The Rise of the Cemetery

It was a dilapidated mage tower with 5 stories high.

Although most of the magic patterns and lines on the outer wall of the Mage Tower have been damaged and peeled off, Li Xun can still tell that this is at least an ancient Mage Tower with a history of ten thousand years.

You must know that such an important magic facility as the mage tower is not built once and for all. If you want to keep a mage tower running perfectly, you need a large number of diligent servants to maintain and repair it day after day. All of these require the support of many rare resources and magic materials.

So if you want to be a successful spellcaster, you first need to be a wealthy spellcaster.

And these undead kings in the undead world, although they have a huge to unlimited army of undead, and occupy a huge territory that is vast and borderless, but the rare resources and magic materials they possess are not as good as a master of the main material plane. Teachers are not as good.

This further restricts their progress in magic research, and makes them trapped in this plane of death, unable to explore the vast and boundless star sea world.

For these poor undead kings who can't even repair the mage's tower and don't even have a half-plane, relying on their thin bodies to explore the crisis-ridden star sea, they don't hesitate to take the initiative to seek death.

After thinking through this point, Li Xun was suddenly full of hope for his career as a lobbyist for no reason.

"Moam, did you come here today just to tear down my city? Damn it, I warned you not to come within ten miles of my city! You...how are you going to compensate me for my loss?"

As a bone-chilling mental fluctuation surged in the minds of the two of them, the surface of the body of the soaring Necromancer Flying Dragon was covered with crystal clear ice flowers. Although this layer of ice can't freeze Moam's body, it can effectively block the floating power of the Necromancer Flying Dragon.

So in the next second, Moam, who was not good at flying, was in tragedy. No matter how it flaps the pair of thick and huge fleshy wings that can hit people, don't even think about borrowing a little bit of floating power from the empty air around it, the whole body struggles and begins to fall down bit by bit.

Li Xun snorted coldly.

He could see that the undead king hiding in the broken mage's tower had no intention of doing anything, what he did just now was more like a joke after getting angry. But at this moment, he happened to be on Moam's generous back. If he was allowed to hit the ground like a weight, he, the cemetery master, would lose all face.

Li Xun didn't say much, turned his hand with one hand, and quickly recited a strange scale that was difficult for outsiders to recognize, and completed the casting of a large-scale spell with only three or five fingers.

With a high-pitched "Prestige", the power of ice lingering around Moam's body was aroused, and a huge "Frozen Wing" appeared on the surface of the Necromancer Flying Dragon, making it stabilize again. falling body.

Huh!

A surprised whisper sounded, and the invisible king of undead was obviously very interested in Li Xun's attack. An ear-splitting thunderclap resounded inexplicably in the void, and more than a dozen winding electric snakes slashed at the young mage standing proudly on Moam's back.

"Stop messing around, Bingtuozi. I'm looking for you today to discuss something important, why don't you hurry up and invite me in?"

Moam, who still knew the priorities, raised his head to the sky, and after a burst of high-pitched dragon roars, a thick death breath swept across the sky, destroying all the incoming lightning in one fell swoop.

"Your changes are really huge. Even the dragon's breath attribute has shifted. If it weren't for your soul fluctuations, I am still familiar with it. I would have thought that you were caught by some guy and used as a mount!" Following that The undead king made sarcastic remarks, and a magical array of light appeared under Moam.

Moam was obviously familiar with these things, and he didn't resist the traction of the light array. But Li Xun just glanced at it, and he was sure that it was just a short-distance teleportation array, and it wasn't aggressive, so he didn't make any reaction.

When the dense light array completely enveloped the figures of the two, a huge buzzing sound suddenly sounded. Following a flash of blinding white light, the huge body of the Necromancer Flying Dragon disappeared in place.

The destination of the teleportation is located in a vast and huge hall, very empty, almost without any commendable decorations and arrangements, only the surrounding walls and the faint elemental atmosphere above the head and feet give people a mysterious and oppressive feeling.

The marble slab under his feet was obviously strengthened by magic, otherwise it would not be possible to support the huge body of the Necromancer Flying Dragon safely.

Almost at the same time as the two teleported over, a petite and exquisite phantom figure appeared in the center of the entire hall, silently examining the sudden visitor.

With the help of the levitation technique, Li Xun slowly and solemnly landed on the ground, and looked at the opponent cautiously. Moam dutifully entrenched behind Li Xun, put away his arrogance and arrogance, and assumed the posture of a young mage.

This is a strange undead creature that Li Xun has never seen before.

Seriously speaking, its shape looks like an undead ghost who has mastered ice spells. Less than 2 meters tall, although it has a humanoid appearance, it does not have any flesh and bones. The whole body is made up of condensed extremely cold air, and even the clothes on the outside are also made of cold air.

The combination of extreme coldness and terrifying energy condensed into a semi-fluid hard ice cube, barely putting together a strange human form. With its every move, the translucent liquid body emits a terrifying chill that freezes the soul. And on the top of its hazy and illusory head, the azure magical energy gathered into a ferocious icy crown like fangs.

No wonder Moam wanted to call it Bing Tuo Zi, it really was a terrifying soul parasitic on the ice for thousands of years. Not to mention fighting with it, even looking at its body makes me feel terrified.

On the other hand, the pair of faint ice flames flickering in the eye sockets were silently looking at the young mage who just flew down from the Necromancer Flying Dragon.

This is really the first time in tens of thousands of years, it actually saw Moam, the violent corpse dragon that has always been rebellious and unruly, willingly carrying a weak person on his back. First, he expressed his admiration for this once-in-a-million-year anecdote, and then the undead king settled down to seriously look at this tiny human being who was not worth mentioning to him.

This is a human from another world. With a simple mental perception, Sid Lengling confirmed the identity of the other party.

How many thousands of years? He even smelled the long-lost breath of flesh and blood in the world of the undead, and of course, the sweet fragrance of the soul!

Sid Lengling's icy mood circulated in his lonely and deserted body, exuding a distinctive halo. For a lonely soul like it that has lost its body and flesh and blood, loneliness is the eternal melody of their lives, and coldness is the blood flowing in their bodies.

warmth? happy? What the hell is that? ever appeared?

The subsequent conversation did not go smoothly under the mediation of Moam. As the top king of the death plane, his desire to get rid of this sunken world has never stopped. As long as they are still in this plane of death, their strength will not only fail to improve, but will even continue to shrink day after day.

Although the countdown to death is often measured in units of ten thousand or one hundred thousand years, outsiders can't understand the pain of the constant erosion of the soul. The breath of perdition and death permeating the entire plane made every native of the plane of death suffer from pain. It's as if there are hundreds of twisted souls crying in pain and wailing in your ears day and night, begging for salvation, and it is rare for a soul that can go through these tens of thousands of years without going crazy.

Maybe it's been a long time of suffering, but the Sid Leng Ling in front of him didn't react so strongly to Li Xun's redemption plan, but instead expressed considerable appreciation for the many rare resources and magic materials that the Great Cemetery can provide. interest.

For Li Xun's proposal to sign a blood contract to get rid of the soul stagnation of the death plane once and for all, this ice-type undead king categorically refused, and would never allow an outsider to do anything to his soul.

This is actually common sense. As long as an undead king can maintain free will, he will never like to be controlled by others. If Moam hadn't been defeated and captured alive by the Great Cemetery and threatened with death, I'm afraid it would not be able to accept the ending of the soul being restrained.

After some in-depth discussions, Li Xun's illusion of recruiting Sid Leng Ling into the soul system of the Great Cemetery was shattered, and he just reached a simple agreement with him to hire the other party with materials. But in the end, under Li Xun's strong fight, Sid Lengling also agreed to the initial intention of the Great Cemetery to open an office in this undead city and establish a magic material market.

In the large cemetery, the ground spans three worlds, and there are countless handicrafts, luxury accessories, and consumables suitable for undead creatures. Li Xun can't believe that he can't impress this ice lump whose brain has been damaged by the cold.

Before leaving, Li Xun left behind a batch of the most popular soul-returning wine, Sheji fruit and ten soul crystals in the large cemetery as a courtesy to visit.

Sure enough, before Li Xun returned to Stratholme, the Bing Tuozi's cross-air mental fluctuations contacted them. As long as the Great Cemetery can provide it with the soul treasures mentioned above on a regular basis, it is willing to accept the employment of young mages for a long time, and change the number of shots from once a year to once a month. Even to show his sincerity, Bing Tuozi spent his mental power to send his soul sigil over.

As long as Li Xun holds this soul seal, even if he is in another world, he can smoothly summon the projection of this legendary king. Although this soul projection can't reach the legendary level, it can't escape a holy level. No matter how you look at it, it can be regarded as a considerable combat power.

After preliminarily handling the undead king, Li Xun had no choice but to put Moam and Leoric back in their respective territories, accompanied by a large number of elite cemeteries. The collection work must be carried out immediately, and the batch of holy undead must be integrated into the soul system of the Great Cemetery as soon as possible, otherwise the backbone of the Great Cemetery will not always be able to stand up.

After handing over all these tasks to them, Li Xun himself returned to the Isidil Arcane Tower in the Klein Plane located in the Kingdom of Breland.

Because there is still a guest waiting for him to receive it!