Chapter 168 The Army of Dead

There were more than a thousand skeleton troops on the ground, white bone skeleton soldiers carrying rusty weapons, silver skeleton archers holding bone arrows and long bows, black bone skeleton wizards holding bone staff, and giant golden skeleton warriors over four meters tall.

The sky was even more covered by the sun. The dark mist was shrouded in the ghost lords who were dozens of times larger than ghosts, countless ghosts, several huge bone dragons, bone horses with bone wings, and other flying bone beasts of different shapes.

Between the ground and the undead army in the air, there was a large cluster of black fog that was a hundred meters away in the void. Li Junshan looked at it from a distance and could not see anything hidden inside. He only felt an extremely powerful aura dispersed. Even Li Junshan, who was wearing an elf cloak thousands of meters away, felt the coldness invaded his bones and was very frightened.

"In less than thirty seconds, you can launch an army of undead of this size to come over in an instant. The strength of this Dead Bone King is really powerful!"

Li Junshan, hiding a thousand meters away, narrowed his eyes and looked at the army of undead. He was surprised, but he still regarded the mountain of death as a ruined place. The powerful man hiding in the black mist exuded powerful power was naturally regarded by him as the King of Dead Bones.

Compared to the "Donald" who silently forced the army of monsters when Li Junshan was in the Bloody Valley, the "power" in the black fog was obviously less than that, but the chill with the breath of death emitted invisibly, which still made Li Junshan feel a little scared.

Of course, just being in a terrifying mood is the feeling of being naturally facing the strong. If you are directly frightened, Li Junshan would definitely turn around without saying a word, but he has not yet reached that point.

Silently, thousands of undead army seemed to have received orders and immediately dispersed, cooperating in an orderly manner like an army. Dozens of golden skeleton warriors over four meters high led by a team of more than a hundred skeleton soldiers and dozens of silver skeleton archers, and black skeleton mages were placed behind them, scattering in the open space in front of the mountains to search.

In the air, the three ghost lords remained motionless, and six huge bone dragons each with ghosts and flying bone beasts of different shapes and colors scattered silently and quickly, cooperating with the army of skeletons on the ground to search the entire terrain.

Knowing that they could not find themselves, Li Junshanfei carefully closed his breathing in the air. The elf cloak is not omnipotent. Otherwise, after Harvey was invisible in the elf cloak, he would not have felt his movements one after another by the aliens when he was acting.

The slender and silent messenger could attract these undead creatures. Li Junshan didn't want to release any alien. He slowly moved backwards in the air step by step with the search of the undead army.

As long as it does not attract the attention of the strong men in the black fog, Li Junshan did not take these seemingly strange and terrifying undead army seriously.

Not to mention the boss aliens, there are dozens of new heavy armor aliens with rapid speed and fierce rushing momentum, and more than a thousand ground skeletons. They will definitely not stop their collective charge, let alone the abnormal defense of the heavy armor aliens.

The search range of the undead army spread several times from 1,000 meters. They almost searched the open space in the south of the mountain, but found nothing unusual.

After a while, the dispersed army of undead quickly gathered, hid the black mist in the middle, and silently retreated to the mountain of death.

Seeing the undead army disappearing behind the mountain from afar, Li Junshan floated in the air and couldn't help but feel a headache.

The unique living organisms of undead creatures do not know pain and fearlessness. Even if the attacks and reactions are a bit slow or rigid, they can keenly feel the signs of the existence of living life. The aliens can converge their breath and can silently approach the target in any environment, but they are also flesh-and-blood living organisms, but they cannot escape the unique life perception of undead creatures.

Floating in the air, through the layers of black fog covered with dark swamps, Li Junshan saw the floating ghosts looming on the mountain. Occasionally, a few flying bone beasts frown in the air. After a while, he frowned and then retreated.

The elves' cloak was hidden for only one hour, and Li Junshan did not dare to be careless. More than a hundred ghosts were wiped out in an instant. It was impossible for the other party to be wary of or alert.

It was not until the mountains disappeared from sight and retreated for dozens of kilometers that Li Junshan landed on the ground. Almost as soon as it fell, a wave of mist in the air was fluctuating, and his body was revealed.

Releasing two radar aliens, floating above his head, Li Junshan hid on the back of a small hill and sat down, took out the bacon that had been prepared from the space ring and chewed it slowly, taking a few sips of the elf flower brew from time to time, falling into deep thought.

Since he has come, he must go. Whether it is the strong man living in the dark swamp or the masters of the human world, what can arouse their interest or even joy are nothing more than strength. What Li Junshan pursues is nothing more than strength. He is itchy about the secret of the broken iron sheet, but he must understand it.

How to go is another problem.

After thinking about it, Li Junshan drank half a bottle of Baihua wine in one gulp, put away the bottle and sucked the fragrance in his mouth, and with a thought, he released Dahei and the two messengers who had explored the way.

"Hiss" Dahei obviously knew what to do. His huge body was hidden under the hill, and he opened his salivating huge kiss to "ask" the two messengers.

After unbuttoning the fourth layer of gene lock, Li Junshan can communicate with the alien in a more detailed and detailed spiritual communication than before, but it is naturally worse than the language communication like Dahei.

"Boss, there is no lava river." Dahei said after asking, and his voice rang in Li Junshan's heart: "Those mountains surrounded a clearing. They did not explore in depth according to what you meant by Boss. They ran along the side of the mountain for a few lava rivers, but ran back without finding the lava river."

"The north is so large. If the golden skeleton wants to lie to me, just point it a little bit, and you won't make a lava river to come out! Could it be that you got lost and went to the wrong place?" A trace of questions appeared in Li Junshan's mind.

"Flying fast all the way, except for some low- and intermediate monsters, I occasionally encountered a few strange-shaped intelligent creatures but avoided them. I didn't expect to get lost. I would have known to catch a few and ask." Li Junshan thought in his mind.

After a while, he raised his head and said to Dahei in his heart: "It's not too late. If this place is not a ruin, then you can't drag it down anymore. If the piece of residual iron falls into the hands of the Fear Walker, he has no place to live, and it will be difficult to find it again. When the elf cloak can be used later, we will go over and explore it. Then you."

Dahei quietly lies in front of Li Junshan, salivating like silk, and responding a few times in his heart from time to time, with his long and sharp tailbone floating behind him.

The dark swamp at night is like a desert, several times colder than during the day, and the light of stars and moons is even darker.

The steep mountains crossed in the dark night sky, like hideous ancient monsters. The sky and the earth were completely suppressed with a deep black tone, dark and silent.

In the valley in the middle of the Death Mountains, the air was filled with rotten and stinky smell, and there were floating blue ghost fires and various ghosts everywhere. Scattered skeleton soldiers and zombies were walking mechanically and old-fashionedly. The valley was as weird as a dead place.

Under the mountains north of the open space, gray-white mist was rolling in the air. The stimulating cold air was particularly eye-catching. A huge body of the Frost Ghost Lord, which was stacked by dozens of ghosts, floated quietly in a cave like a cloud of mist, and the stimulating chill spread out from its body.

The cave is extremely large, with acres of about acres. Dozens of flames floating on the top of the cave. The body emitting the flames of moxibustion is like a shaking torch, reflecting the brightness in the cave.

The huge black mist was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a huge zombie dragon. Its body was covered with nausea tumors and sores dripping from time to time. Its wings on its left are skeletons, but on its right, it seemed to have been bitten by thousands of maggots, as it was covered with moldy and rotten wounds.

A thin figure sat on the back of the zombie dragon, who was the Lord of the Death Mountains, Asmore's Undead Magic God.

As a human, Asmore's body is no different from a skeleton, and it is even far less plump than a golden-retriever zombie in front of him. The shriveled skin is wrapped in bones, and Asmore's body is as straight as an underdeveloped dwarf, skinny and bony.

The black magic robe was full of holes, and the magic robe with dried and thick blood was covered with slurry. Asmore could not remember when it was taken off the dead corpse. Although armor was often seen on the bones and dead corpses, the weak undead magic god could not bear the heavy weight.

Sitting quietly on the ground, Asmore was no different from a terminally ill dying old man. He only occasionally opened his blue eyes and his light flashed.

In front of him was a zombie over three meters tall and a giant golden skeleton warrior. These two undead servants who are comparable to the strength of level 8 monsters and war holy warriors. Asmore still has nearly twenty. Of course, these are just his permanent powers. Asmore can summon more powerful undead creatures from the undead space at any time as long as he is willing.

Holding the keel bone staff with dragon crystals inlaid in his hand, Asmore squinted his eyes and stretched out the staff to the air in front of him. Ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and the ripples twisted into a mysterious magic array. The white light dissipated like a mirror appeared out of thin air, revealing a barren night sky. In the dark night sky, a dark red mud river was particularly eye-catching.

This is a kind of undead magic - a spying technique. As long as the undead mage has enough mental power, he can feed back the scenes seen in the sight of his undead servants to his eyes through the mysterious magic array.

But in an instant, the scene dispersed and the magic array also dissipated in the air.

"The eighteenth one." Asmore felt his eighteenth undead servant die in an instant, and murmured with his shriveled lips: "There are many strong men outside the ruins. It seems that it's time to set off."

As he spoke, Asmore looked up at the outside of the hole and murmured: "Before leaving, I'd better dispense this eyeless thing that came out of nowhere."

In all directions of the Death Mountain, countless black shadows ran towards the valley.
Chapter completed!