Archmage Of The Undead

A corpse king was awakened by the skeleton warrior. It opened its eyes angrily, and then slapped the skeleton warrior in front of it into pieces.

This was not over yet, the Corpse King was still listening, sniffing, and killing all the other skeleton warriors on this floor.

Huo Ling also stopped all the skeleton warriors as soon as he discovered the Corpse King, and then saved the remaining skeleton warriors.

After the Corpse King became quiet again, Huo Ling smiled.

Corpse King, you are mine!

Huo Ling began to cast a spell, pouring more magic power into the runes of this spell.

Spear of filth!

The magic spear carried huge kinetic energy and penetrated the corpse king's head with one blow.

The Corpse King's powerful vitality prevented him from completely dying even after suffering this blow. Instead, he struggled for a while before his soul returned to the River Styx.

Transported out by the skeleton warriors, this was the first qualified silver-level corpse that Huo Ling had harvested.

…

After a series of spells were released, the half-finished Dark Warrior had been in the coffin for a month.

With the fifteen coffins in front of Huo Ling, it was already time to verify the results today.

As the spell ended, the first coffin was pushed open from the inside, and a tall dark warrior walked out of it.

The dark warrior is wearing a full black heavy armor, and the thick armor is also engraved with runes, shining with a green light.

Green soul fire spits out from time to time at the joints of the armor, which is the source of the dark warrior's power. Within this cold iron armor, the warrior's corpse has already turned into a semi-energy body composed of soul fire and corpse.

Dark warriors are proficient in the use of various melee weapons, and have mastered some combat skills, such as cleave, evil strike, and violent slashing.

The soul power of the dark warrior can play a role in the fighting spirit of the warriors. When combined with these skills, higher attack power can be unleashed.

"Tap tap tap..."

The dark warrior walked up to Huo Ling, his armor making a scraping sound as he moved forward.

"My Lord! I will be the sword and shield in your hands until I return to the Styx!"

The dark warrior knelt down on one knee, his sword stuck on the ground, his head lowered and he used the soul fire vibration to make a sound.

In the next two days, Huo Ling's remaining fourteen dark warriors also recovered one after another. These powerful dark warriors gave Huo Ling a great sense of security.

Their combat effectiveness is similar to that of combat professionals of the same level. Now Huo Ling can be used as a team of silver professionals by himself.

Now it was time to go out again, and the money was almost spent. In addition to the seven sets of equipment given by the teacher, Huo Ling purchased eight more sets.

Coupled with the purchase of some materials for refining the spell solution, Huo Ling can now be said to be impoverished, with all his wealth being owned by these dark warriors.

Calculated, the cost of building a dark warrior is almost two hundred magic stones. This is because Huo Ling made the silver-level corpse himself.

If you buy the corpse of a silver-level professional, it will be a big expense.

If you want to maintain a huge force, you still have to spend money.

Now Huo Ling is beginning to miss the Skeleton Warriors. What a good unit. You don’t need to spend anything except corpses. Once you make them, you can go to the battlefield.

…

Huo Ling returned to New Nancheng, and now he is going to take revenge.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Huo Ling had thoughts of revenge when he first broke through to Silver, but later gave it up.

You can't give up eating because of choking. At that time, you didn't master any silver-level spells, and you didn't even make a dark warrior. There were still a lot of things to do. This period of time that can quickly improve your strength cannot be used to seek revenge on these wastes.

Now that Huo Ling has been promoted, he has no money and no potential points to improve in a short period of time. Now he just takes advantage of making money to avenge his revenge.

How to find enemies is a technical job. After all, half a year has passed, and whether the group is still there or not is a question.

Secondly, Huo Ling does not have any reliable sources of information now. It is unrealistic to rely on himself to find a needle in a haystack.

After thinking for a long time, Huo Ling decided to start from the channel of selling stolen goods. Just before, he bought a helmet that looked like it was a stolen war dead.

Eighty percent of these things were stolen goods, and the remaining 20% ​​were recovered by good-hearted people who collected corpses from the forest.

…

Huo Ling came to the black market in the city, which was in an old urban area in the north of the city. It had been built for a long time and was built when New South City was just established.

Over the years, New South City has been expanding. Anyway, the land here is not valuable. What is valuable is the magic power, so this area has not been demolished.

So this place became a shadow under the sun, and the black market came into being. Human beings are like this, always looking for loopholes under the rules.

This kind of gray-black industry is impossible without a big shot taking care of it. Things like the black market can never be banned.

After all, there are people who do the beheading business, but no one does the loss-making business.

Huo Ling came to a black market stall. This was the place where he bought the helmets of the war dead last time. At this time, there were a lot of enchanted equipment on the stall.

Most of these enchanted equipment are kept intact, mostly the equipment needed by warriors, such as armor, shields, and weapons.

There are many scars on these equipments, and they look like they have experienced a lot of battles.

"Brother, what do you want?" The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He greeted Huo Ling enthusiastically when he saw him coming.

Huo Ling picked up a black iron-grade enchanted wristband, looked at the stall owner and asked, "I want to find someone."

The stall owner's expression immediately turned cold, and he said with a smile, "Brother, you've asked the wrong person. I'm just setting up a stall to sell some things. If you want to find someone, you can go to the city and ask." "

"Put the things down, don't touch them if you don't want to buy them!"

"I think you know, think about it clearly." Huo Ling put down his wrist guard, released his silver-level magic aura, and at the same time took out ten magic stones from his bracelet and placed them on the stall.

"It turns out it's silver. It's nothing special. There's silver covering me behind me!" The stall owner's face froze. He was just a black iron-level professional who often set up a stall here. It's conceivable that he wasn't very powerful in combat. Probability is also a broker.

"Have you thought it through?" Huo Ling put down ten more magic stones.

"Brother, there are rules in the industry. I will set up a stall to sell some equipment. If you find someone, I really can't help you." Although the stall owner kept staring at the magic stones on the stall, he kept saying no.

"Have you really thought it through?"

Huo Ling looked at the stall owner with a sneer, then picked up five magic stones from the stall.

"Go to the Black Blood Bar and find Fatty. He is a broker who sells information. He is the best at finding people." The stall owner pressed the remaining fifteen magic stones under his hand with a sneer on his face.

"I knew you were a smart man." Huo Ling casually dropped the five magic stones in his hand, chuckled, and turned around to leave.