Not long ago...

Outside Northon Palace, Northman the Great, Cameron, Joan of Arc, Stanley, and a group of guards stood in a circle and watched a man with bamboo dragonflies on his head and just landed from the sky.

Just imagine, a few dozen minutes ago, a super strong man who swung his sword to split the earth and broke through the sky, and chased Zhao Qiankun and flew into the sky, not long after, he fell down with a small propeller. Not only was his mouth crooked and his eyes were slanted and his mind was unconscious, but he even lost his holy sword in his hand... Not only was the holy sword, but his right hand was gone!

Everyone who saw this scene had imagined such a picture...

Zhao Qiankun grabbed Haierluo's wrist holding the holy sword: "Spread it for me!"

Haierluo looked stubborn: "I don't!"

"Can't scatter!"

"I won't!"

"Then I'm not polite!"

Then with a tear, Zhao Qiankun twisted Haierluo's wrist and directly took away the holy sword!

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Thinking of this scene, Emperor Northman couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said to Joan of Arc: "I didn't expect that your friend is not only a fortune teller, but also a powerful warrior..."

Joan of Arc was also a little confused. In her impression, Zhao Qiankun should be just a super powerful wood magician... But before, whether it was punching Gaoqiao or flying into the sky and shooting down Haierluo, it was not explained by simple wood magic... How many secrets did this guy hide...

"Is it even defeated the full body of the Holy Sword? Hahaha, Zhao Qiankun, you are really amazing! A true perfect creature!" Outside the crowd, there was an excited laughter. It was Takahashi who had been tied up strongly. In order to suppress this strange monster with infinite power and could regenerate infinitely, Emperor Northman took out an iron chain made of pure gold, twisted his joints, tied him up in a big way, and there was no possibility of breaking free!

Everyone was no longer surprised by the madman's remarks and was too lazy to pay attention to him. Emperor Northman ordered people to find another iron chain and lock Haierroe first.

During the process, Haierluo even woke up, and everyone immediately asked him about Zhao Qiankun's whereabouts. However, when Haierluo was in a daze in the sky, he couldn't remember clearly. He could only be sure that he was indeed defeated and lost a lot... Although he was unwilling to admit it, he did not lie.

When everyone learned that Zhao Qiankun was fine, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lock Haierluo up. Poor this brave man who once held a holy sword and looked down on the mainland, he is now seriously injured, unarmed, and unable to resist so many masters!

At this moment, the heavy horse hooves suddenly came from the sound of Northma's heavy horse hooves. A commander came to the emperor's horse. The fox's tail on his helmet was shaking in the wind, looking anxious.

"Report to Your Majesty!" The messenger came to the gate of the palace and stopped, flew down, and knelt down: "A large number of undead troops appeared in the southwest of the city. It is roughly estimated that...the number is more than one million!"

"What?"

Everyone was shocked. How could the undead army appear near the capital of the Northon Empire? And there are millions... This number is gathered in all the troops of all territories across Northon, and it is less than half of this number...

"A million undead army, in the record, there has never been a mobilization of so many troops in the battle of the fall of the god of death! Could it be that god of death who came in person?" Joan of Arc frowned and looked at the Great Emperor Northman: "This scale can appear quietly. Your Majesty, you are too relaxed in your defense around your king capital, right?"

"The Immortal Army has always been elusive!" Northman shook his head: "This was the case when the Death God Falled back then. These Immortal Army were tired and had no emotions. No matter what orders they received, they would only execute them faithfully! They did not need to rest, they could move forward day and night, and they did not care about the rugged roads, and they would not collapse in the formation of crossing mountains and ridges. They could always use the corpses they encountered along the way to replenish the source of troops... In terms of movement and endurance, the undead people far surpassed the human army! Often, the army had already arrived before the report of their whereabouts came!"

"This is why, the Necromancer Guild back then became a major concern for the six kingdoms!"

"Then, what should we do now?" Stanley was also a little panicked, but in front of Joan of Arc, he could only pretend to be calm and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword around his waist.

"The only way is to let me go!"

A slightly weak voice came, and everyone turned their heads and found that it was the brave man Haierluo who was tied up!

"You?" Stanley snorted coldly, "You have no holy sword, what else do you want to do?"

"Then give me the sword back!" Haierluo snorted coldly: "This immortal army was brought by the god of death. If you return the holy sword to me, I can negotiate with him and threaten him to withdraw his troops!"

Joan of Arc glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Since you can threaten him to withdraw, why don't we ask for help to defeat your Zhao Qiankun?"

Hearing Zhao Qiankun's name, Haierluo's face changed suddenly. Although he was a little confused just now, he at least remembered that he was defeated by Zhao Qiankun. When it comes to this disgraceful record, the arrogant Haierluo is certainly unhappy.

"I did lose!" Haierro gritted his teeth and admitted: "But I am better at dealing with the God of Death! That guy is a mythical monster that is more terrifying than Saras. I have been careful when dealing with him... Besides, he knows me and knows the power of my Holy Sword, and there is still something to talk about! If it weren't for Zhao Qiankun, no matter how powerful he is, he would have to fight before he knew! The two myths fought in Fenglin City, plus millions of undead monsters, do you think this city can still be preserved?"

"This..." I have to admit that Heerro said something really makes sense. Joan of Arc and others knew that he had ulterior motives. The owner of Feng Lincheng, the Northman, really got his mind...

Seeing that there was a way to his proposal, Haierluo continued: "Besides, since you believe that Zhao Qiankun is stronger than me, are you still afraid that I will take the Holy Sword back? Wouldn't it be enough to let him come and take it away again?"

"You don't need to talk nonsense!" Stanley stared at her eyes and said, "Just just do this, Zhao Qiankun said he would deal with you!"

"But..." Emperor Northman frowned and said, "Even if you can do it, there is no holy sword to give you! Zhao Qiankun, he hasn't come back yet!"

"He hasn't come back yet?" Haierluo was stunned. The memory in the sky was very blurry, but in his impression, he didn't seem to hurt the man surnamed Zhao, why did he wake up by himself and he hasn't come back yet?
Chapter completed!