Create the Age of Magic

In the early morning, the entire Tidal Mist Swamp was pitch black. Because of the mist, neither moonlight nor starlight could shine in here. Only the bonfire in the camp was the only light here.

Except for the ten watchmen and two warriors, the magicians were meditating, and the others were resting.

The Shiwu Swamp at night is very dangerous, resting without taking some protection is courting death, and there is no healer like Yi'an in the team, so we must be careful and careful.

When camping in such a dangerous place, the dried high-level magic beast feces powder is usually sprinkled around the camp. The powder with the breath of high-level monsters can deter some weak monsters. Jacob also prepared these things, but the magician We still put another layer of insurance on here.

They took out a set of strange gadgets and arranged them around. It was a set of portable small labyrinths, which could provide good protection for the team, and could block the entry of some poisonous insects and other not powerful but very dangerous creatures. And it can also give warning when the monster is close to a certain range.

Due to the deliberately reduced size and the use of magic spar for energy, the effect of this maze is not strong, but it can still be used as a warning.

It can be said to be a must-have equipment for traveling at home, going out for adventure, and robbing houses. Unfortunately, there is only a magician version, and there is no universal version. Otherwise, this set of things will become a major source of income for the Magic Council.

Even though there are enough ways for the Magic Council to make money now, no one wants too much money, right?

Horn put the quilt behind him, and lay comfortably on the bed to read knight novels. Since there were so many people here, he read serious novels written by serious authors that Horn paid for.

The other magicians in the tent were meditating or doing some small things, but he was the only one who was so lazy.

For Horn, this action is considered to be enjoying life, his main body is still working hard, but this clone can enjoy salty fish to his heart's content. Because if there is no salty fish here, the abilities in all aspects will decline in all aspects, and it will be better to work hard and relax at the same time.

This is not Horn looking for reasons for himself to read novels, absolutely not!

When Horn is bored, he can still chat with Edward's consciousness in his body, and when he wants to sleep, he can hand over his body to Edward to take charge of it. For Horn, it is really a very comfortable life.

Suddenly Horn sat up from the bed, looked in one direction, and frowned.

Something is out of camp!

...

A pair of dark green eyes observed this camp full of life in the dark. Different from the turbid life of wild beasts, the breath here is very sweet to it, so sweet that it wants to tear all the creatures inside. !

It was completely naked, its body was dry without a trace of moisture, and its slender fingers had sharp knife-like claws. It was a mutated zombie. Before it was discovered by the old grave guard, it had successively been killed in many villages. murder.

It has always been hungry and thirsty, and it can only be relieved by tearing open the body of a living person with its own hands and splashing blood on itself, because it died of thirst in the desert.

Before he became an undead, the throat of his corpse was completely stuck together due to the loss of moisture. Even after it became an undead, it couldn't drink a single drop of blood.

It hates humans and wants to kill humans. When there are no living people, animals or monsters can barely survive. After all, humans are a rare species in this Twilight Swamp.

But now, it stared at the camp with its mouth wide open, look, what is that?

It's human!

But it didn't rush up in a hurry. After being strengthened by the old gravekeeper, it has the most basic IQ. When hunting, don't be in a hurry. If you are in a hurry, the prey may run away...

Licking his lips with a tongue as dry as beef jerky, it tiptoed towards the camp full of living people.

As an undead, it can feel the vitality of living things. The stronger the vitality, the more delicious it is, but the more dangerous it is, so it plans to find ordinary people with weak vitality to eat meat first.

Its ability will be greatly increased at night, and the night is his best cover. The camp has no walls, which is a suitable place for it to hunt. Even as a mutant zombie, it can run fast on the ground, but it Its body is still very stiff, jumping over obstacles is what it is least good at.

Walking softly in front of a tent, its eyes flickered. It hadn't killed humans for a long time, and it was looking forward to it.

Watching human beings die in pain is a joy for zombies.

But just when it pulled out its claws and was about to reach the tent, something happened suddenly.

The sky suddenly dawned!

It looked up blankly, and saw two humans in black robes standing ten meters away from him, holding a long wooden stick in their hands, and at the top of the stick was a mass of soft light, Light up the entire camp.

For humans, the light is soft, but for it, it is very glaring. It stretches its arms horizontally to block the light as much as possible, and observes the group of humans through the gaps in the arms.

Sunlight does no substantial harm to the third-level undead, and this is not sunlight, but it is the common instinct of all undead to hate light.

Not only the two humans in robes, but the entire camp came out and stared at it, as if they had discovered something novel.

Especially the eyes of the human in the black robe at the front made it even more at a loss, because those eyes were exactly the same as the eyes it used to look at its prey!

It was inexplicably nervous, and didn't know what to do now, because it had never experienced this feeling, this feeling called fear.

It used to bring fear to ordinary people, but today it is human beings who bring fear to it!

With fear, it became more ferocious, and roared at the crowd, with the howl of a painful soul in the voice, ordinary soldiers covered their ears, and others frowned, only Horn pointed It said: "Hey, look, this guy can bark!"

Everyone was quite speechless. Horn's current appearance was a little confusing, and his excited expression was more permeating than that zombie.

It's a pity that Horn couldn't control himself, because this is the instinct of a researcher who sees an interesting test product.

In fact, they are still very grateful to Horn. If Horn hadn't discovered that the zombie was peeping outside in advance, they would have suffered losses in dealing with this zombie. Even if Maze could find it, such a short distance is enough for it to hurt people. up.

Horn walked up to Jacob, lightly poked his arm and said:

"Look, let me say that there are third-level undead creatures."

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