After leaving Doludives, the travelers continued their journey.

On the "Gospel" continent, the Corpse Wetland is a harsh terrain along with the Bone Ocean. At first glance, it seems that the system is biased, allocating the poor mountains and harsh waters to the undead creatures so that they can fend for themselves, but in fact it is a kind of

Camp protection measures. When the two sides are fighting, the harsh terrain can effectively weaken the attacker, while the defender can wait for work. There are many dangers in the wetlands, and there may be monsters hiding in the grass, water, and mud, and these monsters are basically dead.

Spiritual creatures, under the cover of the environment, they can evade most detection techniques. No one knows which step is absolutely safe, and no one knows when his good luck will end.

However, the traveler is walking on flat ground in the corpse wetland, and his moving speed can compete with the night peregrine falcon in the sky. Even if he chooses to slow down in order to restore his stamina, he is still much faster than other players. His speed is not as fast as other players.

It was not so fast at the beginning, but gradually became faster; as he traveled, he mastered the key points of moving in the corpse wetland, and became more and more proficient.

This time he came to Aialotis.

"I don't want to run into another city lord this time..." After entering the city, he muttered to himself and glanced around a bit mischievously.

Aialotis is the "City of Craftsmen". There are many craftsmen living in the city. They and their skills represent the pinnacle of contemporary handicrafts. The utensils produced in Aialotis are unique in craftsmanship and of extremely high quality.

, is very popular with people, and a large number of imitations appear in other countries every year, while businessmen are busy managing relationships and trading weapons privately. It is not wrong to say that Aialotis is the most important city in Orquila.

However, this treasure-like city disappeared into thin air just a few days ago, as if God had made a joke with it. Hundreds of years of operation cannot withstand one day of destruction.

The traveler's eyes flashed, but more of his expression was hidden under the mask, and it was unclear whether he was happy or angry. He walked casually and came to a construction site, where he saw undead NPCs busy digging the foundation.

Transport soil.

On the construction site, an old man walked around like a second hand that couldn't stop. The old man's face was black and blue, and he was an undead creature. However, his intelligence was not taken away by death, and he still shone with the unique brilliance of a professional in life.

He wears a monocle, has long eyebrows and beard, and looks like a wise old man from a fairy tale; his body is a little puffy, and the robe he wears is not suitable for climbing up and down, but he always

He was walking around, directing and dispatching. If he were a living creature, the old man would probably fall down from exhaustion. A line of words appeared above his head: Necromancer Engineer, Patra.

He was an engineer specializing in architecture, or a senior one. The traveler calmly took in all the information and came to this conclusion in an instant. He stepped forward and chatted up: "Hey, old man! Why don't you take a rest for a while?"

When the other party heard someone saying hello, he smiled and said: "Why do undead creatures talk about resting? Haha, I don't know when this old corpse will dissipate. Why not buy more time to do more things for His Majesty?"

"You are a subordinate of the Bone Tyrant, right? Why did you leave the 'City of Waiting'? I heard that there is a large scientific research site in the 'City of Waiting', which is dedicated to concentrating life professionals for scientific research. Why don't you

What about staying there? I think you'll be much safer there."

Although Master Patra's face is intimidating at first glance, objectively speaking, he is no different from other elderly people. His smile always has a reassuring kindness: "The Joint Scientific Research Center does not force us to stay.

Compared with other colleagues, Lao Cheng prefers to personally supervise the progress of the project. As for safety issues, Lao Cheng is not worried. Lao Cheng is just an old man, so what is the value of being killed?"

The traveler also laughed: "You are right, not everyone can attack any target like the Bone Tyrant. By the way, what did you make?"

"Old Man is building the Temple of Dusk, and after a while, Old Man will inspect the progress in the west of the city - Old Man's disciples are building the Blood Temple."

"Blood Temple?! Is it a temple used by the blood elves to worship the goddess of youth?...I see, June Sunshine has formed an alliance with the blood elves. No wonder I saw so many blade dancers along the way." The traveler lowered his voice.

: "This is really an unexpected surprise."

Observing from the sidelines, the travelers also had a general idea of ​​what the buildings of the undead creatures looked like. To put it bluntly, they were similar to the buildings of the living creatures. Strong undead beasts (of course there were also a few innocent ghouls captured for hard labor).

Responsible for digging the soil, Master Patra and several students stood at the dead end of the hole. Together they took out a tape measure to check whether the depth of the hole met the requirements. After the specifications were met, they began to pour sand and gravel downwards. The stones were mostly black.

granite.

"I've always wondered why granite is black?" the traveler asked.

"Because its main component is biotite. This is quite surprising, because granite often does not contain a lot of biotite, but only the stone in the Paradise of the Dead contains a lot of biotite." It seems that no problem is difficult.

Master Patra said happily: "Because of this, the buildings in the Black Stone Valley are mainly black."

"Isn't it lifeless? The lighting is not good either."

"Undead creatures do not need light. They perceive the world with their souls. Even in the dark, the old man can know that you are a living being and will never be mistaken." Master Patra gave the traveler a meaningful look.

, and then turned his attention to the foundation, as if looking at his own child: "Considering that black is too dull, the old man used white bones as building materials, so that he can match them with black marble to create a unique aesthetic."

"No wonder the world regards you as aliens. What normal architect would use bones to build a house?"

"Desecrate the dead? Or is it a form of evil worship? No, what I'm thinking about is how to adapt to local conditions when resources are scarce. That's the starting point. In the early days of building the Ocean of Bones, His Majesty didn't have enough materials to build the city.

The only things Lao Cao could use were bones and stones. In the later period, when resources were not scarce, Lao Cai still chose these two building materials. The first reason was because he followed this mature architectural style - all the major undead empires in history seemed to use

This is the main architectural style; the second reason is that organic matter in the Paradise of the Dead is easily corroded (such as wood), and black marble and white bones can increase the service life of the building."

The traveler thought for a while and raised his thumb: "That makes sense. As an old man, you can still not stick to the routine and have the courage to innovate. It's great."

"Age is not a limitation of intellectual curiosity. Since the elderly have twice as many lives as ordinary people, they should continue to learn, try new things, and expand their knowledge."

At this point, the sand and gravel have been filled. In order for this artificial foundation to have sufficient load-bearing capacity, it needs to be flattened and compacted. Humans use the wooden ramming method to ram the foundation with logs; but the undead creatures are ingenious.

Letting a horde of undead beasts jump around on it can also compact the soil. The craftsmen smeared a large amount of "grease slime" on the surface of the sand and stone, and then tilted the sand again to lay the second layer.

The traveler looked around and said in a voice as cold as snow falling from the branches: "Speaking of which, this city was formerly a 'City of Craftsmen'. It's a pity... I can no longer see those exquisitely crafted props.

War... is so disgusting that it can easily destroy a country's culture and technology. It was the June sunshine that destroyed everything in this country."

Master Patra smiled: "Maybe we have destroyed life, but we have not destroyed culture. Travelers from far away, do you only see the surface of things, but not the inside? This city has not died, it has just changed.

Master; all kinds of crafts have not been lost, because the craftsmen who master them can continue to live in this world as dead souls, continue to work and create."

"This is an excuse for invasion. In fact, you twisted the will of the living, forced them to live, and then enslaved them endlessly." The traveler shook his head: "You did protect the culture and technology left by Olquila, but you just

The individual will of those citizens has also been obliterated by you."

"Indeed, the Undead Empire has never been a democratic country, and the thousands of words of the inferiors can never be compared to the words of the Undead King. Once His Majesty makes a wrong choice, no one can save the fate of the empire." Master Patra

There was no anger, and his tone was gentle: "But this is not what I should worry about. I believe in your majesty's choice. If anyone can build a different undead empire, it can only be your majesty."

"Why do you admire him so much?"

"It's just an intuition. Adventurers are different from aborigines in that they possess a certain quality...and this quality can make His Majesty surpass all the undead kings in the past and present. Although I have not read countless people, I will never see the wrong person."

"Well...thank you for the introduction, I'm going to continue on my way. Goodbye."

The traveler politely said goodbye to the old man, and then embarked on his journey again. After he had gone a long way, he looked back and saw the old man squatting by the pit again to check the details. The traveler muttered: "It seems that the tyrant's subordinates are not all cruel and indifferent.

Some people still have brains."

The "mastermind" behind this city's management is a rigid martial artist named Super Burger King. However, it seems that he and the backbone of the guild are not in the city, but go to collective leveling. The traveler learns from the gossip of the people on the street.

While looking for the information he wanted, he searched for supply points, but it was in vain: there were no hotels or restaurants in any undead city, and even if there were, they did not provide food or drinking water. The only fresh meat was obtained from fighting ghouls.

The smell of "unpalatable meat" is so strong that even an "improved purification mask" cannot completely remove it.

"I finally understand why the system favors undead creatures. They can't even satisfy their appetites. I feel really sad for them." The traveler sighed.

When passing through the west of the city, the traveler went out of his way to see the construction site of the Blood Temple. The Blood Temple was also in the stage of laying the foundation. Beside the construction site, several tall elves wearing skull masks pointed at the design drawings. Although they did not take off their masks.

, but a flash of red light behind their eyes still revealed their identities - blood elves who use blood as the source of youth.
Chapter completed!