The ziggurat, which imprisoned and tortured countless souls, was continuously awakening the corpses buried under the swamp from their endless slumber. The flesh and blood mill that kept running all day long divided countless corpses and re-stitched them into huge abominations. Strangely, in the open-air arsenal, war machines are being assembled by zombies. When there are not enough parts, the zombies even use parts of their own bodies to replace them, and the skeletal war horses on the skeleton altar are being assembled by several people. The necromancer continues to revive and become the new mount of the death knight in the undead army.
The ground corrupted by the breath of death was like soft mud. Death Lord Ingham looked at everything in front of him with a rare look of appreciation. Even though Ingham, who was once a general of a country in front of him, was transformed into Undead creatures, but as a general, he still retains a unique love for military-related things, and this huge and extremely intimidating undead army made some of Ingelham's originally fragmented memories begin to condense again.
"It's really amazing! Such a huge army of undead would take at least several decades to accumulate. Have these undead been here all these years and never left?"
The pilgrims who followed Ingham into the Island of the Dead in Aesolos looked at the army scattered on both sides like a guard of honor. Some knowledgeable necromancers had already noticed something different through observing the soul fire of these undead. There are some souls left in the bodies of these undead creatures, but it is as if their memories have been completely removed, leaving only their combat experience and instincts.
You must know that this kind of soul reshaping, which is like performing precision surgery, is a very time-consuming thing. Even on the Island of the Dead in Esolos, the necromancers will only deal with things like terrifying knights, corpse witches, undead wandering souls, and skeletons. High-level undead creatures such as guards perform such operations to ensure their combat effectiveness.
But in front of me!
This army of skeletons is like a white ocean. Whether they are humans, dwarves, Ogs, orcs, or trolls, every skeleton has some soul left in it, and judging from the mechanical operation of these undead creatures, all The soul has been reshaped. Even if all the necromancers on the continent worked together, it would not be possible to carry out such a huge workload in less than a hundred years.
If some necromancers who have done a lot of research on souls have paid special attention to the souls of the Scourge Legion soldiers, then some necromancers who are good at structure and corpse manipulation have paid attention to the huge corpse graves that are acting as coolies carrying trucks. Monster, Stitched Behemoth, Abomination.
It is not difficult to sew two corpses together to drive movement with magic power and the breath of death, but to sew a large number of corpses together to make them move, it will inevitably take a huge amount of magic power to drive such a behemoth. In the past, some Necromancers in Aesolos also did some experiments, that is, they stitched together to create a new powerful body and then transferred their souls to the new body for rebirth, but these reasons
Stitched undead creatures are difficult to revive. Because these bodies pieced together from fragmented corpses cannot effectively accommodate the soul, even if the soul is forcibly integrated into it, the soul will collapse faster than before, and the more corpses are sewn in, the more this will happen. After all these problems, the necromancers of Aesolos finally came to the conclusion that the strength of one person's soul cannot drive such a huge body.
To put it simply, it is like using a car engine for a tank. A car engine with too small power will not only be unable to drive the tank, but will also cause damage to itself due to severe overload operation.
For this reason, the large undead creatures on the Island of the Dead in Esolos either wake up and transform into undead creatures on their own or with the help of necromancers, or they are just puppets controlled by magic and the breath of death.
How to integrate souls into different bodies and drive them perfectly has always been a question explored by the necromancers of Aesolos. But now there is an answer to this question. The suture monsters, corpse monsters, and abominations in front of us have all had their souls integrated into them. Moreover, these undead creatures are all moving in a perfect form, and there is no sign of broken souls. , there is not even the phenomenon of slow and stiff movements due to incomplete fusion, as if these new bodies pieced together from different corpses are as perfect as their original bodies!
"It's perfect, this is simply perfect! How can the soul be so perfectly integrated into these bodies?"
"Wouldn't the body and soul be mutually exclusive? According to the laws of the sea of souls, even a perfect body and soul should be damaged and broken."
"A giant monster made up of the bodies of ogres and Og barbarians. Although it is very powerful, it moves a little slowly."
Soon there were some differences in the team of undead pilgrims. Some necromancers stopped and began to study what they were interested in. Some people pointed at the Stitch Trolls and Abominations as if they were looking at rare treasures, while some people pointed their eyes at skeletons and zombies, especially when a few skeletons dressed as mages accidentally passed by in the army. The magical aura exuding from these skeleton soldiers made many mages interested in this kind of undead magic stop and watch.
For a time, the team of nearly a thousand people began to fragment. Only Ingham and the more than a hundred undead headed by him were still following Karsus, who was leading the way, and walked into a huge building.
"I haven't seen so many enthusiastic death believers in a long time." Karsus looked at the necromancers who ran away to do their own things and left the team.
In the eyes of ordinary people, a diplomatic team that is considered to be on a visit will run off to do things that interest them before meeting the person they are visiting. That would definitely be considered a very rude thing, but in the eyes of the undead, it is nothing. Each undead has its own obsession. Even if they are gathered on the Island of the Dead, they all use the surname Aesolos to interact with each other. They are regarded as a family, but in any case, for the undead, satisfying their own obsessions will always come first.
Ingham didn't say anything. Even the island's highest leader, Soul Guide Bellsmore Aesolos, has no right to stop him from pursuing his own obsession and desire.
"I hope you don't mind, they all have their own obsessions in their hearts┉┉"
"Ah~ please rest assured, I won't mind. I understand their mood very well. In fact, I am very pleased that these like-minded friends still have such high enthusiasm for research."
Karsus smiled happily. But the translucent skeletal face looked extremely scary because of its smile. The Death Lord Ingham, who was riding on the skeletal horse, looked at the lich in front of him curiously, since the lich could show such a rich expression. It seems that his soul has not suffered too much wear and tear due to the inspiration of the Sea of Souls. It feels like an undead that has been transformed and awakened shortly after death. It is difficult to imagine that he is transforming into a lich. How to maintain my soul and spirit from collapse during these long years.
"Your Excellency Karsus, please forgive me for asking, what is the obsession that supports you?" Lord Death finally asked curiously.
"My obsession┉┉"
Karsus touched his chin with his finger and showed a rather nostalgic look: "If I want to say it... it is that I am obsessed with death."
Obsessed with death! ? The soul fire in Ingelham's pupils that had been dormant for many years also showed a little doubt at this moment.
"Yes┉┉I am obsessed with death. No matter how beautiful life is, it has flaws. Only death is the purest and flawless in this world. All things will eventually return to death one day from birth. This is something that no one can exempt from. This is something that not even God can do..." A look of intoxication emerged from Karsus' translucent face, like a devout believer praying, and a philosopher who had seen through the world was describing the world. The original philosophy.
Becoming an undead creature because of advocating death! !
I have to say that what Karsus said surprised Ingham and many of the necromancers who followed him. Many of them became undead because of their thirst for knowledge, power, revenge, and even immortality. . There are too many obsessions among the countless undead creatures on the Isle of the Dead in Aesolos, but the obsession of longing for death has never appeared! No undead creature becomes undead just because it wants to die. If you really want to die, then completely dissipate your soul and return to the starting point of all life - the sea of souls!
That is real death!
What kind of form did this lich live in during its lifetime? What happened to it that made it despise life and embrace death? Is it because of this abnormally twisted obsession that sustains it? Has its soul not been broken over the long years
The powerful death lord Ingham fell into deep thought. After entering the building, the undead from Aesolos discovered that this pyramid-shaped building was completely a war fortress. Although it was not completely completed, it had already been piled up. A large amount of war materials. The undead do not need food, so the logistical pressure is much less than that of the living. However, the warehouse in the building is filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment, and the owner here even spares no effort to allocate armor and swords to even the most ordinary skeletons.
"This is Naxxramas. The flagship of His Majesty the Great Lich King. Although it has not yet been completed, you will witness the miracles it brings in the future!"
Karsus smiled gloomily, and then the Lich quickly led the visitor to the door of a hall. In the wide front hall stood two rows of knights wearing black armor and exuding a strong ominous aura. Although there were still Flesh and flesh, but the flesh of these knights was completely withered and pale white, and their hair color turned into silver gray. There is undoubtedly no burning soul fire in their pupils!
The backbone of the Scourge—Death Knight!
Even Death Lord Ingham couldn't help but look at these death knights a few more times. These undead knights are very powerful, even surpassing the terror knights and dark warriors in strength. Even if the dark knights he commands are You will never gain any advantage if you fight alone. Although it is not as good as myself as the Death Lord, the victory lies in the number of these knights. The burning soul fire in their eyes reveals that they are not just puppets without will. Each of them has almost perfectly inherited the memory and combat experience of their lifetime. On the battlefield, they are not only good at charging into battle, but each of them can also become a unique commander. official.
"Then┉┉Please come with me, Lord Ingham, and those followers of death hope to meet with His Majesty the Lich King!" Karsus said with a smile.
Soon, six undead stood up behind Ingelham. They were undoubtedly not powerful high-level undead with powerful auras. Then the door engraved with the Ice Crown flag in the hall began to slowly open. The ruler of this undead station , the supreme commander of the Scourge Legion is waiting on the throne for greetings from the undead messengers from this world. (To be continued...)