From the mountain fort, three hundred miles west across the vast wilderness, it is declared to be in the territory of the former Stuart. Once dotted with small towns, it thrived on the vibrancy of border trade.

But now, after a series of upheavals. The town has long since been abandoned, littered with rotten bones and dilapidated houses, and only a few of its inhabitants remain here struggling to survive.

In an appalling tone, they will warn every passer-by not to move on.

If you do not heed the advice and continue the march for more than 200 miles, you will encounter a demarcation line that is more striking than the national border.

Even though it's spring, there's nothing to do with life. The dry trunks of the trees twisted into strange shapes, the weeds on the ground had long since decayed and blackened, and even the sky seemed to be gray, and there was a cold and damp smell everywhere.

This is the dividing line between life and death, one step back is life, and one step further is death. The team of the High Mountain Fort has not only entered the Land of the Dead, but has been advancing in it for five full days.

What this hell looks like to outsiders is nothing to them.

"Another skeleton. "The lord is back to his old profession and riding an air-floating motorcycle, carrying Elizabeth by the way.

With a gold-tipped toad sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his hair meticulously combed with oil, and a wilting rose in his mouth, he was a hundred times more dashing than the most fashionable wanderer in the city.

He opened his mouth and spit out the roses, turned his head behind him and said, "Sit down, ready to take off." ”

Elizabeth, who was severely afraid of heights, held him by the waist and waited until she reached the height of forty blades and began to stabilize again—a distance that had been tested to allow the skeleton to be unaware.

Since entering this polluted land, although I have never seen a large-scale army of the undead, the scattered low-level goods have never been broken.

Richard vaguely felt that this should be a kind of early warning system - the undead are very sensitive to the breath of the living, and if a living person approaches, they will definitely not be able to avoid being discovered.

In the event of a conflict, whether it is to kill the undead or to be killed by the undead, it can cause a chain reaction.

In fact, not only on the ground, but also in the air, there are sporadic skeleton bats and zombie birds. Just Richard himself with Elizabeth, and with excellent dexterity, he can dodge, if a big guy like the Anemo Pterodactyl will definitely be discovered.

Even Higuain's aerial reconnaissance before, it was only because the dragon's altitude in the air far exceeded those crappy goods that he did not startle the snake.

It has to be said that it is almost impossible for such a network of early warning systems to fail, especially for a large-scale army.

But for the marching Ripper Thousand, there was no such annoyance at all—they relaxed like a spring outing, smiling past the skeleton and even tripped it up.

The skeleton, staggering back to its feet, seemed unconscious, and continued to move slowly in its original direction, without even glancing at the nearby warriors of the Alpine Fort.

The entire team except for Lord Lords and Elizabeth who also need to avoid the undead, everyone else can simply ignore them.

"Half-undead is really magical. Even though he had seen it many times, Richard still couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

No one would believe that they could sneak in with such a swagger without fear of being discovered.

Richard also saw with his own eyes that the group of Darkest Source Light could hide in the army of the undead as if nothing happened, so he came up with this idea. Try it out, and the effect is simply not too good.

"How far is it?" Elizabeth asked, having had enough of flying and desperately wanting to get back on the ground and feel safe.

"I'll take a look......," Richard pulled out his map and double-checked it.

"I'll be there at noon today. The airmobile slowly landed on the ground, and the lord snapped his fingers, "Contact Higuain and lead the air cavalry to prepare for the attack." ”

Now have the air cavalry take off from the Dead Lands border, almost in time to launch a synchronized attack with the ground forces and engage in a blitzkrieg that will take you by surprise.

"In addition, hurry up and replenish your strength. Richard began to take out the inventory from the space ring, which were shredded, stripped, and diced sand spider jerky, and there were many patterns.

I have to admit it, regardless of the source of the instant loss of appetite. This kind of shelf-stable, ready-to-eat, salt-replenishing, calorie-rich and nutritious thing, and not too bad in taste is undoubtedly a top-notch military ration.

Before entering the land, the issue of food was considered as a top priority. Constrained by the storage space of only eight cubic rings, it is not unreasonable to settle for the sand spider jerky over other bells and whistles.

As for drinking water, it is relatively easy to solve - although the local water source is somewhat contaminated with undead pollution, you must know that in this small army of 1,000 people, there are more than 100 entry-level Holy Light Priests.

With such a luxurious configuration, if you occasionally lift the semi-undead state and deal with the water source, it will be a problem, so you can simply go home and hang yourself.

"Alas. There was a wail all over the field, and the team reluctantly lined up in a long line to receive the meal.

"How delicious this is, I think you're used to it. Carlos chewed hard, reaping the rolls of the eyes of those around him.

If you don't change your tricks for five days, you can eat it in a row, and the poor card will not be tired.

"That's because you've never seen a sand spider. Hurt swallowed viciously, and quickly sent a mouthful of water to swallow.

Before the war, it is best not to eat too much, and a meal of unappetizing military rations can be regarded as crooked.

After a short break, the team began to move on. Everything I witnessed in five days – the ash soil, the rotting crops, the wandering undead, the twisted dead trees. Looking up, there was only a vague spot of light left by the sun in the sky.

The environment is so harsh that even rats can't survive, enough to make any normal person feel disgusted.

And all of them can be traced back to one place -

Allen, once a non-famous agricultural town, had its only specialty being pumpkins, which few people knew about except for local farmers and grain merchants. But since becoming the birthplace of the undead, the name "Allen" has spread across the continent like wildfire, and even the most innocent children will be moved by it.

If there is any place where the truth can be ascertained about this catastrophe that has made the entire continent feel inexplicable, it must be Allen.

Fifteen miles ahead, it was already in sight.

Richard closed his eyes, feeling the twisted and powerful undead magic. What was once an ordinary town is now as unfathomable as hell where demons gather.

"I'm curious, really curious. Belouni, Beluni, why the hell are you doing this? He opened his eyes, expressionless.