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Dakko only felt an irresistible sense of restraint around him, and at the same time, the surrounding scene blurred into a streamer, although it was the first time for Dakko to experience such an experience, he knew that it was a phenomenon caused by spatial fluctuations when the contract was transmitted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This realization immediately startled him, for some reason he can always understand a lot of things inexplicably, such as relying on the fluctuation of fighting energy and magic to feel the level of others before, and now the understanding of spatial teleportation.

Before Darko could figure out these questions, the surrounding streamers suddenly gathered and took shape, turning into a new scene in his field of vision. Darko is very strange, he was with his master a moment ago, and now he has arrived at this place inexplicably, presumably this is the role of contract teleportation, right?

Darko scrutinized his surroundings, and the sky above him was a cloudy gray, and the gray was constantly rolling, but he couldn't tell whether it was clouds or fog. In front of him was a large forest, a forest that had lost all its life, and all that remained of the towering trees was the torso and thicker branches. There are wisps of cobweb-like things hanging from the trees, but they can't be cobwebs, and no spiders can survive here.

Far behind the forest was a mountain peak, and the top of the peak could not be seen, as it plunged directly into the gray clouds of the zenith. That peak was actually one of a large mountain range, but because it was so much higher than the others, it was so abrupt that you could only see it at first glance. It was only after the gaze moved down at a considerable angle that the entire mountain range could be noticed, a mountain range that dominated the entire horizon. In this way, this huge mountain range proudly manifests its existence in a gesture with no end in sight in the field of vision of all living beings.

Darko retracted his gaze and looked closer, and found that the ground near him was littered with mud, and from time to time one or two bubbles appeared in the gray mud, and from time to time Bai Sensen's skeleton floated up, and then was swallowed up by the mud again. The wind here smelled cold and damp, mixed with a thick gray mist, and a foul smell came to the face. Lots of undead wandered aimlessly, some passing by, some walking away, some bumping into each other, and a battle ensued.

Dakko found that a zombie was sitting under a tree not far away, motionless, and he didn't know how long it had been sitting like this, with cobwebs and mold growing between its body and trunk. Strangely, it also has a ring on its left ring finger, which shimmers with a golden light, which stands out against its pale skin.

"Hello?" Darko asked tentatively.

"Well, it's a soul that has maintained its self-awareness, and it's rare to find such a soul among the undead. "The zombie's voice is very rotten and obscure, like this undead environment.

"You just said this is the undead?"

"The place of all the undead, the place of the soul. Because it is full of death, it will never be exhausted, and where there is death, it is a paradise for the undead. ”

Darko looked at his body and saw that the bones he had broken off from the previous battle were gradually growing under the gray mist, and the cracks in his skull were gradually disappearing. The blade, which had been held in his hand, had been corroded by the mist in a short period of time and was rusty. It appears that this death breath has a healing effect on his body, but it is capable of corroding metal.

Darko remembered that he had also seen his master and other necromancers use this kind of death breath in Scott City, but the death breath they released was much lighter in color, and obviously not as rich as the death breath in the undead.

There was a noisy sound not far away, and Darko followed the prestige to find that there was a skeleton axe hand and the zombie attacking each other, the zombie attacked the skeleton with its teeth and limbs, the skeleton had a weapon in its hand, but did not know how to attack the vital point, and finally the zombie who had the upper hand broke his hip bone and collapsed on the ground. The zombie walked away with heavy steps, and the skeleton on the ground was repaired after a while, stood up and looked around, and walked away aimlessly.

Darko was very strange, "Where did so many undead creatures come from?"

"Who knows? Some people have been infected with the virus and wandered in the world for a long time, but they couldn't die, and finally came here, some were refined into war weapons by necromancers after death, and they were usually stored here, and some broke the contract of gods or demons, and were converted into undead spirits by the power of the contract and exiled here. ”

"What about you? What kind of person are you?"

The zombie was silent for a long time, and just when Darko thought he was asleep, the zombie suddenly said, "I, what kind of person am I? ”

Darko was stunned, he didn't expect this zombie to answer like this. He looked at the mountain peak in the distance deep into the gray clouds, and he felt a strong fluctuation from the top of the cloud, which was somewhat similar to the fluctuation when he teleported through space, could it be that there was a teleportation array on the top of that peak? With such a powerful spatial fluctuation, I am afraid that the teleportation array would not be small.

"What's on the other side of the forest?" Darko subconsciously felt that the plane he was in now was extremely vast, and it seemed to be larger than the plane where his master was.

"Out of this forest, it's a wasteland, a wasteland of the Eternals. The zombie's voice became silent as he spoke of the Eternals Wasteland, "Further on, there are mountains, and there are rivers. Around that peak is the domain of the lords, and if you don't want to get in trouble, it's best not to go. ”

"Got it, thank you, I'm going over there to have a look. Darko looked at the distant mountain peaks and longed.

"Watch out for those ghosts. The zombie shook its head and leaned back into the trunk of the tree behind it.

"Ghosts?"

"A disembodied undead who can control your body and devour your soul. ”

"Devouring souls?" Darko's body shook when he heard the word, as if he had experienced the feeling of being devoured by souls, but he didn't know when.

The dim sky dappled the ground and Dako's body, carrying the rusty blade, Dakko wandered aimlessly through the forest. It just wanted to get out of the forest, but it didn't know why it wanted to get out.

He saw many skeletons like himself, as well as zombies, soulbinders, Nightshade, and the Black Knight. Most of them were safe and sound, and even if there was one who was about to collide with Darko, he avoided them. So Darko knew that most undead creatures were unself-conscious individuals, and they didn't know what they were doing, and as for unconscious wandering, it was just instinctual drive.

Darko gradually descended into a dense part of the forest, and with almost every step he took, he had to be careful not to trip over the roots under his feet. Although these trees have lost their vitality, for some reason, they do not decay, and even the roots are very resilient. Dacko kept an eye on the obstacle under his feet and walked slowly, and just after going around a tree, he saw a skeleton walking next to him and crashing straight into him.

The skeleton was similar in appearance to Darko, but apparently not very intelligent, and thought that Darko had attacked him, so he immediately fought back with a fist. Darko, of course, will not sit still, and also swings the rusty blade to fight back, the skeleton is obviously not strong enough, and half of Dakko's shoulder is cut off as soon as it comes up, and it has neither weapons nor attacks, so it naturally falls behind. Darko, on the other hand, focused on chopping the opponent's joint, and in a short time it broke it into a pile of broken bones.

Darko looked down at the skeleton that had collapsed to the ground, and then suddenly felt a warm current rushing from his eyebrows, merging into his soul, and then he felt as if he was getting stronger. Darko knew that the warm current just now was the soul of this skeleton, in fact, it was just a fragment of a soul, and the spiritual power contained in it was very small, less than one percent of the total amount of Darko's own soul now, but it did enhance the strength of Darko's soul.

Darko walked away in the gray mist, and the skeleton behind him was gradually repaired by the dead breath, but he could no longer stand up, because it had lost its soul.

Darko continued to walk forward, although he didn't know why he was able to absorb the souls of other undead creatures, but the feeling of becoming stronger made him addicted to it, and he couldn't extricate himself. So he began to pay attention to the undead that appeared around him, preparing to find a place where he could fight, and this process of finding food made him both nervous and excited.

Darko soon found another prey, but this time it was a zombie. Zombies belong to the more powerful existence of the lower undead, most of them are due to being infected by the plague or being cursed by a strong force before death, resulting in undead creatures after death, and the severe damage to the brain causes the zombies to react more slowly, but due to the retention of muscles, they are stronger.

For Darko, the power of zombies is still too strong, this time Dakko and zombies just fight, they fell behind, after losing an arm and four ribs, Darko also gained some valuable experience - zombies can't catch up with him. So Darko began to circle around the zombie, slashing from time to time, and the zombie would occasionally launch a fierce counterattack, and the huge force would knock him over whenever he touched him. Darko was broken with almost half of his body, and finally killed the zombie and absorbed a wisp of soul fragment.

The two successful experiences gave Darko some confidence, and he began to look for new prey, and within a few steps he saw a gray-black creeper that looked like a shadow. It's called the Nightshade, and it's not very powerful, and Dakko thinks it should be able to deal with it. But as soon as Darko approached, the shadows suddenly disappeared and disappeared in front of him. Dacko was stunned for a moment, and just watched the food slip away, a little dazed for a moment. Just as he was at a loss, the shadows of the night suddenly appeared beside him, directly against his leg bones. Darko lost his balance and fell to the ground as he broke his leg bone, and the lurking Nightshadow took the opportunity to run away.

Darko collapsed helplessly on the ground, waiting for the dead to repair his leg bones, and now he finally realized that even though many undead creatures were not intelligent, their instincts were still not to be underestimated.

Realizing this, Darko hunted a lot more carefully, and some undead creatures that didn't seem to be easy to deal with would not attack. Even skeletons and zombies, if they are tall or have heavy weapons, they will not provoke them. After careful exclusion in this way, after a while, there were still four skeletons and three zombies that became his prey, further strengthening his soul.

There is no time in the undead, and Darko is constantly wandering. He didn't know how long he had been wandering, or how long he would have to wander, and the forest seemed to never end.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Darko found himself at the edge of the forest, and in front of him was an endless wasteland, in which lay a great river of mist, which was the source of death, and the source of the river was the barrier-like mountains. Darko could feel that the riverside was dangerous, but the wasteland of the dead was very peaceful, as if it was really a wasteland.

Darko didn't hesitate and walked straight into the Wasteland of the Dead. This wasteland seems to have no end, it seems that the mountains that rise in the distance are still standing like that after walking for a long time, there is no feeling of being brought closer. Darko decided to start recording his steps so that he wouldn't get too bored, and he counted a number in his mind with each step he took, so that he could get a rough idea of how far he had traveled, even though such calculations didn't make any sense to Dako.

There is nothing in the wasteland, not even dead trees and weeds are hard to find, only a thick breath of death and wandering undead, so that Dakko's journey is not alone. Darko searched for the undead that looked easy to deal with to attack, and absorbed a few strands of soul fragments again, he could already clearly feel that the soul had become a little stronger, although he didn't know what the strength of the soul was of any use to him. Instinct made Darko do this, and it felt as if his soul was broken, and it longed for wholeness.

Occasionally, powerful undead creatures such as corpse demons and corpse kings would appear, and Dakko would change direction from a distance when he saw them, carefully avoiding the territory of those powerful beings. Protecting one's own safety should always come first at all times, and this plane makes Darko's body feel comfortable, but instinct seems to repel it. Compared to the plane where his master was, he always felt that this plane was dangerous, and even if death could repair his body, the instinct of danger still haunted him, and he didn't know where this feeling came from.

Darko suddenly heard a chaotic sound in front of him, and saw a tall horse covered in dark black armor rushing towards him, black flames burning on all four hooves of the horse, and a large amount of black flames emerging from the armor, which was filled with a daunting aura.

Nightmare!Darko's mind flashed through such a name, but he only knew the name, and the other details were still unknown. What are the characteristics of the nightmare, what are the attributes of various aspects, whether it can be tamed as a mount, etc., none of these Dakko know, although with his current strength, knowing it will not have any effect.

Behind the nightmare, a group of undead knights are chasing, and the speed is also extremely fast. The Undead Rider was wrapped in armor and rode a skeleton horse under his crotch, not as tall as Nightmare, but larger than the skeleton horse summoned by Phyllis. The Undead Knight has no body in his armor, only two red lights can be seen in the helmet, staring in the direction of the nightmare.

"It's amazing, if only I had a mount. Darko let out an exclamation before realizing that he was in the way, and he hurried to find a place to hide, but where was there a place for him to hide in the Eternals Wasteland?

Nightmare sensed Darko's presence, and with a slight adjustment in the frequency of the hooves on both sides, it had already deflected a little angle, and ran past Darko, snorting at him with the horse's head in the air. However, the undead knights who followed did not see Darko's presence, perhaps they saw it but did not care at all, they neither detoured nor jumped over, but directly knocked Darko down and stepped on him, like stepping on an insignificant pebble.

As the Nightmare and the Undead Knights drifted away, Darko recovered from the whirlwind to find that he had only one skull left, and his body scattered into a pile of broken bones scattered across a large area around him.

Darko could only lie quietly and wait for recovery, this time his body did not recover smoothly, because the bones were scattered in a large area, and Darko's skull was lying on his side on the ground at this time, unable to move, and he could not retrieve his scattered bones and attach them to his body. The repair of the dead is centered on the bones where the soul is located, and it takes a long time to repair the body completely.

After a long time, Darko's upper arm recovered in the mist, and he was able to use half of his arm bone to support himself to move. He quickly found the bones that looked like the spine, and put them under his skull in a rustic way, and sure enough, the recovery speed was greatly accelerated when he had the ready-made bones, but the ribs were the first to bear the brunt of the knight's sprint, and they were all shattered, and it was difficult to recover.

I don't know how long it took, but Dakko finally stood up again. He looked at the ribs on his chest that had only recovered seven, and was hesitant to wait until they were all recovered. Somewhere in his soul suddenly flashed a throbbing, connecting him to another distant plane of dependence.

The scene around him changed, and Darko knew that he was back with his master.

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