Chapter 0150 Investigates the Undead Realm

The Spectre and Skeletron bumped into each other and began to count his troops.

Ice Demon, level 11.

Dark Knight, level 7, 3.

Vampire Count, level 6, 11.

Ice Banshee, level 4, 3.

Bat Demon, level 4, 2 pcs.

This amount of troops is really a bit sad in the vast undead world, but with two broad-minded cemetery heroes and a master with constant support, it can be regarded as a standard pioneering force.

Skeletron and the ghost also know the situation on the master's side, this is already the largest batch of reinforcements that can be squeezed out, and there may be follow-up reinforcements, but they are definitely rare. After all, there are still 2 complete cemetery cities over there that need to be guarded, and you can't drain all the middle and high-level troops at will.

When I first arrived in the world of the undead, I didn't know the situation around me, so it was better to be steady. As soon as the two discussed, Skeletron and his troops began to patrol the surroundings with the Primordial Peak (the name just given), and the Ghost Ice Demon and a bat demon explored into the distance, trying to find out the surrounding information.

After finalizing the charter, the ghost jumped on a bat demon with the ice demon and set off in a random direction.

Flying at an altitude of 100 meters, below are undulating hills, and occasionally one or two staggering figures can be seen wandering below, and there are no groups of undead creatures in sight. If it weren't for the endless negative energy breath that filled the heavens and the earth, it would make people wonder if this was the legendary undead realm, a plane of death.

The ghost watched the eerie forest, the gray-black river, and the bare hills quickly skimming under his feet. The sky was gray, the clouds were like lead, and the wind was like a knife, so oppressive that people wanted to go crazy.

Looking through the clouds, it was an endless blanket of ash. There was a little bit of light in the gray, but I didn't know where it came from.

After a long distance, maybe 300 miles, a large number of wriggling figures gradually appeared below, and when they saw the black shadows flying across the sky, they all looked up at the sky, and let out a meaningless roar of "ho-ho", and followed the flow on the ground.

The ghost's eyesight is excellent, and even at a height of 100 meters, the subtleties of the ground are still visible in front of him. Looking down, I was surprised to find that they were all zombies, but they were different from the zombies I had seen before, the carrion on my body had turned black and hard, and it looked like it was covered with a cuticle. Only from the analysis of the vicious Cheng dù, the combat power has far exceeded the zombies produced in the cemetery.

With the circulation of the zombie group, several of the more peculiar ones chased after the front, which aroused the interest of the ghosts. All the light brown muscles on the bodies of these 5 zombies are twisted into vines, looking powerful, and there are some tattered leather armor and chain mail covering their bodies, holding various weapons of length or short, which looks full of majesty.

Could it be a zombie warrior, a special zombie transformed from a living who knows martial arts?

While scrutinizing it carefully, the ghost compared it with the undead illustrated book in his mind, and roughly estimated the type and strength of the other party. This kind of zombie warrior is far more powerful than ordinary zombies, but it is weaker than the advanced black warrior of zombies, if it can be subdued, it is a good subordinate of the guard.

Briefly noted down the terrain of this area and the types and numbers of zombies distributed, and the ghost slapped the bat demon under him. The bat demon flapped its wings, changed direction, and quickly shook off the chase of the zombies below him, and slashed away in the other direction.

It's a dead world!

The ghosts are far away, and many patterns that are common in human society can be vaguely discerned here. Tens of thousands of years have passed, houses will fester, collapse and rot to ashes, trees will wither and wither, rivers will deteriorate into dry rivers, mountains will weather day and night into beehives, but the pattern of the earth is still there. Rivers will dry up, but the channels formed by the currents will still remain; The forest is gone, but there are always some withered old trees that still stand; The towns and villages were gone, but the dirt, which was far darker than elsewhere, still framed its size.

Bit by bit information is summed up, and the ghost's mind can already sketch out the scene of this place. The ghost is not a historian, and he has no interest in studying the historical changes of the undead world, but he can't stand the hobby of his master, so he has developed the habit of combing through the local historical development everywhere he goes.

How many races have ever lived in this world? How did the world come to an end?

Leave this problem to the master who loves to read to explore, and his main task now is to understand what races live in this world now? Therefore, the continuous flight, everywhere you go, will lower the flight altitude, observe the people who are attracted out, and make detailed records.

Flying around like this, I finally poked the hornet's nest.

It's a ghost home. It may have been a vast forest a long time ago, but now there are only sparse dead trees 3-5 meters high, and there are about 100 trees in sight. As soon as the bat demon descended above the dead woods, it alarmed the residents here. More than a dozen illusory and vague ghosts drilled out of each dead tree, threatening the bat demon with their teeth and claws, and when they gathered enough of a certain number, they immediately rushed into the sky and swooped towards the bat demon.

The ghost snorted coldly, and carried the ice demon behind him in front of him, stretched out his hand, and the ice demon took out his most powerful ice storm and hit the group of ghosts head-on. The 11th-level ice demon's quasi-spell was no less powerful than the 6th-order spell, and it immediately brought annihilation to this group of ghosts who didn't know what to do, and all the ones in front of them burst and died, and the ones behind were blown by the blue ice wind, and fell to the sky with frost flowers all over their bodies.

Seeing that it was good, he took it, and saw another group of ghosts pounce on him, and the ghost commanded the bat demon to climb high in the air again, and the ice demon used the ice storm again to slow down the other party's speed, and then he got rid of their entanglement.

The ghost also discovered that the undead creatures in the undead realm were extremely aggressive, far more ferocious and fierce than the undead creatures in the Klein Continent. The low-level undead of the Klein Continent will naturally fear and avoid when they encounter the undead of a higher rank than themselves, but here, the suppression of the rank is not so obvious, and strength is more important than anything else.

Perhaps the undead realm has been disconnected from the outside world for too long, so the undead creatures can only evolve by devouring the soul fire of the weak, and too single ascension methods lead to their lawlessness, and they only obey the orders of the strongest.

In addition, the ghosts also found that this place is centered on ethnic groups, and usually people who can live together are of one race, and it is rare for them to live together. Within each race, you can see some special evolved individuals, who are strong in force and fierce in battle. And these groups are also constantly at war with each other, and it is common to see some fragments of bones and corpses at the junction.

With the strong corrosiveness of the negative energy of the undead realm, so many corpse fragments can be piled up, which shows the intensity and frequency of war. Moreover, there are many undead creatures here, the smallest clusters are hundreds, and the large clusters are often thousands. However, a large circle was drawn around the primordial peak, and the undead group found a lot, but the high-level undead who could communicate were not found at all, and all they saw were stupid guys who lacked intelligence and only acted instinctively.

Do you really have to deal with the lord?

With the information he discovered, the ghost set out on his way back. In the undead realm where there is no day and no obvious road signs, she doesn't dare to run too far, otherwise it will be a big problem just to position.

By the time the ghost landed on the primordial peak, he had already found that there were more than a dozen zombies in the team, but those who were obviously missing arms and thighs seemed to have just been bullied.

Skeletron has also returned, and these dozen zombies are the result of the trip. The undead creatures in the undead world are too ferocious, even with the rank of Dark Knight, Skeletron's power can't be suppressed, so they can only loosen their muscles and bones, which can only suppress many "thorns".

The two heroes stood side by side, and after a simple exchange of consciousness, they had a rough understanding of the surrounding situation, and also formulated the basic plan for the next step.

The team must be expanded, and the native natives must surrender one by one, otherwise with this little cemetery class alone, it will only fight fewer and fewer, and finally perish in the endless sea of the undead. In addition, the owner's request should also be verified quickly, that is, is an undead creature with intelligence considered a sapient creature? This is especially important. This is a very important matter related to whether the cemetery castle can be established smoothly, otherwise you can only hope that the owner will smuggle some corpses from the mainland. With the current egg pain attribute of the spatial rift, the corpse that was needed was gone.

The more you study the ethnic groups here, the more troublesome it becomes. Take zombies as an example, they only believe in the respect of the strong, and will not agree with the human hierarchy of zombies, if the Skeleton King, the king of the skeleton clan, comes to a certain skeleton group, he still has to fight and then say, there will never be a Zài Skeleton King raised his arms and shouted, and the bloody scene of ten thousand skeletons followed. All kinds of troubles made the two heroes who were mainly steady and ruthless scratch their heads, and every shortcut was blocked, so they could only rely on their fists to fight all the way.

After analyzing the topographical map and creature distribution drawn by the ghost, Skeletron selected a zombie community of several hundred "people", and took this small community to try to verify the master's conjecture first.

With a wave of his hand, the troops that had just turned around gathered and set off again, and the zombie skeletons that were subdued were left to clean up the entire primordial peak, providing an excellent habitat for the subsequent captives. Of course, the main reason for not bringing these zombie skeletons is that they're too slow.

The journey of hundreds of miles can be said to be instantaneous, and for the undead creatures who have no concept of time, what governs their actions is an instinct that wants to evolve from the bottom of their hearts. There is a lot of negative energy between heaven and earth, but they can only slowly strengthen their physical bodies and strengthen their soul fire, this speed is too slow, and the consciousness in the dark tells them that they need to be faster.

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