The Rise of the Cemetery

(There are 1000 chapters!!! I don’t care about the size of this number, but an indescribable excitement! I, who have never tried writing before, was able to complete more than 3 million words of creation in 2 years. It is my pride to share it with everyone!!!)

A dark, damp wormway stretched in front of his eyes.

Every now and then a side road or wide hall would suddenly appear.

The ground is uneven, and such rough and rough roads are obviously not suitable for human traffic. Only the Zerg can walk freely in such an environment by using their many sharp joints.

Since the soil layer here is not deep enough, the thick rhizomes of ancient trees and the roots of dense bushes will always be pulled out from the sticky and slippery intestinal wall. In the impromptu tunnels dug by the burrowers, you can also find some strange scales and insect skins that have shed from their bodies.

Fekans walked cautiously through the dark tunnels one after another, passing by some war bugs swarming past from time to time. But the two sides were clearly close at hand and smelled each other, but those war insects squeezed past Fkansi as if turning a blind eye to it.

It can be seen that they must be carrying some kind of mission assigned by the brain worms, and they are rushing to a certain battlefield at this moment.

Fekansi tried her best to curl her body up on the side of the tunnel, and waited until the 3000 war bugs swarmed past before continuing her journey. There is no way, what he transformed into is just an ordinary war worm, and he is no different from other war worms in terms of level of authority, so he still doesn't dare to ostentatiously wander in the worm lane.

The Zerg is a highly centralized group that specializes in killing. The ordinary Zerg is just the carrier of the extension of the consciousness of the superior Zerg, and there is no concept of individual power or private interests at all. Therefore, every worm Fkansi saw was busy, and there was no "free" worm wandering around the world like him.

If it was just ordinary mimicry and camouflage, Fekansi wouldn't even try to hide from any bugs she came into contact with. But after obtaining a magical soul template from Li Xun, Fei Kansi also inexplicably possessed the ability to truly replicate.

After he captured a War Worm on the battlefield and sucked its juice, he transformed himself into an Ahn'Qiraj War Worm once and for all. This change is not just the appearance, even the soul breath and way of thinking have become exactly the same.

Riding this weird body, Fekansi crossed the battlefield, got into the wormhole, and walked quickly through the wormway for more than ten hours, but what was displayed in front of it was still twists and turns, I don't know A wide wormway leading to nowhere.

Damn, this is not going to work! The worm paths here extend in all directions and are interlocking, but they lack a unified and detailed plan. Therefore, for this "fake" bug, this place is really a huge maze covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of kilometers. If I only rely on myself to grope bit by bit, I am afraid that Klein's plane has fallen, and it will be difficult for me to find the real core of the insect nest.

After thinking briefly, Fekansi swung her four pairs of jointed limbs, and turned into a more spacious passage amidst a muffled sound.

This should be the main road for the Zerg to walk through the ground, and it is much wider and flatter than the "small path" that they were on just now. What surprised Fakansi even more was the creep that extended to every inch of the cave wall.

This is a special living substance between plants and animals. Walking on it is like walking on a piece of tough and soft cowhide armor. The sharp joints will no longer be damaged due to deep penetration into the soil It becomes difficult to walk. And standing on the creep, Fekansi can feel that the energy breath in her body is also slowly increasing, and her connection with the distant soul can also be significantly strengthened.

This sounds like a good thing, but Fakansi has become more cautious. It doesn't want the bugs to discover its true identity in the bug's old nest. Fighting is the most annoying thing, if you can avoid it, try to avoid it!

After walking through the swarm for so long, Fekansi finally discovered that there is also a serious hierarchy in the swarm. War insects and flying insects like it are undoubtedly the lowest-ranked cannon fodder, and their status is also the lowest, while those Hydralisks that look like a skinned viper are obviously higher than ordinary war insects.

In the central passage, whenever the Hydralisks appear, the swarm will give them the best position in the middle. And these haughty Hydralisks swaggered away with their ugly bodies.

This kind of process is completely spontaneous and conscious, just like every bug has already etched a complete set of Zerg ranks in the brain, and there is no need for brain bugs to command, and it has become an instinct to give priority to protecting the upper Zerg.

Of course, during the period of traveling underground, Fekansi saw more than once some Zerg warehouses guarded by elite warriors, which were hoarded with gold, silver, agate, purple jade, etc. that could fill a huge cave. Precious metals and magic gems.

All the things are simply piled up in a cave, there are no magic traps, no magic guards, no mountains and seas of Zerg guards, only ten elite war bugs are guarding.

Every time she passed through the mouth of such a cave, Fekans could feel her soul trembling.

With his legendary king's fighting strength, it would take less than 3 fingers to kill these ten war worms, and it would take less than a quarter of an hour to wipe out the entire cave. But...but he couldn't do it!

The stern admonition from the master of the cemetery, Master Kel'Thuzad's earnest teachings, and the damn mission that he promised!

Fakansi reluctantly glanced at the jewels that dazzled the insect's eyes, turned her head and continued to crawl deep into the insect's nest.

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Just as the large cemetery and the swarms were enjoying themselves on the edge of the Zerg Plain, the distant Elven Holy City fell into crisis again.

Persimmons like to find soft ones, and the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg is no exception!

After a few rounds of fighting with the Great Cemetery in the Elven Forest, the brain worms who didn't take advantage of it immediately gave up this terrible slow suicide war.

Fighting the elves, even if the sacrifice is huge, the spoils captured can make the price paid worth the fare. But in the battle against the Great Cemetery, even if there were occasional victories, the bugs couldn't digest the body of the undead that people hate like dogs. And what's even worse is that it has become very difficult for the high-ranking undead in the cemetery to completely kill them.

It is said that with the increase in the number of dracolich in the Great Cemetery, a dracolich belonging to the Undead Research Institute was idle and bored, and actually came up with a simple version of the dracolich. This kind of phylactery is certainly not the same as the real Lich phylactery, but what is weird is that it can be used on other creatures.

You know, if you want to build a real Lich's phylactery, the cost can simply make an ordinary legendary mage go bankrupt. Therefore, there are so many necromancers who want to live forever in each plane, but there are only a handful of them who really become liches. why? The real reason for hindering the large-scale emergence of liches is the inability to get together the magic gems and magic materials to create the lich's phylactery.

What's more, in the process of creating the Lich's phylactery, various magical skills that have long been no longer circulated in the outside world are required. This requires extremely high knowledge reserves for the builder, and it is difficult for ordinary holy-level mages to achieve, let alone those big magicians. I went to the teacher. Therefore, generally speaking, transforming a lich can only be done by advanced spellcasters, and it is also their exclusive benefit. The rest of the fighters cannot meet the standards in terms of financial resources, knowledge reserves, and magic skills.

What's more, the Lich phylactery that I made by myself can only be used by myself because it is custom-made, and there has never been a problem of off-the-shelf supply!

But now, a certain draconic dracolich actually created the simplest version of the lich's phylactery. This lich phylactery does not have the function of repairing the damaged soul at all, nor does it have the function of creating a new body again. It only has the simplest effect of summoning souls.

In other words, if the owner of the phylactery dies suddenly in the outside world, the broken phylactery can be used to gather the soul back again. Of course, this phylactery also needs to be placed in a safe enough place.

To put it bluntly, now there is a funny dracolich who used cheap means to make a simple phylactery, allowing any creature to imprint his own soul breath in it. If he dies suddenly outside, the spiritual circle of the phylactery will pull the guy's soul back and give it a chance to start over.

This idea is actually somewhat similar to the current Hall of Conjuring Souls in the Great Cemetery. However, the Hall of Conjuring Souls can only store 5 souls at a time, and the waiting process for recovery is extremely long, so it is usually only used as an exclusive benefit for heroes in the cemetery. But this kind of simple phylactery can be produced in large quantities, it is simple and practical, and can benefit all classes.

Therefore, some time ago, with the appearance of a large number of simple phylacteries, almost every mercenary and high-level elite living in the circle of the large cemetery had one. After they branded their souls, they stored the phylactery in the Hall of Invoking Souls or the Temple of Evil Gods, and paid a large amount of security fees to the acolytes.

In this way, once they die suddenly in the future and their souls return to the phylactery, they need to trouble the acolyte to send their souls back to the place of origin to regain a body.

This seems to have become a new business for the acolytes!

It is precisely because all the subordinates of the Great Cemetery are so difficult to deal with, and the battered brain worms urgently need a large amount of flesh and blood to facilitate the evolution of their subordinates, so they can only focus on those relatively weak elves family.

Therefore, when Qunhao in the cemetery was fighting the swarms to death in the Zerg Plain, a larger swarm of swarms had already approached the holy city of elves.

After more than half a month of rest, the elves have recovered from the last big defeat. During this period of time, they sent a large number of elite members of the clan to the World of Warcraft Continent, where they worked hard to "negotiate" with the natives such as the King of Warcraft to get along with each other.

Hehe, it is said to be a negotiation, but it is actually more of a threat. The fate of the ancient times has long since disappeared with the passage of time. If the elves with big families want to occupy a vast forest in the Warcraft Continent, it is impossible to do it without going through some open and secret struggles.

So when a large swarm of insects emerged from the ground in the nearby jungle, the entire elf holy city shook.