In the dense forest, there is an area that is so dense that it is so densely packed with vines, branches, and shrubs that no one can squeeze in.
A swordsman holding a machete struggled to chop at the vine branches. After cutting a path of more than ten meters, he was exhausted and panted. He turned around and said: "Change people, change people, I'm exhausted."
They had been cutting down trees to clear the way this way. Everyone was so exhausted that they were not in the mood to look at the situation inside the vines. The most they could do was stab them with their swords a few times.
After his companion took over his place, he sat down on the ground without any manners. As soon as his butt touched the ground, he felt something hit him. When he raised his butt, he saw that it was a gray hand bone.
The human swordsman pushed the hand bone into the bushes with his feet and cursed in a low voice: "Possessed by the god of bad luck, bah."
Human swordsmen like him have seen many corpses and bones, so it's not surprising.
What they are looking for now is a human sinless man, a human swordmaster, a horse, a young brass dragon, an angel with only a skeleton and an armored man, if the bones of this hand are white
, then he will look at it a few more times.
"This forest is really dense, I guess a lot of people have died before." The swordsman said lazily.
One of the younger companions, who might be a first-level swordsman, asked in confusion: "Senior, has someone died, does it have anything to do with the dense woods?"
This sentence aroused laughter from the others. After laughing, the swordsman answered the question and said: "When I was a child, there was a famine in the village one year. Many people starved to death. Others were too hungry to collect the corpses, so
Throw the body into the grove behind the village. The next year, the woods were so dense that it was impossible to walk in. There were many wild fruits in the woods, which were sour and fragrant."
Although the swordsman said this in a very relaxed tone, as if joking, everyone fell silent after hearing his words. It seemed that everyone had seen the dense woods behind the village.
For a moment, everyone lost interest in talking and dug their heads into the road, creating a passable path in the woods.
Along the path, a group of swordsmen passed by, their long swords carelessly thrusting into the bushes on both sides. They took turns to open the road. They knew how dense the woods were, and they didn't feel that in such a dense state,
There are a lot of things you can hide in.
Not only their team of swordsmen, there was a team of swordsmen every ten meters, marching hand in hand in the woods, searching like a carpet.
In the sky, several dragon knights patrolled back and forth along the search line, looking down from above. Higher in the sky were the airships of the gryphon knights and goblins.
Many magicians flew into the air and cast detection magic one after another.
Apart from the occasional skeleton or two, nothing else was found.
The entire human world is in motion, not only the western diocese, but also the eastern diocese is no exception. All forces, no matter what their intentions and psychology, are passively or actively joining the manhunt.
The woods outside the city where the assassin disappeared became a focus of attention. After repeated searches dozens of times, nothing was found.
The assassin consists of two humans, an angel, an armored man, a brass dragon and a horse. So many things seem to have disappeared, and there are no clues in the layers of levels and layers of defenses.
If it weren't for the fact that the space magic weapon couldn't contain living creatures, everyone couldn't help but wonder if someone had used the space magic weapon to pack them up and take them away.
Maybe they won't think that what someone owns is not a space magic weapon, but a world.
In the Palace of Rest, Luther and Lightning stared with wide eyes, as if they had never seen the world. They looked at the majestic palace in the distance and the main flame of death on the main hall, and murmured: "This... this is Rest."
The palace? The place where the king sleeps?"
No one had time to respond to them. Ange, the original brass book of Negris, the little zombies and the angel skeleton were chasing those wandering skeletons everywhere.
"Why are so many skeletons suddenly coming out! What on earth did you do, Ange?" Negris roared.
The originally deserted Palace of Rest now has dozens of newborn skeletons wandering around the world. Their skeletons are all from those angel bones. Anger planted a thousand of them in the ground and threw the rest back to the Palace of Rest.
Palace.
Ange pointed at the sapling on the ground. The sapling on the ground was "hoo-hoo-hoo--". When he put on the scarecrow hat, Ange stuffed the sapling in. It has always been there.
Whooshing.
Following its move, the entire Palace of Rest became windy.
There is no wind in the Palace of Rest, including the farm boundary. There is sunshine, temperature, seasons, and birds in the farm boundary, but there is no wind. Ange can only pollinate crops through pollination.
Now, the wind suddenly started blowing here.
"What does it have to do with it? There were so many corpses in the past, but no skeleton was born." Negris said.
Since the king disappeared, only Ange's skeleton was left in the entire Palace of Rest, and the rest were only skeletons. In these more than a thousand years, no undead creature was born.
The bigger problem is that Ange's soul has not grown stronger. It has been more than a thousand years since he changed his bones and became a gray skeleton, but he has never made any progress. Instead, his mental power is extremely strong and his soul is unusually condensed.
As a result, he left the Palace of Rest and blew the wind of Rest in the World Transit Station for half a year. The strength of his soul increased and he went straight to the heart of the soul. This was a good foundation.
Judging from Ange's situation, the biggest reason why the Palace of Rest cannot prolong the life of undead creatures is because the aura of death is exhausted. Without the aura of death, how could a small sapling just breathe a few times and hundreds of skeletons rise up?
Ange pointed to the wind blowing slightly in the air and said: "The wind has breath." This means that the wind of rest has the breath of death.
After Ange mentioned it like this, Negris had to pay attention. It was a book of brass and was not very sensitive to soul energy. After careful sensing, he discovered that there was indeed the smell of death in the breeze.
Nigris suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Essence of Rest!"
That should be the case. Ange nodded. He had previously condensed a lot of rest liquid with the Everlasting Spring Stone and transferred it to the Palace of Rest. Once the rest liquid enters here, it will immediately disperse into the air until it is saturated.
It was because of the dispersion of the Liquid of Rest that the main hall of the Palace of Rest ignited the main flame of death fire and released the immortal godhead.
But today, the saplings whirred to stimulate the flow of air, and dozens of skeletons were quickly born.
In the next few days, more and more skeletons were spawned, and soon the number reached more than a hundred. With them wandering around, the silent palace of rest was rare and had a little more 'life'
gas.
Bored Ange caught one of them, offered holy light, and smeared it on its body. Soon, there were not only skeletons wandering around, but also living angels.
Just like that, unknowingly, among the four auxiliary buildings outside the main hall of the Palace of Rest, one of them looked like a purple skull, and the empty eye sockets suddenly ignited purple flames.
Nigris was the first to notice this abnormal change. He flew over to take a look and immediately shouted: "Ange, come here and have a look. Is this the skeleton of Strong Bone Locke?"