Over the mountains and mountains, an empty plain appeared in front of Ouyang Dao's eyes, and the master's rumbling voice interrupted Ouyang Dao's warning. Here you go, Volamo. This is the army of the undead that the grave giants promised you. I hope you can take them away well" Ouyang Dao stood in place, scanning the surrounding peaks, but the peaks were just like other peaks to him, and the sound of the rock giant had just come out of the peaks. What can I say?

It's a legend.

Ouyang Dao shook his head and smiled bitterly. This is the first time he has failed since the making of the epic. Looking at the pious undead army in front of him, Ouyang Dao waved his hand to let them enter the spirit realm. The shadow puppet dragon Odigia did not return from here either, although he was Ouyang Dao's guide, but according to the party's regulations, the stone giant dispersed each member to a different entrance. After several hours of exploration, Ouyang Dao returned to his footsteps, leaving no hole in the rock, which was also imperceptible in Ouyang Dao's case.

After returning to the academy, things were progressing steadily, and Ouyang Dao reformed the Death Legion in preparation for the next attack. The martial arts club is going in the right direction. After the students for the new semester have been thoroughly identified, there will be a lot of time for coursework and practice.

The dark crystal trade between the Warlock Society and the Warlock Society was mired in a debate about the new leader of the Alliance, and Ouyang Dao was concerned about this issue and the transformation of the undead in the spirit world. He was considering whether to support his membership in the Mage Alliance, and although he said that he was determined to fund the development of the Monk's Order, Ouyang Dao did not want to give up his source of income, the Black Crystal.

On this day, surrounded by the gods of the spirit world, Ouyang Dao slowly used his own blood to transform the army of the dead, a process that took a long time because Ouyang Dao had been feeling a little anemic recently.

After the freshmen joined the club, many people fulfilled the potion quota promised by Ouyang Dao. Ouyang Dao did not hesitate to ask for as many batteries as possible for the sake of his battery career. One bottle today, two bottles tomorrow, it's been a long time, even if it's a whim, it can't stop Ouyang Dao from spending so much money. Anthony noticed this problem and reminded Ouyang Dao that his face was pale, and although the physical examination did not reveal any serious problems, Ouyang Dao still slowed down.

Now that he has achieved some of his goals, there is no need to be so impatient. It has been more than a month since he arrived in Wangdu, and the number of elite batteries has managed to break through the 300 mark.

300 elites is a small number for 100,000 inhabitants, but the number is large, and most of the 300 elites are students of vocational colleges, and their strength will grow over time. And Ouyang Dao, through his two previous students, had already determined that what he had learned in the academy was not locked, that is, if Ouyang Dao was willing to turn his 300 students into 300 puppets, then he could gain a lot of expertise.

This is the end of the Wan Elite Plan, which can be said to be an initial success, and it is okay to slow down the pace of the plan for your own health. That's why the transformation of the Death Legion has been maintained at a leisurely pace, and Ouyang Dao has completed many of his thoughts about death. As for the revenge against the Earl of the North Wind, Ouyang Dao planned to leave half of the dead to attack, and the other half to become his own army. Golden Rose said that it was important and important, and it was not important to say that it was not important, and that the level 50 undead elite should be enough to create a huge movement.

Ouyang Dao's attack plan was not the core of the undead, his real goal was to use the undead's attack to make a loud noise, and then infiltrate himself. The so-called generals to generals, kings to kings, and the Earl of the North Wind are not small enemies, they successfully disguised Ouyang Dao as Ouyang Dao, and Ouyang Dao wanted to see him off in person.

Generally speaking, Ouyang Dao would enter the spirit realm every morning and transform the 35 remaining undead warriors, who would come at night to check the results and then assign those who were not too evolved or deformed to the commando team. In the beginning, due to various blood fusion experiments, the chance of alienating undead creatures created by Ouyang Dao was 30% to 40%, but in recent days, Ouyang Dao found that the chance of alienating undead creatures had suddenly increased, and it usually took a few days for a bad product to appear.

Ouyang Dao thought that his technique had improved, but after a few spot checks, he found a problem that shocked him a little: every time he left those gods, the gods in his imagination would move their bodies, or blink, or turn over. But these small actions unleashed unimaginable pollution, and many of the dead were turned to dust in their actions, but only in the blink of an eye. The gods seem to see this as a competition, interested in unleashing their influence and spice up the alienated undead ranks.

Most of the variations produced by this behavior are deformed, uncontrollable, and then we break them down and reassemble them, again influencing and alienating. Ouyang Dao once stared at a complete match, in which his imaginary Danqi won by reorganizing three times and creating a stable undead creature.

What's more, after the match, the gods will revert to the image they created, and before dark, Ouyang Dao will return to the Legion of Death. But what these dead leave behind is the appearance of death, and the contents are completely unimaginable.

After completing a normal evening physical examination, Ouyang Dao smiled and left the critical crowd and returned to this world, his face becoming very strange.

These gods were imaginary to him, so aside from the indescribable and highly defiled nature of his gods, what Ouyang Dao impressed them the most was their unfathomable character. This impression is well embodied in these gods, and this is on which the spirit of the Reformation struggle was based.

Ouyang Dao was now hesitant to continue channeling in the spirit realm, it was undeniable that he was still afraid of the unknown, and continuing this process made him feel like he was dancing on the blade. But all the dead were still in the spirit realm, and there were still traces of what Ouyang Dao had done before. If he suddenly brings out the dead, they may be noticed by God.

The results were unpredictable, and although these gods were Ouyang Dao's hypothesis, they had proven in many ways to be no less powerful than the protozoa. When Ouyang Dao hesitated, a member of a fight club suddenly reported to him that there were two unknown men and women named Gaia in the hall on the first floor, and claimed to have a date with him.

"Date me? Just when Ouyang Dao was puzzled, a familiar spark ignited behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey, old friend, I promise, your soul... I've already sent two people" The old devil's voice came, and Ouyang Dao frowned, remembering that he owed the old devil a favor.

"Yes, of course, the two people downstairs? ”

"Yes, we will be forgiven, but as an honest seller, we always welcome you back" The old devil left with a wicked smile, and Ouyang Dao summoned them from below, observing them carefully. Normal clothes, normal skin color, if Ouyang Dao didn't know, he would almost treat them like normal people.