The rain of pattering fell, and after dozens of minutes, it turned into heavy rain. This is the weather that both offensive and defensive sides are not willing to encounter, but in general, the undead still has an advantage.

For the siege party, the reinforcements that may arrive will come later, and the soldiers who attack the city will also be affected by the heavy rain, but the impact is actually small.

For the defending city, it is undoubtedly a more disgusting weather. With such a big rain, if the ordinary siege party has already taken a break for a while, after all, the weather is still very cold, if it is raining, then it will be intense. The activity was sweating and it was a bit cold. Even a strong man who is a good old man can't afford it. It is entirely possible to have a frail life.

Even if it is only the cold and lack of vision in the heavy rain, the discomfort caused by the human face will seriously affect the morale of the human side.

The most basic common sense of battlefield commanders is that they must march or fight in the cold and heavy rain. Otherwise, not only will the combat power be severely discounted, but the post-war treatment will become very troublesome and the overall combat power will be Greatly reduced.

The dead souls who are dead are much better than the ones who are constrained by the environment.

The undead can not get sick. Although they will hate the heavy rain that wets their own blade and affect their vision, the action will be slowed down. It is impossible to find the eyeballs and teeth that have been washed away in the ditch on the ground. But it won't be unable to fight because of heavy rain.

"Damn, how long will it rain?"

I am not bothered by the fact that the war will be trapped. For me, as long as the final result is acceptable, the process is not important.

The strength of me and my men is limited, and it is not intended to be an all-inclusive nanny. Since those contractors have the consciousness of paying for the harvest. Naturally, there must be an awareness of war and death. I have no intention of interfering with anything... but in fact, it is impossible to interfere. After all, there are countless battlefields in the world, and the future war will gradually escalate. Even after a certain period of time, even the gods can wholesale, if every point Take care of it, there is no way to be exhausted.

Since we hope that this group of "planets" and "alternative brave" can grow up quickly, instead of intervening too much, the real strong must be caught in life and death. Unless it is the end of the inevitable, I am not going to intervene in this war.

And the reason why they come, is because of their entrustment by Samantha, and the reason why they will start to reduce the strength of the undead, just want to do an experiment...

"Roland, do you know that men are arrogant and hard to see..."

The spit of the dead cat was treated as a whisper, and I wouldn’t have the chicken to take the initiative to be the nanny of the hairy boy. Now I am bothered, but the heavy rain interrupted my experimental plan. It makes me feel bad.

"... Is there a way to disperse the rain?"

"No, I am not a big druid. They are good at controlling the weather. Do you have a Hawk of the Storm? Let him try."

Although it is the expected answer, it is still very disappointing.

As long as there is preparation, the Master is indeed omnipotent, but only if there is sufficient preparation, at least I know that the Masters of the Cloud Tower have the ability to control the weather around the city, but must assist the facilities and the help of the Master Tower. Weather-related super-range spells are also a big category of cursing, but at least half-god mage and enough singing time.

However, Herois is still only a golden master (the magic can not surpass the master), even if there is any means, no foundation strength can not be made, but it is rare to catch her pain, I will not miss her of.

"Cut, it's useless. You said the Eagle of the Storm? Let's not mention that he has already gone to the country of Bayer. Even if he is there, there is no way for a legendary Druid to take this situation."

"Oh, it’s not that you have no use to drag me down. Then let ‘war’ start in advance.”

"Isn't that a premature baby? I also expect it to get enough soul nutrition in the war, veto!"

"...you should also have the means to change the weather."

"Yes, it is okay to turn the storm into a blizzard. I can't say that the spring goose and snow can make headlines, but what should I do next? See who is frozen first? I think that among all species, don't eat or drink. The painful undead will definitely win in the survival competition."

Well, one person, one cat, and one big eye, have already been identified. It seems that there is no means to reverse the situation.

"boom!"

Suddenly a violent thunder sounded, but the strange thing was that the origin was on the ground, and a thunderstorm shot from the ground to the sky penetrated the dark clouds.

"boom!"

After the continuous blast, the thunder was overflowing and the lightning thundered, but then, after the vibration of the distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and everything was calm.

This is obviously an unnatural result, but...

"It’s strange, isn’t it the camp of the undead? Is there a dead soul that has driven the dark clouds? They are looking for a dead end.”

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Although it is the general headquarters of the undead army, it is still only some temporary low-level pagodas. In the chaotic camp, there is a two-story white small house that is particularly attractive. With flowers and plants, there are servants who are serving.

Inns patiently sorted the flowers, and when Harriet still kept the position of throwing a spear, it seemed to be eager to try again, but the real master here came in.

"Two adults! You are this..."

Although the intention to keep the tone calm, but the old face of the ghoul entangled together, at this moment, he was really angry to the extreme.

It’s no wonder how he got angry. The bad cards in his hand, he finally encountered a godsend opportunity, but he was directly destroyed by his own people. Even if the saints would break the ring, it’s certainly not The undead majesty of a good man.

But the hand that was pulled out was halfway, but it wasn’t that he didn’t want to get angry, but he couldn’t get a fire. It’s a fundamental problem to beat and not dare to offend.

Both Titans are just incarnations of will, similar to the incarnation of the gods, the power that can be exerted is limited, but the weakest is also the world bottleneck. Don't talk about Dawei Dajun. For the undead emperor, there is no grasp of victory. If the tide of elements rises and the bottleneck is raised again, how strong the Titans will be and how much they can do in the main plane, except for the old guys in ancient times, who can't say clearly.

For the victory of this war, in order to get the trust and favor of the undead emperors, he bet on everything. These days, at no cost, they greeted the two final "trump cards."

Are you tired? OK, we use the sedan chair to lift, the smell of the undead is unpleasant? We grab a few humans to carry. what? Don't be dirty men? Ok, let's catch a young woman.

Is the house dirty? Well, alchemists and mages are dispatched, death knights are coolies, high-level earth-specialized lichs are used as masons, and centuries old artists are chief designers, with warm rural style and modern minimalist art style. It is simply a perfect piece of art, with the addition of a bungalow. There is also a centuries-old butler of a royal family, a squad of the banshee servant (the possession of the elf), a violinist (the lord of the undead, the master of the art), and a gardener.

Is it too noisy around? OK, we will let the army go, give you two spaces to open, and specially built a ring of soundproof walls.

Also said that lack of anger? Well, the undead army was thrown out of the nest, and finally caught a few beasts (only a silver lion, became a pet of Harlett), and also planted flowers and plants around the house, doing greening and cleaning... Does the living person talk about the evil souls that change color? This is where the ace servant comes!

"Where is this foreign aid to help, it is simply asking for two."

But at this point, Davy knows that even if he can only endure it, he has no retreat, and behind it is the abyss.

"You, you... what do you mean by the two adults? Isn’t Davy not taking care of it? Is the two adults dissatisfied?"

He tried to suppress the anger of his heart and eventually turned into a calmer inquiry. When he reached the last few words, he still couldn't hold his tune. The inquiry became a question, and his dissatisfaction was beyond words.

"flower."

"flower?"

"It really is a stupid undead, the meaning of Big Brother, the rain covers the sun, and the flowers can't be opened."

"##¥......&."

If you must use language to describe Dawei's mood at the moment, you can only use this string of garbled. At that moment, the inexplicable grievances are gathered in the eyes, and an undead monarch is so mixed that it is too miserable. If he still has a lacrimal gland, he will definitely cry out.

He has already vaguely seen his future. Perhaps he will still be able to stay in the annals of history, but he is not the identity of the Esso heirs and wise men he dreamed of, but the stupidity of the most stupid undead monarch. Born from a low-level demon, I struggled for thousands of years, and in the end, I only got this ending.

Harlett walked over with a smile and patted the shoulders of the old demon.

"We are also annoying outside, when it is time to leave, right, this house is left, looking for two dragons to drag, maybe it will be used next time..."

At this moment, all the five senses of the old demon are distorted. He has never hated a person so much. He is roaring and swearing in his heart, but hesitating. Is it necessary to hold the thigh and ask each other to stay, this is the last Help the straw!

Finally, it seems that playing with each other is too embarrassing, even the Inns can not stand.

"...isn't it just a few small things? Before we leave, we will level the city."

"Ins brother is a soft heart, oh, despicable undead. If you still dare to cover the children of the earth next time, let us be your thugs, perhaps before destroying you and your army, we will let you try what you call first. The wrath of the Titans makes you mourn for thousands of years in hell."

The whispered remarks turned into a thunder roar, and in a ray of lightning, the Thunder giant returned to the world, and the thundering eyes were already eyeing the oak city not far away.

"Little things, come and play with me."

At this time, the demon lord has already spread to the ground, and the change of great sorrow to great joy is that he can not afford it. At this time, he is lying on the ground like a similar ghoul. The wise image accumulated over the years has been destroyed.

The big man also has great wisdom, and the Titan than the lowest tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the old undead can only be regarded as amateur players, he knows that from the beginning to the end of the two Titans are teasing him, all his heart has probably been It was a joke, and the so-called undead closest to Esso was probably just a joke.

But seeing the super giant who arrived directly at Tianzhu, in his mind, it was basically an invincible absolute combat power, and he was relieved a little.

"At least, you can destroy the oak town and be able to make a difference to the undead emperor." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!