Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Accompanied by ripples in space, the portal opened on the shattered plain.

"Whoosh--"

The north wind howled.

The weeds fell with the wind.

This was the site of the Battle of Okagrar. The flat ground still had holes from shelling and trenches dug by engineers, leaving traces of the cruel wars of the past.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Northern Kingdom were buried here, but after several months, most of them were washed away by rain, eroded by insects and bacteria, and began to rot gradually, and finally buried by thick soil, turning into fertilizer buried deep underground.

Night fell, and there was silence all around, with only the sound of wind and insects.

The lich looked around at the wandering souls in the wasteland with his ghost-fire swaying "eyes", sucking in the breath of death in the air.

He should have been excited to come to such a "paradise".

The skeletons of the soldiers are perfect materials for transforming the undead. Otherwise, how could there be a famous saying: "The battlefield is a paradise for necromancers."

War always brings endless killing and death, and these things are the soil for the undead to breed.

He can raise an undead army here.

However, unlike the past, the lich is not transforming the undead for himself, but working for the empire.

Thinking of this, looking at the nearly 100,000 bones densely packed underground, Orest suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and a chill rushed to his head-even though the lich had no scalp and even exposed a yellow skull.

"This, these"

"Are all going to be transformed into undead?"

"You guessed right, this is only the second batch, but I will help you complete it all."

Casius replied lightly.

The smile that inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth made the lich shudder.

Is this "only" the second batch?

Then will there be a third batch, a fourth batch, a fifth batch, or even

But the life box that maintains life is in the hands of the other party. The lich Orest has no way to deal with it. He can only obey orders to save his life.

Orest gritted his teeth and comforted himself: "It's just tens of thousands of ordinary undead skeletons."

"It's nothing at all."

"Not to mention the help of the master."

Although the lich said this, the exposed gums began to tremble.

As a monster more than ten meters long, the transformation of the green-footed dragon snake requires a lot of power, but for the lich, transforming ordinary soldier skeletons is extremely easy.

But it can't bear the accumulation of small amounts and the accumulation of sand into a tower. And the remains of the northern soldiers present add up to nearly 60,000!

It is definitely a huge project to transform them all into undead skeletons-even with Melkor's skeleton scepter in hand.

However, under the merciless gaze of Cassius, the lich still trembled and raised the scepter in his hand, chanting in a low voice: "Long-forgotten skeletons, beings wandering in the void, I call you back"

"Buzz——"

The necromancer magic stone on the top of the scepter suddenly emitted a spherical dark green force field, covering the vast wasteland.

Cassius beside him waved his wings lightly, and the power of [Imperial Domain] suddenly descended.

The surrounding magic net suddenly became extremely active, urging the casting of spells, and the necromancer force field also suddenly expanded several times at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the entire vast abandoned battlefield.

[Undead Scourge]

"Crack, crack"

The skeletons buried deep underground began to tremble, wriggle, and make slight sounds.

The wandering souls in the wasteland began to wail, cry, and howl, but were still dragged back to the ground by invisible forces.

The lich's withered bone hand holding the scepter trembled more and more violently.

However, Orestes still underestimated the power of these tens of thousands of skeletons, and also underestimated the "help" of Cassius.

He had never felt that he was in control of such a powerful force, which was enough to set off a natural disaster of the undead that swept across Anzeta.

Seventy thousand undead bones tied to one body.

If he had not been arrested by Cassius, he might have completed the sacrifice mission of Melkor and embarked on the road to true immortality.

"Return as an immortal and become me.

In an instant, Orest was somewhat intoxicated by it, forgetting that he was still in trouble, and even regarded himself as the real master of these undead.

However, the next moment, the invisible pressure descended, and the lich felt an extremely dangerous breath coming, and his soul fire became flickering.

This is simply a fatal mistake!

He shuddered immediately, and quickly changed his words and whispered:

No, it is the eternal servant of the great Emperor of Burning Ashes-Lord Cassius! Serving the Burning Ashes Empire until the end of the world! "

The surrounding momentum suddenly dissipated, and the lich also breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel that if he had not changed his words just now, his life box would definitely be crushed.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the bones buried in the soil kept moving, making a "crackling" sound of bone friction.

"Shua——"

The first bone hand broke out of the ground.

Then, more bone hands emerged from the ground, like a pale, strange sea of ​​bone hands blooming in the wasteland.

The skeletons of the northern soldiers and generals crawled out of the mud and stood up unsteadily. They were often still wearing rotten and ragged northern military uniforms, and their bone hands were holding broken knives and swords.

However, most of these skeletons were incomplete, with many missing arms and legs, and some with their heads missing and only half of their bodies left. Some even had shrapnel embedded in their ribs.

There was a skeleton of a particularly tall general who was dressed in luxurious clothes. There was an obvious bullet hole in his skull.

However, this was indeed normal. According to statistics from imperial officials, one-third of the casualties of the coalition forces came from artillery bombardment, and another one-third came from gunfire.

These poor northerners were not only ruthlessly slaughtered by the guns and cannons of the Burning Empire during their lifetime, but even after death, they were pulled up from the ground by liches to work as coolies for the empire.

The undead skeletons occupied the wilderness, forming a rather spectacular torrent of skeletons. The 70,000 northern coalition forces that had died in battle have now become the undead army of the empire.

Orest struggled to support the ground with his scepter, and the ghost fire in his eyes dimmed again, and even his body became more hunched.

The lich forced a smile and nodded: "Master, this is the undead army that belongs to you and the empire."

Casius nodded slightly, but turned his head and looked down at him with his pale golden pupils: "You seemed to want to say that this is your servant?"

"No, no!"

"You heard it wrong!"

"No, you are fine, I made a slip of the tongue!"

The lich buried his head even lower, repeatedly defending himself, even a little incoherent.

"I hope so."

Casius turned around, slowly flapped his wings, rose into the air, and looked down at the undead army under him in the moonlight.

"Orest."

"So far, you have done well, I hope you can keep it up."

"Don't worry, my empire will not treat anyone who contributes to the empire unfairly - whether you are an undead lich or a cruel evil ghost, I will treat you equally."

"Thank you very much, master."

The lich knelt on the ground, hunched over.

Hearing Cassius's praise, he actually felt a little flattered - after all, he was still worried about whether he could save his life.

"Now, follow me to the place where the next batch of undead will be transformed."

"."

Orest wanted to cry but had no tears. This lich who had killed countless lives finally deeply felt the feeling of being exploited. (End of this chapter)