Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Oh? Is this the new activity?"

After getting the news, Singo immediately came over on a flying dragon.

"Just land here."

"Tsk, it's still too late. Why didn't the official reveal the news in advance?"

The flying dragon he sat on flapped its wings, slowly hovering, and finally landed in the dragon park near the Ember Emperor Square.

Traffic control in Istalia has become increasingly strict recently, and tiefling guards from the City Appearance Administration are always patrolling the streets.

Even if Singo is a Viscount of the Empire, he will still receive a ticket for parking his wyvern indiscriminately.

It is said that Chief Minister Trump once set an example and personally paid compensation once - and since then, no dragon-blooded noble has dared to disobey the traffic order. Even the most ferocious and cruel ogres must obey. wait.

"But there's no need to squeeze in with these people."

Singo took out a delicate telescope inlaid with gold wire from his backpack and looked at the notice board in the distance.

This is the equipment specially equipped by the garrison for the red-scale conquerors - the "Eye of the Flying Dragon". It not only uses optical principles to see things in the distance, but also comes with an omniscient spell that can see magic fluctuations.

With the help of the "Eye of the Flying Dragon", Singo was also able to see the notices in the distance clearly, but related pictures have begun to circulate in the forum.

The new activity location of the Ember Empire camp——

[The Institute of Undead] was officially opened on October 11, 1786 in the New Calendar!

[Introduction: In the Kormi Mountains in the west of the Carter Kingdom, there is an appalling Lost Valley. There are often shrill wailing sounds here, and it is said that everyone who enters the Lost Valley will be lost in it and turn into a dead soul that can never be freed.]

[According to the texts left by the long-dead bards, there is a terrible lich living in seclusion in this valley. It is called the "Soul Chanter". It is the nightmare of all living people and the grazing of ghosts. Men, messengers of Melkor.]

"Wait, this description"

"Why does it feel a bit like a horror copy?"

Singo frowned slightly. He had exchanged his experience for knowledge in the "Imperial Necromancy Encyclopedia" and learned about undead creatures like lich - every lich is an insidious and crazy immortal.

At the same time, they are often powerful spellcasters comparable to legendary necromancers, and are by no means something that today's players can fight against.

"Are we going to conquer the lich?"

He asked this question.

However, the topic of the next billboard changed, and it turned back to the "loyalty" style that players are familiar with.

[But now, under the glory of the invincible His Majesty Cassius, the Great Wasteland of Anzetta has been ruled by the great Ember Empire, and the Lich was also impressed by His Majesty's strength and quality, and voluntarily became a loyal minister of the Empire belongs! ]

[The Lost Valley, once a restricted area for the living, has now taken on a new look and has become the Empire's [Undead Research Institute]. We are committed to allowing all undead to contribute to the development of the Empire! ]

Activity leader: Soul Chanter-Orest

Event Details:

Please bring the fallen bodies and skeletons as complete as possible to the [Undead Research Institute] to find the person in charge [Soul Eternal Sigher-Orest]

You offer corpses and bones to the research institute, and after consuming a certain amount of experience and gold coins from the Lich, you will receive a special item [Undead Follower Rental Contract]

(Note: This item is permanently effective. You will have three opportunities to summon the transformed undead followers every day, each time limited to fifteen minutes.)

(The strength of the undead follower is determined by the strength of the corpse before death and the type of transformation.)

"Is this... a permanent servant?"

Singo's pupils shrank, and he instantly realized the importance of this event - it meant that he could pull all the bosses he had killed in the past out of their graves and turn them into his followers!

Moreover, the [Immortal Follower Rental Contract] is permanently valid, with up to three summoning opportunities every day!

“The official activity launched this time is simply too conscientious!”

He couldn't help but sigh.

You must know that players at this stage, even players who play Necromancer, can only create the lowest level skeletons at most.

Moreover, they do not have an artifact like "Melkor's Skeleton Scepter". The undead creatures they create will turn back into ordinary skeletons soon, which is almost useless to advanced players like him!

The [Immortal Follower Rental Contract] is completely different. He can even turn the former boss into a follower!

"The 'Corpse Summoning Flow' may be coming!"

"We must seize the opportunity immediately, otherwise the boss's remains will be snatched up by the wealthy families who have the numerical advantage!"

Singo's eyes widened, and he untied the rope buckle in front of him, then skillfully turned over and climbed onto the flying dragon.

"Feilong, leave immediately!"

"Ouch~~"

The bipedal dragon roared, flapped its wings, and flew towards the southwest suburbs of the city - where Singo once cleared a bandit's den alone.

There was a 13-foot-tall half-giant bandit leader boss with a challenge level of nine. He was poisoned and killed by his design. Now he can come in handy.

At the same time, he also sent the message to the remaining three people in the group.

Singo: Go grab the body!

I'm going to eat steamed buns:?

I went to eat steamed buns: Are you crazy?

Born to fight: Mantou, take a look at the forum, this is the latest activity.

Born to Fight: It is said that the bosses of the wealthy guilds are all crazy. They each brought hundreds of people to fight for the ownership of the Frost Giant Battlefield. That scene, wow.

Born to Fight: [Screenshot]

I'm going to eat steamed buns: There is such a thing?

Xia Ye Qiu Yu: I give up. All the bosses I have fought have been burned to ashes (TT)

"Roar——"

The two-legged dragon let out a long roar, then circled and landed on the hill, next to the inconspicuous cave.

Singo moved quickly and soon came to the den where the robbers were hiding.

"Great!"

"This base has not been discovered yet!"

He wrapped up the body of the half-giant leader, which was surrounded by flies and exuded a strong corpse odor, without any disdain.

After several days of fermentation, this corpse, which originally had giant blood, had rotted and swelled, becoming a thorough "Giant View".

But Singo didn't care, and was even a little excited. After he finished "packing" with great effort, he shouted loudly:

"Wyvern, go to Carter Principality!"

"Ah?"

Even the wyvern, which has the habit of eating carrion, tilted its head in confusion and covered its nostrils with its forelimbs.

"Don't worry about it, take this corpse with you, we have to hurry."

"Ah"

Under the order of its master, the wyvern had to pick up the corpse, which was wrapped in cloth but could not hide the stench, and flapped its wings to fly away.

Fortunately, the atavistic wyvern was strong and fast.

Not long after, they crossed half of Anzeta and came to the Lost Valley in the west of Carter Principality, which is the location of the Undead Biology Research Institute.

"Huh, it's not too late."

Singo rode on the back of the wyvern and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There were already more than a dozen people queuing at the entrance of the institute. They were basically dragging corpses and skeletons, and some even carried a coffin. (End of this chapter)