If a necromancer wants to go long, he cannot do without exploring the mysteries of the body and soul of living beings.

Who wants to be studied themselves? Both alive and after death.

In order to get enough high-level test subjects, some necromancers will even dig up people's ancestral graves, how can they not be shouted and beaten by everyone? Of course, the spell itself does not distinguish between good and evil, but there are basically not many normal people who can't bear to be willing to learn necromancy, because necromancy will also erode itself, and most necromancers are not human ghosts or ghosts.

The mass disappearance of the inhabitants attracted the attention of the guards of the kingdom of Rosen.

A kingdom general named Alfred led an elite army of 1,000 men to besiege the necromancer's laboratory.

You know, it's not easy to attack a territory that a spellcaster has been operating for a long time.

Densely packed necromancers, flesh golems, pale souls, gargoyles, and other undead guards, under the leadership of the necromancer, fought a great battle with the kingdom general that lasted seven days and seven nights.

Eventually, Alfred, covered in bruises, pierced the necromancer's chest with his greatsword and pierced the opponent's heart.

The necromancer, unwilling to die like this, cast a death curse on Alfred and all his soldiers with his remaining life force and soul, and the already exhausted army could not resist it, and was turned into an undead who hated all living creatures.

The kingdom general still has a shred of sanity, and restrains the undead soldiers under his hands, never stepping out of the necromantic ruins.

Afterwards.

Considering the various achievements of the Kingdom General, and the fact that the undead in the ruins of the undead will not take the initiative to leave and hurt people, the Kingdom of Rosen has stationed an army around the ruins of the undead to prevent the inadvertent intrusion of the inhabitants of the island, but it has not spent any effort to clear the lair of the undead.

After all, if you want to exterminate the lair of the undead, you also need to pay a certain price.

Moreover, in an environment with an extremely high concentration of negative energy such as the ruins of the undead, it is also conducive to the Lawson Kingdom to conduct some spell research that is not suitable for the table.

After the Red Dragon Empress occupied Thorn Island, the Thorn Island garrison of the Rosen Kingdom no longer existed.

The ruins of the undead have lost their guards.

Compared with the undead empire located in the eastern hemisphere of the Saiga planet, in the northeast of the Black European continent, the undead ruins on the small island are insignificant, and the Red Dragon Empress who took over this place does not take the undead ruins to heart, as long as she can pay protection money to herself on time, the red dragon lady does not mind the existence of undead creatures in her territory.

It is worth mentioning.

On the planet Saiga, there are many undead.

There are even powerful enough undead creatures to divide one side to create an empire, and even a small island of thorns has undead forces.

As for why the undead are so rampant - Sachar knows why through the Dragon's Heritage.

A deity known as the Lord of the End of All Things, the Ancient God of Death, controls the ultimate death.

Many years ago, he plotted to destroy a magical empire, but it was unsuccessful, and instead one of the empire's mortal spellcasters, with the help of the goddess of magic, Misriel, seized the godhead of death.

In the short interval between the change of the godhead of death, many worlds were affected, causing the living to fall and the dead to recover.

The planet Saiga is one of the affected worlds.

One of the six continents, the entire Black European continent has been reduced to a paradise for the undead.

The mortal who has taken the Godhead of Death has been promoted to the current Grim Reaper, named Karthas, known as Karl, the god of death, and the goddess of magic have become companions and advance and retreat together.

Karl, the god of death, is the object of the greatest admiration and yearning of the infinite spellcaster, due to the glorious deeds of seizing the godhead of death, ascending to the god in one step, and becoming a companion to the dream goddess of all spellcasters, and is regarded as the greatest, wisest, craziest, and luckiest mortal spellcaster.

In addition, there are some more secretive but unknown news in the Dragon Legacy.

Behind the seizure of Godhead by Karthas, in addition to the most crucial thing, the assistance of the goddess of magic, Misriel, there seems to be a real dragon known as the dragon of eternity and time, according to legend, the master of Karl, the god of death, and the goddess of magic guided him in his early years of spell learning.

On the planet Saiga, there is the Time Church, which believes in eternity and the dragon of time, but it is not large, and it is rare to meet the apostles of the Time Church.

"The dragon of eternity and time, there is no dragon god among the dragon gods."

"This trumpet............ It's a big breath, I guess it's an evil god who doesn't know where it came from, but it's not a small boldness. ”

Sachar gathered his mind and thought silently.

Meanwhile.

Because he didn't want to be contaminated with the filthy and rotten aura of death in the air, the little young dragon descended from hundreds of meters in the air, and then walked over the broken steps in front of the ruins of the undead without hurrying.

The ground was pitted and covered with the marks of knives and axes.

Gravel and dead branches are everywhere.

Crooked, incomplete stone pillars are scattered everywhere.

In many places, you can still see some vague and distorted magic runes that have lost their effectiveness.

Woowoo.........

A cold wind blew through the cracks between the ruined buildings in the ruins of the undead, making a terrible and gloomy sound, like the painful wails of creatures before they died.

Before he had taken a few steps, subtle vibrations caught Zachar's attention.

At this time, the black snow around him trembled.

Click............ The sound of rough bones grinding sounded.

In the scattered swirling snowflakes, pale bony hands tore through the black snow that covered the ruins floor.

Under Zachar's gaze, dozens of skeleton soldiers appeared in Zachar's field of vision one after another, and new skeletons kept emerging from the black snow.

They carried rusty iron bows, or half-broken blades, some of which were dressed in very revealing tattered armor.

Clusters of soul fire pulsed in the skeleton's eye sockets, conveying a sense of disgust for the living.

These low-level unintelligent skeletons staggered towards Zachar.

It seems that the fragile skeleton of bones will collapse when the wind blows, and there is no fear of the five-ton baby dragon.

This skeleton is the lowest level of undead creatures and has no intelligence.

They were attracted by the majestic vitality of Sachar's body, and driven by the instinct of the undead creatures, they woke up, completely unaware of the gap between the two sides, and wanted to kill Sachar, and use the blood and soul of living creatures to fill the eternal emptiness and bloodthirsty impulses in the hearts of undead creatures.

Look at the skeletons swaying in the cold wind, weak and windy.

Zachar was worried about them.

In the face of this lowest-level unintelligent skeleton, even if it is an ordinary adult human, as long as you don't have fear of undead creatures, and then hold a decent weapon, it will not be a problem to solve it alone.

Zachar ignored the unintelligent skeletons here.

He strode towards the depths of the ruins of the undead.

Meanwhile.

The skeletons approached Zachar in droves.

Rusty axes were raised, and broken iron swords fell one after another on Zachar's dragon scales

Jingle Clang............ In the crisp and pleasant sound, the skeleton's arm was shaken open by the hard dragon scales, and it could only barely leave a small white mark on Sachar's dragon scales, but it could not create even the slightest crack.

When a skeleton slashed at Zachar's back with an axe, it used too much force.

Click.

The skeleton looked up blankly, looking at the broken bone arm that was spinning in the air, the soul flames in its eye sockets messing in the wind.

After a few seconds of froze on the spot, it picked up its broken right arm with its left hand, and in its right arm, still holding a rusty axe, stubbornly continued to slash at Zachar.

Let's be honest.

The skeletons here are too weak, and their stubborn desire to slash and kill Zachar is not only not a threat in Zachar's eyes.

It's even a little cute.