The little zombie thrived under the protection of Ange, passed through its new life safely, and became a bast zombie.
This is the lowest level zombie, on the same level as the skeleton, but because it has a layer of skin and flesh, it has higher defense and stronger combat power than the skeleton.
So one day, the little zombie dragged a skeleton back into the pit and pushed it in front of Ange.
For me? Ange tilted his head.
The little zombie nodded and pushed the skull's head towards Ange.
Ange shook his head. The souls of the skeletons were too weak. If they were swallowed, it would be better to bathe in the wind of rest and grow faster.
The little zombie lowered his head and dragged the skeleton away in despair, but then all the skeletons nearby suffered disaster, and no one could escape the poisonous hand of the little zombie.
When it encounters a skeleton that cannot be beaten, it will hide back in Ange's territory. Even the skeleton does not dare to enter within the thirty-meter radius of this area.
Although there was a diligently predatory little zombie nearby, it had no impact on the surrounding ecology. The vacant space was quickly filled by skeletons wandering from other places. The skeletons thrown away by the little zombie passed through the wind of rest.
With a night of breeze, a new soul is likely to be born.
This is the eternal reincarnation of undead creatures. The only thing that changes may be the soul strength of Ange and the little zombies.
If nothing else happened, Ange might have stayed in the pit, just like he had been growing vegetables on the farm for more than a thousand years. However, something unexpected happened. On this day, the little zombie ran back to the pit in panic.
He grabbed an ange and pointed wildly outside.
There was a scar on the little zombie's face that was deep enough to show the bone. It was unknown what caused it.
Ange got out and saw only a gray skeleton leading more than 20 low-level skeletons into Ange's territory.
They are also gray-bone skeletons, and Ange has no level advantage over them. Under its leadership, low-level skeletons also ignore this level suppression.
Did the little zombie stab the skeleton nest?
Without saying a word, Ange dragged the little zombie and ran out of the pit. He felt that he would not be able to defeat the Gray Bones Skeleton and its twenty-odd men of the same level.
They were running in front, and the Gray Skeletons led the team in pursuit. They chased for two or three kilometers before the Gray Skeletons reluctantly gave up the pursuit.
"What did you do?" It was safe for the time being. Ange breathed a sigh of relief and asked from his soul.
The little zombie stared blankly at Ange. Its intelligence was not enough to answer Ange's question.
Okay, Ange gave up. The same kind of people in the farm used to be like this. When you ask them questions, they will look at you blankly. The little zombies have already figured it out. If they are being chased, they will know to notify you when they come back...
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No, if the little zombie doesn't run back, then the gray skeleton will just chase it. What does it have to do with itself?
Killed by you..., Ange knocked it on the head.
Because the little zombie was causing trouble, Ange was kicked out of the crypt where he had been hiding for several months. It was going to be dark soon and he had to find a shelter from the wind as soon as possible.
It was too late to go back, so Ange dug a pit on the spot and hid in it with the little zombie. Because the pit was relatively shallow, he had to pull back the surrounding soil and bury the two of them.
As soon as the wind stopped the next day, Ange climbed out, dug a pit a few meters away, and threw the little zombie over. He decided not to let the little zombie hide in his pit, lest it cause trouble in the future and hurt himself.
However, that night, as the wind started to blow, a head poked its head around his pit. Seeing that Ange didn't drive it away, it slid in.
I threw it out the next day and came back again at night, just like playing a game.
This kind of game didn't stop until Ange dug a passage between the two pits, because if it ran over again, Ange would kick it into the passage and let it crawl back on its own.
Ange is a happy-go-lucky skeleton who has been able to farm for more than a thousand years without anyone driving him. Now that he was driven out of the safe underground cave, he didn't care and dug a new underground cave again to make it bigger and safer.
He spends his days in the cave guiding the wind of rest.
The little zombie was much more active than him. It ran out as soon as the wind stopped every day. The low-level skeletons nearby suffered its poisonous hands again, but their souls continued to grow in this continuous torment.
I originally thought that today would be the same as before, but not long after the wind started, Ange heard a sound of footsteps, and not long after, he saw a person slipping into the pit.
This is a human being wearing a cloak. He looks about forty or fifty years old, with a weathered face. He holds a delicate staff in his hand, and his body is surging with powerful magic power. He is a human mage.
The human mage discovered Ange in the crypt, and said "Eh" in surprise: "A skeleton? Why did the skeleton run up the slope? Uh, I'm sorry to bother you, can you let me take shelter here from the wind?"
The human mage just asked casually. As we all know, skeletons must reach the gold level to be intelligent. Ordinary skeletons act more based on instinct and will attack when they find a threat. Maybe the skeleton in front of you will pounce on him in the next moment.
Come up.
However, if he dared to walk in the land of death, the human mage would not take a mere gray skeleton seriously. He took off his bucket hat and waved out.
A huge head stretched into the pit, instantly filling the remaining space in the pit. It was a bone horse, with empty eye sockets flashing with blue soul fire.
The pit is not big. It accommodates a skeleton, a human, and the head of a bone horse. There is not even room to turn around. Ange shrank to the passage with another crypt, blocking the exit to make way for a bigger hole.
Space.
When the Wind of Rest was raging, why would a human mage appear here? Didn't the Wind of Rest affect him? Even if it couldn't affect him, how did his bone horse hold up?
Ange soon found out.
The human mage first glanced at him curiously, confirming that the skeleton had no desire to attack, and then stretched out his hand to press on the bone horse's head. Wisps of black smoke rose from his palm, and from the bone horse's eye sockets
Drill into the nostrils and other empty places.
Wherever the black smoke passed, the color of the bones of the bone horse slowly faded. Only then did Ange notice that the bones of the bone horse had been eroded by the wind of rest, and there were signs of decay on the surface.
The Wind of Rest has a very strange mechanism. If the skeleton has a soul, the Wind of Rest will corrode it. But if it is just a skeleton without a soul, the Wind of Rest will protect it and delay it.
The speed at which it decays will even give birth to new soul fire, turning it into a skeleton.
The bone horse has soul fire, so the bones are eroded, but the traces of this erosion slowly disappear under the soothing black smoke.
Luo Jie somewhat understood why this bone horse could walk under the wind of rest. It was because human mages were constantly treating it.
However, this was something that was very draining of mana. After the black smoke enveloped the bone horse's head, the human mage thought of something, slapped his forehead, and said in annoyance: "I'm stupid."
The human mage reached out and tore off the skull of the bone horse. The soul fire of the skeleton was in the skull. After taking off the head, the skeleton of the bone horse outside the pit lost its soul fire. The wind of rest would not
cause damage to it.
Holding the bone horse's head, the human mage smiled sarcastically at Ange: "I forgot about time while rushing, thanks to you, otherwise we would have been blown to death by the evil wind here. By the way, why did you come up this slope?
This is not a place for your skeletons, it’s all rubble and it’s hard to dig a hole.”
Ange looked at the mage with empty eyes and said nothing. Isn't this a place for skeletons?
After thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is true. After the terrain rises, the skeletons disappear, and the little zombies have to go to the flat ground down the slope to find other skeletons.
Seeing his dumbfounded look, the mage chuckled: "Don't mind, I stayed in a deserted place for a long time without anyone to talk to, and my language skills have deteriorated. So no matter who I meet, I will try to talk to him.
Let’s chat.”
No matter what Ange's reaction was, the mage started talking to himself, as if muttering to himself:
"This road is getting harder and harder to walk. Do you know what this road used to be called? The Golden Road, the Grain Road, the Silk Road, and the basin below used to be the world's transit point for the Undead Empire. Now
But it has become the territory of you little skeletons."
"After the Immortal Empire disappeared, it became increasingly difficult to do business on this road. Looking at previous records, you can make a lot of money by just opening a small shop on the road. Unlike me now, who spends most of my time traveling back and forth.
You may not be able to earn two months of rations for just one month. I really envy you. You don’t have to eat or drink. Only you undead creatures can stay here."
"It would be great if the teleportation channel could be opened. The food from the Undead Empire could be sold, the things here could be sold, the trade routes would be smooth, and everyone could make a fortune. By the way, you undead creatures don't need to eat, so why do you have to produce so much?
How much food is there?”
"Oh, I was stupid again. Not all undead creatures belong to the Undead Empire. Almost a thousand years have passed. Those skeletons that belong to the Undead Empire are probably all gone."
The mage just regarded Ange as something like a tree hole, and did not ask for his response. He just kept talking to himself. However, Ange did not understand the other words, but he understood the last two paragraphs.
Undead creatures don't need to eat, so why do they produce so much food? Because all that food is grown by vegetable-growing skeletons like Ange.
The mage rambled to the end and sighed: "The underground city has suffered another disaster. If we can't find a new source of food, I'm afraid another group of people will starve to death. I hope the teleportation channel can be opened this time. I hope the Undead Empire can still survive."
exist."
The mage finished talking like he was making a wish, glanced at the peaceful Ange, smiled to himself, pulled up his cloak, and fell asleep slowly.