The white-framed house looks similar to a simple thatched wooden house, and the roof is made of undead remains similar to human skin or animal skin. The house has two entrances and exits, but there is no door-like structure at all. The civilization here seems to have not advanced to the point of creating privacy and personal space.
The walls of the house are not completely sealed, so looking from the outside, you can roughly see the figure of the intelligent undead.
- It sat in the middle of a platform made of corpses, posing in a strange posture, motionless, with several groups of gray flames floating around it, looking evil and mysterious.
For some reason, the mages who approached quietly immediately thought of the scene when they were meditating.
"...The undead may be meditating. This is a good opportunity." The male mage lowered his voice and whispered, "In this state, its vigilance must be the most relaxed."
Several other mages also nodded and agreed with this view based on their state of meditation.
Miles said nothing, but calmly took out his dagger.
Their plan is simple, Miles takes action, sneaks in, and kills the undead creature with one blow. If this undead is as rough-skinned and fleshy as some of the corpse gathering monsters they encountered before, then the mage waiting outside will take action and use magic to kill it to death.
In short, they are still very confident. A battle group composed of top dark magicians and legendary mercenaries, even if they faced the Pope, they vaguely felt that they were capable of fighting.
"The collection of materials for the thirty-fourth undead... begins!"
Just like that, with a whisper, several mages used a big stone as an obstacle, hid behind it, and used their mental power to conceive the runes, ready to take action at any time.
At the same time, Miles' figure flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The next second, he somehow appeared in the Bone House.
Although the mages have been fighting alongside him for a long time and are quite familiar with this scene, they still can't help but marvel in their hearts for a moment every time they see it.
"How on earth did he do it? If he wanted to kill any mage, he could do it without any effort, right?" the male mage thought in his heart.
He watched Miles holding the dagger high behind the undead, thinking that this operation might end there.
However…
Roar!
A strange low roar came from nowhere, and unknown energy spread and the entire jungle seemed to become even more eerie and strange. In the Bone House, the motionless undead suddenly disappeared on the stage.
—The dagger that Miles dropped also failed due to this.
"...Huh?" He quickly withdrew his strength, lowered his body, showed a confused and wary expression, and looked around, as if searching for the location of the undead.
However, the whole house was empty. Not to mention Miles, even the mages outside could not find the undead figure from a wider perspective.
Their hearts clicked in unison.
Oops…
"Hurry up and defend!"
As if he thought of something, Miles in the room suddenly turned around and shouted, and the mages immediately came to their senses and realized the crisis of the situation. Instantly, flickering runes appeared in their pupils, and layers of shields of different colors were quickly constructed by them.
Almost as soon as the shield was constructed, several groups of gray flames emerged and rushed towards several mages!
There was a muffled sound, and the flames were blocked by the shield, barely hurting anyone.
And the undead soul that disappeared for no reason also came out of the darkness on one side. It held a strange bone staff in its rotten left hand, and two blue flames ignited in its empty eye sockets, "staring" at the several mages hiding behind the boulder in an extremely terrifying manner.
"It... it has discovered us a long time ago?"
Seeing this scene, the male mage swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he said in disbelief.
"There's no need to ask anymore." Miles also rushed out of the house at this moment and came to the side of the mages. "Be careful, we have to fight quickly and don't attract other guys here."
The next second after he finished speaking, he waved his dagger and charged forward again.
Whoosh!
With a soft sound, this time, the shining dagger finally did not miss. Miles was moving almost at an ultra-limited speed. Everyone felt their eyes blurred before he stepped in front of the undead and stabbed the dagger between his eyebrows.
With a click, the undead's brow was stabbed with only bones left, and the blade completely disappeared into the bones.
The surroundings seemed to become quiet all of a sudden.
"... Killed?" The male mage was surprised and said subconsciously.
"No, not yet." However, a mage next to him suddenly came back to his senses and pointed towards their shield, "Look...even the flames haven't dissipated yet."
The male mage was stunned and looked in the direction of the opponent's finger. I saw that although those gray-white flames were blocked by the elemental shield, they seemed to... show no signs of extinguishing, and instead burned bigger and bigger.
The mage was inside the shield, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No, it's not good... It's burning my elements. The elements can't stop them, but become their fuel!" Soon, he exclaimed.
As for Miles, the undead man with a knife in his eyebrows suddenly moved his mandibles and let out a weird crackling laugh.
At that moment, Miles's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly tried hard to pull out the dagger. However, the dagger seemed to be sucked by something, and even with the strange power of the magic potion, there was no way to pull it out!
Miles turned his eyes and could see that the pair of fires in the eyes of the undead were about half a meter away from him, staring at him in their own way. Every inch of rotting flesh on the undead's body was clearly visible, and the stench of corpses hit his face. He could even see maggots drilling in and out.
However, these are not what Miles cares about most.
"… What do you mean?"
He stared at the fire in the eyes of the undead and suddenly spoke in a somewhat doubtful voice.
For some reason, he obviously couldn't see any facial expressions at all, and he couldn't see anything like "eyes" from the two fires. However, when he looked at the undead, he actually felt an emotion from it.
—an emotion of contempt and pity coming from the other party.
Instinctively sensing the danger, Miles suddenly let go, gave up the dagger, quickly moved away from the undead, and stopped about ten meters away. The next second, countless rotten vines suddenly rushed out from the ground, waving fiercely, and the position where they emerged was exactly where Miles had just stood.