The undead have souls, the green soul flame is burning in the bones and heads of the skeletons, and a little green light can be seen in the gaps of the skeleton's skulls, here is their only weakness, only by crushing the soul of the undead, can it really be destroyed, otherwise you can crush his bones into slag and burn them to ashes, and it will only make him lose his combat effectiveness and be unable to act.

The skeleton's soul is not their living soul. When a life dies, its soul is either taken away by the gods, or swallowed by the long river of fate, without the help of external forces It is almost impossible to continue to stay in the body, so the soul of the undead is completely a newly born existence under the erosion of the breath of death, and the soul level is not much higher than that of mice and rabbits, because of this, most of the undead are not intelligent, and they wander aimlessly all day and night under the instinctive tendency. Because the power of a professional can be said to come entirely from the soul, even if the wandering body of the undead is a strong professional during his lifetime, this undead will not inherit his strength and professional level during his lifetime.

If it is the type of warrior whose soul and body are tempered together, maybe the undead who inherit the body can still have two or three professional levels as a "legacy", but if it is the type of mage who specializes in refining the soul, the strength of the undead who inherit the body will definitely drop greatly or even almost nothing.

Now among the undead wandering in the grove, there are about five undead who are obviously "dressed" more ornately, even if they are dirty and damaged, they can't hide the inscriptions on their armor and weapons that carry slight magic fluctuations, and the soul flames in their eyes are like green lanterns, unlike the other undead who are dumbfounded, these undead exude a hideous power all the time, they are like silent beasts patrolling their territory, and when they pass by, the surrounding undead will instinctively get out of the way.

Soon, the results of the system's analysis came out, and these undead actually had a warrior level, the lowest level two, the highest level four! This means that they were at least trainee level warriors during their lifetime!

A little in the middle of the woods, Punk even saw a figure wearing a robe, which showed that the unknown Camos army also had its own mage!

Punk's expression began to become subtle, there are several trainee-level powerhouses, and they are definitely the existence that can turn the tide of the war in the war of ordinary people, for a small kingdom like Camos, it is definitely the elite of the elite, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is "afraid to fall off in your hand, and afraid to melt in your mouth", but now, these elites are inexplicably wiped out in this inconspicuous little wasteland, if there is no major event involved?

But the punk doesn't care about these twists and turns of inexplicable thinking, he cares more about the wandering corpses themselves, or the equipment on these bone racks, those armor and weapons that emit a faint halo, even if they are eroded by the undead breath for a long time, there are still weak magic fluctuations, this kind of magic fluctuations how to deface it is also a magic equipment, even if it is decomposed and used as raw materials, it can be sold for two or three hundred gold coins, and ............

Punk looked at the two robe skeletons wandering in the depths of the woods, and he couldn't help but touch his smooth chin, knowing that there might be the full worth of a trainee powerhouse............

Punk finally decided to explore this woods, no matter how strong these skeletons were, they are still just a bunch of apprentice-level bones with no intelligence, and they are still sure to win the battle with two pieces of apprentice-level equipment, and Punk's powerful perception and analysis skills have not found any hidden dangers, so what is there to hesitate in the face of a large group of wealth that is close at hand? Although Punk does not like to take risks, it does not mean that he will let great opportunities slip away in vain!

"And............ I've got a good helper who is too aggressive, isn't it", Punk looked to the side, a sneer on his lips.

Not far from the Forest of the Dead, the priestess had already pulled out a round emblem encrusted with gems and was ready to fight!

"Miss Pastor, although we had some minor misunderstandings on the road, now that we are facing an evil enemy together, I think we can join forces." Punk gave the priestess an aristocratic salute, barely in a fluctuating tone. This priest is lower in rank than herself, and she has no good equipment, and if she really wants to "cleanse the evil", she will definitely consider her own proposal.

The priest seemed stunned for a moment, frowning, obviously embarrassed, but in the end, she chose the latter option between "fight alone after rejecting the disgusting mage" and "join forces to cleanse the evil", so she put on a look as if she had been greatly wronged, confessing to the Lord of the Dawn for her sins of cooperating with the mage in a volume loud enough for the punk to hear, and sparing no effort to belittle the mage, while praying for the forgiveness of the gods with tears in her eyes.

Although Punk knew that this was a compromise from the priest, he still listened more and more angrily, and wanted to give her a shot of damage and send her to the Lord of Dawn of Shlauzi, and finally Punk simply ignored the nonsense of this religious madman, and he began to prepare a spell in meditation!

First, a secondary ejection technique hit the third-level apprentice skeleton warrior holding a long sword closest to him, like a spell whispered in a dream, and disappeared ethereally, and then, the secondary ejection technique flashed a streamer with a whistling light, and accurately hit the head of the undead, only to see that the stone wrapped in kinetic energy by the secondary catapult technique was about to rush into the eye socket of the undead, shattering the burning soul flame, but at this critical moment, the skeleton holding the sword actually quickly opened its head sideways with the physical memory that he had exercised before his death, making the punk spell empty。

The undead tilted its head for a moment, and then saw the soul flame glow brightly, and the emerald green flames even burned to the brow bone in its eye sockets, and it opened its mouth to the point of almost dislocation, and let out a silent roar at the punk—he was enraged.

The priest girl on the other side did not show weakness, only to see her bow her head, holding the round badge close to her chest, accompanied by the ethereal and firm prayer more and more loud, as soon as the golden gorgeous warhammer phantom became more and more condensed above the head of another helmeted second-level skeleton warrior, and in just two seconds, it became as indistinguishable as a real hammer.

The hammer fell with lightning speed, and the hammer that landed on the skull burned with fiery golden flames, and the skull's magnificent helmet was immediately covered with cracks, and the golden flame passed through the gaps in the armor with floating gray dots, and the skull inside was scorched.

The undead twisted every joint in pain, and the bones of his body groaned, but his bones once belonged to a trainee powerhouse, and the excellent elemental resistance of the trainee warrior allowed him to withstand this attack.

The soul flame in the undead's eye dimmed a little against the shattered helmet, but it still rushed towards the priestess in a rage!

At the same time, the undead provoked by the punk also began to charge him, and the gray-black undead dead qi wrapped around the rusty long sword, and wisps of gray mist penetrated and drifted away through the gaps in the undead armor!

The punk who had opened the secondary skew position was already in full swing, and with his deep blue eyes, he looked at the skeleton warrior who was holding a long sword and rushed out more than three meters away with a single lunge. Opening his lips slightly, he sighed in a faint tone!

"It's time for the show, baby!"