Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

One hundred and ninety kilometers south of Nanzhili, there is a village.

There is a square stone tablet under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

There are three big characters engraved on the stele: Yutou Village.

This is where Qi Lin's target 'appraiser' lies.

Two kilometers away from the village.

Qi Lin who had just finished doing push-ups got up and wiped his sweat, and looked up at the blazing noon sun.

He has been waiting here for an hour or so.

Qi Lin stopped waiting until the ghost who had been in the village for a long time sent an important piece of information.

"Master, after the tests of villagers of all ages, the Nightmare World is indeed heavenly for them. Their spiritual attributes are only less than two points above the upper limit. Basically, they can be easily killed by dragging them in and using a little tricks. The subordinates think this It is a very good material village, as long as the master gives you an order, Fourteen can slaughter this village in five minutes."

The voice of Phantom Fourteen was extremely excited.

After all, the initial rank of the undead depends on the strength of the corpse.

A village with nearly a thousand gold-ranked villagers.

If all of them are summoned as black warriors, it can save a lot of time and soul fire in acquired cultivation.

Maybe it can also give birth to a hundred undead of the golden rank, or even an existence beyond the golden rank.

At that time, Baslow will not use a blunt knife to cut his flesh slowly to death.

It seems that this village is Qi Lin's land of soaring dragons

"knew."

Qi Lin replied briefly, and then injected himself with two doses of potion. After confirming that the real-time attributes were at their peak, he waved to the five black warriors waiting beside him and said, "Follow up."

The five black warriors swiftly picked up the fertilizer bags that had been prepared in front of them.

It contains some materials, props, potions that Qi Lin can't use, and even a few pieces of equipment that are very tasteless to Qi Lin.

Just as Qi Lin took a step, he seemed to think of something again.

During the pause, Soul Link asked Phantom Fourteen: "How many people are there in the sample test?"

"Return to the master, there are twenty-four people in total." Although Shisi didn't understand why Qi Lin did this all of a sudden, he still replied respectfully.

Qi Lin didn't reply, but took out three bottles of spirit medicine from the space ring, turned around and handed them to a black warrior behind him.

Spiritual potions, which are very important to Qi Lin, are mostly carried by Qi Lin except for a little emergency carried by important undead such as Heifeng.

The three bottles of potions are ordinary instant psychotropic potions.

One bottle can drink eight sips on average, and each sip can restore three points of real-time mental power in time.

"Follow."

After Qi Lin said something softly, he strode towards the village.

Although the ghosts cruising around in the air and underground didn't understand why Qi Lin didn't order to take down the village, they still moved forward step by step with Qi Lin's progress, and they were always vigilant, ready to attack any danger at any time.

Only the old ten who had been following Qi Lin's head, his eyes drooped slightly, remained silent.

In mid-air, the three apostles have been observing Qi Lin in the clouds.

The broadsword man, whose body surface cracks were gradually recovering, said, "It looks like he's not going to slaughter the village anymore."

"That's not sure." The black-skinned elf smiled and said: "Don't forget that his goal is the list of materials. If the village misses it, you can come back again, but if the appraiser misses it, you will really miss it."

The black-skinned elf said meaningfully: "Get the list first, and then slaughter the village to get the materials. It's a good choice."

The woman in the blue robe said silently: "Look again, we are not like those grown-ups who can invest in ventures everywhere. We must be cautious when investing. Once we invest, we have no way out."

"Well, let's take a look."

When the three apostles tried to analyze the investment or not through Qi Lin's behavior.

What they didn't realize was that just above them, the Traveler was sitting on top of the clouds.

With pink pouty lips eating puppy biscuits, her eyes are always fixed on Qi Lin who is about to enter the village.

As for the three apostles under their feet?

The big octopus code-named Traveler never even glanced at them.

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

At noon, the scorching sun falls from the top of the leafy pagoda tree like dots on the children who are playing happily in the shade under the tree.

Most of the dozen or so children were wearing shorts hand-sewn from unknown bio-leather.

Only one child was wearing the sports children's clothes that Qi Lin was familiar with.

Although the children's clothing looked quite old, Qi Lin still recognized the brand logo on it at a glance.

That was one of the big name brands before Cataclysm.

When Qi Lin led five black warriors to the entrance of the village.

It happened that the children were urinating and making mud, and then gathered it with their little hands into a square but sunken mud clod.

The children held up the mud clods and threw them heavily on the ground, happily discussing whose mud clod had the biggest hole.

"Brother Goud! You are the biggest!"

A child with sharp eyes spotted the winner, who was the older child in children's clothing.

But the latter didn't have the joy of victory at all, instead he sighed like an adult: "Hey, what's the use, Sister Ahua won't come out to play with us now."

"Six months will be up soon, Sister Ahua is crying all day long, hey, what should I do?"

"You said, should we secretly go to the wild to find some good things from aliens, and then give them to Sister Ahua?"

The child in children's clothes paused, and found six figures approaching in the distance.

The leader was slender and wrapped in a black cloak.

The last five were muscular, and they followed the leader closely with woven bags on their shoulders. In the eyes of the children, they looked like the leader's slave labor.

But they were all muscular, and there was a slender silver sword pinned to their waists.

Looks like Wunu?

"Who are you??!"

The child in children's clothes protected the other younger children behind him. He looked up at Qi Lin who walked in front of him silently. Although he was afraid, he still summoned up his courage and asked, "Are you the apostle who walks everywhere?" ?"

Qi Lin thought for a while and replied: "I am a lost traveler. I heard that there is an appraiser here, and I want to visit it."

As a social terrorist, Qi Lin is actually not good at dealing with people.

Whether it was before or after the catastrophe, the number of times he interacted with people was very few, and he even kept repelling him from the crowd in his heart.

If there were no appraisers here, he would never have come here.

Interestingly, from the moment Qi Lin stepped into the village entrance.

In the status on the panel that I was watching all the time, the negative status of the heterologous toxin disappeared!

This also shows that this village is also suitable for human settlements!

This good news made Qi Lin feel much better.

"Why are you looking for Sister Ahua's father?"

Facing the question of the child in children's clothing, Qi Lin said directly and truthfully: "There is a piece of equipment that needs his help to identify."

"Oh, it seems that you are really a traveler." The child in children's clothing heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and comforted the other fur children who were frightened behind him: "He is not an apostle, and the apostle does not need to find Sister Ahua and Abba to appraise the equipment, everyone Don't be afraid, I didn't feel the energy fluctuations of the gold rank from him, we can beat him!"

Tong Yan Tong Yu made the other children quickly return to their normal expressions, and Qi Lin also smiled and looked curious.

Some children even began to boldly run up to the black warrior, pointing to the woven bag on the back of the black warrior with a tiptoe and smilingly asking Qi Lin, "Uncle Traveler, are you a merchant?"

"Uncle Traveler, are they your martial slaves?"

Unintentional children's words may seem nothing to children.

But it sounds different to Qi Lin.

The energy fluctuations of the golden rank indicate that these children can capture the energy fluctuations of the target, and use this to determine the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves.

But they are obviously just a group of children!

Return the word Wu Nu.

Qi Lin has too many questions about information jumps that need to be answered.

However, Qi Lin didn't ask these questions, but asked the most important piece of information reported by the ghosts: the prophecy.

The prophecy that the apostles spoke about themselves.

Qi Lin thought for a while, then raised his hand to signal a black warrior to put down the woven bag on his back.

In the expectant eyes of the children, some blue-quality materials, some coins such as copper coins and silver coins, and some vitamins and other items that Qi Lin had collected in the city before were all dumped on the ground.

"Well, I also occasionally work as a businessman."

Qi Lin pointed to the things on the ground, looked at the children who opened their mouths wide and their eyes were round, and said with a smile: "I have a question for you, who can answer it, you can take any of the things here!"

"I come!"

"Uncle Traveler, I can answer!"

Faced with the enthusiasm of the children who raised their hands and signed up enthusiastically, Qi Lin, who wanted to get the secret, was inexplicably ashamed.

"Uncle Traveler, what do you want to ask?" Among the children, Goudan, the only kid in children's clothes who was somewhat sensible, asked warily.

"I heard from you earlier that the appraiser's daughter is called Sister Ahua, right?" Qi Lin chuckled and said, "After all, I need the appraiser's help in appraising equipment, so I want to know what happened to his daughter."

Qi Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at Goudan, who was gradually letting down his vigilance, and asked, "The six months you mentioned seem to have something to do with Sister Ahua's tears. What happened to six months?"

To Goudan, Qi Lin's question was not a secret. Goudan, whose vigilance was gradually dispelled, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked back, "Where did Uncle Traveler come from?"

"I'm from the north."

Nanzhili is on the north side of Yutou Village, and it is correct to say that the north is falling.

"Did Uncle Traveler see an alien city that suddenly appeared?"

Alien city?

It should be Nanzhili.

Although Qi Lin had already obtained some intelligence clues from the ghost, he heard these villagers' children describe Nanzhili in this way.

There was also a thud in my heart.

"I see, I wanted to go in and have a look, but I couldn't get in because of the fog outside." Qi Lin squinted his eyes and replied.

"Hey! The apostles can't get in. You're just a traveler who doesn't even reach the gold rank. You should be able to get in."

Goudan sighed and continued: "What about that city, people in our village also call it Xinshou Village."

"When every villager in our Yutou village was young, they were taught by their wives, wives, and grandpas that there is a big boss in Xinshou Village that is scary."

"When you see him, you have to walk around!"

Nanzhili = alien city = Xinshou Village = there is a big boss inside

Qi Lin squinted his eyes, staring at the children who were sitting on the ground one after another, as if they were having a tea party without the slightest vigilance, and continued to ask: "And then?"

"What does this have to do with the appraiser's daughter crying all day long?"

"Hey! Uncle Traveler, you don't know, our village chief"

Goudan was about to say something.

A violent earthquake was felt from the east.

Along with it came a voice: "My lord has come from afar!!!"

"Slow!"

"Neglect!!!"

When the words of the adults came, the children's originally relaxed faces instantly tightened their vigilance and fear, and even the leader Goudan quickly protected the children behind him again!

What a strange village!

Qi Lin squinted his eyes and got up slowly. While looking to the east, the Ghost Network reported in the soul link: "Master, he is an old guy with a white beard, with the strength of the middle-level golden rank, and he is carrying a lot of things."

[Aberration]: Village Chief (handsome guy)

【Status】: Tired, worried.

[Occupation]: None

[Level]: 35 (0.13% of the origin) (gold rank)

【Physical】: 83 (77)

【Spirit】: 2 (1.5)

[Talent]: None

[Skills]: None

An old man with a handsome face and a fairy-like white beard, although his face was dusty, rushed to Qi Lin at a speed of 120 yards that was not weaker than that of a high-speed vehicle!

If he hadn't been panting heavily, and he was still carrying a large package that was over five meters high and four meters wide on his back, he would really have looked like an outsider.

handsome guy

Qi Lin, the aberrant, is temporarily regarded as a faction distinction or a species distinction.

The Chosen One's panel cannot see other people's real names, only the code names from the day after tomorrow.

The code name of this white bearded old man.

handsome guy?

When Qi Lin narrowed his eyes and looked away from the old man's sneakers with his toes exposed.

The old man unloaded the package on his body with a bang, and the package, under Qi Lin's silent gaze, smashed a hole in the dirt floor with a bang.

Then, unexpected by Qi Lin, the old man knelt down in front of Qi Lin with a slap.

A shout came from under the face buried deep in the soil: "See Lord Apostle! Xiaomin has just returned from picking up waste, and he is far away!"

"I hope my lord will forgive me!"

As the old saying goes, scavenging, adults forgive sins

Qi Lin, who avoided the body to the side, glanced at the ghost tail needle that fell out of the big package, and a cut-off knife, which seemed to be a thick barrel of some kind of machine gun weapon, and half a telescope, and a pan

Coupled with what the ghost detected earlier, there is another notable landmark in this village.

It was a large fishing boat, the kind of deep-sea long-distance fishing boat that Qi Lin had seen before.

If it weren't for these modern objects.

Qi Lin even doubted, is this world still the original world?

But the weird thing is.

There is no fucking sea around Nanzhili!

Nanzhili is an inland city that cannot be inland! !

There is no sea! ! !

"I'm just a lost traveler. I heard that there is an appraiser here, and I hope to get his help."

Qi Lin looked at the old man's hands and feet and pointed his head in the direction he wanted to face, took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of things in his heart, and said, "Old man, you'd better get up quickly."

"My lord, if you don't forgive the crime, the criminals will not dare to stand up!"

The corner of Qi Lin's mouth twitched:

"You'd better get up."

Qi Lin sighed and changed his position again to avoid the old man's second prostration, and at the same time waved his hand to signal the black warrior to forcibly help the old man up.

But what makes Qi Lin silent is

Relying on the fact that his rank is higher than that of the black warrior, the old man just slumped down to the ground by relying on his high attributes!

Just like touching porcelain!

If Heifeng, who was chasing Baslow in the far east, was here, he might be able to forcibly pull the old man up with his strength.

But at this moment, the black warrior who only has the peak strength of silver obviously can't do it.

But it doesn't matter, Qi Lin has a lot of people.

Qi Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and waved the five black warriors in his hand to throw away the woven bags. They rushed forward, lifted the old man from the ground, and then asked as kindly as possible: "I heard that there is a prophecy about an alien city in the village. Can I hear it?"

"Of course, I don't listen in vain." Seeing the old man limp on the ground as if his father had died, Qi Lin pointed to the woven bag on the ground.

"These five bags of things I brought are up to the elderly to choose."

"My lord!" The old man who was forcefully erected by the black warrior murmured with a mournful face, looking extremely aggrieved: "My lord, you forgive the sins of the sinners!"

Qi Lin: .

"You are not guilty!"

If someone else might say that you are not guilty, or even say forgiveness to the old man with a high-ranking attitude.

"Let him go!" "Qi Lin first gave orders to the black warrior at this moment.

Then he said calmly but irresistibly to the old man who was limp on the ground again, obviously a little confused: "Stand up."

"Okay!" The old man jumped up in an instant, with a solemn face, and he no longer had the same attitude as before.

Even, he was still under Qi Lin's narrowed gaze.

Very standard, standing at attention like a soldier of honor.

Then, salute.

Qi Lin has only one thought in his mind at the moment: This world has really changed.