On the sixth day, when the first rays of the sun shone on the city of beginnings, Le Wuwu woke up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He touched his neck, and the big hole was gone.

The skin on his neck was as smooth as ever, and he touched it, and there was not a single scar on his neck.

"That's good! That pill works so well! Le Wuwu sighed to himself.

Suddenly, there was an earthquake in the distance, like a group of extremely large creatures running across the ground.

He looked through the window and into the distance. This quake-like sound was generated by heroes running up one by one. Each of them was three-fifths as tall as an Ancient Guardian, and a full three thousand meters tall as giants.

They came running from a distance, followed by solemn treemen. These green legions of treants are held back by the heroes. They zigzagged forward in a straight line, trembling and trembling.

One hero stood in the way of the treemen, slowing them down as much as they could. And they did succeed. At this time, the ghouls of the Scourge side had already come to the side of the Ancient Guardian. The Ancient Guardian raised his kilometer-long arm and lifted a boulder, large enough to destroy the entire City of Initiation, and smashed it into the ghouls who rushed to the front.

The ghoul, nearly two thousand meters high, cried out in pain. The stone smashed their disgusting heads, and the bodies that lost their heads flowed with dark green blood, still moving forward step by step.

The necromancer in the back giggled, their smile could stop the child's night cry, cold, and the breath of death spread to the front of the staff as he raised his bone staff.

At that moment, as if he was smiling, he mockingly looked at the entire inhabitants of the City of Initiation: "Undead, revive!" ”

The incantation of "coax, ha, touch, tart" echoed above the entire City of Initiation, and all mortals were awakened in their sleep.

Le Wuwu could feel his blood stirring, another force in his body was stirring, he clearly knew any syllable of this spell, if it was not suppressed, he could also summon the undead, powerful, another race with memories of life, the undead.

The battle horn resounded throughout the Beginning City, and the creatures of the sky continued to fly out, surrounding the sky above the Beginning City, watching everything outside the city vigilantly.

Le Wuwu quickly ran to the room of Ba Xuan, Zhang Luolin, Xiang Yang and Mu Meng, woke them up who were still drowsy, and took them to the cellar of this room, without the slightest combat power, they could only hide in this room.

The voices of the powerhouses of the Ninth City echoed throughout the City of Initiation: "Everyone hide, this battle is not something you can resist!" Even if, the undead. ”

Le Wuwu is about to step out of the house to understand the power of the undead, this is a danger, but also an opportunity. His feet hung in the air, his mind hesitated, and finally, he gave up and turned. He has to listen to the strong.

"I'm not strong enough right now, I need to follow behind them." Joyfree said to himself. He stepped back and closed the door.

At the last moment when the door closed, he glanced at the location of the Guards hero. At this time, the fire girl walked next to the ancient guardian, and the fragrance of the girl spread throughout the city.

The men and women who smelled it were unconsciously intoxicated, forgetting everything that had happened before, even the invasion of the undead.

"Drink!" The powerhouse of the ninth city let out a loud shout, and his voice quickly shocked some of the creatures who were in the fourth life or above. Their stats were already very low, and it took ten seconds for them to regain their composure.

As the fire girl approached, the men who looked up left nosebleeds. They were like ants with human minds, looking up at the girl in the skirt who walked past them.

Handsome captains, beautiful Windrangers, and all sorts of heroes walk past the Ancient Guardians, mending their swords and fighting against the mages of the Scourge.

The Troant Legion came to the side of the Ancient Guardian when there was only one Ghoul left. The staff of the raptor druid's shimmered green glow with life, and any creature touched by this glow felt warm, while the ghoul roared wildly.

Huge rocks smashed down on the necromancer's body, smashing into his fragile body. His emaciated body staggered in front of the boulder, like a boat in the sea. Fireballs, waves, shadows, evil powers, enemy hero attacks, and own hero attacks flew towards him.

At the end of his life, he ignored these attacks, he looked mockingly at the guards bird of prey druids, he looked at the inhabitants struggling to survive in the city of the Beginning with pity, and he shouted to the city of the beginning in the voice of the "ants": "Death is your final destination." The real trial has just begun! Hahaha! ”

Colorful light enveloped his body, and his body turned into a cloud of air, turning into a cloud of gold coins. A huge exclamation point appeared from his corpse, as if questioning his own hero, why did he attack his own people.

His aura melted into the City of Beginnings. For all the heroes who are fighting and mending their swords, they no longer care about this little thing.

The necromancer's breath after death melted into the earth and entered an ant hole. Just like in life, if you are concentrating on playing with your mobile phone, will you notice a drop of dark green water dripping into an ant hole?

"Clansmen, get up and have a big meal!" His voice echoed throughout the City of Beginnings.

"It's a big meal! Dinner! Phew! His voice lingered over the City of Beginnings.

Withered arms burst out of the streets of the City of Beginnings, grabbing the ankles of the nearest creatures, and the dry, pale, sharp fingertips plunged into their flesh.

The attacked creatures immediately lost three points of health, and this attack immediately panicked the creatures on the street, according to this attack, once they were attacked three times, they were only left with a drop of blood.

Their arms crossed the marble pavement and crawled out of the ground in one fell swoop. At first, they covered their eyes filled with blue flames with their bony claws. They roared in the sky, venting their loneliness that had been buried for thousands of years.

Name: Undead

Health: 30/30

Magic: 0/0

Attack: 3

Defense: 1

Strength: 3

Dexterity: 1

Intelligence: 0

Skill: Sense Life: They are the enemies of life, and their resurgence is a desecration of life.

Explanation: They are the dry bones that have been buried for thousands of years, and the resurrected ones are provoking all living beings: either we will never turn over, or you all get out!

The attributes of the army of the undead are not very high, and they have not reached the point of despair.

A race that had been fighting the undead shouted into the sky, "You trash, you have the audacity to provoke us. ”

"Huh!" All the undead who closed their eyes laughed. They resolutely opened their eyes and lowered their hand bones that blocked the sunlight. Let the scorching sun purify their mutilated bodies. "If not! If not, if we were not buried for thousands of years, you, you, hehe, what qualifications do you have to provoke us. ”

The scorching sunlight suppressed the soul fire in their eyes to the size of a grain of rice. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the creatures standing next to the undead immediately took up their weapons and beckoned to the eyes of the undead, and as long as the soul fire was extinguished, the undead would truly die.

Their first attack was successful, it was a weakness attack, and the undead dropped a third of their health at once. All the undead lost 10 health.

"Not bad! Not bad! To give! I! Adapt! They roared, ignoring the attack of the creatures next to them, their eyes fixed on the sun, into the brightest symbol. They are like prisoners who have been pinned down, desperately trying to break free from their shackles.

The necromancer opened the entrance to the prison with the door hidden, and they were on their own, on their own, and on their own. Necromancy is also a race, a race that is born in opposition to life.

A glimmer of golden flame appeared in their dark blue soul fire, and they absorbed the energy of the sun, forcing themselves to adapt to it. No living creature could feel the pain they were suffering, and the whole time, they roared and roared into the sky.

The undead cannot live in the light in the open, it is the unchanging eternity of every world, and they are rebels intent on changing this great limitation.

"Setbacks are not terrible, what is terrible is that we can't even raise the consciousness of resistance. Once again, we will show him our reflections. We, the Guilty Ones, will destroy you until the end of the struggle. "They profess to be guilty, and the dead get up again and stand in opposition to the living.

"Even if you get up again, since you can be buried in the ground for thousands of years, we living people will definitely bury you in the ground again, and you will not be able to live forever." The creatures of the City of Initiation sneered at each other.

As for the creatures of the Ninth City, they looked at the deceased who had crawled out of the City of Initiation one by one, revealing deep contemplation, they had a bold guess, but they didn't know whether their guess was right or wrong.

The Sin Clan sneered, bathing in the sun, enjoying the warmth they had not seen for a long time. "It's so warm! It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've seen sunshine like this. What a beautiful world! You are so simple! Just like us at that time! Plain cuteness! ”

"Haha! We will definitely show you the cruelty of the world, a hell that is crueler than hell! Free Hunt! ”

"Hunt freely!"

"Hunt freely!" Voices resounded in the City of Beginnings. Standing in the sunlight again, the Sinners revealed their horrors to the creatures around them. Now, the creatures of the City of Origin are all the second batch of entrants. They may have a slight advantage in the early stage, but when they come into contact with the inhabitants of the real high-energy or even the most elite worlds, their disadvantages are clear.

The number of people is indeed very important, but no matter what the world, there will always be strong people who cannot be judged by the number of people.

The white bone claws directly tore through the stomachs of the creatures, tearing apart the so-called protective measures on their bodies. Every organ of their body is a weapon of attack, claws, knees, kicks, and even the simplest of toes. Can you imagine what it feels like when a sharp toe bone is pierced into your vital parts? Their strength crushes these creatures, their speed makes them unmatched, they are the undead with eternal physical strength, and their battle wisdom can match that of hundreds of battle lions.

They tear through the formation like wolves, and like ants, they work together to deal with the hard bones. They will use tools, whatever they are, poisonous, shovels, wolf teeth, and they are proficient in everything.

A slender and long wooden stick was wielded into a murderous weapon by one of the undead, and the high-speed spinning stick was like entering a no-man's land. No living creature could block his blow, no, not all the time, they could only watch as their health bar dropped to its lowest point all at once, down to 0. The undead are not terrible, and the undead with the will to live are the most terrifying killing machines.

"How? The living. Now, do you dare to look sarcastically at those of us who have already died once? The club-wielding undead stopped, mockingly looking at the living who stood cowering in the distance. They had shovels and hoes, but no living creature dared to step forward. One hit kills, which is also terrifying.

"Impossible, you were so strong in life, how could you die? How could you die? Why are you resurrected so simply? Isn't it said that the more powerful the deceased, the greater the cost of resurrection? Someone among the living shouted in disbelief. The faces of the other creatures were extremely ugly.

The undead with the stick smiled, he looked at the creatures flying in the sky, and shouted defiantly: "Wait! You will also face the most terrifying enemy of your life! We, stepping on your corpses, are walking towards a new life. ”

The gigantic heroes continue their battles on their tracks, and no hero cares about what happens to the tiny ants beneath their feet. The creatures flying in the air seemed to them to be nothing more than a few small flies.

"What's your name?" The legion dedicated to the service of the strongest arrived here, and from their tattered armor, it was clear that they must have gone through an extremely difficult struggle. The leader of the legion asked about the undead in front of him. This is the most formidable enemy they have encountered in the course of the clearance.

The undead recalled, his bones moving a few times, and more and more of the undead were also moving their bones. "Ever since I died, I have no name, and since you say the name, I will name myself, Sin-12, the twelfth-ranked little undead in the entire world of the dead."

Before the Legion could give the order to attack, the undead attacked. They danced and danced rhythmically. Rotating their arms 360 degrees, supporting with one foot and rotating with the other, their mouths open and close, making the deepest and most surging voices.

They dance the waltz of the dead, forward, sway, move left, slide right, and the energetic music resounds throughout the city. At that moment, their chronological acceleration reached its maximum, and they threw their weapons, shovels and hoes forming spears that densely filled the sky.

As soon as they threw out the weapons in their hands, they turned around and slid down, and then sprinted, neat formations, dense military formations, and the shining bone knives, and their hands were knives.

"In the dance, let yourself bloom to your heart's content! I forgot to tell you that I, Sin 12, was a dancer in my lifetime. "Sin-12 spun his body, slicing through all the creatures that stood in their way, the target, the best-equipped legion." In the waltz, burn your own silent blood! ”

"Sin needs to be washed away with blood. Loyalty, it needs to be witnessed with blood. ”