The Rise of the Cemetery

At the bottom of a hidden cliff 60 miles away, a blooming bush of wild flowers was still swaying slightly. A slim and slender figure slipped out of the shadow, staggered a few steps before regaining his footing.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the orange wildflowers.

When this slender and tall beauty stood on the spot again, a strange cold murderous intent began to permeate the forest.

"My lord, your injury is not serious, right?" A hoarse and dry voice came from the beauty's hands.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for saving you idiot, would I have been injured?" The beauty raised her right hand in dissatisfaction, and the blue-gray head of the headless knight Celti faced You Nu's angry eyes.

"This... my lord, I'm a knight, not a thief, but I can't escape their searches!" Celti's only remaining head murmured, but it was obvious that he lacked confidence.

"Hmph! You're not a thief. That's why you're riding your windy warhorse around the sky? If you really want to die, I'll throw your head to that nasty little winter melon right now." You Nu He resentfully grabbed Celti's head and shook it wildly, until his eyes were filled with stars, and his head was full of illusory light and shadows before he stopped.

Celti didn't dare to talk anymore, and after retching a few times, she obediently kept silent.

Indeed, if it wasn't for saving herself, there are only a handful of people in this world who can restrain her, only relying on her ability to come and go freely. Just now, the immature shadow field was broken by the legendary wizard's brute force, and the backlash can only be endured helplessly.

Although after many shadow jumps, it was obviously not far enough from the legendary wizard, and this place was not a safe place, so Celti wanted to persuade the bad-tempered master assassin to slide quickly. But Younu was used to being independent, and obviously didn't like being dictated by others, so she hung her head on her waist, waved her backhand towards the grass where she stood just now, and then escaped into the boundless shadow again.

A singularity in the space leading to the shadow plane suddenly opened, and a large group of highly corrosive dark black smoke spewed out from it, directly covering the grass and flowers. When the eroding noise finally stopped, the strange puff of smoke gradually dissipated and melted into the air, revealing a bare brownish-yellow land in place.

It's just that compared with the surrounding area, the ground here also seems to be sunken a lot.

After following Li Xun for such a long time, You Nu has also learned to be more cautious. She will not carelessly leave her blood to those witch god lackeys who are chasing after her.

...

Undead world.

The gloomy sky is still gray, the cold wind howls high in the sky, and the ground is covered with gray except for black and white.

Immersed in this monotonous world for a long time, Finia guessed that he could no longer perceive other colors.

This is a hidden valley basin. Back then, it must have been a pleasant scene of blooming flowers, singing birds and fragrant flowers. But now, there is only the bare dark black ground left, and in some corners there are still some dead tree stumps half a person's height and dry vines that can be crushed when pinched.

The soil under his feet was also rotten and smelly, and if he kicked it casually, he could find white bone fragments or a certain part of the body framed by those bones from the loose mud.

Although the air can still be breathed, every time he takes a breath, there will be a faint tingling pain from the swollen alveoli in his body.

Fenier flicked off the hood on his head, and finally presented his appearance again in this dark and sinking world of death.

Gray gray dead flesh and blood, shriveled and shriveled body, sparse light yellow hair, deep sunken eye sockets, plus the needle-like cross red glow deep in the eye sockets, this is already the shape of a necromancer corpse. But the only thing that distinguishes him from the Lich is the little warmth coming out of the huge nostrils and the slow beating heart.

The right hand holding the White Bone Staff tightened again, and due to the excessive force, the knuckles became more and more protruding. Through the thin gray skin, one can even see the pale joints and seams inside.

Powerful and obscure spatial fluctuations came wave after wave from the depths of the valley, but when they met the hidden magic runes drawn on the steep rock wall at the edge of the valley, they disappeared silently.

Let's hope it works this time!

Fenier thought casually.

This is already the third large-scale sacrifice. Ever since a natural space crack was discovered in this valley a year ago, the great legendary Lich "Lord Pale" Sazastan set up his own laboratory here, making various preparations for communicating with the main plane.

Although they have the plane markers of Klein Continent, unfortunately due to the lack of resources and the existence of natural enemies, stable plane connection has never been possible. As a last resort, Sazastan could only use a large-scale sacrifice to open a temporary space channel for preliminary communication.

Their original plan was to moderately expand their territory, plunder a large number of "sacrifices" from the surrounding lords, and then use them as materials to complete this sacrifice. It's a pity that the battle has been going on for more than half a year, but it still can't completely defeat that difficult zombie lord. On the contrary, the power of the lord they had previously controlled was shrinking more and more in the long-term consumption of the battle.

Of course, what's even worse is that at the most intense moment of the battle, a third-party undead force actually intervened. These damned guys seemed to have a grudge against them, staring at their empty rear and chasing them fiercely, which directly led to the weakness and retreat on the frontline battlefield.

Fenir, who was ordered to investigate, couldn't even get close to their lair, only knowing that this third-party force might be controlled by a certain bone dragon lord.

"These damned undead!" Fenier cursed angrily again.

If it wasn't for their intervention, maybe the war wouldn't have lasted half a year at all, maybe the temporary space channel had already been successfully built, maybe with the supplies from the main plane, his body wouldn't have declined to this point.

One after another, one by one, every unsatisfactory thing can be counted on the group of damned undead.

Now even the great legendary Lich Sazastan secretly gave up the war on the front line and returned to this valley with some undead elite. The large-scale sacrifice started two days ago. Due to the lack of a large number of undead prisoners of war, in order to make up for the sacrifice gap, the lord will most likely make up for the lack of quantity with quality. Hoho, those brainless undead natives should have become part of the ceremony by now, right?

Just when he was silently lost in thought, his mind swayed inexplicably, as if a hidden heartstring was triggered.

"Damn bastard!" Fenier cursed again, cast a flying spell on himself, and led a group of ghost men towards the direction where a warning circle was triggered in the distance.

Since their forces retreated back to the valley, that annoying third-party force has begun to infiltrate and investigate everywhere. In particular, the hidden valley they focused on defense has become a key area for the undead to attack and sneak repeatedly. Infiltration alerts like this come up maybe a dozen or two times a day, each time with swarms of specialized ghouls or some sort of stealthy spirit assassin.

Sometimes even Fenier, a level 16 Dark Master, couldn't help but start to admire this opponent. The endlessly emerging strange undead creatures under the opponent's hands are simply top-notch, and he has certain characteristics that even he can't help but praise. It can be seen that most of the subordinates owned by the opponent have undergone special biological transformation, and they are already very different from the undead born from the source, and can even be classified into two different types of undead creatures.

Many times Fenier wondered if there was a great undead creature expert hidden behind that hateful third-party undead force. You must know that the transformation of undead creatures involves the original soul fire of the undead in many places, rather than simple physical variation. To maintain the symbiosis of the soul fire and the mutated body, and maintain it in a long-term and stable manner, to create a new group of undead, this is no less than the means of the "creator".

In Fenier's perception, it seems that only the great legendary lich emperor and certain undead kings can be involved in this level of transformation.

The undead world has legendary undead kings, which they already knew when they first came to this plane. There is even evidence that the legendary Lich "The Pale Lord" Sazastan has fought one of the kings, but the outcome is not known. But only from Sazastan temporarily living in such a remote wilderness, one can wonder how the battle will end.

The kings of the undead world are never single. Hundreds of thousands of years of natural selection, although their individual strength and magic equipment are inferior to the legendary lich who came across the border, they can be surrounded by a large number of elite men, and they even have two legendary items in their hands. The pale lord of magic gear is on the run.

To be honest, this is really a paradise for the development of necromancers.

The low-level undead all over the mountains, the middle- and high-level undead natives who dominate, and the undead king sitting in one area, if these fall into the hands of the undead council and conquer them one by one, it will definitely be the best rear base camp to counterattack Klein Continent . It's a pity that the natural barrier of the plane separated them on both sides, allowing them, the group of advance troops, to sit on the treasure mountain without the tools to dig, and instead lived a miserable and melancholy life.

And he, the master of darkness, is about to become a real necromancer.

At this moment, his body has already entered irreversible decline. If he does not perform the Lich Reincarnation Ceremony in time, I am afraid that he will have to spend the rest of his life as a crude Lich.

But no matter what, this body of his had to be lost. Thinking of being separated from the fragrant air, delicate beauties, delicious food, and warm and comfortable velvet bed from now on, Fenier felt that his future was bleak and his life was gloomy.

As a result, the image of a tall, proud, noble, and imposing beauty emerged from the depths of his soul.

"Solanlian..."