Looking at Lowett, who was less than ten centimeters ahead, was really less than ten centimeters away, Clow's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But there is no sound.

The next second, his pupils diverged and his head drooped heavily.

Hurry...

The sea water slapped tirelessly on the beach, soaking the yellow sand, bringing coolness and removing a hint of scarlet.

Blood flowed from the abdomen and dripped along the legs of the pants. Crow stood on the beach, and there was no sound.

".........Another seven years later, I came from Yangzhou and went to my uncle's house to ask, saying, "I am gone."

call……

He breathed a long sigh, and the blush in his eyes slowly spread. Lowett was soaked in cold sweat, his eyebrows were filled with fatigue, and he murmured softly.

"From the day when you are tired of the battle, the ending is already destined."

The arms trembled slightly, and the bone sword that had lost its mental power to support quickly erode and disintegrate. After removing the magic effect, fatigue that soaked in the bone marrow came like a tide, making it difficult to move your fingers.

But Lowett still turned his head slowly and faced the sea.

"How many people can survive without killing people in this ocean?"

I don’t want to kneel down and I want to make money again.

Cold!

In the forest, the roars of the undead chasing their prey came one after another. Through the mental power link, Lowett knew that 5 of the 27 undead soldiers were wiped out, but fortunately, the number of remaining enemies was not as good as theirs.

Frowning and looking at the scarred undead, Lowett took a deep breath.

"Go and kill them."

The navy is coming soon, and there is no time to delay.

"roar!!"

The undead was ordered to limp, even crawl, and move towards the depths of the forest.

There is no thought, only hatred for the living, they will not be happy for the master to defeat his opponent, nor will they feel humiliated by the master's cold commands.

This is the tool man.

Plop!

After doing this, Lowet sat on the wet beach, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Next..."

With his eyes slightly opened to Clow's body, a smile appeared on the corner of Lowet's mouth: "Are you ready? My Black Knight!"

The fourth intention...

Compared to being famous, Lowet values ​​Clow himself more... he likes this material that is well-trained, well-proportioned, and has a physical fitness comparable to that of the extraordinary Knight King.

Why was his title of "Black Earl"?

There are hundreds of titled wizards, among which there are no "Earl White" or "Earl Red".

The reason is that he once held an army of undead that was invincible in the world of mages.

The black and black heavy armor and dragon-patterned flags followed him all the way from the ruins, Tu Mingmen, entered the ancient world, and destroyed the God-Destroying Tower.

The Black Dragon Legion, composed of countless black knights, fought in all directions. Even the most powerful Saint Auckland Magic Empire at that time was burned thousands of miles away, and was full of scorched earth.

"Black Earl of the Black Dragon Army", this name is like a nightmare, over the heads of countless people in the mage world. The tide-like black legion is the thick and untouchable dark night!

So he is "the closest existence to the Holy Ten under the starry sky"... Only when the night comes can people look up at the starry sky.

"But the title of 'Earl of Frances' has been following me for the rest of my life."

Thinking of the sloppy things done in the last world, Lowett laughed at himself.
Chapter completed!