Uloran had already explained Zhang Xiaowang's identity to these subordinates through telepathy, and as a fellow clan who had been waiting in the desert with Uloran for eight hundred years, they naturally knew what the identity of this young human man meant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

More than a dozen undead generals turned over and got out of the wolf, swayed over in a fluttering manner, and gave a standard modern military salute to Zhang Xiaowang, and then more than a dozen hoarse and ethereal voices sounded at the same time: "Hello sir!" ”

That is, a person like Zhang Xiaowang, who has been subjected to super stimulation for two or three consecutive days, can still make a calm appearance - although it is only pretended. Changing to another person, he suddenly saw so many ghosts coming towards him, and he also had his own soul sound effect, and he had the strength to shout for help.

After these dozen or so undead generals introduced their identities, Zhang Xiaowang had a further understanding of the legion establishment of the undead legion.

The twelve legions of the undead consisted of several columns, each of about a thousand men; Below the column was the brigade, about five hundred people; Under the brigade is the squadron, generally about 100 people; Below the squadron were squads, about ten or so people. These dozen or so undead are all the high-ranking commanders in the legion.

Zhang Xiaowang was obviously not used to being shouted under the watchful eye of all the ghosts, and he waved his hand after a long time: "Comrades have worked hard......

This time, thousands of undead roared at the same time: "Sir, hard work! This ghostly roar was accompanied by the howls of those wolves, and for a moment the desert suddenly became gloomy and ghostly.

"Ahem, aren't you all supposed to be from eight hundred years ago, and that's how the military salute used to be?" Zhang Xiaowang's eyelids jumped for a while, and he casually found a topic and asked more than a dozen undead officers.

Uloran pointed to his head, "Sir, we have always had a limited understanding of the current era. In the past, it was a bit troublesome, and I could only sneak into the city in the dead of night to find out information, and I was often discovered. But it's been much better over the years.,Human WIFI signals are everywhere.,We just need to adjust the frequency of the electrocardiogram to go online.,We haven't watched less of those human TV series.。 ”

The ghost can also automatically connect to WIFI, and can also watch TV series online? Well, Zhang Xiaowang felt that there was nothing he couldn't accept now—at least that was what he thought before Uroran opened the Lianliankan game out of thin air.

"Sir, look, we can also download some apps to our memory." Uloran Meizi clicked on the game interface and operated it a few times.

More than a dozen undead officers seemed to think that this was a way to please their superiors, and they also opened various small games such as military chess, chess, and backgammon, and some officers even opened a news client, which looked like entertainment gossip. The most exaggerated is ...... There are quite a few ghost wolves who actually play fruit ninja......

All kinds of colorful APP interfaces made the entire army of the undead colorful for a while, and the previous terrifying and murderous atmosphere was swept away, but it was more like a light show.

ZHANG XIAOWANG'S MOUTH WAS ONLY CLOSED AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF THE MAGE LEGION, IN FACT, THE MOBILITY OF THE MAGE LEGION WAS STRONGER THAN THAT OF THE WOLF CAVALRY REGIMENT, BUT JUST NOW THEY WENT TO EACH LEGION TO APPLY THE ACCELERATED BUFF, SO THEY WERE ONE STEP LATER THAN THE CAVALRY REGIMENT.

With the arrival of the mage legion, a more powerful green wave appeared in the distance. This can no longer be described as a wave, it is simply a ghost storm of the scale of a sandstorm, countless undead emitting a brilliant green light, or flying in the air, or urging horses to gallop, or wind under their feet, as if the entrance to hell has been opened, and countless undead are surging from it.

If there are satellites passing by at this time, you can see this strange scene happening in the Taklamakan Desert, the green waves are like living seawater, breaking away from a majestic sandstorm, forming a green ocean surging in the opposite direction of the sandstorm.

How big is the army of the undead made up of hundreds of thousands of energy lifeforms? The Bird's Nest of the National Stadium in China can only accommodate 91,000 people at most, and how much more than 100,000 here? There are no less than tens of thousands of ghost horses, ghost leopards, and ghost wolves as mounts alone, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a sea of ghosts in front of you.

Of course, at the same time as this ghost sea, there is also the howling of ghosts like a mountain and a tsunami......

Uroran's figure suddenly floated into the air, and the ghost sea instantly fell silent like a windless sea, only occasionally there was a crackling sound of energy splitting and jumping.

The lightning sword in the hand of the undead female general suddenly pointed at the night sky: "Brothers! We have been wandering in this world for thousands of years! All races reject us, fear us, and resist us...... We have been on this wandering road for so long that it seems that there will never be an end in sight! ”

The ethereal voice trembled slightly, and it was the excitement that Uloran could not suppress at the moment: "However, the one who made the promise that spanned tens of thousands of light years ago a thousand years ago...... That promise to give us a kingdom of the dead! Now it is finally promised! We finally have our home! ”

The light of Wu Luolan's whole body lit up, and the lightning sword pierced the night sky again and again: "Now, under the leadership of Marshal Zhang Xiaowang, we will finally solve the mystery of the undead clan, find the ultimate mystery of our existence, and embark on the road of belonging to our souls!" ”

"The undead are immortal!"

The last sigh-like words of the undead female general instantly detonated the audience, and the voices of hundreds of thousands of ghosts suddenly stirred up in the ghost sea like a tsunami.

"Long live the Promiser! Long live the undead! ”

"Long live the marshal! Long live the general! The undead are immortal! ”

Of course, there are also some of the second undead chanting "For the undead!" the League! ”

In this case, Zhang Xiaowang can only choose automatic filtering.

But he had at least deduced from Uloran's words about the fate of the undead, and the reason for Uloran's excitement when he saw the storage space just now.

Not to mention that the current human society cannot accept it, and even refuses to admit the existence of the undead. Even in ancient times, these undead were an outlier who were excluded by various races, because whether they were gods or monsters, they had at least a physical body. And the undead, an ethereal and ethereal energy lifeform, is undoubtedly the most difficult existence to be recognized and understood.

They are born excluded from the whole world, and even the spiritual and material things of this world cannot be accepted by them - such as the ultimate needs of living beings, food and reproduction.

They are in this world, but they have almost no contact with 99% of this world, and they can only wander alone in the shadows - not knowing why they came to be born, and they don't know what they can do.

Until a female undead suddenly rose up in ancient times, she was the first undead to appeal to this world, and she had only one need: to live in this world as bright as other races. With her unprecedented strength, she defeated all the powerful people who tried to obliterate her, and gathered all the undead who wandered in every corner of the world under her command, and the ultimate goal of doing all this was to establish a kingdom of the undead in this world.

She almost made it.

When she was one step away from success, a mysterious creature that had spanned tens of thousands of light years stopped her. Just in the middle of his hand, 100,000 undead were drained of energy, and all of them couldn't move. Just when Uloran thought that the destruction of the undead was just around the corner, and she began to hate herself for bringing all her people together to incur this annihilation, the mysterious visitor did not attack further.

The mysterious visitor shrouded himself and Uloran in a mysterious glow and talked for a long time. No one knew what their conversation was, and the undead present only knew that after a few days, the mysterious luster suddenly disappeared, and the reappeared Uroran was no longer as sharp as before, and her eyes added a sense of mission that other undead did not have.

Uroran's first order after reappearing was an expedition, an ancient expedition from Europe to Asia. From the first day of the expedition, the army of the undead that once shook the entire world seemed to have evaporated from the earth, never to be seen by mortals again.

Only those veteran alien beings know what kind of expedition the undead legion has taken.

They cross oceans, through snowy fields, over mountains, and travel only between the middle of the night and the early hours of the morning, just to avoid the human eye as much as possible. The tens of thousands of kilometers of the expedition took hundreds of years to reach the final point, the Taklamakan Taklamakan Taklamakan

Later, even those veteran alien beings never heard of them again, and no one thought that they had crossed tens of thousands of kilometers and spent thousands of years on a tribal expedition only because of the promise of a mysterious visitor.

Zhang Xiaowang may not have thought of everything, but at least it is part of the truth, that is, the mysterious visitor is from the Shenyuan Empire, and this mysterious visitor made a promise to the undead a thousand years ago.

And a thousand years later, he came here as the promiser of that promise.

However, the mysteries of the undead mentioned in Uroran's words, and the path of their souls that they have struggled to find—this promise does not seem to be as simple as more than one kingdom.

Or is it not a promise, but a prophecy that has spanned millennia?