The fire of the soul condensed again, and the consciousness reawakened.

After the resurrection, the ghoul Duke suddenly came out from under the zombie dragon's body. As soon as he came out, he heard his mage boss, who was expressing a lot of nonsensical opinions as usual.

"Hey, you know what? Zombies, skeletons, and spirits, they have the most variants and derivatives of all the undead. In fact, many mages agree with the view that these three constitute the most fundamental basis of all undead creatures, and other kinds of undead creatures can be counted as deriving from these three, just like the three primary colors. Mage Cyril's voice was always so clear, "Now you can say anything that isn't a living thing, whatever, see if I can divide it into the three and give a relatively reasonable explanation." ”

No one responded, and as usual, everyone was busy with their own business - cleaning the battlefield and dividing the spoils, after all, such a huge zombie dragon was also a rare gain for them.

On the scene, only the mage himself was still talking to himself.

Dick snapped his deformed arm back and moved tentatively. Well, it doesn't seem like a big deal. Dick didn't ask for much, as long as he could move.

There was a lot of carrion on the ground that had fallen from the zombie dragons, and it was filthy black or brown, with an extremely strong stench, and a lot of dust. But Dick the ghoul didn't dislike it, he stabbed the nearest piece of carrion with the steel claw in his hand, put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, and then put it into his mouth and tore it in a big gulp.

Dragon meat, even if it is rotten and unlikely, is tougher than other meats. Dick closed the sharp teeth in his mouth repeatedly and chewed hard, and after several times, swallowed the half-soft and not hard raw dragon meat in his mouth.

And then another big mouthful. Every time he came back to life, he had an almost unquenchable insane appetite.

The foul smell on the rotten flesh is appetizing, and the sweetness of the negative energy fills every muscle texture of the rotten flesh, which Dick loves to taste. The dragon's carrion was much better than the zombie flesh that could be found everywhere in the Dark Realm, but it was slightly worse than the fresh, scarlet-soaked flesh.

However, it is almost impossible to find a piece of bloody flesh in the dark realm. There were a few mages in the Skull of Death who still had their human forms, but Dick didn't even dare to think about it.

"In my opinion, the essence of zombies is that they are corpses that can still move after death. The mage's voice came again, "And from this perspective, whether it's a death knight like Barrett and Rodney, or a vampire like me and Ophelia, they can actually be considered some kind of special derivatives of zombies. Even Dick ......"

Dick heard the mage call his name, "Hey, Dick, Dick, where have you gone? Did any of you see him?"

Dick stepped out of the shadow of the zombie dragon's wings and waved his carrion metal claws to reveal his presence to the crowd.

"Oh, my good Dick, you've always been so lazy. The mage smiled at him and said, "Of course, this is not a disadvantage, even for an energetic person like me, there are times when I am sleepy and lazy. However, in the middle of the battle, we have to keep ourselves focused and give it our all in order to win, and we have to learn more from me. ”

I wasn't lazy, I was just being crushed by this big guy!" Dick didn't say anything, just nodded. Alas, he had long been accustomed to being ignored.

Just like this time, a certain enemy who seemed to have a big background was tracked down, and then several arcane soldiers including his own mage were sent to intercept him.

Dick followed Mage Cyril, preparing to make a teleportation circle and teleport towards the area where the coordinates were already left. However, just because he accidentally glanced at the strange living life form next to the circle, he was directly left outside the teleportation array by Lord Cyril.

As an inferior undead, even though Dick rarely retains his consciousness and martial arts during his lifetime, he does not have the right to ride the teleportation circle independently.

Helpless, he could only run day and night, and it took about five days to successfully return to the mage. What's even more exaggerated is that at that time, everyone didn't realize that he had been left alone.

Of course, it is also possible that the battle that followed made everyone ignore this.

The other side is a sizable army of undead under the command of the very large enemy, including a large number of undead such as corpses, diseased bats, rotten skeletons, and Poda corpses, led by two death knights and a giant-like 'Shadow of the Night'.

I have to admit that it was indeed a hearty battle. Of course, the protagonist on the battlefield is undoubtedly his mage boss, and if this guy is serious, he is still quite powerful.

Dick saw Cyril mage deal with a death knight and the horned, blade-like night shadow of the night through a variety of spatial magics such as 'flashing' and 'shapeshifting', as well as the innate abilities of the vampire race.

The guy easily entangled the two with his flowing body, while constantly killing and injuring the enemies around him. Each appearance and disappearance is accompanied by the fall of a large number of enemies. That strange weapon was harvested wantonly, like no one in the undead army.

Of course, Dick thought he had played quite well at the time, and he had killed most of the corpses among his enemies. When he turns on his 'Rage Kill', all enemies fall under his claws. It's just that at that time, his consciousness will become less sober.

The Dick family has been purebred berserkers in the Nord kingdom for generations, and their family history can even be traced back to a time when the kingdom was not yet established and many barbarians were still fighting against the orcs.

It was also a very memorable time.

Dick, the ghoul, gulps down the dragon's flesh on the ground as he begins to reminisce about his family and his own past. After each resurrection, he forced himself to do so. Dick believes that this is the key to keeping himself awake and conscious after countless resurrections.

"Hey, isn't anyone interested in discussing it together?" the mage boss's voice was a little dissatisfied, and then he unraveled himself, "Forget it, this theory is still being explored anyway. Then he looked at the Death Knight who had inadvertently broken into the battle, "Barrett, I see that your rune weapon seems to be a bit curly, are you interested in taking two dragon teeth? You know, it's hard to find an Primeval Dragon right now. So, you're welcome. ”

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