"Another original spell?" Alamir looked surprised, "This is not an ordinary achievement..."

"When you have copied a thousand spell scrolls, you will have some understanding of magic more or less." The scholar smiled shyly, and then began to rub his eyes. "If you want to share your vision, you need some special spell casting materials... Ahha! That's it, a caster's own eyelash!"

"Fortunately it's not an eyeball." Bruto whispered to Lancelo, "otherwise that would be too scary."

"The higher the cost, the stronger the magic effect, and this spell doesn't need such an exaggerated catalyst..."

Caralin pulled a significantly thicker scroll, pressed the small eyelashes on his thumb into the red circle in the center of the scroll, and then spoke a strange syllable, causing all the mysterious arcane runes on the scroll to light up, and formed a dark green halo in the air, connecting everyone's heads together.

Lancelo immediately had a wonderful experience. There seemed to be an extra window in his mind, which was the picture seen in Caralin's eyes, but it would not be confused with his own vision, because he had to focus his attention to see the scene in the "window". If his attention was slightly distracted, the picture would immediately become blurred, just like an image passing by his mind when he was distracted.

"I suggest that everyone sit down first. The first time I experience the secret eye may make you feel a little dizzy..." Karalin casts a spell again, summoning a transparent eyeball floating in the air. After confirming that everyone is sitting firmly on the ground, he sits down the last time and then closes his eyes.

The picture in everyone's mind immediately changed and switched to the perspective of the magic eyeballs. The eyeballs floated gently in the air, and the picture continued to move. As Karalin warned, this was indeed a bit awkward for everyone who was sitting steadily on the ground. For this reason, the scholar manipulated the eyeballs to fly slowly in the cave twice so that his friends could adapt to this new perspective.

"Everyone is fine?" Caralin's somewhat wandering voice sounded in everyone's ears, "If you really feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself. Just turn your attention away... The duration of the spell is limited, let's go now."

The scene in everyone's mind began to fly out of the cave and entered the inside of the crack. Something suddenly flew past in front of him, and then moved downward. He found that it was a frost giant corpse falling from the sky, whistling into the thick fog at the bottom of the valley, tearing a small hole in the thick fog.

The thick fog closed again almost immediately, but in that brief moment, everyone saw the densely packed undead giants at the bottom of the valley. Facing the corpses whizzing from above their heads, they all stood motionlessly, and two of the unlucky guys were silently smashed to the ground.

"It seems that there is a fight on the top again." Karalin's voice sounded again, "A fresh corpse comes, and we can use this to observe how it is transformed..."

The perspective began to decline and sink into the thick fog. As Bruto said before, it looked exactly the same in the fog, and the reference objects such as gravity and sound could not be felt through the secret eye. As viewers, they could not even be sure whether the perspective was still moving, so they could only wait patiently for Karalin to fly out of the fog area.

After about half a minute, the mist in front of him suddenly dissipated, and the scene at the bottom of the valley appeared clearly in everyone's sight. Looking around, there were corpses of frost giants standing around. The low temperature prevented the flesh and blood of their bodies from rotting, but the severe dehydration made the dead giants look particularly thin, and their skin was cracked like tree bark, exposing the dry flesh-like muscle tissue below.

"Moladin's beard is on! This is definitely the ugliest giant I have ever seen, even uglier than the kind of dirty giant living underground!" Bruto's surprised voice sounded, "How many zombie giants are there here? They are all dead in attacking the Fortress of Gjoggad?"

"The number within our field of vision is more than three thousand, and who knows if there are more in the distance?" As a general who led the troops, Lancelo was very sensitive to the number of people. "They just died in meaningless oil-adding tactics... Hum? What are those zombies doing?"

Next to the corpse that had just fallen, a faint blue light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two giant zombies. They seemed to have received some order. One held up the armpits of the new corpse, and the other carried the corpse's feet and shakingly walked towards the distance.

"Is this...is someone controlling those two zombies?" The dwarf was a little confused by the situation in front of him. "Where are they going to move the corpse?"

"It's not necessarily someone who is controlling it, but it's also the commands set by the summoner." The elf priest replied calmly, "I guess they're going to take the corpses to places that can be transformed into undead. Let's keep up, we can save the searching effort."

Everyone agreed with the proposal, so Caralin controlled the magical eyeballs and floated behind them not far or near. The other giant zombies were still stunned, knocked over by two corpse-carrying people with blue eyes and did not resist. They just stood up again with stiff movements. The strange scene made people's scalp numb.

"Even if there is a passage to that fortress, will these zombies really launch attacks?" Old Rep, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. "Such a large-scale undead legion is definitely not newly established, but there is no sound of their existence for such a long time. Will it be that when they are reawakened, they were ordered by the creator to stay where they are waiting?"

"There is a possibility, if we find it..."

Before the elf priest finished speaking, another frost giant fell from above the rift valley. Its body was ramming around the mountain wall as it fell. After it landed, it was not dead yet and struggled to stand up.

The giant zombies around suddenly stopped strangely. Although they were standing there blankly before, they would occasionally change their center of gravity or unconsciously scratch their bodies, but at this moment they suddenly remained motionless, as if they had turned into ice sculptures.

"Ah, no." Alamil took a breath, "The next scene may be a little bloody..."

While he was speaking, all the undead giants suddenly moved again. They were like insects that found lights in the dark night. They smelled blood. They rushed towards the frost giant who was still breathing. In an instant, they submerged it, and even formed a small mountain of corpses. Within less than ten heartbeats, the mountain of corpses stopped wriggling, and the zombies slowly dispersed, leaving nothing left except a dark red, solidified blood.

"Well, I have no other questions." The werewolf's tone sounded a little frightened, "Wait, where are the two guys carrying the corpse?"
Chapter completed!