Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

Weibei provinces, the original Asian region, south Zhili.

The underground meeting room.

Many senior generals rushed over one after another in a hurry.

Above the first place, Qin Youde recalled the loud voice in his head just now.

"winter solstice."

"So your codename is Winter Solstice"

"But why, on the rankings, other people's code names are clearly displayed, but the number one code name is a question mark."

"Why don't those skeletons get the annotation information of the detection skill"

"Is it the winter solstice?"

While Qin Youde was thinking hard, the masked adjutant walked up to Qin Youde and said softly, "Major General, we are all here."

Qin Youde, who heard the words, slightly raised his head and looked around at nearly a hundred people in charge of various fields in Nanzhili.

Only there is no Xiao Di, because this is one of Qin Youde's protection methods.

After a moment of silence, Qin Youde's face trembled with centipede scars, trying to show a kind smile: "Everyone, we are lucky."

"The skeleton man code-named Winter Solstice has solved Baslow, which means that we have a comfortable development environment."

Qin Youde got up slowly, lightly pressed the remote control in his hand, and the steel walls around him lit up a 3D real-time picture of the field in Nanzhili.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Among the four directions, it represents the real-time dynamics of Nanzhili, southeast, northwest.

Only on the south side, there is no movement, only a static image of the Canggu Forest.

In the remaining three directions, the reconnaissance scenes recorded by the previous scouts are played.

The vegetation is dense and the monsters are everywhere.

"Once the demon lord dies, this is our treasure house!"

As soon as Qin Youde finished speaking, a deputy from a certain marginal department got up and asked impatiently: "Major General Qin, we want to know how to define the divisions of the various units?"

"The Skeleton Man has already dealt with the Demon Tide and Baslow, we must seize the opportunity created by the Skeleton Man!"

"Only by taking advantage of this period of time to develop, can we not fall behind other cities in the future."

The other person stood up and echoed, "That's right, a lot of information was revealed in the award report of Planet Will just now."

"The earth will be divided into four major war zones. We belong to Weibei here. We are not the only city and country in the original Asian region!"

"We must make good use of the opportunities created by the skeleton people. Only in this way will we have the right to speak when the fog of the future clears."

The words of the two made everyone's eyelids droop slightly in the conference room, and no one cared about the words of these two white gloves.

Because no one who can enter the conference room is a fool.

Everyone can see that the opportunity is rare.

The reason why those two white gloves said so was to test Qin Youde's attitude and skills.

The commander is very old, sleeping deep in the ground, maybe he is dead.

Secondly, if Qin Youde backed down, they would naturally go after the snake.

Those skeletons have left Nanzhili, presumably to go to the tower of origin mentioned by the will of the planet?

Baslow was also killed.

Naturally, everyone wants to get a share of the cakes left around Nanzhili.

Without the leadership of the Demon Seed Lord, those scattered Demon Seeds will eventually be reduced to experience and currency.

This city has a starting point that the whole world dreams of.

If it weren't for Qin Youde's nominal orthodox relationship with Yanjing.

I'm afraid it won't be the turn of the brat in everyone's eyes to sit in the first place.

Qin Youde chuckled, and his eyes slowly swept over the heads of several important departments.

He knew very well whose white gloves the two people who spoke just now were.

According to relevant intelligence, these few people have already set out to win over the chosen ones from the people, and have begun to form private armed forces.

Except for the mechanic who was tightly protected by Qin Youde, many of the other chosen ones had already been wooed.

If it wasn't for Baslow's presence that made them dare not act rashly, they might have left the city to hunt long ago.

They have been biding their time, waiting for the skeleton man.

After the skeleton man solves Baslow, go to grab experience, props, and equipment

I want to try it so soon, but I'm still too full

Qin Youde smiled and shook his head, he didn't panic at all.

Because, the mechanic is on his side.

Qin Youde said with a smile: "Our original headache was heterologous toxins."

"With the opening of the theater channel, this problem will be solved."

Qin Youde looked at the crowd and smiled and said, "With the communication replacement of the theater channel and the establishment of coordinates, we don't have to worry about getting lost in the wild and finding our way home."

"Although the use of the channel requires currency and props, this is acceptable."

Qin Youde pointed to the sand table in the center of the conference room. The brand new sand table is a miniature of the world. Nanzhili only occupies a small thumb and a big red flag on the sand table divided into five large pieces.

"Thanks to the contribution of the skeleton man, we can take the lead in seizing the opportunity amidst the turbulent clouds..."

"Major General Qin, we want to know more"

The white glove who spoke earlier saw that Qin Youde deviated from what he said earlier, and directly interrupted Qin Youde's words.

But before he finished speaking, the masked adjutant snorted coldly: "Do you dare to interrupt Shangfeng's speech?"

Immediately afterwards, the adjutant flashed behind the white gloves, and when he was about to say something, the adjutant grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and led him away.

Wesleyan Province, formerly the territory of Europe and Africa, formerly the city of Москва.

This big city used to be the capital of a big country, and it is the political, economic, cultural, financial, transportation center and the largest comprehensive city. It is an international metropolis.

This city gathered many top resources before the catastrophe.

Now it has a different appearance.

The towering skyscrapers are surrounded by the ruins destroyed by wind and sand and monsters, presenting a cold and fierce future atmosphere.

The flashing neon lights and light projections of the city's tall buildings reflect the new, steel and concrete buildings, creating a psychedelic and seemingly peaceful landscape.

However, every corner of the city is filled with the cruel atmosphere of war.

The towering buildings are surrounded by strong steel and thick armor, with huge turrets and defenses.

Giant trumpet-shaped fire-breathing towers stand tall on street corners, providing the city with the ability to defend and attack.

Abandoned war machinery and ruined chariots are scattered in the streets and alleys, witnessing the traces of the brutal battles of the past.

People walking on the streets wore heavy combat equipment and carried heavy weapons on their shoulders.

Their backs are covered with ammunition bags, grenades and various tools of war, and each of them shows a tenacity and fearlessness.

The tattoos and scars on their bodies are the witnesses of their life of berserk battles.

The square in the center of the city was transformed into a huge military fortress, with powerful enchanted heavy machine guns and enchanted mortars erected on the high walls.

The well-trained fighters in the military base often conduct intense combat training here, and their combat skills are fierce and skilled.

Vendors in the streets and alleys are full of all kinds of trophies, from arms and weapons to enhanced equipment, as well as various war supplies, all of which are necessary materials for fighting catastrophe.

What is traded in the market is not only goods, but also life and hope.

When the announcement of the reward of the will of the planet reaches everyone's mind.

This rough city, which seemed to be fighting all the time, was silent for a moment.

In the underground command center.

Many senior generals gathered together and were discussing the contents of the commendation report just now.

"I'm not greedy for those rewards, I just envy them that they can open the theater channel in advance."

"According to the prophet, the channel is equivalent to the electronic communication before the catastrophe, and it is a very important means of communication before the breakthrough of technology."

"This may be Planet Will's way of helping us deal with xenotoxins."

"It is also an important means for us to contact other cities in the Federation."

"The information about the winter solstice still doesn't have any prediction results. The prophet has been seriously injured after forcibly predicting it. The people in your medical department will have to look at it later."

"General Mitchell is in charge of the west. I received information that the long-range attack units of the Demon Tide are hiding there. Mitchell, you have to do something."

"Hmph, Alva, you'd better take care of your east side first, there are all sneak-type monsters there, don't let your enchanted artillery positions be taken over by a bunch of them."

"The public opinion in the city is doing pretty well. Everyone has a good desire to fight. The people in the Propaganda Department need to be rewarded for doing a good job."

"My troops have entered the fog to try to deploy tactical weapons, when the time comes."

Boom!

The door was kicked open abruptly.

A three-meter-tall, bare-chested burly man strode in. After looking around at the people looking at him, he sat down on the seat next to the first seat.

"Galev, can't you learn how to knock on the door?" The head seated person pinched his brows in distress.

"Oh, God!"

Garev tugged at the thick heart-guard hair on his chest, and said depressedly: "As the first-level member of our federation, I work day and night, and I'm only 25th-level!"

"How come the winter solstice in that big eastern country is in the golden rank?"

"Level 30, my God!"

"You can't kill me so quickly in less than five months!"

Garev slapped the table. If the table hadn't been strengthened by enchantment, it might crack.

A staff officer sitting across from him glanced at the bottled water that flew high and fell heavily in front of him, and noticed the fatigue of the person in the first seat out of his corner of the eye.

The staff officer knew in his heart that it wasn't just because of the demon tide that was gathering in the fog outside the city.

It is also because the human being who reached the golden rank first in the world did not come from this city.

What's more, other people's war zone channels have been turned on, and I have to wait for at least another month.

More than a month!

How can this starting line catch up!

"I suggest that you file the Chosen One, code-named Winter Solstice, who can't predict any information, and wait until the fog clears."

The staff paused, recalling the intelligence analysis just now, and quickly said: "According to the vision of the prophet, the unknown tower of origin has many benefits. We should immediately send powerful chosen ones to the lost column after solving the demon tide." Find the tower of origin in the province."

"During this search, I believe that the winter solstice will also go, and we can try to win over!"

"The great eastern country has always had a strong sense of national honor, and it will not be easily won over." Another staff officer shook his head.

"Try it." The person in the first seat said: "If you can't join, it doesn't mean you can't be a good friend."

"It would be great if we can make friends."

Weidong provinces, formerly the territory of North America, formerly the city of Washington D.C.

The iconic White House building is brightly lit.

In the presidential office, several people are discussing something.

"Mr. President, General Stanford's troops have entered the fog to deploy tactical weapons."

The first president nodded and didn't answer, but just looked at the battle report on the table.

"I just received the news that our paladin has triumphantly returned from outside the city, and his level has reached level 25. He may soon become the first person in the world to reach the gold level." A person sitting at the table The general at the end took a sip of his whiskey and raised his glass with a smile.

"Oh?" The president put down the battle report, looked up and said with a smile, "This is really good news!"

"Extraordinary items such as potions and props must be supplemented by our William Warrior as soon as possible."

The president picked up the wine glass on the table, shook it happily and said with a happy smile: "Our warrior William complained last week that General Goldsmith did a good job of cleaning up the city, which made him unable to hunt in the city. can go outside."

When the announcement of the reward of the will of the planet resounded.

The smiles on the faces of several people froze.

After listening to the commendation announcement about the winter solstice code name of the Northern Wei provinces, the hands holding the wine glasses still paused for a while.

After a moment of silence, the president put down his glass: "Ask what's going on in the thirteenth district, how can the winter solstice be promoted so quickly?"

"How did they break through the toxins and interference of the mist and solve the demon tide?" The general frowned and put down his wine glass.

"Gentlemen." The president got up, looked at several people and said solemnly: "The tea party is over, we need to call all the general staff immediately to discuss the content of the planetary will report just now."

"Especially that winter solstice, we must prepare for it as soon as possible in advance."

"And Dongfang, Dongfang wants to restore communication before us."

Mr. President sighed, frowning on his rosy face due to having a level 25 professional.

Weinan provinces, formerly the territory of South America, formerly the city of Barranquilla.

The scene of ruins after a nuclear war is a picture of horror and despair.

The ruins of crumbling buildings are scattered across the desolate land.

A cloud of blue and white smoke filled the air, covering the entire ruined city.

Tall buildings have been reduced to crumbling ruins, with lone steel bars and beams jutting out between them. The peeling paint on the walls and the broken billboards have been deprived of all vitality by the power of demons and humans.

The air was suffocating with the smell of decay and burning.

Vehicles and derelict war machinery littered the roadside, torn to wreckage by flames and bombs.

The originally bustling shops on both sides of the street have become endless ruins.

Rubbish, broken furniture and weathered human relics spread all over the streets, as if telling the life and prosperity of the past.

Lonely children's toys, broken furniture, remnants of books and photos, all mock the joy and warmth of this place amidst the ruins.

Sparse drizzle floated in the gray sky, moistening the dead earth like a continual sorrow.

In this ruins, only the passing wind and the occasional chirping of insects broke the suffocating silence.

Oh, and there is also the roar of the demon seed from time to time.

This city that died before the demon tide no longer belongs to humans.

Old women in queer, overgrown costumes shambled in from outside the city.

Walking and walking is quite old and unbearable.

But the strange thing is that the monsters lurking around are ready to hunt, but they seem to be invisible.

Let the crone stagger about in this dead city.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the old woman took out an unremarkable long stick.

"Observe the time of the sky, use the land, and diligently manage the fields."

The old woman was nagging, and the long stick lightly touched the ground.

"A ray of spring sunshine, fertile soil on both sides."

A burst of ripples slowly appeared.

"The rain and dew patter three or four times, the people are the foundation, food is the people's sky, the warehouses are abundant, and the society is safe."

With the old woman's nagging, the ripples grew bigger and bigger.

The originally gloomy and dilapidated land was like a stone thrown into the calm water.

As the ripples spread around.

A miraculous scene appeared.

Everything is revived and green!

Wherever the ripples have been swayed, the plants grow wildly!

The big tree in the sky took shape instantly!

Among the many green plants, there are even ears of wheat, corn, sorghum, and flowers.

There are bees, butterflies and other insects dancing from the lush vegetation.

In just a few minutes, the originally dilapidated and gloomy city.

In an instant, everything becomes natural and thriving!

"It's both good and rich, and it's both satisfying and satisfying."

The voice of the old woman's nagging was much lower, but there were benevolent smiles in the eyes of the old people who looked around.

She has left a lot of seeds in these plants, and she thinks that as time goes by, this place will soon become what she wants.

However, it is uncertain when humans will discover this fertile land.

Even if it is discovered, how to seize it from those hidden demons.

It is also a difficult thing.

After the old woman finished all this, her steps became more and more faltering.

At this moment, the old woman heard the global award announcement.

The old woman who was only a little surprised at first, but didn't care, wanted to continue her purpose of this trip.

Suddenly, the old woman stopped.

"Weibei provinces."

The old woman's tired eyes suddenly opened, and she suddenly thought that Yutou Village is located in Weibei!

"The Language of God"

"It really is that necromancer!"

"It's broken, Hai Ling!"

The old woman swung her staff quickly, and a golden token surrounded by cloud patterns, with a miniature octopus in the middle suddenly appeared.

"It's my pleasure to serve you, respected Granny Natasha." The miniature octopus suddenly opened its closed eyes, and said respectfully after seeing the old woman.

"Send me to this coordinate!" The old woman waved her staff, and a little starlight penetrated into the token.

But what surprised the old woman who had just taken out a handful of amethyst coins was that the big octopus that was supposed to swallow the coordinates, then the amethyst coins, and send her to the target location closed its eyes at this moment.

"Traveler? What's going on?" Thinking of the child she entrusted, the old woman anxiously asked the token floating in the air, but the stars were shining violently.

A few minutes later, when the octopus on the token opened its eyes again, its tone changed to the crazy speech of the big octopus: "Wow! It's Grandma Natasha!"

"I don't have puppy biscuits! Take me where I want to go!" Natasha said quickly.

"The coordinates. Let me guess." The token turned into a pink miniature octopus, and it stuck out its tongue: "Are you worried that your adopted daughter will become the material for that kid?"

"That kid?" Natasha was taken aback for a moment, then quickly thought of something.

The old woman whose expression had returned to Enron looked at the octopus and said calmly: "It seems that he is your investment target?"

"The amulet on Hai Ling's body was not triggered, and you came here in person. It seems that the kid is in Yutou Village, but strangely, he didn't kill the village."

"It's really strange. There are nearly a thousand gold-level materials. How can there be a necromancer who is not tempted by the best materials that are within reach?"

"By the way, don't you claim that you never invest in the bereaved family?"

"What's the matter this time?" The old woman who guessed a lot in an instant had her eyes twitched at the big octopus, and her staff paused: "It seems that there is something you value in that necromancer."

The old woman waved her hand, took back the starlight coordinates, then turned her head and continued to her original target.

"Grandma Natasha, are you not going?" The big octopus who had never answered asked with a chuckle.

"Since you are watching that Necromancer, what else am I going to do?"

"Thank you, Granny Natasha, for your trust!" The big octopus spat, closed its eyes again, turned into a golden token and flew back into Natasha's pocket.

The old woman staggered away, muttering: "Winter Solstice."