Boom!!

The mound arched, the earth splashed, and tens of thousands of soul-bound corpses came out one after another.

Stomp, stomp!

"Prepare for war! Fire oil! ”

Naturally, this kind of anomaly had already been informed to the clan by the great shaman, and the dwarven warriors hurried to prepare for defense.

Arrows have no effect on the undead, and fire is a better choice.

Kyle sighed, feeling a little helpless in his heart: "I could have sealed these undead in the ground, but unfortunately ......"

He said to the handsome young man next to him, "Lord Ainpur, let's attack." ”

Originally, the Great Shaman wanted to transform the surrounding ground into rocks, so as to completely imprison these undead spirits underground, which could be easily solved without violating Gaia's ban on harming native creatures.

Just when the Great Shaman began to cast spells.

The steel dragon suddenly appeared and stopped the dwarf's actions.

At the same time, he also claimed that he had come here to investigate the anomalies of the gnolls.

In the face of Kyle's proposal, the steel dragon once again vetoed: "Wait a minute, I need to know what the Throne of Bones is really doing, and I must not act rashly, because it is small and it is too big." ”

"It's fine."

Kyle doesn't have the slightest doubt about the steel dragon.

It's one thing to have a good relationship or not, but as a metal dragon, as Ainple himself said, anyone can be a member of the Throne of Bones, except for the metal dragon.

"Uh-huh......"

As if summoned by some kind of summoning, the soulbound corpse kept moving in the same direction.

"Master Kyle, would you be interested in investigating with me?" Ainpur asked suddenly.

After a moment's thought, Kyle nodded in agreement.

"It's good!"

…………

This is not just the case in Greystone Village, but in the entire Seven Cities region.

Outside of an ordinary Imperial village......

Swish!

The blade flashed with cold light, and the head of the soul-bound corpse was instantly cut off to the ground.

It rolled a long way.

And the headless corpse also lost control in an instant, and never moved again after falling to the ground.

"Uh-huh......"

As if sensing the 'death' of his companion behind him, the soul-bound corpse in front of him turned around, ignoring the mercenary who had just made a move and was waiting for him at this time, picked up the head on the ground and returned to its original direction again.

The wanderer who had just made a move was stunned for a moment, and then shouted to the large army in the rear: "Commander, it seems that they will not attack!" ”

The mercenary captain sees everything in his eyes.

After hearing the shouts of the regimental members, a new order was immediately issued.

"Chop their heads to pieces."

It seemed that he was impressed by the behavior of the soul-bound corpse picking up the head, so he verified it.

"Understood!"

After receiving the order, the wanderer's steps were like the wind, and a few jumps appeared at the side of a soulbound corpse.

Pull it!

Boom!

This time, the sword slashed across the jackal's forehead, cutting off half of its head. Immediately after, a puff of black-green smoke erupted from his brain, emitting an unpleasant smell.

"Ahem!"

The wanderer hastened to wrap himself in a magic veil.

I'm afraid that the black and green mist is poisonous.

Unlike just now, the other soulbound corpses did not make any action this time, and continued to move forward at the speed of ordinary jogging, as if they knew that their companions had completely disappeared and could not be saved.

"XXX, come back!!" The mercenary leader glanced around vigilantly, his expression frightened.

As a super-rank, his perception is far stronger than that of his own team members.

After the wanderer slashed the head of the soul-bound corpse, a great terror struck him, and the elemental energy around him was even more active to the level of riot, as if fanatical fans were welcoming the arrival of the idol.

"Commander, this ......" The wanderer had just cut off the two ears of the gnoll's soul-bound corpse when he heard his own leader's words.

This puzzled him.

Sharpsburg issued a bounty, each pair of gnolls ears was worth a silver dragon, and the official soldier was a golden dragon3.

Tens of thousands of gnolls...... Even if you become an undead, your ears still work, and how much does it add up!

Seeing the hesitation on the wanderer's face, the mercenary leader shouted: "xxx, come back!" Our mission is to defend the village and not get into unnecessary trouble. "The regimental commander also deliberately accentuated the tone of 'superfluous trouble' to remind the loiterers.

"Understood!!"

The wanderer was shocked.

The undead are a problem for the Empire, and these mercenaries can't jump out and take the initiative to block the Empire.

Just get the job done.

……

"You know each other!"

After the mercenary walked away, an epic lich emerged from nothingness.

It gathers the black-green mist and packs it into a soul-binding crystal, although the quality is a little low, but the number of sacrifices should not be too small, so as not to be jealous of the Maharaja's dissatisfaction.

Most of the mercenary groups saw the situation clearly, and they did not act rashly in the face of the soul-binding corpse.

But there is never a shortage of people who are hungry for profit.

In the final analysis, mercenaries are not self-disciplined when they follow the rules, and the God of War Temple evaluates their credibility, if they are found to have done something bad, the evaluation will be lowered, affecting future tasks.

In the face of the 'walking gold coin' of the soul-bound corpse, there are people who can't restrain their greed.

Each group of soulbound corpses is guarded by the ** master of the House of Eternity, plus their super-level undead minions, the mercenaries can't resist at all.

So......

They're all dead!!

The soul is returned to the jealous Maharaja, and the corpse becomes part of the army of the undead.

…………

On the Imperial Highway made of stone magic, 10,000 soulbound corpses are jogging forward.

Behind them, the four 'humans', Kyle, Einpool, Silwin, and Poetry, as well as Fenrir and Ryan, followed the corpses.

With their strength, the speed of the corpse herd is no different from that of a snail.

It's tracking, but it's no different from walking.

Therefore, several people can also talk and walk: "Master Kyle, what do you think about death?" Ainpur asked suddenly.

"Death?"

Kyle thought about it, the steel dragon didn't have a good relationship with him, and asking this kind of question was obviously a shallow conversation, maybe he was grasping the handle of his behavior and finding a reason to check his memory.

So, Kyle intends to confuse the past.

"I don't think so, I'm too young to think about it."

"Yes......" Ainpour didn't care much about Kyle's answer, and said to himself, "In my opinion, death is not a curse, but a gift, a baptism. ”

"Before we were born, we had some different identities and races, but after the baptism of death, we all became the same, that is, ......"

"Undead!!"

Ainple looked at Kyle, who looked surprised.

"Reacquainted, I'm Ainpur, the Grand Envoy of the Throne of Bones, codenamed 'Steel Tooth'!"

Kyle: "......"

This empire is hopeless!!

Even metal dragons can rebel, let alone dragonborns and humans.

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Kyle asked, speechless.

"Suck!!"

Ainpur took a deep breath and gave Kyle a complicated look.

"With my death, I will give you calamity."

"Huh?"

Before Kyle could understand the sentence......

Burst!!

A dagger instantly pierced the steel dragon's chest, and the hand holding the dagger was the steel dragon's own!