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Elzam: "Is it because we have advanced invisibility?"
Wang: "Don't make up for it, it's just that your presence is not strong enough."
Elzam: "After all, I am a super lich who has lived for more than 500 years."
King: "So where is your undead army? Why haven't they risen yet?"
"There's nothing wrong with my casting, it must be your posture that's wrong."
At this moment, the corpse in front of Wang moved.
Elzam was overjoyed: "Look, my undead army is about to rise up!"
The corpse slowly stood up, and based on its connection with the lich, it looked towards the invisible king and Elzam.
More corpses rose from the ground.
The warring parties finally noticed this anomaly and stopped fighting.
Skeleton soldiers, zombies, and tomb ghouls emerged from the pile of corpses on the ground one by one, and then all looked in the direction of the king.
Wang whispered, "Why don't you ask them to do something else instead of just staring at us?"
“Wait a moment.” Elzam raised his voice. “My army! Kill more living people and gather more companions! Attack!”
All the zombies and ghouls turned around, roared at the legion soldiers, and then rushed over.
The Pelican Gang members were also treating it as a formidable enemy, but the undead army passed by them without even a glance at them.
The gang members looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.
Seeing this scene, Wang said, "It's over, it's over. Attack the Pelican Gang as well. As long as they don't kill them, we can save them. Go ahead and attack them."
"Oh."
After Elzam said "Oh", one third of the undead creatures that had originally rushed towards the Catalan Legion turned back and rushed towards the confused members of the Pelican Gang.
This made the situation even more confusing.
**
Old Lady Hashir was directing the Pelican Gang in their temporary headquarters. She frowned at the changes in front of her: "Where did these undead creatures come from? Normally, the undead shouldn't appear so quickly."
It seems that no one really noticed Elzam's performance. At least the Pelican Gang had no idea why so many undead creatures appeared.
At this time, a gang member came to report: "The undead creatures attacked the Catalan dogs! It seemed that they forgot about us, and later some of them turned back to attack us."
Old lady Hasher touched her wrinkled forehead and said, "What the hell? Aren't the undead the enemy of all living beings? They should attack living things indiscriminately, right? How can they be selective?"
The gang member who reported it also looked confused: "Yes, and the undead creatures deliberately spared women and children and only attacked adult men."
Hashir: What did you say?
"They spared the women and children and only attacked the adult males," the gang member repeated.
Hasher scratched his head. "What is this? This undead creature has strict military discipline?"
Hasher had lived for more than seventy years, especially in Shallow Water City, a place with "talented people and beautiful scenery", and had seen a lot. However, this scene still made her enter an unknown area.
Hasher: "The sudden attack by the Catalans was surprising enough, and now there are 'good' undead creatures? What on earth is happening in Shallow Water?"
Chapter 204: The Undead Army's Assassin
The king observed the battle between the undead army and discovered something.
"Your army doesn't seem to have any advantage against the legionnaires, but they keep gaining more and more?"
The skull above his head replied, "Normal. These are ordinary zombies, ghouls, and skeletons. Unlike the things you summon with your spells, the strength of these undead creatures that are to be resurrected from corpses is linked to their strength in life.
“Those ghouls are transformed from more experienced mercenaries.
"Of course, when death accumulates to a certain extent, high-level undead creatures will also be naturally generated. Other liches usually cultivate high-level undead creatures that are naturally produced by making corpse pits or living sacrifices. Of course, more often they will use living sacrifices To create a corpse pit..."
Wang suddenly proposed to interrupt the skeleton: "Then have you ever made a corpse pit through living sacrifices?"
The skeleton was silent for three full seconds before answering, "I am a lich. There are no kind liches in this world, just like there are no kind-hearted hags in this world. I am helping you now only because the cult will make it impossible for undead creatures to gain a foothold in the future."
Wang: "Well, I have no way of telling whether you are lying or have really done something heinous. But now we are allies, and this is enough for us to know."
"In fact, I was planning to sacrifice the entire city and the attacking orcs in Monrovia. This alone would be enough for the paladin to chop me down a hundred times. I'm surprised you didn't mind it at all."
Wang: "My teacher has always had a flexible view of good and evil, and I may have inherited it from him."
The skull was silent for a second and then said, "This is not a good habit. You will definitely suffer in the future because of this flexible view of good and evil. This is the advice of an old lich."
Wang shrugged and changed the subject: "Your army was beaten three for one by the legion soldiers. It's only a matter of time before they are all wiped out—"
At this moment, he saw an imperial soldier whose head was chopped off staggering to his feet again - no, it is not accurate to say stood up again, the corpse regained the strength to stand up before it completely fell down.
The next moment, the soldier's exposed flesh and blood exploded, and the remaining flesh and blood rolled out of the armor.
The king saw the soldier's intestines rolling out from under his skirt armor.
The legionnaire next to the soldier exclaimed, "Dill, your intestines have fallen out... Ragnola is above!"
The headless soldier slapped the screaming soldier's helmet away, then grabbed his hair, chopped off his head with a sword, and then quickly put it on his own neck.
The next moment, the flesh and blood on the head furnace melted and fell off, leaving only the skull.
A skeleton soldier wearing Catalan standard legion armor was completed. It brandished a long sword and attacked the other shocked legion soldiers.
Wang: “Oh my god.”
Elzam: "Now you understand, don't you? The greatest strength of the undead army is never its combat power, but the fear of seeing its comrades who just fought side by side transform into enemies. By the way, these skeleton soldiers who transform in battle all have the combat skills they had in life.
"Of course, over time they will all forget all this and become skeletons who can only hack and slash around."
Wang: "Will they forget their fighting skills?"
"Yes, after all, memories and skills are all related to the soul. The souls of skeletons resurrected on the battlefield will deteriorate quickly. Those skeletons that still have the fighting skills they had in their lifetime were resurrected through special methods, and their souls have been fixed."
Wang said "Oh".
At this time, the reanimated former legionnaire had already chopped down several former comrades-in-arms, and the unlucky guy who took the head at first was also resurrected, picked up the head that fell on the ground and put it on himself.
Yes, these two skeletons just swapped heads.
Originally, the brain is plug-and-play?
Unlike the king who viewed all this with a scholarly eye, everyone else who saw this scene was terrified - such as the legion soldiers.
Just now they were able to fight against the undead army with all their might, but now they couldn't even maintain their formation, and the Catalan army's formation began to collapse from this corner.
Elzam: "It's over. The battle is over when the army collapses. Even if a few warriors can stand the test, the others will flee."
Wang: "Have you seen this scene many times?"
"Two or three times." Elzam replied casually, "Okay, let's start moving. Just rush into the Catalan Embassy where the portal is located, close the portal, and then the invincible salvation team will kill the lich again. That's the happy decision."
Wang wanted to say that Elzam seemed to be trying to change the subject on purpose, but he surprisingly had the emotional intelligence to pretend he didn't hear it.
**
Floating city.
Li Guang released the last bit of energy from his qi sea.
Then the giant beast in front of him fell to the ground with a loud bang and turned into sand.
The underground entrance was already filled with corpses, and the sand that covered the corpses was probably the remains of the shattered flying golem.
The Catalan soldiers and the sphinx-golem formed a semicircle, but no one dared to step forward.
The last remaining centurion snorted, "Bald donkey, don't think we can't see that you are almost out of energy. We still have so many sphinxes, we can take you down without any more casualties!"
The clerk who was in charge of tearing the scrolls beside him whispered, "No, I just tore up the fireball scroll, but this guy was fine. He might be a martial arts monk master who has entered the extraordinary realm. His fists are as deadly as the magic weapons of the Imperial Guards! A rash attack will result in heavy casualties!"
The centurion shouted angrily, "You're talking as if the casualties aren't that big now! If we go back now, we might even be charged with desertion and be exiled to dig sand! Do you know how many sand-digging slaves die in the exile area every year?
"None of you can escape! If you don't want to die, attack. The monk is alone, so wear him down!"
Upon hearing this, a dozen knights urged their mounts to attack at the same time.
A fireball fell from the sky and landed right where the centurion and the clerk were standing.
After the devastating explosion, everything around them except the two of them was blown to pieces.
The clerk was shocked and quickly took out another fire protection scroll.
But the next moment, the monk rushed in front of him.
This was the first time the monk took the initiative to attack.
The scroll was directly interrupted - however, this seemed to be counted as "tearing" the scroll, so the clerk was surrounded by a layer of white light.
The monk punched the clerk through the chest, then threw him like a throwing weapon at the centurion next to him.
The centurion was not a complete pushover. He split the clerk in half with one sword, and his body flew to the left and right.
Even an expert on swordplay could tell that this sword technique was very skillful.
Catalan has indeed created a first-class strong army since it started reforming.
However, the thrown weapon was blocked, and the monk's fist came again!
The centurion raised his sword to block in desperation. He habitually thought that a flesh fist would dodge the blade that could chop a person off - he didn't expect that the monk's fist was not afraid of the sword's sharp edge at all, and hit the thin steel straight on.
With a crack, the blade of the sword broke, and then the crack ran across the sword body.
The steel weapon was actually broken by Master Li Guang with one punch! And he broke it head-on against the sharp arrow!
There was no scratch on Li Guang's fist at all.
The centurion finally understood that a monk who had reached the realm of transcendence was no longer someone who could be measured by common sense.
After all, such a monk might be part of the world itself.
However, the centurion realized it too late. The fist that broke his sword hit his body, causing the entire breastplate to dent downward. Then the huge force of the fist penetrated his body, causing the armor on his back to break into three pieces.
The centurion flew up, and in the last moment of his life he saw fireballs falling from the sky and bombarding his men.
The griffin that spread fireballs and death in the sky was all white.
——Ah, is that the divine bird that the Imperial Master talked about, the one that would lead everyone to a world of complete equality?
He fell to the ground and broke his neck.