Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

Nine p.m.

West, 139 kilometers away from Qi Lin.

An office building shrouded in mist before the catastrophe stands here.

At every moment, a large number of copper bones carry corpses into the building.

At every moment, a large number of copper bones walked out of the building with swords and shields in hand, and rushed in all directions.

If any one of these bronze bones is taken out, it can become the number one powerful combat force in the Nanzhili platoon.

But here, they are just the cornerstone of the undead.

Scattered in all directions, their tasks are numerous and trivial.

Kill all monsters, bury unused corpses on the spot, bring back scary loot with black faces, bring back corpses of good quality, form a "human flesh sentinel" to receive instructions from ubiquitous ghosts, and rush to any place at any time Fight, or contribute Soulfire.

The life of copper bones is simple and cumbersome

office building.

The moonlight swayed generously.

As the cold wind whistled, the leaves rustled.

The rubbing sound of skeletons coming and going is like a child crying at night.

Inside the office building.

A large amount of nighttime cold wind blows in along with the surrounding broken glass, bringing a bit of sweetness and freshness to the stench of corpses in the hall.

More than one hundred and thirty skeleton mages stood in the hall with staffs, and the worn cloaks behind them fluttered with the cold wind.

They stood on sticks, motionless like statues.

The only thing moving in the whole hall is the copper bones coming and going.

Under the tireless work of the copper bones, soon, a mountain of corpses piled up to the ceiling formed in front of the mage group.

It is worth mentioning that the bottom of the hall was dug deep by the crypt demons.

After leaving Nanzhili, these strategic mages were sent out by Qi Lin, summoning the undead for him all the time.

Although mages can only summon simple skeletons, it is undeniable that when these basic melee undead develop to a certain scale, it will surely give the world a little shock.

Seeing that the surrounding materials have been fully utilized, the head of the mage took the lead to come to the mountain of corpses, holding his staff high, and a sinister voice sounded:

"Enough material, the time has come to prove to Your Majesty that we will live!"

The rest of the hundreds of skeleton mages raised their staffs high and shouted, "All for Your Majesty!"

As the mage group's staff swung and started joint casting, a large amount of black light penetrated into the mountain of corpses.

The flesh and blood receded, and the bone reorganized.

More than two hundred newborn copper bones came out of the mountain of corpses.

Among them were thirteen burning corpses and nine dead archers.

"All of you, follow the instructions of Phantom 381." The head of the mage ordered to those copper bones.

After transferring the order authorization, the mage leader ignored the copper bones, but looked at the burning corpse and the dead archer.

"According to the plan, Your Majesty should have gone to the next scheduled node."

The head of the mage spread out a map, on which different routes were drawn with marker pens of various colors, and some routes were marked with circles of various colors.

Even, there are shrubs and woods around the map line. Drawing annotations of hills, swamps and other special terrains.

This is the handwriting of Ghost Old Ten.

If you ask anyone who knows the terrain of the 300 kilometers around Nanzhili, let alone the word spirit who is proficient in prophecy, I am afraid that even Qi Lin, who does not have the old ten who controls the ghost formation, knows better.

Since entering the mist, due to the influence of heterogenous toxins, Qi Lin has basically been saving his mental power consumption except for the undead summons of some black warriors and crypt demons.

The reason is very simple, there is only one point.

He must keep enough mental potions for emergency use.

Otherwise, if it is too late to find the next settlement to eliminate the toxins in the wild, the result may not be very good.

And, as time in the wild intensifies, so does the effect of the toxin.

Qi Lin sometimes feels that this world is full of malice towards human beings?

And because of the heterogenous toxins and the limited distance in the mist, Qi Lin's soul link was greatly affected.

Perhaps in the future, when Qi Lin's upper limit of spiritual power reaches a certain level, he can stay still at any place, and when he closes his eyes, he will be able to consciously come to every corner of the world where there are undead.

But now, Qi Lin had to find ways to reduce the consumption of mental power.

Ever since, the ghosts once again became Qi Lin's little padded jackets.

The ghosts spread around like radar, using Yin Qi to spread and save Qi Lin's mental power consumption in a disguised form, and at the same time offset the disadvantage of information transmission in a disguised form.

Although the speed and efficiency of Yin Qi transmission are a bit smaller than in the city, there are so many ghosts in Qi Lin!

If one doesn't work, just two, if two don't work, then ten!

We are just too many people!

Regarding this point, Qi Lin also thought about a question.

He has ghosts to solve these problems, but what about other humans?

With heterologous toxins and the lack of advantages such as information detection and communication, even before the catastrophe, there is a risk of getting lost with navigation assistance. What about now?

Getting lost in an unknown and strange world is also affected by a toxin that intensifies from not being able to find settlements, and this toxin will intensify with time in the wild.

The result is obvious and easy to see.

Unless that person has a large amount of supply medicine, which can be used for him to find the next settlement in the medicine to eliminate the toxin.

But the world is so big, you can kill the potion and go to the settlement this time, what about next time?

How many potions can you have?

Qi Lin has been thinking about this problem in his spare time, there must be a corresponding solution, but he is not yet clear about it.

Otherwise, even if human cities around the world solve the magic tide, they will eventually be consumed in the wild.

It is difficult to go out to obtain resources, only rely on what is left in the city.

There are heterologous toxins outside, and mutants who don't know the position of the camp are watching.

There are people with ulterior motives, limited resources, and a very low starting line.

How should human beings break the situation?

"According to the news from the ghost boss, it should be here."

The head of the mage, Bone, slowly moved his fingers over the map, and did not stop until he reached a small forest 30 kilometers south of Yutou Village.

"You go here and wait for the crown to be branded"

The order from the head of the mage had just arrived, and the nearby ghost sent a message: "Send the master's order."

The head of the mage immediately waved his hand to signal those burning corpses and dead archers to stand by on the spot.

At the same time, as the head of the mage stood at attention and obeyed orders, the entire mage group immediately waited solemnly with their sticks.

"The newly born undead of the mage group acted according to the existing plan. Afterwards, the burning archers, dead corpses and other undead went to five kilometers south of Yutou Village to wait for the branding."

"In addition, ten crypt demons and fifty black warriors, led by Phantom Seventeen, have already rushed to the mage group. This additional guard force will be handed over to the mage group leader for direct leadership after the matter is over later. The chief can make arrangements at his own discretion."

"Baslow was severely injured by the black wind 30 minutes ago. The Ghost School estimates that he will flee to the vicinity of the mage group around 3:00 in the morning. The entire mage group evacuated immediately and went to the next scheduled node to wait for Seventeen to hand over to the escort."

"The order is over." The ghost finished.

After the head of the mage waited for a while, Fang respectfully replied: "I would like to follow the will of the crown!"

Even in the face of a ghost who sent orders, the head of the mage group still led the mage group to bend down and hold the staff, so as to pay respect to Qi Lin who was hundreds of kilometers away.

Even though the head mage knew that this kind of respect would never be known to Qi Lin, because the ghosts would not report these things to Qi Lin, the head mage still did so.

What I have to say is that in the past, the mages always knelt when they obeyed orders.

It's just that Qi Lin didn't like this, so he just told the head of the mage to relax naturally.

Later, I don’t know where the head of the mage learned the posture of human standing at attention, so he adopted this, especially when he saw that Qi Lin did not object, this tradition of standing at attention after obeying orders and bending over with a stick to show respect In this way, it was continued by the head of the mage.

After updating the order to the burning corpses, the mage leader began to signal the mage group to prepare to evacuate.

In fact, there is nothing to evacuate, and more than a hundred mages have no luggage at all. As long as the staff is in hand, wherever the corpse is, that is their base.

The head of the mage walked out of the building first, followed by more than a hundred mages.

The full moon in the sky shone its light, and the leader of the mage waved his hand, and suddenly a large number of undead came out of the originally quiet forest around him.

Among them, there are more than 70 black warriors alone.

There are still a few crypt demons who have already scouted from the ground to the next node.

The ghosts also immediately went to the next foothold of the mage group for investigation.

Qi Lin's protection of the mage group is as important as his own. Not only did he send a large number of undead for protection, but he also gave the mage group a lot of defense and life-saving props.

If it weren't for the factors of the undead field, Qi Lin would not have asked the mage group to act with him.

Each of these protective actions made the head of the mage terrified.

Dedicated to Qi Lin, until he dies, slowly it is not just a brand engraved in the depths of the soul.

It is also caused by various factors, adding a different kind of thing that the undead should not have.

"My lord, why didn't your majesty let us join the battle?" The deputy stepped forward wondering, "Baslow has been severely injured. According to the battle report of the ghost in the afternoon, the blood of the lord is about to run out. Since we predicted in advance that he In the future, if you prepare spells in advance and wait."

"Your Majesty is worried that we will be damaged," the head of the mage said softly.

According to Qi Lin's order, in the regular transfer, the mage group can only start the transfer after the ghost and the crypt demon confirm that the path is safe.

So this time, facing the moonlight, the head of the mage took out a book of Warring States History from the dimension button in the gap between the bones on his chest to read.

Compared with the various hobbies of the ghosts, the leader of the mage is particularly fond of history, especially the history of war.

Every time he saw those wonderful battles, he unconsciously imagined that one day he would be able to fight for Qi Lin and lay down a territory to dedicate to Qi Lin.

However, except for some of the most advanced undead and school ghosts, most undead don't like reading books very much.

The tyranny and blood in the bones of the undead are always full of instinct.

"You treat me like a gentleman of the country, and I will repay you as a gentleman of the country"

The leader of the mage flipped through the book, turned his head to look at the thinking deputy, pointed at the book and said, "Look, it's really well written!"

The deputy lowered his head and glanced. He was one of the few mages who had learned human writing, so he naturally recognized it.

However, the deputy couldn't feel from this sentence where the joy of the head of the mage came from.

"My lord, why is the writing so good?" The deputy didn't pretend to understand, let alone flattery, some just truthfully expressed that they didn't understand.

This point is also influenced by Qi Lin's order: if you have something to say, if you don't understand, ask directly.

There are pros and cons to this point. The good thing is that the undead will not be slowed down because they pretend to understand.

The bad thing is, like the old nine

"After finishing the work, read more books in your spare time, so that you can better contribute to the crown in the future."

The head of the mage just glanced at the deputy, and did not answer directly, but turned his head to the mages and said: "If we don't evacuate, we will wait here for Baslow, and the mage who will pay at most 20% of the death can solve the problem. The lord who has been missing."

"But why doesn't Your Majesty let us make a move?"

"Because we are afraid that we will be hurt!"

"This is His Majesty's silent love for us!"

The head of the mage held up the book in his left hand and the staff in his right hand, and said loudly to all the mages who were watching solemnly: "Whether it is the debt owed by the goblin merchant's key, or the debt owed by the baby octopus, or even in the shared information that came in the afternoon, The manufacture of Mianxia's equipment, it all shows one thing: Mianxia is very short of money, and Mianxia is very poor!"

"But no matter how poor your majesty is, you have never been poor and have suffered more than us!"

The head of the mage glanced at the dimensional buttons on the chests of the mages.

After obtaining Xiao Di No. 1, Qi Lin used all the materials in his hand.

But most of the finished buttons were given to the mage group, and only important leaders and their assistants were given one of the other undead.

The reason is simple. Under normal circumstances, Qi Lin will not use the mage group with strategic significance.

So on weekdays, their task is to summon the undead, and some materials that cannot be accommodated in the space ring are undoubtedly better than the frontline undead in the mages who are in a safe non-combat position.

The head of the mage knew this clearly, but he didn't care, he just felt that Qi Lin treated him very well, far better than other undead.

"Your Majesty knows that the effectiveness of spiritual potions will be greatly reduced for us, but we still equip our wizard group with spiritual potions for emergency use."

The soul fire of the head of the mage was burning, and he kept scanning every mage: "Why?"

"Because Your Majesty is afraid that we will overdraw our spirits due to the forced joint spellcasting, and the soul fire will collapse and perish!"

"Your Majesty is physically weak, but still sent a large number of black warriors to guard us!"

"What are we?" The mage leader shook his staff: "We are numbers!"

"We are the currency consumed under the Coronation!"

"Our lives!"

"Our soul fire!"

"It's Your Majesty's currency!"

"Our consumables, which should not have received such treatment, have received treatment that other branches of undead can't get."

"Even Baslow, who was supposed to be resolved quickly, chose to cut our flesh with a blunt knife and slowly grind it to death because he didn't want us to die in battle!"

"So, we'd better have some peace of mind for the crown." The head of the mage turned his head and looked at the deputy who had talked too much with the ghost in charge because of Qi Lin's order to dispatch: "Whether it is now or in the future, no matter you In the future, whether you will be under my command, or you will be sent out independently to form a group, no matter whether you are actively fighting for some things, or what."

"Or in the future, some ghosts have their own ideas, but they want to get stuck in the loopholes of the order, and want to mobilize the power of the mage openly."

"Let me tell you, no mage is allowed to participate in any action without the direct order of His Majesty!"

"The thoughts of those ghosts in the public soul link, especially what soldiers disappeared into the city!"

"Eating two bowls of noodles but only giving money for one bowl"

"Those, in my opinion, are all hidden dangers that will bring trouble to Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is merciful, he did not punish those ghosts, but we must remember one thing!"

"There is no order from the crown, and any plan has nothing to do with the mage!"

The head of the mages looked around at more than a hundred mages whose spirits were high, and said with pity: "Our lives are your currency, and you are very poor, so please make good use of your lives!"

"I hope that every mage who will come out of my hands in the future will be a good example of thrift and housekeeping!"

"Do you remember everything?"

"Remember!!!" All the mages shouted: "Be diligent and thrifty and manage the family, we are the coppers under the crown!"

"For the crown of flowers for every copper!!!"

"Well, very good." The head mage nodded in satisfaction.

The development of the mage group has gradually deviated from the traditional impression of erudition and mystery under Qi Lin's unknowing influence.

Started to get a little bit.