The undead creatures wandering in the places where they once lived, mainly loose-boned servants, because they did not have any strength before they were alive, they got up again after being infiltrated by the negative energy attracted by death, and the flesh and blood of ordinary people had long been eroded, leaving a brown bone frame, walking around the prescribed route of the three points and one line.

As for the clergy and their families who believe in the Holy Light, after they stop breathing their souls and leave their bodies, the Light quietly dissipates with their lives, leaving only the bodies of zombies transformed by negative energy.

The flesh that had lost a lot of moisture and withered flesh and the extra skin hung softly, but the veins were like springs, tightly tightening the bones, making them very strong, and in turn paying the price of becoming slower in their movements.

Zombies can roam around ruined castles, slowly climbing over them as long as there is a road that can be passed. Over time, it was actually possible to open up a simple passage to connect the various rooms in the castle.

Since there are only negative energies and corpses here, even the fallen who worship demons are too lazy to patronize here because they have no value. Although there may be valuable possessions, such as gold, silver, or pearls and gemstones, they are far less likely to please the demons from the Nine Hells than the flesh and soul of the living.

Because of this, the ruined castle, shrouded in the gaze of the setting sun, still stood on the heights of the herb hills, until Embarrassment Roslin came to bother him for the night.

A group of five people came to the moat in front of the castle without danger, and the natural protection that was specially diverted from the nearby mountain stream, because the earthquake shook the rock formations, causing the stream to be diverted in other directions, and the bottom of the empty moat, only the fallen leaves and rotten silt, emitting the stench of rotting fish and shrimp, made people want to vomit when they smell it.

Embarrassine scanned back and forth with his psychic tentacles, and it didn't take long for the interior of the ruined castle to be fully grasped. He turned over and dismounted briskly, and ordered the slave gladiators to lay down the booty they had collected on the battlefield, the improvised tents they had slept in the wilderness, and other equipment, and take the weapons they knew so well, and follow his instructions to explore the way ahead.

As a result of the previous battle of the Fallen in his village, Embarrassine used his mind and magic skills to kill all enemies, and the slave gladiators had a lot of confidence in him, knowing that the noble magicians had paid a lot of money to buy them, and they were definitely not cannon fodder to be sacrificed casually.

The slave gladiator turned his head and remembered what Embarrasslyn had said, that merit and spoils of war could be exchanged for freedom, and each one of them became extremely upright, and he actively probed forward, rather than standing still.

Seeing his four subordinates work together to bring logs, lay improvised wooden bridges across the moat, climb the cracked walls, and enter the ruined castle without defense, Eun Loslin couldn't help but nod slightly.

"Hope is a terrible force. I am only merciful to give a little hope of freedom, to open a window, even a small crevice, into the dim and miserable life of the slave gladiators, who cannot see tomorrow, and they will become extremely brave and desperate. I should say that those who are as humble as dust, even if they sink into hell, have the freedom to look up to heaven, or should I say that no one will be satisfied with the status quo, even if he loses his freedom, and his life does not belong to his slave. ”

Thinking of the workers in the northern factories who had been exploited by the factory owners and who did not live for more than three years, she couldn't help but shake her head gently: "This is a worse world! The slavery system practiced by the southern countries is certainly not good, and it cannot liberate the productive forces and improve production efficiency, but the northern country is not necessarily a paradise of freedom. ”

At this moment, the drawbridge of the ruined castle was slowly lowered by the four slave gladiators, and the slightly rusty parts made a harsh metal grinding sound due to the lack of lubricating oil.

If it weren't for the fact that the low-level undead didn't have hearing, this move would have been discovered by the skeletons and zombies wandering in the castle's vestibule, and then launched a battle regardless of life and death.

Until the drawbridge was laid flat on the ground, and Jaun Lossling rode into the ruined castle on a pony, the undead inside remained silent. It's just that due to the entry of the living, the negative energy that was depressed in the basement of the castle was stimulated and began to become active.

Sensing this abnormal movement, Grace Lotlyn immediately used the talent of all-domain elemental resonance to easily calm down the negative energy that was about to boil.

Unfortunately, this alarmed all the undead, not only the skeleton servants in the vestibule, but even the zombie guards turned their heads, although the empty eyes were only cloudy, looking at the weapon that was firmly glued in their hands, it made the slave gladiators frown.

"Lord Lothlin, the skeletons and zombies in the castle, we believe we can barely cope with them, please give us a chance to prove our strength. ”

Without hesitation, Losslin nodded lightly: "You guys, I don't worry! Just give it a go, I will stand in a safe place and fight for you." ”

With that, he clamped his legs lightly on the horse's belly, and the spiritual foal immediately took a step, and climbed up the wall of the city of four ordinary people, snorting from time to time, thinking that it was smoked by the rancid stench of the undead.

The platoon of spears that had been erected against the Fallen had long since been recovered by the Slave Gladiators and concentrated on the spear-throwers, who excelled at long-range attacks.

He reached out and gently weighed the weight of a short spear, and after finding a suitable position to shake hands, his right hand grabbed the intended part and stretched it behind him, and his feet stood one after the other, and then aimed at a target and threw it out vigorously.

Because the spearman's fingers add a turning gesture in the moment before the shot, when the short spear is thrown forward after the shot, there is a phenomenon of slow spinning, which makes the whole short spear more stable when flying and the error will be smaller.

After three breaths, a zombie guard fifty paces away from the middle of the spear not only pierced its chest, but also pinned it firmly to the ground of rammed mud.

Despite several struggles by the injured undead, they were unable to get up, apparently due to a broken spine that kept their body balanced. Without anyone's help, it would never be able to regain its freedom, let alone hurt slave gladiators and the like.

Seeing this scene on horseback, Grace Loslin couldn't help but nod slightly: "Not bad! ”

For capable followers, Grace Lotslin has always been stingy with encouragement, clapping his hands and spreading the word, and the slave gladiators who heard and saw this scene were immediately encouraged, and the day when they regained their freedom was not far away.

According to the tacit understanding of the previous battle, the zombie guards who walked in the distance were handed over to the spear thrower to deal with. The skeletal servant at close range, first threw a net around his hands and feet, and the sword and shield hand carefully guarded the front, slapping the joints of the undead with the spine of the sword. The pikemen behind him saw the opportunity, holding the spear in both hands, poking it through the mesh and working together to tear a loose skeletal servant into pieces.

When she saw the skulls and fragments of finger bones and phalanges rolling all over the ground, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, and she remembered that there was a spell called "Summoning Necromancy" in the first ring of magic.

"I want to try! Maybe there's an extra anti-monster meat shield to take the pressure off my followers!"