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Phyllis continues to prepare to help Darko recover his soul, and Darko is summoned back to the hell of the dead, and he finds himself surrounded by the familiar scene, with cloudy gray skies, lifeless forests, endless mountains, and clammy and rancid mire......

Darko was startled, he realized that something seemed to be wrong, and hurriedly looked around, and sure enough, he soon found the zombie sitting under a tree not far away. Darko www.biquge.info was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground, he had obviously walked far away from the Eternals Wasteland last time, but he didn't expect to be back now.

"Why is this happening?" Darko muttered to himself.

"You're back. The zombie sitting under the tree raised its eyelids, as if to greet Darko.

Seeing the zombie's reaction, Darko hurriedly asked, "I was already on the Eternals Wasteland when I was last summoned, why am I being called back here now?"

"This is your contract waypoint, and every undead creature that has a contract connection to the necromancer will have an exclusive contract waypoint. It's your territory, but it's also your bondage. The zombie seemed to suddenly think of something, and its open mouth stopped moving.

Darko was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that there was such a layer of restriction in this undead hell, as long as he was summoned once, he would return to his original place when he came back, which also limited his exploration range to a large extent. It's okay if it's an unconscious low-level undead, they don't know how to think, and they won't go crazy because of it. But Darko was conscious, and he was depressed for a long time, and he didn't know how long he could last.

"I remembered. The zombie's body trembled, and he pointed to the ground and said, "This is my contract teleportation point, and after my master's death, I have been sitting here without moving in order to prevent me from forgetting him." ”

"Who is your master?"

The zombie's movements suddenly stopped, and after a long time, its arms hung down weakly, "I forgot. ”

Darko shook his head helplessly and set out on his journey again, not knowing if he would forget everything about the past after a long period of torment. But he knew that at least he couldn't sit in one place and wait, that would only lead to faster loss, and only by enriching himself in continuous exploration could he make his memories more durable.

Through the chaos of the woods, Darko once again set foot in the Eternals Wasteland. Daktronics was a long way from the Genting Mountains, but he didn't know how far it was. No matter how long he walked, he felt that the distance had not been closer, which made him deeply aware of his insignificance.

Darko decided to move in a different direction, after all, he didn't have any purpose, and the Eternal Wasteland was so big, it was almost the same for him to go that way. He checked the equipment on his body, and now he was much stronger than before, not only did he have more colorful equipment, but his bones were also enchanted and strengthened. Darko felt that his bones were now as hard as the blade he had used before. The enchanted bones are filled with plenty of magical power, which makes Darko feel much more at ease.

After switching back to the Hell setting, Darko also changed roles, and there was no master here to help him arrange everything, so Darko returned to the battle mode of farming alone. He folded the cloak and tucked it in his chest, the first gift his master had given him, and he didn't want to destroy it in battle. With his sword on his back, his dagger on his hip bone, and his half-cut magic wand in his hand, he began to move on.

Darko had to find something to do for himself, because he was different from the rest of the undead. They can wander aimlessly in the hell of the dead because they are unconscious, they don't know how to think. But Darko is always thinking about the meaning of his own existence, if he doesn't move towards the source of that little light spiritual power, then Dakko will lose himself in this hell with no sun, moon and no concept of time. This is the weakness of intelligent life, and Darko knows it.

Darko walked lonely towards the Eternals Wasteland, he didn't feel his sense of time very good, it felt like he had been gone for a day, but it felt like he had only walked for hours. This is because there is no reference, not to mention that Darko doesn't even have a heartbeat, and the sense of time is easily confused. The more time passed, the more difficult it was to estimate accurately, and Darko himself could not accurately calculate the time in hell, so he turned his attention back to the path under his feet.

In the past few years, Darko encountered a zombie, a powerful undead creature that he knew so well that if he was hit head-on, he could break his vertebrae. Darko took off his saber and circled around the zombie as soon as he came up, but the zombie's intelligence was not enough to understand the meaning of Darko's doing, and he still walked forward slowly. It wasn't until his head was slashed by the blade of his sword that he went berserk and attacked Dakko like crazy. But the zombie's low IQ only knows how to move with Darko's movements, circling in circles, and most of the ferocious attacks fall in the air.

Dakko didn't panic at all, and slashed large and small pieces of flesh on the zombie's body one by one. After about a quarter of an hour, the zombie's body had become mutilated, and Darko saw the opportunity to grab it, and the sword was swung out of the wind, and half of the zombie's head was smashed into a pile of broken carrion. A fragment of the soul emanated from the zombie's skull and filled Darko's soul.

The zombie's headless body slammed into Darko, slamming into Darko with the last of its strength. Darko was knocked to the ground on his back, and immediately sat up again, he lowered his head and examined his whole body, and found that there was no damage except for some rotten flesh on the front chest of the hit, and all parts of his body were intact.

Darko's gaze stopped at the metallic luster of his skeleton, this bone strengthened by rare metal, from the master's words, consumed a lot of divine grace, it seems that it is indeed worth the money, not only turning the skeleton into a lifebox for the soul, but also greatly enhancing the strength of the bone. Dakko had no worries and began to take the soul fragments of other undead creatures in the Eternals Wasteland to replenish his own souls.

Along the way, Darko slashed three skeletons, two zombies, and even a skeleton axe that he had previously dared not provoke. The skeleton knife axe hand held a knife and an axe, and the skeleton was also a circle larger than that of a normal skeleton, Dakko tested it for a while, and found that although it looked powerful, the chopping action was monotonous and slow, which was a problem that skeletons could not avoid, so Dakko tried to fight back in the gap between the attacks of the skeleton knife axeman, and it worked. Whenever the skeleton knife and axe slashed down, Darko rushed up and slashed at it with his sword, so that a little bit of damage accumulated, and after a long time, it was finally shattered, and a fragment of a soul several times stronger than an ordinary skeleton merged into Darko's soul.

The sun rises and sunsets cannot be seen in the hell of the undead, so he doesn't know how much time has passed, Darko perceives time according to his intuition, and feels that if he is in the master's world, ten days may have passed, but after thinking about it, he feels that it may only be five days. When he realized that he was struggling with the passage of time again, Darko hurriedly stopped his thoughts and continued on his way.

Darko noticed that a towering white tower seemed to appear in the distance, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was a tower made of white bones, but he didn't know who had such strength and patience. Then Darko found that the ground was gradually covered with ice stains, which made his feet very slippery, and it was easy to slip and slip if he was not careful.

Darko could only move slowly and cautiously, when two figures in front of him caught his attention. It was two skeletal humanoids, their withered muscles clinging to their bare bones, emaciated but still visible a thin layer of skin, a pinpoint-like crimson glow in their hollow eye sockets.

When Darko saw these two zombie-like undead creatures, he knew he had broken into territory. Unlike stupid zombies, they are undead creatures with intelligence. Some zombies retain the ability to release low-level magic after death, that is, corpse witches, but only corpse witches with advanced intelligence are qualified to be called. In addition, necromancers use necromancer magic to directly transform themselves into the Amecian plane, which is usually hidden in hidden places to study magic, while in the undead hell they do not have to hide, and walk outside in a grand manner.

If the world of the living is dominated by humans, then the world of the dead is dominated by the fact that they have complete consciousness and extremely high intelligence, and they are the only species in the entire undead hell that has a complete inheritance system. Humans can dominate the human world because of numbers, but because of intelligence, and their numbers are insignificant compared to the skeleton zombies full of hell.

There are also ranks, and the wisest of them are usually actively transformed into undead creatures, and most of them were necromancers in their lifetimes. Others are crafted and summoned by necromancers, such as Darko, who is often mistaken for others.

When Darko recognized, he was stunned again. He had never seen it before, so why did he recognize it at first sight? It wasn't the first time this had happened, and every time it made Darko feel extremely anxious, like a bug in his body, he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't find any corresponding memories, but he had the corresponding knowledge.

Could this be something left over from a previous life? Darko was taken aback, he suddenly realized that this might not be nonsense, as an undead creature, it was indeed possible to retain fragments of memories from his past life. So, who was I in my previous life? This question involuntarily surfaced in Darko's heart, and this thought became complicated and tangled as soon as it appeared, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

Darko had no choice but to retract his thoughts, after all, there were two more patrolling not far away. The magic-wielding one was clearly not something Darko could compete with now, and he cautiously lowered his body and prayed that he would not be spotted. It's just that his eyesight is obviously not worse than his, and the other party has already discovered him long before he found those two. A crimson pupil in front of him was facing Darko, and he began to chant the incantation directly, only to see a burst of crystal flashes around it. Dakko was shocked, knowing that it was a precursor to the activation of ice magic, and hurriedly prepared for the fireball technique.

The ice and flames mingled and there was a popping sound, but it only lasted for a moment before the light of the flames was annihilated. Then Darko was swept by a cold and powerful meniscus cold current, rolled on the ground a few times to eliminate the momentum of the cold current, and Darko immediately got up and fled reflexively.

"Was that a fireball technique just now?" "Just let out the ice magic, "There are skeletons here that can rub fireballs?"

"And the magic resistance isn't too bad, it doesn't even trigger the effect of sluggishness. The red light in the other eye's eyes flickered, looking at Darko's fleeing back from a distance, and he was not in a hurry to pursue, "Probably because of the equipment he has on him, his luck is also good." ”

"Hmph, but can he keep his luck going?" The one seemed to be haunted by his failure to keep Darko, and was ready to use the next magic, and as the incantation was chanted, a crescent-shaped magic made of ice crystals appeared in front of it, and the curved ice moon flew straight out, chasing after Darko.

Originally, they just saw Daktronics and drove it away routinely, because low-level undead creatures have low intelligence, and it is common for them to accidentally break into this territory. But the low-looking skeleton retaliated with a fireball, which made both of them interested, and they had decided to catch the skeleton and study it carefully.

When Darko noticed the condensation of the ice element behind him, he realized that it was not good, and the terrifying cold hit, and Darko fell on the spot. The crescent moon brushed his back and cheeks, swiped over his head, and flew off into the distance, eventually creating a sparkling ice stain on the ground, and only then did Darko know how the ice stain came from.

When the aura of magic subsided, the two slowly walked towards Darko.

"They're slow!" Darko thought of this, immediately realizing that his only ability better than them was speed, and decided to run away immediately. But when he moved, Dakko found that the bones of his whole body were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the joints were also filled with ice crystals, and his movement speed was not half of his usual speed. Although the ice moon didn't hit directly, it triggered the sluggish effect of the ice magic, cutting off the possibility of Darko escaping.

Darko turned his heart on the sidelines, no longer evading, and his expectations fell on the strengthened bones, if this skeleton was strong enough to resist blows, it should be able to support himself and the two opposite sides of the bombardment magic. Darko muttered the incantation in his mind, one fireball after another blasted towards the two.

The previous one was still chanting the Ice Moon Technique, and was not distracted by the sudden fireball. The hands behind him stretched out straight, and after a short spell, there was an additional crystal clear full-body armor made of ice crystals on both bodies.

Ice level 3 magic, ice armor.

Fireballs slammed into the ice-cemented armor, bursting with firelight and splattering flakes of ice. However, the one who was casting the spell was not affected in the slightest, and another ice moon condensed and shot towards Darko. This time, the ice moon collided with the fireball he had just cast very close to Darko, and the two different types of magic burst out with dazzling brilliance, and the huge wave of qi knocked Dakko to the ground, as if he had completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Slowly walking to Darko, just as he was about to look at the strange skeleton, Darko suddenly jumped up from the ground with one hand, holding a dagger in his hand and stabbing him in the chest.

The dagger pierced the ice armor for more than half a minute, but the tip of the knife was far from the main body. The thickness of this ice armor technique is even longer than the blade of this dagger. After the final blow, Darko fell to the ground again, most of his body was frozen in frost, and the leap just now was the limit.

"Huh, and you're going to play dead? "I was amazed by the stabbing and cast another ice spell to freeze Dakko completely.

Running for life is the instinct of all creatures when they are afraid of danger, but pretending to be dead is a kind of deception, and being able to suppress their own fear to deceive the enemy is already a manifestation of a very high intelligence, which completely affirms that Darko has wisdom.

"Take him back, you need to report to Lord Wang. "The other also found Daktronics special.

Darko was reversed his arms, frozen on his body, and dragged by the two of them, little by little, towards the White Bone Tower. When they arrived at the White Bone Tower, the two explained the situation to a significantly higher level, but before the other could answer, they heard a voice from the top of the tower, "Bring that skeleton that can rub fireballs." ”

When the three of them heard the voice, they simultaneously performed the mage salute in the direction of the top of the tower, and then immediately led Darko to the upper floor. Darko saw more along the way, and there were more in this tower than there were skeleton zombies outside, and he was instantly shocked. At the same time, he became more and more curious, what kind of existence was that king who could gather so many people under his command?

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