The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis

Chen Weicai breathed a sigh of relief because of his victory, and a red message popped in front of him.

[Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves! Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves! 】

Looking at the message that popped up in front of him, Chen Wei's expression suddenly became solemn.

At this moment, Stanford and Zhuifeng also surrounded him.

Seeing that Chen Wei's complexion was not very good, Zhui Feng tried to persuade him there.

"Boss, this kind of loss is considered small. We encountered a sneak attack, and we killed them all."

Zhuifeng became more and more excited as he talked. He even ran to the place where the elf hero was standing before, and found the flag that was blown out.

"Boss, have you seen it? This is the clan flag of the elves. When we saw this thing before, no matter how rude their request was, we would agree to it.

Now you see, I dare to do it. "

While talking, Zhuifeng threw the flag on the ground and stepped on it back and forth.

"Thank you."

Seeing Zhuifeng's performance so hard, Chen Wei felt a little better.

"Zuifeng, can you find this clan?"

This question stopped Zhuifeng from asking, he propped his chin and thought seriously: "They are not from the nearby clans, there are two elf clans nearby, neither of them have this style, I recognize their flags and styles.

This kind of mouse player should be the clan that has just been arranged.

If we want to seek revenge from them, we may not necessarily find a place. "

Chen Wei looked at Stanford again at this time: "Stanford, help deal with all the corpses here, I need to use these corpses to replenish my troops."

Speaking of this, Chen Wei paused, "The corpse of the elf hero remains."

Stanford understood what Chen Wei meant, and he immediately called the walking corpse to move the corpse.

At this time, Zhuifeng said from the side: "Boss, you want to engage in those skeletons again, can't you not?"

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean I'm making a bone frame? Bah, that's transforming the undead. Besides, if I don't transform, these corpses are useless. If it decomposes into flesh and blood, you can eat it."

Zhuifeng wasn't unhappy when Chen Wei said that, he just said, "That's not what I mean, I just feel a little uncomfortable, those skeletons are really useless, it's better to recruit more centaurs."

"You centaurs are of no use." Stanford, who had brought the corpse back, heard what Zhuifeng said, and went back straight away.

"Why are our centaurs useless?"

"You guys want to eat."

"But we run fast!"

"You guys want to eat."

"We are very strong."

"You guys want to eat."

"Okay, you two stop arguing, it's really troublesome, Stanford is doing things."

Chen Wei directly separated the two who were about to fight, "Transform them all, don't leave any one behind."

Stanford snorted at Zhuifeng, and then directed the walking corpses to pile up the corpses of elves and dwarves.

When Stanford turned his head, Chen Wei looked at Zhuifeng, "How much did you lose this time?"

"Ah, oh, not much loss, more than a dozen ponies were killed."

Although Zhuifengzui didn't seem too concerned about the loss, his appearance actually made his heart ache for the dead nightmare centaur.

"Are there any undiscovered people's stables nearby? You need to replenish your troops."

Chasing the wind shook his head, "No, I have run through all the nearby stables, and I have recruited all the centaurs that I can recruit. If I want to find them again, I will have to travel two days to other areas. Consumption along the way is troublesome."

Chen Weizheng wanted to say that two days is not far away, but he immediately understood that the two days mentioned by Zhuifeng meant two days at the speed of a centaur.

The distance here is far away.

Chen Wei also didn't ask about the elves and dwarves camps nearby.

It is unlikely that the elves will join the wind chasing team.

As for the dwarves, it is possible for them to join the wind chasing team, but after joining the dwarves, the speed of the wind chasing team will become similar to that of Stanford's team.

Marching with dwarves is equivalent to killing Zhuifeng.

Just as Chen Wei was thinking about how to replenish some troops for Zhuifeng, Stanford was also ready to summon the soul.

He stood in front of the pile of corpses and chanted a spell. The pile of corpses had obviously been sorted out, and the corpses were stored separately for different levels, races, and occupations.

The banner that was trampled by Chasing Wind before was piled on top of the pile of corpses, and next to the banner was the big mouse that the elf hero rode.

Stanford really only left one corpse for Chen Wei, and nothing else was spared.

Under Stanford's spell, purple magic lines covered the pile of corpses.

At the same time, a green mist rose around the pile of corpses.

Under the influence of the mist, the pile of corpses slowly sank downward.

After a while, the ground swallowed up all these corpses.

It was as if they had never seen these corpses in the first place.

At this moment, Stanford took a step back.

The magic circle on the ground began to expand outward, but in a blink of an eye, a purple magic circle with a diameter of thirty meters appeared on the ground.

Finding that Stanford's way of handling this time was different from last time, Chen Wei stepped forward and asked.

"What's happening here?"

"Oh, this time the race and occupation of the source of the corpse are different, I used a more secure method."

While Stanford was explaining, the soil under the magic circle began to change again. Bone-like arms stretched out from the mud, and began to climb up from the ground with a single effort.

Chen Wei noticed that these skeleton soldiers were somewhat different from the previous skeleton soldiers.

Broken armor made of white bones appeared on their bodies, and they held long swords made of white bones in their hands.

"This is……"

"The size of the previous corpses was not the same, so some adjustments were made automatically."

As soon as Chen Wei heard it, he understood why the corpses were different in size. To put it bluntly, the dwarves were too short and the elves were too thin.

If the corpse was transformed using the previous method, the transformed skeleton would not be visible at all.

That's why Stanford will use such means.

But the skeleton transformed by this method must be somewhat different.

Chen Wei looked at the skeleton soldiers, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a different skeleton behind the skeleton soldiers.

The other skeletons are holding long bone swords, but this skeleton soldier is holding a long staff of bones.

At the same time, there was a cracked line between the eyebrows of this skeleton soldier. Those who didn't know it still thought that his head had been beaten, and they hadn't finished fighting yet.

"this is?"

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