The Rise of the Cemetery

It was already the second day for the undead team to hand over the task.

As the first recruits to eliminate the BOSS guarding the Xinshou Village, An and Feibo and his party were welcomed by all the undead partners in the Xinshou Village camp. The team members kept waving their hands to greet everyone, and fully enjoyed the pride and scenery of a triumphant hero.

After handing over the task to Allen, the undead commander of Novice Village, the five guys finally received the nameplates and equipment rewards representing their identities. Although it was only a basic level of magic equipment, compared with the group of Guoben partners outside, they were already a shotgun change, and they stood out from the crowd.

After hearing Allen's insincere congratulations, they were honorably assigned to Deathknell Town, a hundred miles away from Stratholme, as trainee guards. There will also be the first stone steps for them to step into the large cemetery system. Whether they want to be a member of the regular army or a free mercenary, there is endless time for them to think about it slowly.

After sending away the happy rookies, Undead Commander Allen took the head of the zombie leader Barov and walked into a dark secret room behind him. There, an extremely well-preserved headless zombie body was lying quietly in a coffin.

He casually threw Barov's head in, and in less than 2 minutes, a new zombie leader crawled out.

"Damn it, Aaron, you guys are cheating! Where did that bastard vampire come from? His weird abilities are definitely not something a fourth-level blood mage can possess. You are breaking the rules of Novice Village! "Balev complained angrily while tilting his head to correct the position.

"That fat bird was an accident. I heard that it was a test product concocted by the group of abnormal-minded corpse witches. Why, you want to ask them to make a theory?" Allen, who usually has a serious face, is smiling at this moment, with a smile on his face. It's an expression of joking and gloating.

"%#@%..." Barlov muttered a few words in a low voice dissatisfied, but turned his head and complained again: "Why are the bodies made by these corpse witches getting weirder and weirder? Do you want me to use this pair? Body to become a BOSS? I don't want to be sent back with my head in a few days!"

"Don't worry! This is the latest experimental product just delivered by Lich. It is said that it already has elementary magic resistance, which is enough for you to kill those rookies!" Allen's tone was still so gloomy.

Balov shivered suddenly, no longer had any hope for his new body. Those corpse witches are simply the calmest lunatics. The things they fiddle with are useful, but they always have terrible side effects. Every time I change it, it is equivalent to conducting a free magic test for them.

"Maybe they should pay me for the experiment..." He continued to mutter, and Barov put on a black cloth cloak that was wide enough to completely cover him, and planned to sneak out through the secret door.

"Remember, gather at Saltan's house in three days to celebrate his promotion to a regular member of the City Guard, so don't be late." Suddenly remembering something, Allen kindly reminded him.

"Got it, got it!" Barov waved his hand impatiently, and got into the secret door without looking back.

Also formerly a free undead mercenary, Saltan's potential far exceeds these partners who live and die together, so after crossing the 11th level, he successfully entered the ranks of the city guards of Stratholme. However, these few partners with low potential can only continue to make their own contributions to the development of the large cemetery by doing odd jobs.

How can we not let them sigh and sigh with the choice and waste of fate this time and time again.

Compared with the retired mercenaries of the older generation, the new recruits like An, Feibo, Lando, Kento, and Black Blade are just a generation full of vigor and hope. At this moment, they were standing on the huge and neat city square in Stratholme, looking around like bumpkins who had just entered a big city. Any kind of decoration can attract them to stop and linger, and to comment endlessly.

The first is the large fountain pool in the center of the city square, filled with liquefied negative energy. As the fountain splashes, the overflowing energy mist reflects a colorful magical rainbow. Standing by the pool without closing your eyes to meditate, you can feel the refreshing breath of negative energy rushing towards your face, filling every inch of space in your body.

"Comfortable, really comfortable..."

The five little guys sucked on it with intoxicated faces, and Lan Duo even took a sip secretly. With just this small sip, the injuries on her body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, she returned to her best state, even full of energy.

I really want to take a bubble bath in it!

With endless resentment, the little banshee Lan Duo thought faintly.

And beside them, all kinds of grotesque undead shuttle back and forth, and it is rare to see such leisurely idlers as them. Kento and Hei Ren just looked enviously at the full set of equipment of the undead drooling, while An and Feibo sensed the majestic aura of each one, and those who were suppressed did not dare to look directly at them.

Holding a long staff of skeletons, clanging magic pendants all over their bodies, magic silver-woven chain armor, a book of the dead and a dagger of quenching magic hanging from their waists, and high-ranking corpses wearing death crowns, all of them toe-high. Angry.

Riding a nightmare beast, covered in thick black mist, wearing a black-red armor and a blood-colored cloak, the ferocious Lord Death Knight froze the souls of the friends and dared not look up. The death knight is worthy of being the top of the undead knights. Whether it is equipment or strength, it is enough to crush that Allen in Novice Village dozens of times.

As for those legendary zombie lords, vampire counts, resentful banshees, plague lords, and ghoul kings... It's only half a day's work, and they have seen almost all of them.

My dear, these are the powerful mercenaries active in Stratholme! Sure enough, all of them have extraordinary bearing and imposing manner. It is impossible to get a glimpse of their rank and strength by relying on mental induction alone. But just relying on the full set of magic equipment and the aura of coagulation, it is enough to crush them hundreds of times, hundreds of times!

After reading the characters, look at the architecture.

Standing in the center of the square and looking around on all sides, there are towering palaces and minarets everywhere. There are majestic and majestic city halls, mission halls with people coming and going, taverns and hotels with laughter and laughter, and even majestic mage towers that stand tall and almost pierce the sky.

At the entrance of each majestic building, there are undead elites in full costumes guarding them. They are like steel statues made of molten iron, standing there motionless, only the terrifying soul fire jumping in their eye sockets shows their identities as living creatures.

Kento, a bitch, once ran to look at a death knight. Later, he was dragged by the black blade to get rid of the evil stare that paralyzed his soul.

Hei Ren once happily ran to the auction house, intending to make some purchases with great interest, but walked back dejectedly within a quarter of an hour. The pitiful 10 points of merit in the identity plate can hardly be bought in the auction house. Those rows and rows of magic equipment, magic materials, and exotic treasures simply blew away its soul fire, but the standard merit points behind it seemed to it to be a terrifying astronomical figure.

As for the auction house's hard currency soul crystal, what is it? Why never heard of it?

In the end, it was the little banshee who solved the confusion for it.

According to the little banshee, her leader, Ms. Qiao Na, seems to have such a magical crystal called a soul crystal in her hand, which is full of unbelievable soul breath, and it is her favorite thing that she takes out to play with from time to time . Even the little banshee has only seen it from afar, but has never touched it with her own hands.

Speaking of these sparkling crystal gems, the little banshee's eyes are always sharp, and there is a hunger and longing in it.

It's a pity that such a great undead city is not something these recruits can occupy. After playing stop and go for a long time, the five poor ghosts reluctantly followed the flow of people out of Stratholme, and found Lin Nai, the flight zone administrator, half a mile outside the city.

Most of the other undead have their own flying mounts. After paying the suspension fee when they come here, they can get their mounts back and drive away. And the 5 recruits are poor jingle rings, with nothing but 10 points of merit. But fortunately, after they reported their identities, the skinny administrator told them that, as trainee guards sent out, they could ride the Bat Demon Skyrider for free.

So half a quarter of an hour later, the five friends who were on the road together flew into the sky amidst a roar of mountains and seas.

Both Feibo and the little banshee can fly, so the feeling of flying has already been etched into the soul. But the three skeletons are actually going to heaven for the first time.

Stepping on the smooth and supple fur of the Bat Demon Skyrider, looking down at the vast land below them like a revolving lantern, the three skeleton brothers finally experienced the feeling of flying against the wind. The cold wind howled and passed through the bones of the three brothers, and accompanied by ear-piercing sounds, the three skeletons without any magical protection could only lie on the bat demon to avoid being blown down by the strong plastic wind. A broken body.

The distance of 100 miles is less than an hour for the Bat Demon Air Rider to fly.

When the bat demon flapped its wings and landed slowly at the flying point, the Deathknell Town was presented in front of them at a glance.

This is a new cemetery village located in the ghostly forest. There are gloomy tomb-style buildings everywhere, and the miserable green death energy floats in the town, adding a touch of undead magnificence to it.

This place was originally a temporary camp established by the Ebon Blade Knights. Due to the victory of the undead war some time ago, the front line of the war has been greatly moved outward. Therefore, this place has become an inner village of the Great Cemetery, and it is usually used as a supporting node on the troop transport line.