, he was suddenly attacked and died!”
"F * ck!"
Fraven cursed.
He, who had always been expressionless and good at pretending, finally failed and could not hold back.
He had never expected that his most important ally would die halfway when the alliance had just been formed.
And he died under the protection of hundreds of thousands of soldiers?
Just how strong was the enemy to be able to do this?
He felt terrified.
The enemy was so terrifying, was there really a chance of winning?
Flan swallowed and clenched his fists. Veins popped out on his forehead and arms, making him look ferocious.
He was unwilling, truly unwilling.
He had been working hard for more than ten years. He saw that opportunities had come to him time and time again. He was about to dominate the Stormwind Plains. How could it end here?
" Damn it, damn it, damn it!!"
Francois slammed the table in anger.
The sturdy table was completely shattered under his continuous bombardment of fists, and wood shavings flew everywhere.
However, he did not stop because of this.
If the table broke, he would smash the stool. If the stool broke, he would smash the cabinet.
He would smash anything that was intact to vent his anger and unwillingness.
The messenger had already fled in panic, afraid that he would be smashed by Franwen like the other damaged things.
After a long while, the room was in a mess.
Francois panted heavily. He had vented most of his anger and finally calmed down.
Since he had no chance of winning, he would seize the opportunity to escape.
What ten years of hard work and foundation, it was all bullshit!
If he lost his life, he would have nothing!
As long as there was life, there would be hope.
Frauven had thought it through. He had been forced to.
After all, the three territories had been destroyed in two days. He would be next.
If he didn't leave, he would never have the chance to leave again!
With this in mind, Franwen searched everywhere, trying to take everything he could with him so that he could make a comeback in the future.
At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from outside.
Fraven frowned. He was already upset, but now he was a little angry.
So he shouted at the window,"Whoever makes any more noise will be dragged out and beheaded!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, Francois continued to pack his things, but the commotion outside the window did not stop. Instead, it seemed to be getting worse.
Fran softened his tone.
He was so angry that he pulled out his silver sword. Just as he was about to jump out of the window, he suddenly heard a terrified shout coming from the corridor.
"My lord! Not good! Not good! Something big has happened!"
The messenger hurried over with an anxious and terrified expression.
Because he was too anxious, he fell down twice in a row, but he ignored the pain and crawled straight towards Frauen.
Seeing this, Flan's heart skipped a beat.
The enemy was here?
"The territory is in chaos!" The messenger turned from shouting to wailing.
"Finished?" Devastation surged in Frauven's heart.
The Black Crocodile Lord had died under the protection of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
How could he, Franklin, protect himself?
"My lord, run!" The messenger wailed.
"Escape? How can we escape?" Fraven slowly put down his silver sword. He seemed to have thought it through and decided not to struggle anymore. This way, he might be able to die with dignity.
"There's still a chance to escape now!" The messenger placed all his hopes on Francois." The territory…the people in the territory have all become skeletons!”
Upon hearing this, Flan's expression changed.
" What…did you say?!"
"My lord, please look out the window…"
Fraven hurriedly stood up and looked out the window.
However, he saw that the territory was covered by a shadow.
Below them was a group of skeletons in armor. Their eyes were burning with blue flames. They raised their sabers and let out the sound of bones colliding.
It was probably their laughter.
A silver-armored soldier hurriedly fled, but he was surrounded by a swarm of skeleton soldiers.
After being slashed by the saber, he began to scream and wail, as if he was being eaten by thousands of ants, scratching his body continuously.
Immediately after, the flesh on his body began to rot!
In just a few breaths, he had also turned into a skeleton soldier. Blue flames burned in his empty eyes.
Seeing this scene, a chill ran up to the top of his head.
"Is this the enemy's sneak attack?"”
But then, he seemed to have thought of something and shook his head. The fear on his face became even more intense.
No!
This was definitely not done by the enemies who had destroyed the other three territories!
The blue flames burning in the eyes of these skeleton soldiers gave him a very familiar feeling.
Could it be…
"He's up! My lord! They're attacking!" The messenger wailed.
Franklin turned his head and saw a large number of Skeleton Soldiers pouring into the corridor.
"Ka, ka, ka" The strange laughter echoed.
Among them, there was a skeleton in black armor that was extremely eye-catching. It was not like the other skeleton soldiers, whose entire body was white.
Its entire body was red, as if it had been soaked in blood.
And the flames burning in its eyes were also as red as blood!
"It's that thing!" Fraven finally remembered, and his face twisted in despair.
He had thought that this thing was lifeless.
Who would have thought that it would actually chase all the way from that tomb!
"Ka, ka, ka!"
The red skeleton saw Frauven.
It was smiling, smiling happily.
It was as if he had found a long-lost treasure.
Flenwen's hair stood on end. He picked up the silver sword again and stepped on the window, trying to escape.
However, the red skeleton was faster than him!
Like a bolt of red lightning, it caught up to Francois in the blink of an eye.
The slender and sharp bone claws reached for the back of Frauven's heart.
The sturdy silver armor was like thin paper, easily torn apart.
The claw easily pierced into the back of Frauven's heart.
Then, he whipped!
A heart that was still beating weakly was pulled out!
"Plop!"
Flan's eyes were empty as he fell backward, dead on the spot.
The messenger's face was pale as he watched this scene. He was so frightened that he was drowned by the skeleton soldiers before he could even scream.
The red skeleton threw the heart on the ground and started searching for it on Frances 'body.
After a long time, it finally took out a scarlet pearl that was emitting a faint pink glow. It was an unusually beautiful crystal pearl.
"Ka, ka, ka!"
The red skeleton held the pearl in his hands and couldn't put it down. He smiled happily again.
Then, it thought for a moment, swallowed the bead, and hopped away.
He hopped away…
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