On the Despair Icefield, in a certain mountain range, the crystal-white ridge stretches for dozens of miles. Its shape is very irregular, resembling a messed up quilt.
There is an inconspicuous small basin in the middle of the mountains.
Thousands of undead warriors lined up in a row and staggered into the basin. More than a thousand corpses were dragged in. Most of these corpses were human, and some were Snow League warriors or frost trolls.
It was just one night's gain.
Most of the corpses looked fresh, but their bodies were frozen and there was a layer of frost on the surface. Some of them had been dead for a long time, and were obviously dead bodies dug out of the snow and ice. The undead dragged their lifeless bodies and walked into the basin with old-fashioned and numb steps, and they all stopped.
"Hiss!"
There is an altar in front of the undead, which has just been built. A strange blue ice coffin is suspended above the altar. They placed the corpses evenly around the altar, and then spread out.
On the platform of the altar, there sat an undead wearing a crown. Waves of powerful magical power radiated from his body and were all injected into the ice coffin above his head.
The ice coffin suspended in the air suddenly lost its support and fell heavily behind the King of the Undead. A layer of powerful energy was released. An extremely detailed red spider web suddenly appeared within a few hundred meters in diameter. A surface crawling with corpses. If you zoom in and look at it, you will find that every line is actually a combination of a large number of complex and profound symbols. Every magic symbol is very profound and exudes an evil aura of death.
The Undead King opened his eyes, raised his hands high, and his hoarse and gloomy voice echoed in the basin: "Ritual: Transformation of the Undead!"
The ice coffin's coffin lid suddenly popped open automatically, and a large amount of gray-green energy spurted out. This energy filled most of the canyon in the form of mist, covering every corpse.
As time goes by, the fog becomes more and more dense.
The magic runes began to work on the body surfaces of those corpses, absorbing mist energy like crazy and constantly seeping into the corpses. About half of them disappeared. After the stiff corpses absorbed a large amount of energy, a dead mercenary corpse, A sudden twitch.
The eyelids that were originally sealed by the frost suddenly trembled and slowly opened, and the pupils were dilated. These were definitely not the eyes that a living person should have, they were the eyes of a dead person! There is a green flame beating in the depths of the pupils. This is the fire of the undead!
Once the undead flame is ignited, it means that the living being has been transformed into an undead.
This undead warrior stood up slowly. The ice probably had not been lifted, and his body was still very stiff. He walked very slowly and sluggishly. However, the power of the undead flowed through his body and was gradually unfreezing the frozen parts. In less than a minute, the undead warrior's body was still frozen. My legs and feet become much smoother.
The other corpses absorbed a large amount of energy, and the undead fire ignited one after another, and they all stood up from the ground.
"Roar!"
There were hundreds of corpses, their eyes were blurry and dull, their eyes were glowing green, and they let out waves of terrifying and terrifying howls from their mouths, like wild beasts that had lost their minds. The vast majority of these resurrected people are mercenaries, but there is no emotion in their eyes anymore, and they have turned into undead monsters.
The ritual left runes all over the body of the undead, but the runes began to shrink from the moment the undead were formed, and finally all regressed to an inconspicuous point.
The spiritual power of the King of the Undead burst out, and the undead received the instructions and all scattered.
"Frost Troll, Snow Alliance... hum!" The King of the Undead sat high on the altar, with pale will-o'-the-wisps burning in his eyes, "You will pay... the price!"
The eyes of the King of the Undead were filled with malice.
"Come out, my faithful servant!"
The mysterious ice coffin shook, and a tall figure walked out of it. It was a troll with blue skin, a tattered armor, and a scarred body. In some places, even internal organs and bones could be seen. His left hand The magic that had been cut off and reattached by severed limbs was reconnected.
The right eyeball was missing, and in the hollow eye socket with blood and flesh, there was a green undead flame, indicating the identity of the undead.
This troll undead is different from ordinary undead. It has a cold and numb expression. This is the biggest difference. Indifference and numbness itself should not appear in undead monsters, because undead monsters do not have any emotions at all and rely entirely on instinct to move.
"My lord!"
Zanla knelt down on one knee and said in a numb and cold voice.
The King of the Undead looked down at him and said slowly: "Sleeping in the Hades Pavilion for ten days... your power has basically reawakened... From now on, you will be my loyal servant, destroy all living things on the ice sheet."
"yes!"
Zanla's expression is still cold. Because he was resurrected by the King of the Undead, his way of thinking has changed greatly, and he no longer thinks about problems according to the logic he used when he was alive.
"Back off!"
The Undead King ordered Zanla to leave, and soon several ice demons brought a mummy-like body covered in bandages to the altar. This corpse was that of a barbarian warrior. Judging from the dress and decoration, he must have been of high status during his lifetime. The corpse was very fresh and had been killed not long ago.
Pluto's coffin was activated, and a suction force came from it. The mummy-like corpse was directly sucked into the coffin, and the coffin lid was closed again.
"Six days for this one... should be enough!"
After the King of the Undead finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged on the altar again.
The ice coffin floated, suspended quietly in mid-air.
Zanla walked down from the altar in the wind and snow, walked through the basin, and walked into a cave. There were three or four undead souls guarding the cave. Each eye was glowing with a faint green light, full of numbness and indifference, like a cold... Killing machine. Several undead souls, like Zanla, were awakened directly from Pluto's coffin, so they were completely different from ordinary undead souls.
The real undead!
An intelligent race!
The undead are a large group, and the undead clan is a branch of the undead. Since they can form a clan, they must be intelligent. The undead race includes all the undead with wisdom. This is an eternal and immortal race, but the number is extremely rare. The Pluto coffin can directly create the undead intelligent race. Its value is unimaginable, and it can be called a sacred weapon of the undead!
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When the undead created an army and were constantly expanding their power.
The other side of the ice sheet.
Zhang Mu led the mercenaries from the mercenary union and officially stationed in the new village simply named "base camp". This is the human race's base camp on the Despair Icefield. The camp has a total population of 20,000, which is the entire population that has entered Shuguang Village in more than a month.
The living environment suddenly became lively.
It's quite a bit uncomfortable.
"I am the deputy leader of the Storm Mercenary Group. I purchase various high-quality equipment, skill books, and scrolls at high prices!"
"The Mercenaries of the Sky are recruiting! We have excellent benefits and favorable treatment. If you are interested in joining, please contact us as soon as possible!"
“…”
In fact, the mercenary groups that can reach the Ice Field of Despair are not weak in any way. They are basically as strong as Fengyue mercenaries. There are many top masters in each group. They are used to being invincible in the camp, and they are all high-spirited. Ao, although they came together, it was still difficult to restrain themselves.
"Betting battle! Gambling battle! Arena gambling battle, starting from 500 gold coins! Welcome the masters of each group in the base camp to come and compete in gambling battle!"
Someone shouted over the area loudspeaker.
The fat man was overjoyed: "We have to join in the fun!"
The mourning dog showed excitement, "I'll go and have some fun too!"
Some experts from Dragon Soul also stepped forward.
Zhang Mu didn't stop him, he just said: "Enough is enough, don't cause trouble!"
"Don't worry!"
The fat man and his group ran away confidently.
"Old Ye, Xie, you go and have some fun, and take care of Fatty by the way. There are not many people in the human race who can beat you two. As long as you don't go up against China's Long Hao, there shouldn't be any problem."
When Ye Qianqiu heard this, he felt a little unhappy: "Long Hao? Do you think I will be afraid of him?"
Zhang Mu knew Ye Qianqiu's stubborn temper and shook his head with a wry smile: "I didn't say that, but if you bump into someone from the Chinese Alliance, it's better to be more careful."
"Come and beat me!" Ye Qianqiu said coldly: "It would be better if Long Hao comes in person!"
Ye Qianqiu is a fighting maniac. The stronger the opponent, the more he likes it. No one knows how strong Long Hao's competitive ability is, but judging from his displayed strength, he surpasses Ye Qianqiu in terms of attack power, and his overall ability is equivalent to Ye Qianqiu and Xie. If there is a fight, the outcome will be different. Easy to predict.
Scorpion also followed.
If you have the opportunity to compete with experts from all over the world and make some money at the same time, why not do it
Zhang Mu continued to wander around the street.
Basically all the men were gone, only Lei Ming, Leng Yun, Lin Caiyan, Du Rongrong, Qin Xiaoshi, and Chen Tingting were around. With so many beauties walking around on the street, it naturally attracted people from various groups to point fingers and talk secretly.
The size of the village on the ice sheet is similar to that of Dawn Camp, except for the number of houses. However, in theory, it can accommodate 50,000 to 60,000 people, so there is no need to worry about running out of houses. Because there are more people, the internal exchanges and development of the human race have become richer. However, the leaders of each force have been able to reach this point. Naturally, they are not just ordinary people. The mercenaries are strictly controlled, and the quality of each one is extremely high. There have been no unnecessary problems for the time being. contradiction.
The pressure and environment outside are already very bad.
If there is internal strife, the consequences will be disastrous.
"The village is not bad!" Zhang Mu nodded with satisfaction, "There are more than 20,000 humans, and the defense force should be enough. We should further strengthen the reconnaissance force. I think it is time to send the Zerg nest on the Dawn Plain to the Icefield of Despair. Come up!"
Lei Ming nodded and said: "I will immediately ask someone to make arrangements to send the core of the insect nest to the ice sheet as soon as possible. We need to find a safe enough place to settle it."
"A safe enough place?" Zhang Mu thought for a while and said, "I think a scientific research ship is the most suitable place!"