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After the armor and weapons were formed, the magic wind immediately turned into a large water ball suspended in the air. Vared waved his hand and pressed the armor and weapons into the water ball. After a "sizzling" sound, a large area of ​​water vapor rose. The water ball was smaller. It was only after the completion.

After completing everything, the armor, helmets and weapons slowly fell down and were automatically placed on the fourteen skeletons with thick bones. Vared then awakened the skeleton warriors by secretly learning, half-baked and quite loopholes, just like digging graves to awaken the cannon fodder skeletons in recent years.

After struggling for so long, Valed's magic power was consumed a lot of it. He secretly sighed that the way he used magic power was too rough. It was outrageous. If it were an ordinary mage who was familiar with undead witchcraft to do these things, he would probably only need to consume one dozen of his magic power to achieve better results than him.

This made Valed more excited about his future studies - from the age of four to six, he had already learned all the basic subjects from his tutor. He should finally learn some real skills next?

However, in short, the final result was quite satisfactory. With the help of several short magical commands, these skeletons' originally black eyes reignited the terrifying phosphorus fire.

They stood up from the ground, and their joints made the sound of "Kara" and "Kara". After moving their limbs, they looked very humane and saluted Vared the chest and stood straight and arranged the formation. The exquisite equipment and armor, as well as meticulous style, made them look quite elite - but unfortunately, they were all slug tips that were not useful.

Vared did not know how to make magic for advanced undeads, and even elementary undead witchcraft was half-baked. He just used magic power to force these skeletons. Or their power, speed and agility, because of the high magic power input by Vared, can be compared with ordinary tomb guards.

However, the undead were completely unaware of the superb martial arts, team cooperation, array and combat experience awakened by the Tomb Guardians. Not to mention those guys who dressed up like corpse witches - they don't even know a single spell. It's like computers with advanced configurations but no operating system or other necessary software installed. It just looks good.

Of course, he could reach this level with a man and a half. Vared was already very satisfied. He walked around these "elite" tomb guards, but found something was wrong. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that their equipment was just made and looked brand new and shiny. However, the tomb guards in the Dekenhof Castle have been used for a long time, so they looked old.

"But this is easy to solve." Vared hesitated for a moment, then snapped his fingers: "You guys fight each other, remember not to beat them to death, just make some dents.

After making such an order, fourteen newly released tomb guards fought each other. They used their long halberds, swords and shields in their hands to hit each other's armor, making cracks and dents. Then, under the command of Vared, they grabbed a few handfuls of ashes and sprinkled them on themselves. After more than ten minutes, these tomb guards looked like their predecessors, and looked a little old.

“Very good, but not the best yet—”

So Vared asked them to stop at the right time and let the tomb guards guard beside him like their predecessors. Then he happily walked into the next tomb chamber.

White bones everywhere.

As Vared thought, this is also a tomb of a burialist. It is just different from the tomb of the samurai who voluntarily buried his master for his master. The bones of this tomb are all tombs of slaves who were slaughtered and sacrificed to others.

Thousands of human corpses lay there, and Valed squatted down, and could be found that some of them died of limbs, some were cut in half, and some were cut off their limbs. Of course, more were cut off their heads at once. The residue of hemp ropes could be seen beside them. It seemed that they were tied up during their lifetime - this one should be a male, and that one should be a female. This one is not old, and that one should be able to move.

Two years ago, Vared began to receive basic education when he was four years old. The "basic education" of vampires is quite different from what ordinary people understand. In addition to language and common sense, it is also related to the basics of undead witchcraft and black magic. Vared, who has learned these things, has a better ability to identify bones than most medical scientists.

He could almost see the age, gender, death methods, even interests and habits of each bone... and even compiled them into stories. At the beginning, Vared thought it was quite interesting. But after reading too much, Vared suddenly felt that he was going crazy.

He suddenly understood what he was doing - he wanted to organize an army of dead people, a crazy army of bones, souls, and undead. These things are terrifying, fearful and desperate. If you stay in it for a long time, your spirit will definitely be affected and become bad without realizing it.

Vared could therefore understand why those undead wizards became psychopaths. They also understood a little bit. Why vampires value their compatriots - because that was really crazy. Those who had never seen the undead army thought that it was a great and cool thing. But in fact, looking at these miserable bones and what they were about to do to them, Vared could clearly say:

"No, this is not good at all."

That's it.

Of course, if it is extremely bad, it doesn’t count. Valed’s sister once taught Vared when she was studying philosophy classes in school:

"Which army composed of living people will become dead at any time, and an army composed of dead people that has long lost their lives. Which one is more miserable?"

"I don't know, it depends on the situation."

Vared shrugged and replied, then his dear sister threw it away with a pillow.

"No, stupid guy - if I answered like this, I would definitely be laughed at by Sally - you stupid guy, think about me a little more!"

"Ask someone who is six years younger than me who has homework for his younger brother, he is not qualified to call me a fool!"

Well, that's basically the case. You can wait until you feel pain in your spare time before thinking about it. Now, Valed has only one thing to do - is to be happy - as long as you are happy.

Yes, he got the best gift that could make him settle in this world - a whole skeleton legion. Is there anything more to be happy about in this world than this?

So Valed began to laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh wildly, laugh at the endless dead bones - with such crazy laughter, he showed that he had bid farewell to the mankind before. From today on, he was Valed von Castein, the heir of the Count of the Castein family, the lord of Sylvania, and the younger brother of Isabella von Castein.

Is a necromancer and vampire lord.

When the hysterical laughter ended, Vared shook his head, raised his hand, and began to condense the magic wind. As his hand gradually raised, the magic wind became more violent, and the pale light wrapped around Vared, and the skeletons also climbed up one by one. Those who broke their waists connected to the spine. Those who broke their limbs connected to the limbs with the help of other skeletons, and those who broke their heads held the skeleton and put them back. The scars disappeared with the blowing of the magic wind. It seemed like new.

Under the influence of the pale spiritual light, these bones that had been silent for thousands of years re-moved again, and stood up again with the ominous power of the undead witchcraft as a driving force, and existed as servants of the caster. They stretched their re-energized, blasphemous limbs. They appeared in the world again in the sad and low-level undead posture. Such a spell is much more rougher than the fourteen ancient tomb guards carefully crafted by Valed. So his magic can still hold on.

"Empty those things." Valed's eyes flashed with red witchcraft lights. He mobilized a lot of energy to control these skeleton soldiers, and obtained their accurate numbers at the first time - a total of 11,221.

But there are more than a thousand kids who are too short, and there are more than a thousand kids who are too worn by the old man. Nearly 10,000 are truly usable. The skeletons used by Vared are the strong skeletons of adult men and women. They asked them to carry the more than a thousand kids in front, along with the rusted but still valuable black iron weapons, return the same way, and return to the place where he hid the legion.

Because almost all the mechanisms and traps along the way have been activated, there is no need to be too vigilant on the way back. The only thing worth noting is the flip trap that caused Valed to suffer losses before.

Vared still let the undead pass through. The trap was like before, without any sign of life. When all the skeleton soldiers passed, Vared blessed the floating technique and floated over without any danger.

In this way, Vared spent a fulfilling night. Under the influence of Red Moon Moria, the young vampire concealed the vast majority of people. He gained the foundation of his army of undead with small gains and many other benefits.

He led fourteen new tomb guards back home. As for the skeleton wolf, because it did not belong to the regular army sequence of the family, no one would usually pay attention to their number. Valed was sure that missing two skeleton wolf would not cause any problems.
Chapter completed!