There are another group of ghosts carrying their own heads floating in the air.
At this moment, these crazy creatures shut their mouths tightly, for fear that they could not help but make a hahaha sound.
Nearly a hundred vampires dressed in black attire and scarlet cloaks stood silently, motionless.
In the sky, twelve thick bone dragons were flying up and down, and the aura of fear overflowed everywhere.
Xu Zhi shook his body. There was a fear amulet hidden on his body, which could barely filter out the influence of these auras.
The most eye-catching thing is the skeleton mage whom Glick calls his master. He is full of magic power, just like Mysterio, and his magic level is unfathomable.
This is a pure undead zone.
Around Xu Zhi, not a single creature was alive.
Moreover, Xu Zhi discovered that as the lowest level of skeletons, among the first-level undead crawling on the ground, the weakest ones were actually elite-level, with their skeletons shining white, and some silver-level skeletons, whose body bones exuded a metallic color.
, and the body of the leader-level skeleton has become extremely large, and the bones all over the body are red.
Only then did Xu Zhi notice that the ghosts floating in the air were different from each other. Although their bodies had not changed, the heads they held in their hands were completely different. Some were big and some were small, some were laughing and some were crying, some were pale green, and some were grayish white.
There are pure black and dead blue.
As for the nearly one hundred vampires, in addition to their appearance, their fangs also have different lengths. The one on the outermost circle is also a silver hero, and the old vampire who leads them is a leader-level creature.
Xu Zhi looked at the bone dragons hovering in the sky. It seemed that these bone dragons were also outstanding representatives of the ethnic group.
Walking slowly along the way, Xu Zhi's heart was trembling. Many of these creatures could be wrenched out and beaten to death.
No wonder Glick calls someone his master. With so many young men who can fight, it’s hard not to be the master.
"Dear Glick, are you going to make this silver-level jungle elf into an elite skeleton?"
"If Master is willing, it doesn't matter if it is made into a skeleton."
Grik shrugged indifferently. Of course, it is very difficult to turn a creature from the elemental world into a skeleton. After all, this kind of little thing will fly to the elemental world regardless of the success or failure of the contract. But Grik believed in the other party very much. In the undead world,
In the field of magic, there is no one who can defeat Baron Von Tarkin.
The questions and answers between Glick and the skeleton mage were very shocking. Xu Zhi decided to say a few words himself. He was just here to cast a lucky spell to get treasures, and he didn't want to be an elite skeleton.
"Your Excellency, the powerful mage, I am a jungle elf with level 10 luck. I am here specifically to complete the contract."
"Tsk, there really is a jungle elf with a level 10 lucky spell. Glick, are there any level 10 magics that you are good at?"
The skeleton mage's eyes flashed red. Although practice makes perfect, any magic will become more and more familiar through continuous use, but reaching the top level is not that easy.
Otherwise, no matter how stupid a mage is, in ten, twenty, or thirty years, he can improve a certain magic to an unimaginably terrifying level.
When magic reaches a certain level, if you want to improve your proficiency again, you have to spend more time, find more spellcasting objects, create more spellcasting opportunities, and climb up slowly step by step. Few people do this.
of patience.
"Master, my best poison magic is now approaching level ten."
Practicing a certain magic to the top seems to be the exclusive preserve of a few people. A being as powerful as Glick only has the ability of ninth-level magic. The conversation between the two aroused Xu Zhi's certain vigilance.
"When first-level magic is upgraded to level ten, the difference between the upper and lower levels of magic energy is not obvious. Second-level, third-level, fourth-level, or even fifth-level magic. The higher the level of magic, the harder it is to improve. If the magic of these levels can be improved to level ten,
Level, that’s amazing.”
The Skeleton Mage's teeth were shaking, and he was constantly releasing various kinds of green magic. Could it be that you are trying to improve your proficiency?
"Perhaps, because the jungle elf is so talented, he has perfected a second-level magic."
"Master, you are right."
Grik always silently agreed with what the Skeleton Mage said.
"Excuse me, are you Baron Von Tarkin? Lord Glick wants me to cast a lucky spell on you to bring you some good luck."
You must keep your composure in front of the big guys. Xu Zhi took off his cuckold and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He has seen a lot of big guys, but he has never seen a big boss like this, with his disciples sitting in a row, with red eyes, green eyes, and countless undead creatures with soul fire flashing in their eyes. It is obvious that there is a chaotic dance of demons, but
There was not a sound, and there was dead silence all around.
"That's right, little guy, I am Baron Von Tarkin, the master of Corrisson, the Kingdom of the Undead. Of course, I like the title of Baron. After all, it was my title during my lifetime."
"Grick, please bother me. I'm about to open the altar of death. Although the luck spell won't really change luck, it can always give some comfort to the soul."
"It is my honor to serve my master."
Baron Feng Tajin looked at Xu Zhi with great interest, his teeth shook, and the strange voice came out again.
"Little guy, I spent a lot of effort and materials to build the altar of death. If your lucky spell has a small effect and allows me to be promoted to the master death magic, I will be very happy."
"I'm not an unreasonable person. If I'm unlucky and let me learn occult arts, ghost theology and soul summoning, I won't blame you."
Baron Feng Tajin's words made Xu Zhi feel a little more comfortable. The magic of Lucky Technique is to add resistance to blows. It does not involve changes in metaphysical luck. If it really has that kind of effect, he has developed it long ago. The jungle goblins are afraid that the world
The happiest race in the world.
"Master, if it's useless, just throw this green skin to the altar to be used as fuel."
Glick had a cold face and a dark heart. Xu Zhi decided not to talk to him. This guy simply wanted to kill him.
"The gloomy night, the fall of fear, the erosion of spreading corruption, the withering that freezes the blooming of loneliness, the burning frost entwined by indifference..."
Baron Von Tarkin sang gloomy lyrics, and the undead around him also began to whisper, and in the dead space, the voices slowly began to boil.
"Greenskin, listen carefully to the master's hymn to the dead. This is your honor. When the master finishes singing and the altar of death rises high, you must release the lucky spell as soon as possible."
"I hope your lucky spell really reaches level ten, otherwise..."
The cold-faced Glick specifically warned Xu Zhi and added a threat.
Xu Zhi rolled his eyes at him. This guy Glick bullied others with his strength, so he had to give in.
As the thoughts turned around, the ground cracked open, boundless resentment rose into the sky, and a huge white skull slowly emerged.
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