"Father, we must stop the invasion of the undead! For this, even if we pay any price, we will do whatever we want!"

In the grand palace hall, the handsome throne Sarrill knelt on one knee, talking about his determination with a serious face. His long golden hair was scattered, and his silver armor was shining. He looked like a holy spirit warrior in mythology.

However, at this time, the "Holy Spirit Warrior" frowned, and from his sapphire-like eyes, they revealed firm thoughts and deep worries.

Saril is the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Barth, the second largest in the human kingdom, and is also the leader of this kingdom. He is the candidate for the next king. He is loved and trusted by the people. He once led the way in the invasion of the dark elves and killed the leading general of the dark elves. He successfully reversed the situation and retreated the dark elves' army to the ground. He was one of the five heroes mentioned by the bard.

The assassin, opposite Prince Saril, the man sitting high above the throne was his father, Miral, the king of the Kingdom of Barth.

Miral was over fifty years old, but the years left no trace on his face. His strong strength allowed the kingdom to maintain his strong energy and strong body, and he looked upright and upright, but his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness revealed his age.

"My son, do you know what this means. The undead legion is different from the dark elves. They are a group of real monsters. They not only master magic and bravery, but also fearless. They don't know what death is, but it is even more difficult to eliminate. No matter how powerful your power is, they cannot destroy them. They can only repel them. In this case, do you still have to take risks?"

"The prophet has said that the pace of the undead will return to the land of the kingdom," Prince Saril lowered his head, but his will in his eyes became more and more firm. "Not only the Kingdom of Barth, but other human kingdoms, even the kingdoms of elves and dwarves, will fall into war. If the undead cannot stop the undead from crossing the sea in advance, everything will be too late."

"This is not a problem that can be solved by just a few people!" King Miral frowned, "The army of the undead is a terrible army. In the past history, it was impossible to stop it. My son, the best way now is not what the prophet said, gathering the so-called seven heroes to the dark continent in the north, but joining other kingdoms to prepare for war. The best situation is to introduce war into the orc continent in the West, so that those crazy guys and the undead will fight to the death!"

"Father," Prince Saril suddenly raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars. "The Western continent is our enemy, but this enemy is rational and communicable. In the past few battles, even in the war with the dark elves, I could feel that the other party also has desires and feelings, but the undead who came through the cracks of time and space a few days ago did not have these things. All they had was killing and destruction!"

"But..." The Kingdom of Miral shook his head, as if he wanted to say something.

Saril stopped his father, and he said in a real tone: "The biggest problem is that the birth method of the undead does not need to be conceived for a long time, they only need to have enough death. If the undead cannot be stopped in advance, follow your method, let the Western continent fall into a desperate situation first. If the undead is not satisfied, then this will be defeated by these monsters one by one. The dead orcs and fallen elves will become the new force of the undead, making them stronger. In this way, the whole world will be completely jué àng !"

These words made the king's body tremble slightly, as if touching some memories in his heart. Finally, he nodded and said helplessly: "Okay, since you insisted again and again, then you should do it, but my son, you must promise me one thing."

"Please tell me, my father." Prince Saril seemed to have guessed something.

The king said in a deep voice: "If, I mean, if, you cannot gather the six partners mentioned by the prophet, then you cannot go to the Dark Continent and can only stay. As for how to deal with the undead attack, we will make detailed arrangements at that time."

"Okay, I promise you!" Prince Saril said, bowed to his father, then stood up, turned around, left the palace with firm steps, leaving the king with a hint of tears in his eyes.

Soon, the glorious knight quietly left his country and embarked on a journey, which would be a road full of bumpy ones.

"It seems that this is the beginning of a heroic epic. The prince's ambition is admirable, but is his motivation really the crystallization of the power of chaos? It was the Chaos Demon that prompted him to embark on this path?"

In the sky, there are two wills surrounding it. These two wills are powerful and broad, almost covering half of the sky. The entire continent and many kingdoms are all shrouded by the will. What happens in it, no matter how big or small, is captured by the masters of the two wills.

These two wills are the visitors of Sun Dao and Gelouri, the two Titan tribes. The Kingdom of Barth is located in the Tapta world and is the purpose of their trip.

The huge body of the Titan cannot enter this world, but the terrifying will of the two Titans can come directly, and the world barrier of this world cannot be stopped at all.

At this moment, in Sun Dao's perception, he felt a world permeated by the power of chaos. Although the power of chaos is not obvious, a black shadow has condensed in the historical void of this world.

What Sun Dao didn't expect before he arrived was that the manifestation of the power of chaos in this world was not the undead in the dark continent, but the many human kingdoms in this world.

"What is causing chaos here is not the subject will of the Chaos Demon, but just a split body, or a fragment of consciousness. However, under the influence of this fragment, this world has a clear connection with the evil demons outside the sky. The evil demons can pass through this fragment, pass through the time tunnel, arrive here, and influence and interfere with the world."

Gelorui's will respond: "In fact, the evil demons outside the sky often call the world infected by chaos fragments, the theme world. When they come to this world, they often create special chaos under the guidance of the chaos will, but they themselves call it a mission..."

These words were unintentional, but they did not know that they had already caused huge waves in Sun Dao's heart.

"Chaos fragments? Theme world? Chaos guidance? Mission? What exactly is going on? What does the Titans represent in the data universe?"

In an instant, a vague thought emerged in Sun Dao's mind. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!