The Rise of the Cemetery

The handover of the Undead Squad and his party is already the next day.

As the first recruit to remove the BOSS at Novice Village, An Hefei and his party were welcomed by all the undead partners in the Novice Village camp. The members of the team kept waving to everyone and fully enjoyed the triumph and scenery of a triumphant hero.

After handing over the task to the novice village undead commander Allen, the five guys finally received a nameplate and equipment rewards representing their identity. Although it is only the first-level magic equipment, compared with the group of Guoben friends outside, they are already regarded as shotguns for guns and stand out from the crowd.

After hearing Alen ’s unspeakable congratulations, they were gloriously assigned to the town of Deathstroke, a hundred miles away from Stratholme, as a trainee guard. There will also be the first stone steps they step into the necropolis system. If they want to become a regular army member or be a free mercenary, there is endless time for them to consider slowly.

Dismissing the joyous rookie, the undead commander Allen carried the head of the zombie leader Baluf and turned into a dark secret room behind him. There, an extremely well-preserved headless zombie was lying quietly in the coffin.

He threw the head of Balov into it, and within 2 minutes, a new zombie leader crawled out of it.

"Damn, Alan, you are cheating! Where did the vampire of that **** come from? His strange ability is by no means a level 4 blood mage, you are breaking the rules of Novice Village! "Balf pulled his head to correct his position while complaining indignantly."

"That fat bird was an accident. I heard that it was the guinea pigs from the group of corpses with abnormal brains. Why, do you want to find their theory?" Alan, who was usually serious in his face, smiled and smiled at the moment. It's an expression that ridicules gloating.

"% # @% ..." Baleff murmured in dissatisfaction, but turned his head and complained again: "How come the bodies created by these corpses have become more and more weird, so let me use this pair Going to be a BOSS? I do n’t want to be sent back with his head in a few days! "

"Relax! This is the latest model test item just delivered by the corpses. It is said that it has already possessed primary magic resistance, enough for you to ** that rookie!" Allen's tone was still so eerie.

Balebur shivered coldly, and no longer had any hope for his new body. The corpse witches are simply the calmest lunatics. The things they tinker with are easy to use and easy to use, but they always have extremely terrible side effects. Every time you change it, you are doing a free magic test for them.

"Maybe they should pay me the cost of the trial ..." Mutter continued, and Balef wore a black cloth cloak wide enough to completely cover himself and planned to sneak out of the secret door.

"Remember, you will meet at Sartan's house three days later to celebrate his promotion to a regular member of the City Guard. Don't be late." Suddenly thinking of something, Allen urged him.

"Got it, get it!" Baleff waved impatiently, without looking back into the door.

Also known as the free undead mercenary, Sartan's potential far surpassed those of his fellow survivors, so after crossing 11th level, he successfully entered the ranks of Stratholme city guards. But these low-potential partners can only continue to contribute to the development of the necropolis by doing odd jobs.

This time the choice and fate of destiny, how can they not let them sigh and sigh.

Compared with the older generation of retired mercenaries, the recruits An, Feibo, Rando, Kento, and Black Blade are just a generation full of vigor and hope. At this moment, they were standing on Stratholme's huge and neat city square, and looked around like a dumpling in the big city. Any kind of ornaments can attract them to stop and linger, and endless reviews.

The first is the large fountain pool in the center of the city square, which is full of liquid negative energy. As the fountain splashed, the overflowing energy mist reflected the colorful magic rainbow. Standing by the pool without closing your eyes and meditating, you can feel the refreshing negative energy breath, which fills every inch of space in the body.

"Comfortable, really comfortable ..."

The five little guys sucked intoxicatedly, and Rando even took a sip. With this small bite, the injuries on her body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, she returned to her best state, and filled with a lot of energy.

I really want to take a bubble bath inside!

With endless grievances, the little Banshee Lan Duo thought quietly.

On their side, all kinds of strangely shaped undead souls are constantly moving around, and it is rare to see a guy who is idle like them. Kento and Blackblade only enviously watched the full set of equipments of the undead, who were listening to the drool, while Anhe Feibo perceived the domineering momentum of the powerful Lingling, who were suppressed and dared not look directly.

Holding a skull stick in his hand, clinking with magic pendants, magic silver braided chain mail, death book and quenched dagger hanging around his waist, the high-level corpses wearing the crown of death are all high. Angry.

Riding the nightmare beast, covered with heavy black mist, covered with black and red armor, **** cloak, the majestic death knight, even let the little friends solidify their souls, and dare not look up. The death knight is worthy of being a high-level in the knight of the dead, whether it is equipment or strength, it is enough to crush the Allen of the novice village dozens of times.

As for those legendary zombie lords, vampire lords, resentful banshees, plague lords, ghoul kings ... just half a day, they almost all saw it all.

My dear, this is the powerful mercenaries active in Stratholme! Sure enough, all of them were extraordinary and imposing, and they couldn't see their ranks and strengths simply by mental induction. But just with that full set of magic equipment and coagulated momentum, it is enough to crush them hundreds of times, hundreds of times!

After watching the characters look at the building.

Standing around the center of the square, surrounded by towering minarets. There is the majestic and majestic city hall, the mission hall with people coming and going, the tavern with laughter, and the majestic mage tower that stands tall and almost pierces the sky.

At the entrance of each majestic building, there are elves of undead draped in guard. They are like iron and steel statues cast by molten iron, where the immovable pestle stands there, only the horrifying soul fire jumping in their eyes shows their identity as living creatures.

Kento, a cheap product, once ran specifically to confront a death knight, and then it was only dragged by the black blade to get rid of the evil stare that the soul was paralyzed.

Black Blade also happily ran to the auction house, planning to purchase with interest, but walked down in a quarter of an hour. The pitiful 10 merits on the identity plate can hardly be bought at the auction house. The rows and columns of magical equipment, magical materials, and bizarre treasures literally took its soul fire, but the standard merit points behind it seemed to it a terrible astronomical figure.

As for the hard currency of the auction house, what is that? Why have never heard of it?

Finally, the little banshee puzzled it.

According to the little demon, it seems that her leader Ms. Jona has such a magical crystal called Soul Crystal in her hand, which is full of unbelievable soul breath, which she loves from time to time . Even the little Banshee had only seen it from afar, but had never touched it by hand.

Speaking of these shiny crystal gems, the eyes of the little banshee are always bright, and there is an infinitely longing hungry gaze in it.

It is a pity that such a great city of undead is not able to be occupied by these recruits. After playing around for half a day, the five poor ghosts can only reluctantly follow the flow of people out of Stratholme, and find the flight zone administrator Linnai half a mile outside the city.

Most of the other undead have their own flying mounts. After coming here to pay the suspension fee, they can retrieve their mounts and go away. The five recruits are all clanging poorly and have nothing but 10 merits. Fortunately, after they reported their identities, the lean and dry administrator told them that they, as expatriate apprentices, could ride a bat demon free ride for free.

So half a quarter of an hour later, the five friends who were on the road together flew into the sky in a scream of mountains and seas.

Both Feibo and Little Banshee can fly, so the feeling of flying has already been etched into the soul. The Skeleton III is the first time God has ever made it.

Stepping on the smooth and supple fur of the Bat Demon Kongqi, and looking down at the vast land like a lantern underneath, the three brothers of Skeleton finally realized the feeling of flying in a wind. The cold wind screamed through the bones of the three brothers, accompanied by a squealing tinnitus, and the three skeletons without any spell protection could only lie down on the bat demon to avoid being blown down by a strong plastic wind. A crushed body.

The distance of 100 miles is just less than an hour for the Bat Magic Air Rider to fly.

When the Bat Devil flapped its wings and slowly landed at the flight point, the death knell appeared in front of them.

This is a new-born cemetery village located in a green ghost forest. The spooky tomb-like buildings can be seen everywhere, and the tragic green death air wafts in the town, which adds a lot of undead magnificence.

This was originally a temporary camp for the Ebon Knights. Due to the victory of the Undead War earlier, the frontline of the war has shifted significantly outward. Therefore, it has become an inner village in the necropolis, which is usually used as a supporting node on the troop transport line.