Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

After the transformation of the world, not only has the world become bigger, but many places that should have left traces of human civilization are now like virgin forests.

Under the moonlight, the green trees spread their branches and leaves wantonly, forming a dense natural barrier.

Moonlight shines through the treetops and falls on a speeding pink hoverbike.

The suspension system is running amidst the roaring engine sound.

Hei Feng clenched the handle tightly and felt the slight vibration of the vehicle under his feet, which was the result of high-speed driving.

The speed of the car quickly slowed down under the control of Heifeng.

Because the black wind was afraid of bumping into Qi Lin who was sitting behind.

When the speed of the car dropped, Qi Lin in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes. He had just patrolled the surrounding undead with his soul, and he noticed the slowing down of the car speed when he opened his eyes.

"Why did you slow down?"

Qi Lin paused for a while, he had already thought of why the speed of the car had slowed down.

The terrain in the field is intricate. It may have been a swampy area just now, but within ten minutes of walking, it encountered hills. The geographical environment before the catastrophe can only be used as a reference.

The suspension system of the pink suspension motorcycle undoubtedly solved this problem.

With the existence of Xiaodi No. 1, Qi Lin, who has not yet owned a gargoyle, can also have the ability to move at high speed.

However, while pursuing high speed, Qi Lin subconsciously ignored his body.

Under the high-speed operation of the suspension system, the trembling brought about made the frail body a little overwhelmed.

Although Qi Lin didn't care about this kind of exhaustion, Hei Feng did.

"Order, maintain high speed."

Although Hei Feng was reluctant to receive Qi Lin's order, he could only silently increase the speed of the car.

Qi Lin might have thought of something, smiled silently, then raised his hand and patted Heifeng's back to signal: "It's important to hurry, don't worry, your body will not be broken."

"Follow my emperor's will!"

A hoarse voice came from the front, Qi Lin just smiled and did not speak again.

Raising his hand, Qi Lin looked at the full moon in the sky through the gap between his skinny fingers.

Zizania's moonlight made Qi Lin feel better than the sun?

Perhaps, the undead are suitable for the night?

Qi Lin, who just made a round of inspection, had some pain in his head, which was the negative effect of using too many times of Soul Descent.

During the continuous switching of consciousness, each switching is a new field of vision, and even the eyes feel a little dizzy.

In normal times, Qi Lin would choose to exercise, and use physical exercise to relieve mental depression.

But now he is on his way, and the conditions are not met, so it is rare for Qi Lin to rest for a while with nothing to do.

The wind came head-on, whistling past, like an invisible torrent, passing across Qi Lin's cheeks, bringing a fresh and moist feeling unique to the virgin forest.

Qi Lin raised his head and looked around.

In this moonlit land, the rotten wolf riders surrounded the motorcycle silently, like ghosts in the night.

Slender and pale-skinned, these undead creatures exude an evil aura of death and corruption.

The rotting wolf cavalry wore armor, and the uneven lines on the armor seemed to be the traces of time, exuding a decaying smell.

They also rode tall but not handsome rotten wolves.

Those rotten wolves can be seen everywhere the bones after the flesh and blood have fallen off, and the hair is not shiny at all.

Some are just the eternally burning green soul fire in the empty eyes.

These cavalrymen move swiftly, with grace and dexterity in their movements.

Like nocturnal cheetahs, they moved silently through the darkness.

Compared with the mounts, the eyes of the cavalry are empty and lifeless, without a breath of life.

Pale eyes are constantly looking around, ready to react to any potential threat.

They have no emotions, only the obsession with death and the dark forces that accompany it.

It is worth mentioning that the cloak behind the rotten wolf cavalry was fluttering in the wind, and with the speeding of the pink motorcycle, a black vortex was set off.

Tightly coordinated movements allow Carrion Cavalry to display amazing coordination on the battlefield.

They can quickly change formation, shuttle in a small space, and flexibly respond to various combat situations.

Their existence gave the pink motorcycle a solid line of defense, protecting the forward owner from the threat of demons.

They are characterized by their flexibility and stealth, like sharp blades in the dark night, protecting Qi Lin ruthlessly.

After leaving Yutou Village, this silver-ranked rotting wolf cavalry, which numbered thirty, never let any potential threat get close to Qi Lin.

Until now, they encountered a being beyond their reach.

A crooked figure who escaped the detection of the surrounding ghosts and appeared out of thin air.

Woohoo! ! !

The leading cavalry commander raised his head to the sky and howled. The moment he howled, all the rotten wolf cavalry, except for the rotten wolf cavalry at the rear of the square palace, immediately urged the rotten wolves under them, and quickly left the surrounding cover. They took the initiative to expose their figures. On the predetermined road ahead, a stooped figure who did not know when appeared rushed forward.

The wisdom of the rotting wolf cavalry is not high, maybe it will be improved after the gold rank, but now, their wisdom is only a little stronger than that of the skeletons.

Qi Lin's order to them was to accompany them with escorts, and kill all threatening targets before the main body arrived.

So from the moment the figure appeared, the rotting wolf cavalry did not start to adjust the formation, scout the figure, change the route, cover the evacuation, etc. like the ghosts.

Under the howling of the cavalry commander, some of the rotten wolf cavalry rushed towards the crooked figure without fear of death.

The cavalry commander instinctively sensed the danger from the figure, the danger that he would die if he attacked.

The rotting wolf cavalry's sense of danger is extremely sensitive.

But they rushed up anyway.

To die for Qi Lin is the honor of all the rotten wolf cavalry, and it is also the only purpose of coming to this world.

When Qi Lin received the report from the ghost, the fastest cavalry commander rushed to the side of the figure, slashed at the crooked figure with a flickering black scimitar!

"stop!"

After all, Qi Lin's order was slower than the speed of the cavalry commander.

The moment the scimitar touched the crooked figure, the surrounding wind seemed to stagnate.

A golden light shone under the blade of the cavalry commander's scimitar, and the next moment, the hunched figure disappeared, and instantly appeared beside Qi Lin who was still galloping towards the cavalry commander.

The pink suspension motorcycle galloped along, and the old woman in a strange flower dress followed the car with her back bent.

"If you meet me, you will kill me."

"Young man, you are a little angry."

When the old voice sounded, Qi Lin followed the reputation, and it was the Natasha who only heard his traces but could not see her!

The old face looks like seventy or eighty years old, but the weird clothes on her body are very similar to Baijia Nai, except that Natasha's clothes are covered with flowers and plants.

"Stop!" Qi Lin quickly said to Heifeng.

The car stopped slowly, and the old woman also slowly landed on the ground, looked at Qi Lin who got off the car and smiled kindly: "The water demon on the side of Yuepo Lake is almost cooked by your undead, can you sell your mother-in-law? For my sake, let it live?"

The water demon of Yuepo Lake?

The soaring magic power of the water demon may have something to do with the apostle Natasha!

This was Qi Lin's first reaction.

The second reaction was that my heart skipped a beat.

Because Qi Lin thought of that prophecy.

The water demon of Moonpo Lake will appear in the center of the lake in 3 days and 11 hours, and its scales will be what the apostle Natasha needs.

To Yu Qilin, it doesn't matter whether he kills the water demon or not.

Because the harvest of the water demon is too little, and the experience is not enough to fit between the teeth, if there is no such prophecy, Qi Lin will not go to Yuepo Lake, but go directly south.

But because of that prophecy, Qi Lin came to Yuepo Lake, firstly to see if there is really a water demon, and secondly to see if Natasha came over.

This proves the accuracy of the prophecy.

Qi Lin didn't know about the businessman and Natasha.

He only knew that now, the water demon appeared, and Natasha

also came.

A wonderful misunderstanding with far-reaching consequences was born.

"Order, the undead from Moon Soul Lake will return, and the old ten will be in charge of arranging the next move."

"All the rotten wolf cavalry, spread out the guard around the main body."

The purpose of checking the accuracy of the prophecy has been achieved, and it doesn't matter whether the water demon is killed or not.

There are only two important points now, one is how to deal with the prophecy, and the other is Natasha, can Qi Lin get some information from this apostle?

Except for the matter of drawing blood and Zhen Haoren, Qi Lin has always been able to distinguish the importance of all things, and what is rational.

After Qi Lin checked that the cavalry commander was only blocked and did not receive any damage from Natasha.

Stepping forward, he smiled apologetically at the old woman and said, "I'm sorry, but my companion's attack was purely a reaction to stress. I thought you, mother-in-law who suddenly appeared, were an enemy."

"I apologize to you on his behalf. I have already ordered the water demon to evacuate, so I apologize for the unintentional action."

Qi Lin's words were very polite. After all, the cavalry commander took the lead in the attack. Under the circumstances, it was okay to be polite when facing this apostle who looked like an old man in his 70s or 80s.

And Qi Lin's approach has indeed paid off.

"It's over." The old woman waved her hand, indicating that she didn't care.

Then, the old woman asked strangely, "Companion?"

Qi Lin didn't know why the old woman said that, but just nodded: "Companion."

"Necromancers shouldn't regard undead as ghosts." The old woman paused, then suddenly smiled: "You young man is different, rare."

Just as Qi Lin was about to say something, the old woman smiled and raised her hand to signal not to speak.

Immediately, the long stick appeared in the old woman's hand, the head of the stick turned slightly, and two flower benches grew out behind Qi Lin and the old woman in an instant!

The strong fragrance of flowers caught Qi Lin's increasingly dysfunctional sense of smell.

Qi Lin turned his head and glanced behind him. The flowers were so delicate that they were dripping with dew on the petals.

In the extraordinary era, everything is possible.

Especially in these groups of apostles, many impossible things became possible.

Qi Lin sat down silently, waiting for the old woman to express her intention.

The old woman just swayed her staff slightly again, and a round table of flowers broke through the ground and was placed between them.

On the table, not only flowers of various colors grow, but also some fruits.

"Ordinary fruit, eat whatever you want." The old woman put away her long stick, ignored Qi Lin's silence, and just said to herself: "I don't want to come to see you, although you are young, but from top to bottom, From head to toe, there is the smell of lonely death and cold wind."

The old woman looked at Qi Lin who raised her brow slightly and smiled and said: "Speaking of which, this is the second time I see you."

"The first time was in that city, it seems to be called Nanzhili?"

Facing the old woman's question, Qi Lin just nodded and didn't say much.

The old woman looked at the calm Qi Lin, smiled and said slowly: "I like the warm and natural me, but I don't like this kind of smell."

The old woman added: "Of course, it's just the taste, it has nothing to do with you."

"In other words, I don't hate you, I just hate your smell."

"Hate impersonal taste."

"So, don't you hate, or rather, not be afraid of the smell on your body?"

The old woman looked at Qi Lin, at this young man favored by businessmen and travelers.

The whole body is wrapped in a black cloak, and the brows are pale and cold.

Qi Lin thought for a moment, as if he was saying that he regarded the undead as companions?

Or is this mother-in-law, like a businessman, who minds walking alone outside the crowd?

All kinds of associations flooded in, Qi Lin stopped thinking, just smiled and replied with an innocuous sentence: "The eagle never relies on any branches, but believes in its own wings. People should be like eagles, fearless of loneliness and cold. "

If you say a lot, you will make a lot of mistakes, especially in front of this group of outsiders, so Qi Lin simply said something casually and then threw it back.

The old woman was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head with a smile and said, "You, you are really a different necromancer."

Without waiting for Qi Lin to predict the old woman's intentions based on her reaction, and then try to trigger a certain situation.

The old woman said directly out of Qi Lin's expectation: "I don't have much time, let's keep it simple."

"I have a letter that I need you to deliver to someone."

As the old woman spoke, she took out a clean white letter and put it on the table.

Qi Lin glanced around, and could only see imprinted patterns of a flower, a grass, and a bunch of ears of wheat on the envelope.

"The place where the letter is delivered is the place you will pass by, Steam Town."

The old woman looked at Qi Lin with a half-smile and said: "Don't be surprised that I know you will go south to the Tower of Origin, because every chosen person, unless he doesn't want to live to the end, will go to the Tower of Origin."

Qi Lin was silent for a moment, thinking about the information about the steam town.

That town controls many villages. When I was in Yutou Village, I heard from the village chief that he was in charge of the taxes of more than 50 villages.

And in the token given to him by the big octopus, in the station map displayed, the steam town is indeed the nearest station to him.

That small town Qi Lin is indeed going to.

"What's the name of the recipient?" Qi Lin thought for a while, and asked directly without asking about the reward.

"When you arrive in the town, the letter will give you the answer." The old woman muttered something so that Qi Lin answered in silence.

"We respect exchange of equal value, I can't let you do things for nothing." The old woman smiled and said: "You know this after thinking about it."

Qi Lin nodded. He didn't understand why Natasha didn't send the letter by herself, but sent it by herself?

The old woman did not give him a chance to think, and continued: "In return, I will give you some information that can help you as a deposit."

"The follow-up remuneration, after you finish sending the letter, I will pay you in full."

The old woman smiled and asked, "Is that all right?"