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Chapter 168: Army of the Undead

There are more than a thousand skeleton armies on the ground, white bone skeleton soldiers carrying rusty weapons, silver skeleton archers holding bone arrow longbows, black bone skeleton mages holding bone staffs, and golden giant skeleton warriors with a height of more than four meters.

The sky was even more obscured in the air, and the black mist was shrouded in ghost lords who were dozens of times larger than ghosts, countless ghosts, several huge bone dragons, bone horses with bone wings, and other flying bone beasts of different shapes.

In the middle of the ground and the army of the undead in the air, there was a large black fog floating in the void that was a hundred meters away, and Li Junshan couldn't see what was hidden in it from a distance, only to feel a powerful and incomparably powerful momentum dispersed, it was Li Junshan, who was wearing an elf cloak thousands of kilometers away, and felt the chill invade his bones and tremble.

"In less than thirty seconds, it was possible to launch an army of undead of this scale to rush over in an instant, the strength of this Dry Bone King is really strong enough!"

Li Junshan, who was hidden thousands of meters away, squinted at the army of the undead, and was surprised in his heart, but he still regarded the Death Mountain Range as a place of ruins, and the strong man who exuded great power hidden in the black fog was naturally regarded by him as the king of dry bones.

Compared with the "Donald" who silently forced back the army of demonic beasts when Li Junshan was in the blood-colored narrow valley, the "potential" in the black fog was obviously inferior, but the chill with the breath of death was invisibly emanated, which still made Li Junshan feel a little frightened.

Of course, it's just a horror, it's the kind of feeling that arises spontaneously in the face of a strong person, if it is directly frightened, Li Junshan will definitely turn around and flash without saying a word, but it hasn't reached that point yet.

Silently, the thousands of armies of the undead dispersed as if they had received orders, as if they had received an order, and they were as orderly as an army. Dozens of golden skeleton warriors more than four meters tall were leading, with more than a hundred skeleton soldiers and dozens of silver skeleton archers forming a team, and the black skeleton mages were dotted behind, scattered to search in the open space in front of the mountain range.

In the air, the three ghost lords did not move, and the six huge bone dragons, each with ghosts and flying bone beasts of different shapes, scattered silently and quickly, cooperating with the army of skeletons on the ground to search the entire terrain.

Knowing that they couldn't find themselves, Li Junshan flew in mid-air and still held his breath very carefully, the elf cloak is not omnipotent, otherwise Harvey would not have been invisible by the alien when he moved one after another when he moved.

The slender and silent messenger can provoke these undead creatures, and Li Junshan doesn't want to release any aliens, almost step by step speed, slowly moving back in the air with the search of the undead army.

As long as it doesn't attract the attention of the strong in that black mist, these seemingly weird and terrifying undead armies, Li Junshan didn't pay attention to them.

Not to mention the boss alien, it is the addition of dozens of more than 250 heavy armor aliens with fast speed and fierce momentum, and more than 1,000 ground skeleton armies, which will definitely not be able to stop the momentum of their collective charge, not to mention the perverted defense of the heavy armor alien.

The search range of the undead army spread several times from a kilometer, almost carpeting the clearing on the south side of the mountain, but found nothing unusual.

In the middle of the night, the scattered army of the undead quickly converged, hid the black mist in the middle, and silently retreated back into the mountain of death.

Watching the army of the undead disappear behind the mountain from afar, Li Junshan couldn't help but have a headache floating in mid-air.

Undead creatures are unique creatures that are painless and fearless, even if they are slow or rigid in their attacks and reactions, they can keenly sense the signs of the presence of living life. Xenomorphs can restrain their breath and can silently approach their targets in any environment, but they are also flesh-and-blood lifeforms, but they cannot escape the unique life perception of undead creatures.

Floating in mid-air, through the layers of black mist that spread all over the dark swamp, Li Junshan saw the ghosts looming on the mountain, and occasionally a few flying bone beasts passed in the air, frowning for a while, he retreated.

The concealment time of the elven cloak was only a short hour, Li Junshan did not dare to be careless, more than a hundred ghosts were annihilated in an instant, and it was impossible for the other party to be on guard or alert.

It wasn't until the mountain disappeared from sight and retreated for dozens of kilometers that Li Junshan landed on the ground, and almost at the moment of falling, there was a fluctuation in the air, and his body was revealed.

Releasing two radar aliens floating overhead, Li Junshan hid on the back of a small hill and sat down, took out the bacon that had been prepared long ago from the space ring and chewed it slowly, taking a few sips of Elf Hundred Flowers from time to time, and fell into deep thought.

Since it has come, it is definitely going to go. Whether it is a strong person living in the dark swamp or a master in the human world, what can arouse their interest or even joy is nothing more than strength implicated, and what Li Junshan pursues is nothing more than strength. The secret of the piece of iron, he was itching, but he had to understand it.

How to get there is another question.

Thinking about a piece of bacon and eating it, Li Junshan drank half a bottle of Baihua Brew in one gulp, put away the bottle and touched the fragrance in his mouth, and released Da Hei and the two messengers who had explored the path before.

"Hiss" Dahei obviously knew what to do, and his huge body hid under the hill, and opened his salivating kiss to "question" the two messengers.

After unlocking the fourth layer of genetic locks, Li Junshan can have a more detailed and detailed spiritual communication with the alien than before, but compared to the language communication of Dahei, it is naturally inferior.

"Boss, there's no lava river. Da Hei asked, and his voice sounded in Li Junshan's heart: "Those mountains surrounded a clearing, and the two of them didn't go deep into the exploration according to what you wanted, boss, and ran back a few laps along the side of the mountain, and ran back without finding the lava river." ”

"The northern area is so large, it stands to reason that if the Golden Skull wants to deceive me, it can be just pointed a little bit, and it won't make up a lava river to come out! Could it be that you are getting lost and going to the wrong place?" Li Junshan had a trace of doubt in his mind.

"This way is flying at a high altitude and speed, except for some low-level and medium-level magical beasts, occasionally encountering a few strange intelligent creatures but they all avoided it, where did you think that you would get lost, I knew to catch a few to ask. Li Junshan thought in his heart.

After a while, he raised his head and said to Da Hei in his heart: "Without further ado, if this is not a ruin, then it can't be delayed any longer, if that piece of iron falls into the hands of the Dreadwalker, he has no fixed place, and it will be difficult to find it again." Later, when the Elven Cloak can be used again, we'll go over and take a look. When the time comes, you"

Da Hei lay quietly in front of Li Junshan, salivating like a silk, answering a few sounds in his heart from time to time, and the long and sharp coccyx wandered behind him.

The dark swamp at night is like a desert, several times colder than during the day, and the light of the stars and moon is not visible, and it is even more pitch black.

Steep mountains rise across the dark night sky, like a hideous ancient beast, and the sky and the earth are completely oppressive and dark and dead.

In the valley in the middle of the Death Mountains, the air is filled with the smell of decay and fish, there are floating blue ghost fires and ghosts of all colors, scattered skeleton soldiers and zombies walking in a mechanical and old-fashioned manner, and the valley is as strange and terrifying as a dead place.

Under the mountain range to the north of the clearing, a gray-white mist rose and rolled in the air, and the oppressive cold aura was particularly eye-catching, and a huge size of the Frost Ghost Lord, comparable to the superposition of dozens of ghosts, floated quietly at the mouth of a cave like a mist, and a compelling chill spread out from its body.

The cave is extremely huge, full of acres, dozens of flame ghosts float on the top of the cave, and the body that exudes moxibustion heat is like a bright torch, reflecting the brightness of the cave.

The huge black fog was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a huge zombie dragon, its body was full of disgusting tumors and sores dripping pus from time to time, the left wing was a forest skeleton, and the right side was full of moldy wounds as if it had been bitten by thousands of maggots.

On the back of the zombie dragon sat a thin figure, none other than the Lord Asmore Necromancer of the Death Mountains.

Said to be human, Asmol's body was no different from a skeleton, and it was not even as plump as a golden retriever zombie in front of him. Shriveled skin wrapped around bones, Asmore was as bony as an underdeveloped dwarf.

The black magic robe was full of holes, and Asmor, the magic robe stained with dry blood and thick blood, could not remember when it was taken from the dead corpses, and although the armor was often seen on the white bones and dead corpses, the frail necromancer could not bear the weight.

Sitting quietly on the ground, Asmo was no different from a terminally ill old man, except for the occasional flash of light in his blue eyes.

In front of him stood a golden-haired zombie more than three meters tall and a giant golden skeleton warrior, these two undead servants comparable to the strength of the eighth-level Demonic Beast and the Battle Saint, and there were nearly twenty more than Assmore. Of course, these are only his standing powers, and Asmo can summon more powerful undead creatures from the undead space at any time if he wishes.

Holding the dragon bone staff inlaid with dragon crystals in his hand, Asmo squinted his eyes and stretched out his staff in the air in front of him, and ripples suddenly rippled in the air, and the ripples twisted into a mysterious magic array, and the white light dissipated as if a mirror appeared out of thin air, revealing a barren night sky, and in the dark night sky, a dark red molten river was particularly eye-catching.

This is a kind of necromancy - snooping technique, as long as the necromancer has enough mental power, he can feedback the scene he sees in the line of sight of the undead servant to his eyes through the mysterious magic array.

In just an instant, that scene dispersed, and the magic array also dissipated into the air.

"The eighteenth. Asmo felt the instant death of his eighteenth undead servant, and muttered with shriveled lips, "There are many strong people outside the ruins, it seems that it is time to leave." ”

As he spoke, Asmore looked up at the outside of the cave and muttered, "Before you leave, it's better to get rid of this eyeless thing that pops up out of nowhere." ”

In all directions of the Death Mountains, countless black shadows rushed towards the valley.

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