The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0110 The trouble of growth

Li Xun was lying in the stone tower bedroom in a state of uncertainty.

For the first time, Li Xun always felt uneasy when his own hero went out to do it alone. There are already 4 heroes, and if there is another one, the skeletal column can be constructed smoothly. At that time, the hero is considered to have life support, and now he is still taking a dangerous risk when going abroad.

"Ghost ..." Li Xun chanted silently, and he was a little unclear about the attitude of these men. Think of them as NPCs. They all have a sense of autonomy, have their own emotional judgment, and grow together with themselves, which is obviously unfair to them. Think of them as partners. The way they appear still makes Li Xun geng. Is this a way for a creature to appear?

Somehow, Li Xun couldn't sleep tonight, his thoughts were ups and downs, he always felt that he was missing a lot of things, but he couldn't remember what he was missing!

Standing up, Li Xun walked up to the roof, letting the silver moonlight sprinkle on himself, and the cold night wind embraced the whole body tightly.

Are you too loud and ignoring some things around you?

Are you still playing games?

No, this is by no means a game, this is a real world, a real life!

In this case, do you have to change your attitude? Keeping mystery, and maintaining a detached relationship with all the people in this world, can it really benefit you? Home ... It is already a very distant concept. For the present self, here is home, and here is his life. Not surprisingly, I will struggle, fight and die somewhere here, and my soul after death will belong to this world. I have been so deeply involved in this world, why is there any reason to exclude the magic of this world?

attitude decides everything!

The arrogance and pretentiousness of the foreign colonists of the past should have been eliminated. I am now a mage of Klein Continental. My name is Li Xun. I will do what I like to do within my ability!

Thinking this through, and then looking out at the dark mountains outside, what Li Xun sees is not some resources and data, but a kind of life, a lonely lonely forest, smiling proudly by me.

Planning the world is a calculation, lingering mountains and rivers is a realm, the heart is wherever it is, what it means is, the realm is born. The gains and losses are not so heavy, and Li Xun's anxiety and excitement accumulated at that time swept away.

My uniqueness is not about success or failure, not about gains and losses, it is only because I am really unique.

After clearing the messy thoughts, Li Xun turned to think about the placement of many heroes while taking advantage of the clear consciousness. With the development of the cemetery, the number of heroes under him will gradually increase. What model should be adopted for their management? Loose and free lord system or disciplined military rank system, or employment system? These all need to set the tone first.

Today, the appearance of the blood demon touched Li Xun. In this way, the unruly spiked head and the mad demon can only be suppressed by relying on the blood contract, and send him to the Skeleton King and the ghost, can they conquer him? If something goes wrong, on what basis should you balance your relationship?

No, I can't just dream about it. I still need to read the historical documents to see how the kings of this world solve the problem? Reform is inevitable, but reform also needs a support to reform! In the future, your own cemetery city will blossom everywhere, with a fixed portal, and it will be very convenient to turn around the troops. You must arrange a lot of city masters by then. Are these city masters the lords of this world?

The best way in Li Xun's mind is "big central, small place". Strengthen its direct territories and guards, and local towns use sub-enclosures to make rewards for meritors. For ghosts, skeleton kings, who have the ability and responsibility, they will lead the army alone and become the lord; but the slaughter and blood fiends are all recruited into the army and save the scourge.

At present, neither the cemetery city nor the cemetery heroes have grown up, so they only caught one by one, taking turns to guard the city, and they can follow this idea when they have surplus in the future.

For a time, Li Xunfu wanted to join in, leaning against the rooftop and thinking about the dawn.

...

After several consecutive transfers to the downwind carriage, the ghost stopped at 70 miles from the city of Eliat and turned to the north.

Here is close to the undead control area, some of the former human villages have moved south, leaving only an empty house and window-swinging mullions. There are still fresh horseshoe marks on the dirt road. The ghost standing on the small soil **** outside the village can vaguely see the smoky cooking smoke rising in the north of the village. It seems that there are still some outsiders here.

After two jumps, the ghost has arrived outside the smoking cabin. As soon as it flashed from the shadow plane, a noisy sound surrounded her, and the ghost stood in disgust in the shadow of the corner of the room, looking at the group of noisy guys.

There were 7 people lying or standing in the wooden house, wearing tattered leather armor, half armor, chain mail, and mixed equipment. The length of the sac bulging in the skin behind the back was different. What should be put is the weapon. With a terrible look, what are you arguing about?

Thieves or mercenaries? The ghost's doubtful eyes swept over them, and no badges or coats of arms were seen to show their identity. It seems that most of them are thieves!

At this time, the house was in a hustle and bustle, one by one patting the chest, squeaking the shattered homes around, and because everyone sang their own words, they could not hear what they were discussing, but Pay attention to some harsh words, such as "Undead", "Blood Food" and "Employment".

"Shut up for me! ..." A strong man sitting in the middle of the house shouted loudly. The scarred scar on his face flashed away, suppressing many murmurs. The brawny man waited around for a while, then turned his head in surprise and said, "Poison eyes, go out and see if there is anything suspicious around me. I don't feel right!"

A thin man leaning against the door responded in a low voice, and from the back he drew the dagger in his palm and planned to push the door out. The ghost smiled and started immediately.

A seemingly grotesque ghost chanted, and the shadows behind everyone in the room were instantly activated. Numerous shadowy black men rushed out, and the dull black dagger was a jab to the thieves.

The strong guy who feels like it is the leader of this group, and the response is the fastest. A slippery 2 meters away, the shoulders tremble slightly, and the steel two-handed sword behind him has been held in his hand, separating the dagger from the back. Dajian took advantage of the situation to stir the dagger into a gap, the cold light flashed, the sword edge had split into the dark black body, and it was cut into pieces of black cloth, and then turned into invisible.

The poisonous eye standing at the door of the room is holding the dagger against the left and right, and it is easy to take a breath. He is planning to call for help from the chief, and his throat suddenly hurts a lot. Throwing away the dagger, his hands pressed Zheng Zizi's neck with blood spewing, and he fell slowly with incredible eyes. After tidying up his opponent, the brawny man who was walking around was witnessing this situation. He saw it clearly, and a phantom that suddenly appeared on the poisonous eyes and throat, and the dagger-shaped phantom stained with blood disappeared with the dripping of blood beads.

There was a sudden chill in the strong man's heart, and he shouted loudly: "It's an assassin, an invisible assassin, big ..."

Before finishing the speech, the two companions on the side of the house closer to the window were stalked again. The sunlight shining out of the window was distorted, and the light and shadow in front of the two people refracted a fuzzy human figure. The human figure was close to the two, so it was almost within reach, and they scared them to slash quickly. The sword belt passed by, but there was no feeling of contact with the real thing. Between the doubts, the neck hurt, and the two of them knelt on the dirty floor. Blood stains spewed out from the neck wound, which was obviously not alive. .

The brave man's movements were stiff, and he was shocked by this ghostly way of killing. How can an unseen opponent fight?

"Go ..." The strong man knew that he was not good today, and he roared loudly, his body and sword became one, and the door was torn apart instantly, making him rush out.

Disregarding the companions in the house, the brave brave man gritted his teeth and ran to the outside of the village. He heard a few "screams" coming from behind him, and he was even more anxious. He didn't even dare to look back , Ran straight to a woodland not far away.

The rapid breathing sound of "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmer", the heart was knocking like a drum, and the chest was sore. Climbing up and not picking up the beloved long sword a few steps away, rushed into the densest part of the forest along the terrain. He stumbled across the vines and had to run away with both hands and feet. The bushes and branches hit him, and he did not even notice the blood marks. He just instinctively wanted to stay away from danger as far as possible.

After crawling through the woodland for 3 miles at a stretch, the strong man took his mind and changed to a hidden walk, and ran out 2 miles before he found a big tree and climbed up gently. Listening quietly to the footsteps of the tracker behind him, the strong man let out a breath and leaned against the tree branch trembling. It has been more than a decade since the sword was used to make swords. I have never seen such a weird way of killing. 6 companions died there, but I do n’t even know what the murderer looks like!

assassin?

I am not a big man, and I do all the non-bonding business without keeping alive. Could someone buy an assassin to kill myself?

Fuck, here is a little closer to the bone shelf, and sure enough the **** is the evil door! But they are also accepting employment in response to their call, they don't even start their own people?

In the middle of nowhere, the strong man's cold hair suddenly appeared, and the mind that had just settled down immediately picked up again. Just now in the house, I was feeling something uneasy, but now I have run out so far, have n’t I escaped?

"Sir, we don't seem to have offended you? Can you make me understand?"

At the critical moment of life and death, the brawny man put down his anxiety, but he could not find anything when he looked around, so he asked directly.

The sound is not loud, but the echo echoes in the quiet jungle, spreading far away.

No one responded.