Lord Of The People: My Undead Will Fission

"Don't wait, kill them first to save exposure."

Fang Jie gave an order, and the skeleton generals around him rushed out. The orcs found the enemy approaching, so they shouted and wanted to resist. The undead, they have never seen it before.

Many orcs were even more surprised, not knowing what this was.

Perhaps their ancestors have seen it, but their generation of undead has long been a legend.

The battle was about to break out, and an orc in the middle inserted the totem in his hand to the ground, and all the orcs' strength was improved in an instant. But in the face of these powerful beings, they are still not opponents.

The wolf cavalry just rushed up and found that they were already surrounded.

That's right, this is the sphere of influence of the werewolf, and the most powerful unit is the wolf cavalry. However, under the crushing of 1,600 bronze-level powerhouses, they were all killed in a few minutes.

"There are underground, these mice are really powerful in their ability to punch holes."

Fang Jie saw some ratmen and werewolves entering the cave, and the skeleton warriors chased them in and started to hunt down.

Fortunately, the werewolves are tall, so these caves are also larger, otherwise, their own skeleton warriors really can't enter them. After all, in terms of body size, the skeleton warrior is not small.

After a while, all the orcs were dealt with, and the corpses were piled up in front of Fang Jie.

"Okay, let's start here. It's all plains here. It's not easy to hide. It's not good to be discovered."

Fang Jie waved his hand and let the skeletons start digging around. After all, this area used to be a killing field. But Fang Jie soon discovered that developing here was easier than he thought.

Those who the orcs killed in those days did not bury them underground at all.

Back then, the corpses were just thrown away like that, but now they don't know it. So the skeletons found a large number of broken bones from the surrounding, not even a complete one.

It's been shattered to this extent, and I don't know how many years have passed. It's a shame that these orcs can still camp and live here.

"The remaining souls are only memory fragments, which are useless at all."

Fang Jie probed the surrounding ghosts, but there were only some memory fragments, which were useless at all.

"If it's a simple level, maybe these residual ghosts can become soldiers by themselves as long as they are stimulated. Unfortunately, in scenes that are too difficult, these assistances have disappeared."

Fang Jie had already prepared and did not intend to use these things as his own help.

If it is so easy to pass the world scene, is it still called a disaster level? No matter who they are, as long as they find a way, won't they be able to pass the difficult exploration?

That's obviously impossible, it's the real world, it's not a game for people to play.

Looking at the pile of corpses, Fang Jie took out the scroll and learned the skill of wind bone grass. Then Fang Jie started to release skills against the bones in front of him.

A large amount of magic power gathered, and the rich death force turned into a black aura visible to the naked eye.

The black power condensed on the bones in front of him, and those bones quickly began to melt, and even the flesh and blood began to melt. In the end, little things the size of a finger appeared like this.

It looks like a weird sculpture carved out of a hollow, and if you look closely, it looks like grass curled up into a ball. Fang Jie can feel that there is a connection between himself and this thing.

Just because the thinking of these wind bones is too weak, Fang Jie can only control it roughly, or not control it.

And the rhizoma can only control the trajectory of its movement so as not to touch Fang Jie, or touch it so that it will not hurt him.

If it touches other creatures, the sharp surface of the turmeric can easily leave a trace on the creature. The special power on this trace will slowly spread and become a crack.

The blood will continue to flow out, and it is difficult to heal, this is the wind bone grass.

Don't look at this rhizoma rhizoma it doesn't look very big now, but in fact, this thing can grow automatically like a plant. As long as it is released, it only takes a few hours to grow up, and in a few days, it can grow to be bigger than a human being.

But it is very light, and it can run around as long as there is a slight breeze.

"Good luck, it can be used in conjunction with the undead recovery ability." Fang Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect that the wind bone grass he made had a duration, and it could only last for a week at most. But with the addition of his own undead recovery ability, the duration will become infinite.

Unless it is destroyed, it can continue to exist.

In the main world, if this thing is released, it will definitely attract the attention of those powerhouses. There are also various armies, they are not afraid, they will find trouble for themselves.

But in this world, Fang Jie believes that no one will have the opportunity to deal with him.

As long as the wind-bone grass becomes large, no matter how many orcs there are, they can only be slaughtered by themselves.

"Very good, then let's start from here." Fang Jie released the rhizoma grass, and then waited for time to restore its magic power. It's almost recovered, so I'll do it again.

Next, Fang Jie took out a book, this is not a prop, but some knowledge record books about undead spells.

Fang Jie researched and released a wind bone grass spell from time to time.

I ate here when I was hungry. I brought a lot of food and water, and the professional space was almost full. Fang Jie has been preparing these ever since he got the job transfer scroll.

Now it happens to be used, there are so many skeleton warriors to protect, Fang Jie just needs to do his own thing.

The bones and the power of death here are enough for Fang Jie to summon here for a long time.

Fang Jie was summoned here, and the orcs were in some trouble. One day, a little boar saw a fist-sized white ball rolling over on the ground.

The wild boar, who was curious in his heart, leaned over to see what it was.

But the ball was very flexible, it swept past him, and the wild boar could only continue to chase.

But what he didn't realize was that bloodstains gradually appeared on the arm he wiped, and the blood began to flow. Just because it didn't hurt at all, the little boar didn't feel it at all.

I ran until I felt dizzy, and the little wild boar fell directly to the ground.

By the time it was discovered, the little wild boar had lost too much blood and could not be saved. On this day, there were not one or two wild boars who were also inexplicably injured in the tribe. This situation continued to increase over time, especially those rat people.