It's already the second day since the undead squad handed over the mission.

As the first recruits to get rid of the boss of the Novice Village, Ann and Fat Bo and his party were welcomed by all the undead companions in the Novice Village camp. The team members kept waving their hands to greet everyone, fully enjoying the pride and scenery of a triumphant hero.

After handing over the mission to Aaron, the undead commander of the Novice Village, the 5 guys finally received the nameplate and equipment rewards that represent their identities. Although it is only a beginner's level of magic equipment, compared to the group of fruit run companions outside, they can already be regarded as shotguns and guns, standing out from the crowd.

After listening to Aaron's heartfelt congratulations, they were honorably assigned to Deathknell Town, a hundred miles from Stratholme, as trainee guards. It will also be the first stone step they step into the Necropolis system, and there will be endless time for them to think about whether they want to be part of the regular army or become a free mercenary.

Sending away the group of happy rookies, the undead commander Aaron carried the head of the zombie leader Balef and turned and walked into a dark secret room behind him. There, an extremely well-preserved headless zombie body lay quietly in a coffin.

He threw Balaff's head into it, and in less than 2 minutes, a new zombie leader crawled out of it.

"Damn it, Aaron, you guys are cheating! Where did that bastard vampire come from? His strange ability is definitely not something that a Rank 4 Blood Mage can have, you are breaking the rules of the Novice Village! Balef whipped his head in place as he whipped his head in place.

"That fat bird was an accident. I heard that it was an experiment concocted by a group of unhealthy corpse witches. What, you want to find them theoretical theories? Aaron, who usually has a stern face, is smiling at the moment, with a playful and gloating expression on his face.

"%#@%......" Balaff muttered a few words in a dissatisfied whisper, but turned his head and complained again: "Why are the bodies made by these corpse witches getting more and more weird, do you want me to use this body as a boss?" I don't want to be sent back again in a few days! ”

"Don't worry! This is the latest model of the test product that the corpse witches have just delivered, and it is said that it already has primary magic resistance, which is enough for you to go to the ** group of rookies! Aaron's tone was still so eerie.

Balaff shuddered, and had little hope for his new body. Those group of corpse witches are simply the most calm madmen, and the things they make up are easy to use, but they always have extremely terrible side effects. Every time I change it, it's like I'm doing a free magic test for them.

"Maybe they should pay me ......for the experiment," he continued muttering, as Balef slipped on a black cloth cloak large enough to cover himself completely, and tried to sneak out of the secret door.

"Remember, gather at Saltan's house in three days to celebrate his ascension to the City Guard, and you don't want to be late." Suddenly remembering something, Aaron kindly advised.

"Got it, got it!" Balef waved his hand impatiently and slipped into the secret door without looking back.

Also formerly known as a free undead mercenary, Saltan's potential far exceeds that of these fellow partners, so after crossing level 11, he successfully entered the ranks of the City Guardians of Stratholme. However, these few partners with low potential can only continue to contribute to the development of the cemetery in the form of odd jobs.

How can we not let them sigh and sigh when they make the choices and stumbles of fate.

Compared with the older generation of retired mercenaries, the recruits such as Ann, Fat Wave, Lando, Kento, and Blackblade are a generation full of vigor and hope. At this moment, they are standing in Stratholme's huge and neat city square, looking around like dirt buns for the first time in a big city. Any ornament can attract them to stop and linger and taste endlessly.

The first is the large fountain pool in the center of the city square, which is full of liquefied negative energy. As the fountain splashes, the mist of energy reflects a rainbow of magic. Standing on the edge of the pool, you don't need to close your eyes to meditate, you can feel the refreshing breath of negative energy rushing to your face, filling every inch of space in your body.

"It's comfortable, it's so comfortable......"

The 5 little guys sucked in with an intoxicated face, and Lando even took a small sip. Just this small bite made the injuries on her body recover at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. After a few moments, she was back to her best, and she was much more energetic.

I really want to take a bubble bath in it!

With endless resentment, the little banshee Lando thought faintly.

And on their side, all kinds of strange undead are constantly shuttling back and forth, and it is rare to see a leisurely and idle guy like them. Kento and Black Blade were just drooling at the full set of equipment full of undead Na Linglang with envy, while An and Fat Bo sensed the momentum of the domineering and domineering, and the suppressed ones didn't dare to look at it directly.

With skull staff in hand, the clanging of magic pendants, chainmail woven with magical silver, and the Book of Death and the Quenching Dagger hanging from their waists, the high-ranking corpse witches wearing the crown of death are all proud.

Riding on the Nightmare Beast, covered in a thick black mist, wearing black and red armor and a blood-colored cloak, the hideous Death Knight made the little friends freeze their souls and dare not look up. The Death Knight is worthy of being the high-level of the Undead Knights, whether it is equipment or strength, it is enough to crush that Aaron in the Novice Village dozens of times.

As for the legendary zombie lords, vampire counts, resentful banshees, plague lords, ghoul kings...... It's only been half a day's work, and they've almost seen it all over again.

My dear, these are the powerful mercenaries active in Stratholme! Sure enough, all of them are extraordinary and imposing, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of their rank and strength by mental induction alone. But with that full set of magical equipment and the momentum of condensation, it was enough to crush them hundreds of times, hundreds of times!

Look at the characters and look at the buildings.

Standing in the center of the square, surrounded by towering temple spires everywhere. There is the majestic town hall, the crowded mission hall, the laughing tavern inn, and the majestic mage tower that almost pierces the sky.

At the entrance of each majestic building, there is a fully cloaked elite of the undead guarding it. They were like steel statues poured with molten iron, standing there motionless, only the terrifying soul fire jumping in their eye sockets showed their identity as living creatures.

Kento, a slut, once ran to make eye contact with a death knight, and then he was dragged by the black blade to get rid of that evil gaze that paralyzed his soul.

The Black Blade also ran to the auction house happily, planning to make a purchase with great interest, but only a quarter of an hour before he walked back dejectedly. The pitiful 10 points of merit in the identity plate can't even be bought in the auction house. The rows and rows of magical equipment, magical materials, and strange treasures simply shooked its soul fire, but the standard merit points behind it seemed to it to be a terrifying astronomical amount.

As for the auction house's hard currency soul crystal, what is it? How come you've never heard of it?

In the end, it was the little banshee who solved its puzzles.

According to the Banshee, her leader, Lady Jona, seems to have such a magical crystal called the Soul Crystal in her hand, which is impregnated with an abundance of unbelievable soul breath, which is a favorite thing that she takes out from time to time to play with. Even the little banshee has only seen it from afar, but she has never touched it with her own hands.

Speaking of these sparkling crystal gems, the little banshee's eyes are always bright, and there is a hungry gaze of infinite longing in them.

It's a pity that such a great undead city is not something that these recruits can occupy. After a long day of stop-and-go play, the five poor ghosts reluctantly followed the flow of people out of Stratholme and found Linnaeus, the airfield administrator, half a mile outside the city.

Most of the other undead have their own flying mounts, and after paying the suspension fee here, they can get their mounts back and go. And the 5 recruit eggs are all poor jingle and have nothing but 10 merit. Fortunately, after they reported their identities, the lean and withered administrator told them that they were allowed to ride the Bat Demon Sky Ride for free as a trainee guard sent out of the country.

So half an hour later, the five friends who went on the road together flew into the sky in a roar of mountains and seas.

Both Fat Bo and Little Banshee can fly, so the feeling of flying has long been etched into the soul. And the three of the skeleton are really going to the sky for the first time.

Stepping on the smooth and supple fur of the Bat Demon Sky Rider and looking down at the vast land like a marquee beneath them, the three skeleton brothers finally experienced the feeling of flying against the wind. A cold wind whistled through the cracks between the bones of the three brothers, accompanied by a piercing sound, and the three skeletons, without any spell protection, could only lie on their stomachs on the bat demon to avoid being blown down by the strong plastic wind and shattered to pieces.

The distance of 100 miles is less than an hour for the Bat Demon Sky Rider.

When the bats flapped their wings and slowly landed at the point of flight, the death knell town was presented to them in full view.

This is a new cemetery village nestled in a forest of ghosts, with eerie tomb-like buildings everywhere, and the miserable green death air wafting through the town, adding a touch of undead magnificence to it.

It was originally a temporary camp set up by the Knights of the Black Blade. Due to the victory of the War of the Dead some time ago, the front line of the war has been greatly shifted outward. Therefore, it has become an inner enclosed village and town of the cemetery, which is mainly used as a support node on the troop transport line in peacetime.

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