After leaving Doludavis, the traveler continued on his way.

On the Gospel Continent, the Corpse Wetlands are a harsh terrain on a par with the Sea of Bones, which at first glance seems to be a system eccentricity, assigning all the bad mountains and bad waters to the necromantic creatures so that they can fend for themselves, but in fact they are a faction protection measure. When the two sides are engaged, the terrain is effective in weakening the attacker, while the defender is able to sit at ease. There are many dangers in the wetlands, and it is possible to hide from demonic beasts in the grass, underwater, and silt, and these demonic beasts are basically necromantic creatures, and they can evade most reconnaissance techniques under the cover of the environment. No one knows which step is absolutely safe, and no one knows when their good luck will end.

However, the traveler walked on the ground in the corpse wetland, moving faster than the night peregrine falcon in the sky. Even if he chooses to slow down in order to regain stamina, it will be much faster than other players. His speed was not as fast as it was at the beginning, but gradually increased; As he went, he mastered the essentials of moving around the corpse wetlands, and became more and more proficient.

This time he came to Ayalotis.

"I don't want to run into any more city lords this time......" he muttered to himself as he entered the city, glancing a little shyly from side to side.

Eyalotis is the "City of Artisans", inhabited by a large number of artisans who, along with their skills, represent the pinnacle of contemporary craftsmanship. The utensils produced in Ayalotis are very popular with their unique craftsmanship and high quality, and a large number of imitations appear in other countries every year, while merchants are busy making connections and trading weapons privately. It is not an exaggeration to say that Ayalotis is the most important city in Orquila, but this gem of the city has disappeared just a few days ago, as if God had played a joke on it. Hundreds of years of business can't withstand the collapse of one day.

The traveler's eyes flickered, but more of his expression was hidden under the mask, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry. He walked casually and came to a construction site, where he saw the necromantic NPCs busy digging foundations and carrying dirt.

On the construction site, an old man walks around, like a second hand that can't be stopped. The old man has a blue face, and he is an out-and-out necromantic creature, but his intellect has not been taken away by death, and he still shines with the brilliance unique to a life professional. He wore a monocle, and his eyebrows and beard were long, like a wise old man who had come out of a fairy tale; His body was a little fat, and the robes he wore were not suitable for climbing up and down, but he was always moving around, directing and dispatching, and if he changed the old man of the creature, he would probably be tired and lie down immediately. A line appeared above his head: Necromantic Engineer, Patra.

Is it an engineer who specializes in architecture, or is it a senior one. The traveler quietly took in all the information and came to this conclusion in an instant. He stepped forward and accosted, "Hey, old man! Don't you take a break? ”

When the other party heard someone greeting, he smiled and said: "What else do the necromantic creatures talk about, hehe, the old decay doesn't know when it will dissipate, why not buy time to do more things for Your Majesty?" ”

"You're a subordinate of the Bone Tyrant, aren't you? Why did you leave the 'City of Waiting'? I've heard that there's a large research facility in the 'City of Waiting' that is dedicated to research, so why don't you stay there?" I think you'll be much safer there. ”

Although Master Patra's face is intimidating at first glance, objectively speaking, he is no different from other elderly people, and there is always a kind of reassuring kindness when he smiles: "The Joint Research Center does not force us to stay, and compared with other colleagues, Lao Yu prefers to personally supervise the progress of the project. As for security, Lao Yu is not worried. Where is the value of being killed by a person who is old and decrepit? ”

The traveler laughed too, "You're right, not everyone is as capable of any target as the Bone Tyrant. By the way, what are you making? ”

"The old man is building the Temple of Dusk, and after a while, the old man will inspect the progress in the west of the city—the disciples of the old man are building the Blood God Temple."

"Blood Temple?! Is the blood elf a temple dedicated to the goddess of youth? …… I see, June Sunshine has formed an alliance with the Blood Elves, no wonder I saw so many Sword Dancers along the way. The traveler lowered his voice: "This is an unexpected surprise. ”

Observing from the sidelines, the traveler also has a general understanding of what the buildings of the necromantic creatures are like, and to put it bluntly, they are similar to the buildings of the living creatures. The sturdy necromantic beasts (and of course a few innocent ghouls were captured for hard labor) were in charge of digging the earth, while Master Patra and a few of his students stood in the corners of the pit and pulled out a tape measure to see if the pit was as deep as it was needed. When the specifications were met, they began to pour down the sand, which was mostly black granite.

"I've always wondered why granite is black?" The traveler asked.

"Because its main ingredient is biotite. This is also quite surprising, because the granite often does not contain a lot of biotite, but only the stone in the Necroland contains quite a lot of biotite. As if nothing could bother Master Patra, he said happily, "Because of this, the buildings in the valley of Blackstone are dominated by black tones. ”

"Isn't that lifeless, and the lighting is not good?"

"Necromantic creatures don't need light, they perceive the world with their souls. Even if it's dim, the old man can know that you're a living being, and you can't be mistaken. Master Patra glanced meaningfully at the traveler, and then turned his gaze to the foundation, as if to his own child: "Considering that the black tones are too dull, the old man uses white bones as a building material, so that he can combine them with black marble to create a unique beauty." ”

"No wonder the world thinks of you as an outlier. What normal architect would build a house out of bones? ”

"Blasphemy of the dead? Or is it a form of evil worship? No, the old decay is thinking about how to adapt to local conditions in the face of resource scarcity, and the starting point is only that. In the early days of building the Sea of Bones, His Majesty simply did not have enough materials to build the city, and all that the decay could play was bones and stones. In the later period, when resources were not scarce, the old decay still chose these two building materials, firstly, because it followed this mature architectural style - the major necromantic empires in history seem to have dominated this architectural style; The second reason is that the organic matter in Necronomicon is susceptible to corrosion (such as wood), while black marble and white bone can increase the lifespan of buildings. ”

The traveler thought for a moment and gave a thumbs up: "Makes sense." It's great that you're an elderly person and you're able to think outside the box and be innovative. ”

"Age is not a limitation of intellectual curiosity. Since the old man has twice as many lives as ordinary people, he should naturally continue to learn and try new things to expand his knowledge. ”

Speaking of which, the sand and gravel have been filled. In order for this artificial foundation to have sufficient load-bearing capacity, it needs to be flattened and compacted. Human beings adopt the wood tamping method, which uses logs to tamp the foundation; But the necromantic creatures are ingenious, allowing a large group of necromantic beasts to jump around on it, and they can also compact the dirt. The craftsmen applied a large lump of "grease and mucus" to the surface of the sand and stone, and then tilted the sand again to lay a second layer.

The traveler looked around, and his voice was as cold as snow rustling down from the branches of a tree: "Speaking of which, the predecessor of this city was the 'City of Craftsmen'. What a pity...... I don't see those exquisitely crafted props anymore. War...... It's disgusting, and it can easily destroy a country's culture and technology. It was the June sun that destroyed everything in this country. ”

Master Patra smiled: "Maybe we destroyed life, but we didn't destroy culture. Travelers from afar, do you only see the surface of things, but you can't see the inside? The city is not dead, it has just changed owners; The crafts have not been lost, as the craftsmen who master them can continue to live in the world as dead spirits, continuing to work and create. ”

"This is a strong argument for aggression. In effect, you have twisted the will of the living, forced each other to survive, and then enslaved them endlessly. The traveler shook his head, "You have indeed protected the culture and technology of Orquilla, but you have also erased the individual will of those citizens. ”

"Indeed, the Necromantic Empire has never been a democracy, and a thousand words from those in power can never compare to a single word from the Necromantic King. Once His Majesty makes the wrong choice, no one can save the fate of the Empire. Master Patra was not angry, his voice was softened: "But this is not something that old decay should worry about. The old man believes in His Majesty's choice. If anyone can build a different Necromantic Empire, it can only be Your Majesty. ”

"Why do you think so highly of him?"

"It's just a gut feeling. Adventurers, unlike the natives, possess certain qualities...... And this trait allows His Majesty to surpass all the necromantic kings of the past and present. Although the old decay does not read countless people, the old decay will not look at the wrong person. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you for the introduction, I'm going to continue on my way. Good bye. ”

The traveler politely said goodbye to the old man and set out on the journey again. After he walked a long way, he looked back and saw the old man crouching on the edge of the pit to check the details. The traveler muttered, "It seems that the tyrant's subordinates are not all cruel and indifferent, and some of them still have brains. ”

The "mastermind" of the city's administrator, its president is a rigid martial artist named Super Burger King, but he and the guild backbone don't seem to be in the city, but go to collective leveling. The traveler sought the information he needed from the gossip of the street crowd in search of a supply point, but in vain: there were no inns or restaurants in any necromantic city, and even if there were, there was no food or water. The only fresh meat is the "unpalatable meat" that the ghouls have exploded, and the smell is so bad that even the "Modified Purification Mask" can't completely eliminate it.

"I kind of understand why the system favors necromantic creatures. I feel sorry for them that they can't even satisfy their appetites. The traveler sighed.

When passing through the west of the city, the travelers went out of their way to see the construction site of the Blood Temple. The Blood Temple is also in the stage of laying the foundation, and next to the construction site, several tall elves wearing skull masks are holding the blueprints and pointing at them. Although they didn't take off their masks, a flash of red light behind their eyes revealed their identity - blood elves who used blood as the source of their youth.

The Blood Elves were discussing, and suddenly they all looked up in the same direction, where people came and went, but nothing special. So several blood elves looked at each other and continued to compare with the drawings.