In the hinterland of the undead.

The sky was covered with clouds that blocked the sun's rays from shining through the land.

Even at noon when the sun was shining, the entire hinterland of the undead was unusually dark.

The biting cold wind blew through it, making a sound like a scream and a wail.

The surrounding plants were nearly dry, and the bare black branches were bare with holes, and even half of the white bones could be seen in the middle of some of the trunks.

It's like bones and plants intertwined.

At every turn, you can see ruins and ruined villages.

These have become strongholds for many undead.

They sat motionless all over the village, leaning against the wall.

It seems to be trying to ambush something, but is disturbed by other undead who walk around the village from time to time.

A humanoid skeleton held a rusty, chipped-ground steel knife, aimlessly searching the ground.

He walked in a faltering manner, each step as if he was dragging.

The steel knife grinded on the ground, making a screeching metallic sound.

At this time.

A black and white flame flew from a distance in the shape of an arrow.

Precisely inserted into the skeleton's skull.

The skeleton had barely stood still, its body ready to see who was attacking him, when black and white flames began to spread from the top of his head to his body.

Like a maggot on the tarsal bone, burning along every inch of his bones.

Until finally soaked in the soul fire in his skull.

The skeleton didn't struggle the whole time, and didn't seem to feel any damage from the black and white flames.

The faint green flames in the eye sockets turned white, but the withered yellow skull burned with black flames.

Beneath the skull, the body was intertwined with black and white flames.

At this time, the skeleton seemed to be reborn.

He dumbfoundedly lifted the rusty steel knife in his hand and tilted his skull to look at it.

Then the black and white flames ran down his hand and stained the steel knife.

At this time, the flame had a temperature, and the entire steel knife was molded into a heavy, one-handed warhammer.

However, it seems that it can be seen that this skeleton's craftsmanship is not very good at the pitted potholes condensed by the warhammer.

The sound of horses' hooves and stumbling footsteps came from afar, then closer.

The skeleton slung the hammer on its shoulders and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

After a few seconds, I saw a group of figures in their form.

At the head was a spirit glowing with a faint white light, a female centaur dressed in heavy armor and a heroic attire.

He wears a crown of phantom heads that glows with a faint white light.

She was followed by dozens of centaurs of the same costume and size as her.

Then there is the mighty army of the undead, most of course, ordinary skeletons with little strength and slow-moving walking corpses.

An undead knight rode over on a horse burning with black and white flames.

They looked at the undead in front of them, the same burning black and white flames, who was about to join their team.

Nodding in satisfaction.

Then he returned to the team with him.

came to Claire and reported: "Back to the master, luckily, he is a very good silver skeleton warrior. ”

Hearing the undead knight's report, Claire only nodded faintly, and then continued to march forward.

A silver skeletal warrior is nothing to be happy about.

The entire undead team was unusually silent, except for the silent figures, and the sound of bones as they collided.

Silent army of death.

Silently moving in one direction.

I don't know how long it has been in this dark place.

A few small hoarse cries came from the air.

A black mist emanated from his body, and his body flew from the air as if he was wearing a tattered black robe.

These souls quickly came to Claire's side.

They just arrived, and the broken souls in their bodies were all crying out in a subtle way and making irritating sounds.

"Master, the destination is ahead."

"There are a lot of enemies there."

"But there's also, delicious soul."

"They're in droves."

"Aimless."

"Attack, the enemy is ahead."

A few evil spirits are talking one by one, and they tell the information they have seen one by one.

Their voices are different, but they are all the same harsh.

"Alright, shut your mouths."

As if annoyed by the noise of these evil spirits, Claire frowned slightly and reprimanded.

Claire could see the white spirit, her eyes flashing with a bloody red light.

Hearing Clea's order, the evil spirits closed their mouths for a moment, and did not make a sound.

Even those soul fragments in their bodies were quiet at this moment.

Whether it is these evil spirits, or the undead behind them, they seem to be very afraid of Claire.

It's like she's some kind of demon.

Claire did not stop when she heard the information of these evil spirits, and they were still silently walking towards their destination, and then not long after they saw a small forest on the border, a wide entrance, through the forest.

This small forest is just a natural line of defense.

The buildings inside can still be seen through the sloping crevices on the periphery of the forest.

There are a variety of stone towers and greystone palaces.

Everywhere there were bones-like stumps and bones.

Reaching the edge of the woods, Claire stopped, then raised her right hand.

The troops behind him also stopped.

Then they followed Claire and waited in silence.

Even the sapient undead didn't ask Claire what was waiting for them here.

Because in this army of the undead, Claire is whatever she says, and no one can offend her authority.

The rest of the undead just had to wait in silence.

"Didi" "Didi"

The crisp sound of dripping is so harsh in a quiet environment.

Claire picked up the BB machine from her waist and looked at the message from Kane above.

"Let's go, let's rush in!"

As he spoke, he picked up his speed, and a long riding spear appeared in his hand.

The undead behind him followed in Clea's footsteps and rushed towards the woods.

When they passed through the dark woods, they saw a wide field, full of all kinds of strange and strange bones and undead, walking aimlessly.

You can see the temptation not far away, and the dry bones around the various stone buildings.

Faced with such a situation, Claire did not wait, and directly raised her riding gun and shouted.

"Charge!"

With the order to attack, a burst of blood-red aura spread to all the surrounding undead.

You can see this scarlet breath, staining the souls of these undead in their heads.

All the undead silently charged, slashing and slashing all the undead in their path.

At this time, these enemy undead appeared to be extremely dull, unless they were attacked, they had no idea of resisting.

The spear in Claire's hand turned into a giant battle axe and rushed towards the place where the enemy had the most undead.

Shun rushed into an axe and slashed it into the dirt.

The surging energy poured into the ground along the axe.

In a large fan-shaped area ahead, the ground cracked, and black and white flames erupted from the cracks.

Like a volcanic eruption, the flames flew around like magma erupting from a crack in the ground.

All the enemy undead who were stained with black and white flames fell under Claire's control in an instant.

And they have grown in strength.

Begins to attack nearby allies.

Claire could feel it.

His own black and white flames, the control of these undead is so easy.

It seems that there is no hindrance, everything is so smooth.

A gold-level skeleton general lifted the huge white bone greatsword in his hand and slashed at Cleya.

Faced with the sudden sneak attack from the side, Claire waved her hand, and the pillar of fire formed by the condensation of black and white flames directly repelled it.

It crashed directly into the stone house next to it.

Claire walked over slowly, raising her tomahawk and slashing it hard.

Directly cut off the white bone greatsword cut in the smoke and dust.

Then he slashed his blade to the side.

The Golden Skull's arms and a small half of its body bones were directly shattered.

It's also a gold level, but this skeleton looks so weak in front of Claire.

The skeleton looked at Claire in front of him, the soul fire in his skull swaying wildly, and said loudly.

"This is the Bone Maker's territory, are you trying to make enemies of him?"

Hearing the golden skeleton's words, Claire held the battle axe in her hand to her side.

Looking at this behavior, it was obvious that the soul fire in the skeleton's skull had calmed down slightly.

However, Claire held out her left hand.

The golden skull's skull was pulled straight from its neck and flew down.

Then Claire held it tightly in her hands.

Looking at the skull in his hand, a hint of mockery could be seen in Clea's expression.

"Bone maker? Your master? Can you still feel him? ”

Hearing this, the golden skull's soul fire swayed wildly.

Even he had only just felt the disappearance of his master, but the undead knight in front of him was ready to raid their territory.

Could it be ......

After waiting for a few seconds, no longer waiting for the words of the skull, the palm was forced.

The skull was directly in Claire's hand, crushed to pieces.

The breath of the soul wafted out of it, and then dissolved into nothingness.

"The Bone Maker is dead, surrender to the evil spirits of war, or die again!"

The voices of various intelligent undead were heard all around.

They are making the undead around them surrender and not make useless resistance.

These intelligent undead under the command of Claire are most characterized by black and white flames burning on their bodies.

These words are naturally addressed to the undead who have intelligence, and the undead without wisdom have no idea of wanting to fight after the lich dies.

If you don't deliberately hurt him, this kind of ownerless undead will not act against the same undead.

The undead who possess wisdom have also sensed the Lich's death.

Many of them had already seen how the strongest of them, the gold-level skeleton, was easily crushed by this war spirit.

Naturally, this war spirit is Claire.

Her character here is crazy to start a war, to fight.

An unusual desire for battle, as well as for war on a large scale.

That's why I call myself the evil spirit of war.

And Claire did exactly that, constantly attacking all kinds of undead forces.

Relying on the power of black and white flames, it directly infects all kinds of ownerless undead.

It's either at war, or on the way to war.

This also makes many undead with wisdom, those who worship the strong, advocate fighting, and are eager to fight.

They all joined Claire's team.

This time, in particular, they directly occupied the territory of the Bone Makers, turning all the undead on their territory into extreme possessions.

After Claire has absorbed all the undead in this territory, she will start a multi-threaded and large-scale attack on all the surrounding forces.

It is to do things and disrupt the undead forces in the entire hinterland.

(End of chapter)