Inside Imir's territory, more than a dozen hills tens of meters high stand there, and you can see a continuous stream of undead creatures appearing under the mountain pack, dropping a large amount of undead essence.

The rich power of death was almost solidified there, and Lin Yun could even feel that the inside of these dozen or so small mountains had already begun to give birth to undead, and it wouldn't be long before there would be undead crawling out of it, and the starting point would definitely not be low, at least it was also an undead above level ten, and it was definitely not an undead like a low-level skeleton.

Maybe the undead who will be bred is a black knight or something, and it is unlikely that a death knight will be born, but according to the current trend, it is not impossible to breed a high-level undead like a death knight.

More than a dozen small mountain bags tens of meters high were completely made of undead essence, and Lin Yun was a little stunned......

Low-level undead creatures may not be able to produce undead essence after being killed, and the probability of leaving undead essence after being killed will become very large, and undead creatures above level 20 will inevitably leave undead essence after death......

But a piece of undead essence, which is the size of a fingernail, only undead creatures above level 30, the undead essence will be slightly larger, but the big is also limited, the essence of the undead essence has become better, but the size will not increase a lot.

Lin Yun can't calculate how many undead essences are in these small mountain bags tens of meters high, there are too many, this is already an astronomical number, conservatively estimated, there are tens of billions of undead essences here, that is to say, at least tens of billions of undead creatures have been picked up here after they died.

Calculate that not every undead creature has an undead essence left after death, and the largest number is a low-level undead creature, and not necessarily every undead creature will be picked up by Ymir's subordinates after death.

In less than a year, the number of undead creatures that have died here. It's probably hundreds of billions......

All the lives of the entire Northrend world are dead, and it can't reach this number!

The first time he really saw this kind of scene with his own eyes, Lin Yun finally understood a little, why he said that he was in the undead plane. A war between two lords, without killing a billion undead creatures, cannot be considered a war at all......

When describing the war on the undead plane, Lin Yun once saw a statement about the battle between two undead lords. The number of undead invested is billion, and the bones of the dead undead can be piled up into a mountain, and this is just a small fight.

In the world of Northrend, it is at most equivalent to the fight between two adjacent villages......

Originally, Lin Yun still felt that this sentence was mostly ridiculous, but now that I look at it, this is definitely realistic, completely realistic, and a billion undead creatures have joined the war, in the undead plane. It's really a fight between two neighboring villages, the kind that can't be put on the table at all, and even the undead lord himself doesn't care much about the fight.

And in this battlefield now, there are at least dozens of undead lords, and the undead below level forty-four are not qualified to be lords here at all, at most they are the subordinates of a certain powerful lord.

With so many undead lords fighting for this territory that only has a range of a few thousand kilometers here, it is quite normal for the battle to be fierce, according to speculation. The battles here are much more brutal than the wars elsewhere in the undead plane.

It has been a long time since there have been dozens of undead lords fighting for a territory on the undead plane, and it is also a territory with a range of only a few thousand kilometers, and the undead lord here is just a powerful undead lord. The territory is more than that.

Although the number of undead in the undead plane is too large to count, the plane itself is also terrifying, and the territory under the command of each undead lord is terrible, and the war between these undead lords is purely for the sake of fighting for the territory. But it is the least, the war between the undead lords, most of the time, is for something else, the contradiction of its own, for the fire of the soul, for the ......

Anyway, there are all kinds of reasons, and the war is waged purely for the sake of fighting for territory, but this reason is the least.

When Imir was found, Imir had just returned from the battlefield, holding a skull with a single horn in his hand, and the soul fire in the skull was still flickering, indicating that the undead was not dead, and the head was directly screwed off by Imir.

Yimir took the skull, smiled and sucked at the skull, the soul fire in the skull turned into a dark blue light, and flew out of the two eye sockets of the skull, Yimir had a long mouth, and swallowed up these dark blue lights, the skull was still struggling, and the soul fire was also struggling not to be swallowed, but unfortunately it was useless.

With only one head left, any struggle was useless, and he could only watch his soul fire be devoured.

As Ymir devoured the soul fire inside the skull, the skull, which had shimmered with all its lustre, seemed to have undergone thousands of years of decay in just a few seconds.

Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the skull, and its own luster completely dissipated, and when the last bit of soul fire was swallowed, the skull suddenly shattered into a pile of fragments, like rotten bones, suddenly dug out of the ground, saw the sunlight, and easily shattered after contact with the air.

The splinter fell to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes with a snap, and Imir grinned, pulled out an irregularly shaped piece of undead essence from the ashes, and casually threw it on a hill not far away.

After doing this, Yimir found that Lin Yun, who was walking slowly from a distance, suddenly burst out with terrifying power from his short body, and appeared beside Lin Yun almost instantly.

"Oh, Bowdy, my dear friend, hey, as if to say, forget it, Bowdy, I haven't seen you for a long time, come on, come and see my masterpiece. ”

As he spoke, Ymir pulled Lin Yun forward, and Lin Yun thought that Imir was going to show him the dozen or so hills that were purely made of undead essence, but who knew that Imir bypassed the dozen or so hills and came to the back of the hill.

Behind the hill, white bone cages are piled up together, forming a cage hill more than ten meters high, and there are a bunch of live mourning birds in each bone cage.

When the mourning birds saw Ymir appear, they began to scream as if they had exploded their nests, and made their final declaration in horror.

Ymir grinned and held out a hand, his tone still tinged with hatred.

"These damned birds must die, the mourning birds must die, they must die......"

As he spoke, a flame burst out of Imir's arm, and the tongue of fire curled and enveloped all the white bone cages, the crimson flames roared and roared, the flames enveloped all the mourners, and the terrible and ugly screams sounded in the flames, and all the mourners struggled in pain, but they could not escape.

The last ones were burned alive by the flames, and the ashes were scattered from the cracks in the bone cages......

Lin Yun looked at this scene blankly, completely speechless.

These white bone cages, at least they were released by the heaven-level bone mage, I don't know where Imir found such a heaven-level bone mage, and released so many bone cages.

These cages don't look very strong, any undead above level forty can be broken with their hands, but they can definitely not be burned by the flames released by Ymir, some blackened marks faintly appear on these white bone cages, and a thick layer of ashes sprinkled on the ground, all of which are enough to show how many mourning birds Imir has burned here during this time.

This guy's hatred for the mourning bird has really been engraved into the soul, the flame released just now, the power is at most a third-level spell, but the scope of the shroud is a little larger, and it has become a continuous spell, if it is calculated by replacing it with the magic power of the mage, the magic power consumed by Yimir's release of the flame just now is definitely enough to release a sixth-level spell, and it is also a sixth-level spell that consumes a relatively large amount of mana.

It's really a magic weapon for killing chickens......

Yimir danced and watched as the mourning birds were burned to ashes, and pulled Lin Yun to watch with him, like a show-off little kid pulling his companions to watch how he took revenge on the enemy......

Lin Yun really didn't know what to say......

"Imir, the flame you have mastered is quite good, yes, there is progress, keep up the good work......"

"Hey, Bowdy, I knew you could see my progress, and I can burn these damn damn mourners now, you don't know, I've tried it many times, and I couldn't burn it to ashes before, and then I practiced it many times......"

Yimir chattered and pulled Lin Yun to talk for more than ten minutes, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, he pulled Lin Yun to a hill made of undead essence.

"Bowdy, look, this is a gift I have prepared for you, I have been preparing for a long time, you like this, then I will prepare these for you, it is too little, I was going to prepare a bigger gift for you, you are here now, I will give it to you first, and I will prepare a new big ...... for you"

Lin Yun looked at the elated Ymir, although he was already level forty-seven, he still looked like a dwarf ghoul, he looked very ugly, and his wisdom had improved a little, but if he put it in the world of Northrend, this wisdom would be the same level as off-duty.

However, Lin Yun sighed a little, he is really a simple guy, even if he is a ghoul, but he is a very simple ghoul, in Yimir's heart, I am afraid there is no difference between evil and good, but whoever is good to him, he is good to whom, the simplest values.

Lin Yun looked at Yimir a little distracted, and it wasn't until Yimir pulled him that Lin Yun came back to his senses. (To be continued.) )