I Made the Myth Template

This little skeleton is also a thief clever.

Seeing that the other party surrounded this place, he had nowhere to go in the flat open space, so he stuffed his body into the scarecrow.

It's just that there is nothing in the huge open space, and there is a scarecrow standing alone here, but anyone with a little brain will doubt it.

These undead... um.

Su Heng turned around and looked at it.

Kalios really has no brains, so forget it.

"Why are they coming to arrest you?" Su Heng asked, he thought for a while, and continued to add, "Also, remember not to call me Lady Queen."

"Okay, no problem, Her Lady Queen."

Su Heng: "..."

Little Skeleton Sur replied graciously, "Yes, I also want to know the answer to the question you asked."

With a click, Sur turned his head to look at Karius beside the white wolf, and Su Heng's eyes followed the little skeleton, and now the pressure was on Karius' side.

"Uh…"

After being resurrected from the dead, Zeng Jin's memory can be preserved.

But this process is not without loss, and the memory will slowly pass away in the process of rebirth.

After all, the undead are not perfect living bodies and have various flaws, and as the fifth template grows, these flaws will gradually be realized by Su Heng.

At this moment, Carius, who had just been pulled up by Su Heng, was still a little confused.

He lowered his head and thought hard before answering, "It's because of those people in Paradise Mountain."

In the explanation of the centaur skeleton knight Karius, Su Heng finally understood the general environment of this basin.

According to Carius.

The entire basin, run under the rule of the corpse highlord Bengeralt.

In addition to this, above Benjalot's head, there is another strange situation called Paradise Mountain. Every once in a while, people from Paradise Mountain will come to the Skeleton Basin to collect various taxes.

Among the taxes, in addition to including a variety of treasures.

The more important thing is the soul fruit and the undead itself.

In general, soul fruits can only grow in graveyards with strong death energy. However, recently these days, I don't know why there has been a guy like Sur who can cultivate soul fruits in the basin.

The group of Kalius came to capture the straw hat skeleton Sur under the order of Benjalot.

"I see."

White Wolf nodded.

The soul fruit that Karius mentioned before should be the kind of fruit that Sur gave to the white wolf before.

The effect is indeed quite good.

"But, why do aliens need undead?" Su Heng asked with some doubts, "Also, what is the power of Heavenly Mountain?"

"It's not something I can figure out, Your Majesty," said Carius.

He thought about it and added:

"However, Benjalot is the leader of the third life class, and every time the tax sent by Paradise Mountain can make the corpse lord tremble with fear, although there is a strict relationship between the undead itself, but from this point of view The strength of Heavenly Mountain is definitely comparable."

"The sons of Terraria have been displaced in the desolate land, while the aliens have built cities on the corpse of Mother Earth..."

Been in Terraria for over a year.

Plus the experience of becoming a master time management master and nurturing templates.

This made Su Heng's sense of identification with this world gradually improve a lot. At this time, when he heard the picture described by Kalios, Su Heng couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Sir, do you have anything else to ask?"

Callius said actively.

"Don't tell me, there really are." After finally catching two local indigenous undead, Su Heng was full of doubts, of course, he had to take this opportunity to ask clearly.

"What the **** is in that skeletal temple on the western mountain range?"

Su Heng raised his paw.

Point your fingernail to the sanctuary of bones shrouded in cloud over the mountains.

"That's not a sanctuary." Although Kalios is a skeleton, the higher the evolution level, the richer the skeleton's expression.

At this moment, the centaur's face showed obvious fear.

"That is the big tomb, the end of death. Even if the undead of the third life level enters it, there will be no return."

Kalios said, "Let's not talk about the Great Tomb itself, even on the way to the Great Tomb, there are many powerful undead beings wandering, they are like machines specially made for killing, and there is absolutely no reason at all. If you only step on the road to the Great Tomb, you will be brutally hunted down by these monsters until you die."

"Ah, is it?"

If Karius didn't say anything, Su Heng would not be interested.

But as he explained, the area full of powerful undead creatures is the best practice place for White Wolf right now.

A team of skeleton knights disappeared out of thin air, and with the straw hat skeleton Sur, the third life level undead called Benjalot probably won't let him go easily, and he has to improve his strength quickly and have the power to protect himself. Row.

Anyway, the template life is naturally invincible at the same level.

Even at the peak of extraordinary, it is not difficult to deal with a third life level undead under normal development.

Of course.

The real threat still comes from Paradise Hills.

"It seems that we have to find a way to sneak into the perception world." Su Heng raised his head and looked at the silver-white moon in the sky.

In the perception world, what I see today is also the silver moon. The scenery is almost the same as here, but the two worlds are completely opposite. Whether it is from the perceived world to the real world or from the physical universe to travel through the warp, it is difficult.

The powerhouse of the third life level can only stay for a short time.

If you want to stay in the perception world for a long time, you need to use special means.

For example, the previous wormhole, or some evil sacrifices.

"Perhaps, there will be an answer in that big tomb." Su Heng thought that this strange premonition might have come from the memory of the white wolf that never dissipated.

Just like what Carius said before.

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world.

Hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, and things are different, but there are still many things engraved in the bones that have not changed.

"correct."

After some emotion, Su Heng asked towards the silent little skeleton, "Your name seems to be Sur, do you still have the soul fruit here? I need it, and in return I will help you deal with subsequent enemies. ."

Just listen to the description of Kalios.

Su Heng understood that the talent mastered by the straw hat skeleton Sur was probably quite remarkable.

Since it fell into his hands by chance, then, as a template, he would naturally not hand over the little skeleton easily.

Maintaining a good relationship and subsequent trading cooperation is the measure Su Heng wants to take at present.

Small skeletons are also very cooperative.

"Yes, but not much." Sur babbled.

It dug out a small bag from the ground, and there were more than ten soul fruits in it, and the shapes were different and should represent different functions.

"Okay thank you."

Su Heng didn't think too much, and held the Soul Fruit in his hand.

"If you want to cultivate soul fruit, do you have any other needs?" Su Heng asked again.

"It takes time, and fertile soil."

Sur put the **** on his shoulder, it seemed to be a very precious thing, and he carried it with him wherever he went.

"Okay, I see."

Su Heng nodded thoughtfully, after the exchange was over.

Kalios asked actively, "Do you want to go to the Great Tomb, Your Majesty?"

"Um!"

"Please let me go with you." Callius volunteered, and although he lost his mind after incarnating as an undead, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At the very least, these skeletons are honest and absolutely loyal.

A good soldier doing his duty.

"No." However, Su Heng shook his head and rejected Karius' proposal.

"You don't have to go with me."

Kalios's strength is not bad, but being by Su Heng's side is really a burden, and he can't help much, "You stay here and protect Suer. If you encounter a situation that you can't handle, head towards the grave of the Great Tomb. Run in the direction and I will pick you up."

"As ordered!"

Although a little unwilling, Karius still agreed without complaint.

"Well, live well and hope to see you again next time." Su Heng patted Karius on the shoulder, then turned around and disappeared into the dense fog that was everywhere in the Skeleton Basin.

...

"what?"

In the Tomb Plain on the east side of the basin.

In the basement of a gloomy tomb, the corpse lord Ben Geralt was caught in a raging rage.

"You bastards, a dozen people can be counter-killed after hitting one, how did you play! Are you playing me on purpose?"

call!

Benjalot this ghost.

He was just over three meters tall, with beating muscles all over his bones, and black smoke lingering in his eyes.

On its broad back there are bulging bone spurs, and with the strong and somewhat deformed skeleton, it looks like a biochemical tyrant in a sci-fi movie, giving people a sense of oppression.

The little undead who reported the information in front of him was slapped and sent flying.

The bones covered in iron armor slammed into the rough wall with obvious tremors, and the firelight shook and dust rustled and fell from the air.

The bones on the iron armored skeleton instantly increased by a hundred, but these injuries are not fatal to the undead, and can even be described as skin trauma. The weakness of undead creatures is the soul, and the bones are only their carriers.

So, want to kill the dead.

Either completely destroy their bodies and turn them into powder, or crush their souls.

Besides.

Most physical means are of little use to the undead.

The undead warrior embedded in the wall fell to the ground with a bang. After a while, he ran out alive again, "Sir, do you still want to send someone to catch that guy this time?"

"Fuck, are you here to teach me what to do?"

Bang!

Benjalot slapped the undead warrior back again with a slap.

On the wall, two huge deep pits were connected together, with cobweb-like cracks densely covered, and pale candles flickered.

The corpse lord said in a low voice with the hoarse voice unique to the undead, "Several slaves in Paradise Mountain ran into the skeleton basin. Hell, those **** aliens actually ordered us to arrest our own compatriots! It's abominable!"

As the lord of the Basin of the Undead, Benjalot also has many helpless things.

It doesn't like the aliens at Paradise Hills, and doesn't want to be their minion if it can't carry out their orders.

The entire Bone Basin will be destroyed.

After some consideration.

Benjalot still made up his mind, "Concentrate on first, capture the escaped slaves and explain their tasks, and then find a way to deal with the white wolf that suddenly appeared."

"A mere undead of the second life level, can I still fail me?"

The resentful voice of the corpse lord echoed in the tomb.

Under the night moon.

More than a dozen sleeping crows were awakened, flapped their wings and flew into the clouds and disappeared.

...

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The footsteps were getting closer, Arthur held his breath, hugged his sister tightly, and even suppressed the sound of his heartbeat to a minimum.

Under the control of a family secret method.

The boy's skin quickly turned pale, his body temperature dropped, and he looked like a corpse that had been dead for a while, with no movement at all.

outside the bushes.

The footsteps stopped, and the tall undead holding a giant sword was patrolling the surroundings somewhat mechanically.

It did sense the breath of some living creatures nearby just now, but the breath was too weak, and when he walked in, he found that it had long since disappeared.

The brains of the undead are not easy to use, and they rarely go to the horns like humans.

It wields the great sword in its hand.

After randomly slashing twice in the tall bushes, I saw a fluffy rabbit scurrying out of it and running towards the hole in the distance at a high speed.

The undead warrior's attention was also attracted by the animal, giving up the previous goal.

Turn to another place to continue the search.

"call!"

It's been a long time.

After confirming that the undead had left, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and then coughed violently.

Although the awakened.

But the physical fitness is not as good as that of ordinary people.

Not breathing for a long time, or even keeping his heartbeat at a very low water quality, caused a serious burden on his body. He doubted whether he would be suffocated to death if it took longer.

"Great, that guy has finally gone away."

Arthur took a deep breath, although the air in the skeleton basin was really bad, there was always a strong corpse odor mixed with it.

But now, the young man can't care so much.

"By the way, Merrell, are you alright." Arthur then thought of his sister.

He let go of his arms and saw the little girl's body slumped down like noodles, and fell headlong towards the ground.

"No way!"

Arthur's freckled face suddenly turned pale and stiff.

He stretched out his hand and patted Merrell's indifferent face carefully, "Xiaomei, Xiaomei, are you alright..."

"Quack!"

On the treetops, two crows tilted their heads.

Making a croaking noise~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Merrell still slumped softly into her brother's arms, without any reaction at all.

"Me, what have I done?" The boy collapsed completely. He thought that he, his sister and the rest of the co-rescue members had vowed to liberate all the intelligent beings oppressed by aliens, and secretly accept the harsh punishment together. Training, performing missions, and paying a huge price to escape from the hellish Paradise Mountain arena... Encountered many crises along the way to this land of prophecy.

"We have gone through so many dangers together, why did we fall here..."

The ordeal had hardened his mind.

But now, Arthur still felt that his eyes were red and his nose was sour for a while, he murmured, and the tears were already filling his eyes and he couldn't control it.

at this time.

"Stupid Arthur!" A calm voice sounded from his arms along with a soft cough.

The boy hurriedly lowered his head, and happened to meet a pair of eyes as beautiful as a deep pool in autumn.