Chapter 512 511 The Zombie Tide Is Coming
Chapter 512 511. The zombie tide is coming
Continuous earthquakes caused frequent avalanches in the Snowy Mountains. After the only roads that could be traveled were buried, the place was completely isolated from the outside world. Only a few ice crystal elements were left floating on the top of the snowy mountains, silently overlooking the whiteness spreading to the surroundings. .
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The Black Corpse Society member yelled angrily, but his companions beside him hurriedly covered his mouth to prevent his loud voice from triggering another avalanche.
The dark smoke wrapped around the wrist snaked and crawled like a snake. A member of the Black Corpse Society injected the black gas into the ground with a ferocious expression. After a while, in the snow, one skeleton after another struggled to dig away the accumulation around the body. Snow, loosened his body that was already covered with ice crystals and stood up.
The combat team was unable to find any trace of their activities for this reason. The Black Corpses were already prepared to hide.
The cold environment of the Snowy Mountains can slow down the decay rate of most corpses, allowing some unconscious spirits to possess the bodies of the dead. It doesn't matter even if the bodies of a huge number of skeletons are broken. Their bodies are more like puzzle pieces, and the parts scattered on the ground can be Borrowing from each other, not mutually exclusive.
However, God is not as good as man. The Black Corpse Society hidden in the Snowy Mountains ushered in a dramatic change in the color of the sky and the earth as it entered its climax. The violent earthquake caused the Snowy Mountains to shake, and the frozen peaks poured down waves of snow. , burying all the hidden skeletons without a trace.
The thick snow completely blocked the magic power of everyone in the Black Corpse Society. They were unable to detect the skeletons that still had their own breath, and could only helplessly vent their dissatisfaction angrily on the soft snow after the avalanche.
Not all members of the Black Corpse Society participated in this school's commission. Many people advocated caution, believing that undead magic was just emerging and the power they had was far inferior to the old knowledge. They should accumulate strength in secret and strive to overtake others in a corner.
At this stage, rashly getting involved in a life-and-death struggle between a school and a separatist force is even more likely to cause direct friction with the Theocracy, one of the four major powers, and quarrel with one of the emerging forces, the mysterious Dawn Leader... This is stupid. .
However, with the rewards given by the school in front of them, some people in the Black Corpse Society were still moved.
Without restraint, allowing them to arbitrarily create no-man's land to expand the number of the undead army, and a tacitly accepted sect status afterwards, these two rewards are so rich that it makes people crazy.
The Black Corpse Society quarreled endlessly about this, and in the end they could only be divided into two factions to continue to act. One group carried out the school's commission and tried to challenge the existing forces, striving to gain a piece of land that the Black Corpse Society could operate in this turbulent era. territory. The other faction, on the other hand, continues to remain hidden and stay put to prevent it from being deeply involved in the dispute.
The activists all highly despised the conservatives, believing them to be as cowardly as mice, so they secretly became ruthless. Once they obtained the areas ruled by other forces and finally had a fixed territory, they would never give them any position.
Now that the army has not been successfully launched, more than half of the army of the dead they carried has been lost. Only the unconscious undead and some walking corpses are still active. The black corpses present will remember what the two groups said when they parted, and they can't help but clenched their fists.
"You look so stupid when you're so angry."
"Sarah, stop talking sarcastically. No matter how weak these city-states sandwiched between big countries are, the armament they possess and the adventurers flowing within their borders are still a troublesome force."
"When we left, we advocated for more corpses. Gesang was unwilling, and it was you who said it didn't matter. Not only that, they were saying that we were just making an attempt that had a high probability of failure. You also had an indifferent attitude. Now, one after another The avalanche has destroyed our skeleton army, and you still say such things!"
As if they had found an outlet to vent their anger, the members of the Black Corpse Society pointed their fingers at the woman named Sarah.
This woman, who was covered in thick fur and only showed a delicate face, just sneered. It wasn't until everyone cursed her enough that she spoke slowly.
"Since you want to make a difference, surpass the old guys like Kelsang in one fell swoop, and have a higher status, you should be aware that what we are going to do is full of risks. Natural disasters are just the worst of the possible accidents. It’s just something that people can’t accept, but who says this isn’t a huge opportunity?”
The Black Corpse Society is very young. As a group of people who accidentally discovered necromancy magic, they basically still base their seniority rankings on the old rank system rather than the attainments of necromancy magic. After all, they are all in the same community. At the starting line, who can be better than whom?
It is also because of this that the Black Corpse Society has more confidence in necromancy magic. People who claim to have higher talents have been dissatisfied for a long time. Now that Sarah said it nakedly, everyone was even more angry.
"I said, crises and opportunities coexist. Since natural disasters can destroy our dead, they can also bring a large number of spirits." Sarah raised her head slightly, and her eyes swept over her companions who showed a look of sudden realization.
"No more preparations, just invade directly?" someone asked tentatively.
"That's right." Sarah immediately replied, "The natural disaster has not ended yet, and the order of the major city-states must be in a state of chaos. If there is a spirit body, absorb the spirit body, and if there is a corpse, manipulate the corpse. If there is none...then create it with your own hands! "
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Morton City is a small remote city that no one may know even if it is randomly selected from the city-states of the four major countries. As one of the city-states in the buffer zone of the four major nations, its presence is equivalent to that of the giant dragon that exists in the Mela Continent today.
Morton City, which is adjacent to the Snowy Mountains, has a frequent flow of adventurers. In previous years, there was an endless stream of people who went deep into the hinterland of the Snowy Mountains to hunt for treasures. It has also become an important area for business travelers to collect goods, and it has brought about local business prosperity in one fell swoop.
Grove is such a businessman. A few months ago, he purchased a monster products shop. He looked at the "good materials" put on the counter while the adventurers were boasting with a vicious eye, and then accurately gave an order. The price of silence for those who fish in troubled waters.
The name of God's Eye Grove spread from this, and even if he didn't sell goods, there would always be adventurers coming from the surrounding city-states to give him the goods they had worked hard for, and his shop was therefore crowded.
The adventurers praised Grove's character, because he was always willing to ask about all kinds of weird things, and he would kindly tell more stories on the grounds that "the stories were interesting and provided me with emotional value." A silver coin, no one thinks that their trivial things are really worth anything, people will only say "Grove is so fucking generous" in casual chat.
However, only Grove himself knew that he was not really righteous and asked all kinds of stories just to complete the task.
Grove was born in Solon. He had no chance to awaken as a poor family, and magic was a distant term. In order to be able to fill his stomach, he learned hunting from a hunter at an early age. Perhaps God has been dealing with trophies for many years, and in the hunting skills While improving, his identification level is also rising.
This skill eventually led him to join the non-staff team of the Knights of the Kingdom of Solon by chance and became a regional messenger providing them with information.
He was once active in the North and was sent to the southwest corner due to the fall of the North. This time Grove's mission was to "monitor the Theocracy's activities in this area and the movements of the Dawn Territory."
It's a bit funny to say that the Knights of the Kingdom of Solon are affiliated with the Dewek family. In this Solonian civil war, Grove can also be classified as the so-called orthodox faction.
Grove didn't know what considerations Dewek had in issuing this order, but the actual situation now is that the supervisor with a single line of contact could no longer read his message back, and just kept sending "Continue execution" Task" instructions.
Grove fell into confusion. He numbly collected a large amount of information, and mechanically reported to his superiors on a regular basis, interspersed with his own hints from time to time. However, all the hints were like mud in the sea.
Grove pondered as he looked at the large number of information from Theocratic Nation and Morning Dawn on his desktop.
The flickering candlelight on the table dragged his shadow very long, and his stubbled face looked rough and savage.
He picked up a piece of information that had been compiled about the Dawn Collar and read it for a long time. He smiled silently and stretched it out to the candlestick with his calloused hands little by little, letting the information exchanged for silver coins transform. For ashes.
"Sense of mission? A joke." Grove murmured in a low voice, picked up the wine bottle next to him and drank it all in one gulp.
This is not what a messenger should say, let alone what a messenger should do. This information contains the content he obtained with difficulty from the mouths of some sea monsters, and is also reliable data on the losses of the sea monsters in the Dawn Territory.
The entire Mela is in a fog about the so-called fiasco of the Kraken. The Dawn Territory is remote and no one has obtained specific battle reports. All the news comes from rumors and is unconvincing.
Those who believe that the Dawn Leader's victory is very valuable, and those who laugh at the Dawn Leader's boast of just defeating hundreds of sea monsters, argue at banquets all day long. It is said that various university sects are also arguing over this. In the current turbulent times, few people have arrived here in person. Ask the two sides in the remote southwest corner.
"We still have some Kraken imprisoned in the Dawn Territory and have not yet redeemed them. Now that the Kraken Nation has been established, Queen Demi is the leader, and trade routes have begun to open. I hope Lord Godeye Grove can introduce us to some reliable caravans. As well as adventurers, we are willing to reward you with sea monster scales that are very expensive in the human world."
In just one sentence, the information revealed was huge enough. Grove still remembers his reaction when he pretended to be calm, turned around and entered the back room, clutching his heart.
Combined with the number of Kraken that came ashore and the information about the Kraken's founding, Grove's intuition told him that the Dawn Territory must have caused an unimaginable defeat for the Kraken. Otherwise, why would the always fragmented Kraken abandon the small nation? Ethnic groups, in turn, exist in the form of nations?
He wanted to transfer this information to his superiors immediately, but at the moment before taking action, he was stunned for no reason, and then accidentally pressed down all the routine notifications.
Apart from the shop, I had nothing, and my initial capital was only twenty silver coins. I was alone in the southwest border doing things that no one recognized...
A sad breath poured from the top of his head, and Grove looked at his old self in the mirror and laughed.
The information began to pile up, and Grove, the only messenger on the southwest border of Solon, was like a man of enlightenment. He attributed that moment of awakening to "like waking up from a dream."
The higher-ups who didn't wait for the message took the initiative to contact him for the first time, using not a messenger, but a rare communication circle. This seemingly abandoned messenger station got the attention of the higher-ups for the first time. After being equipped with a dipping station, A popular communication array.
Grove subconsciously groveled and entered the magic circle tremblingly. As expected, he was greeted by a barrage of curses.
Grove hated his humbleness and his spinelessness. The voice was clearly thousands of miles away, in the rich and civilized Solon, but he couldn't help but want to kneel down.
After the communication ended, Grove clenched his fist and walked out of the magic circle. He suddenly realized again that the person who handed over to him had never mentioned the matter of obtaining information, and had never asked any questions about the information he had proposed.
Those tedious and complicated matters should have a more sophisticated identification process.
Grove mustered up his courage and used his wild imagination to fabricate a piece of information that never existed. With trepidation, he forwarded it to Solon alone.
One day passed, two days passed, half a month passed... No one questioned it, no one contacted, as if the fabricated information was true, and they took it for granted.
Grove was stunned in place, and soon he laughed, a desolate and sad laugh.
They scolded themselves just because he did not send information regularly.
They were angry just because they did not fulfill the mission of the messenger and stayed obediently on the chessboard they had arranged.
They never respected their efforts, and they never seriously examined the information that he carefully sorted and screened from the southwestern border, which was full of hard work.
What do they think of themselves?
Beast!
Grove threw each piece of information into the fire. He watched the flames grow stronger and stronger, and felt endless joy in his heart.
When a person chooses to play badly, he is invincible.
No longer bound by the identity of a messenger, Grove wantonly insulted everything about Solon in the room, and vomited out the anger that had been accumulated in his heart.
He had had enough of this bastard.
From today on, he will play badly!
With the belief of becoming a bad player, Solon messenger Grove picked up the wine pot and walked out of the house, deciding to reward himself well - it was a long night, and he couldn't do without wine. If he could have a roasted tender chicken, it would be a wonderful night.
Fuck the mission, fuck the work, and go to hell!
Thinking of this, Grove walked happily on the familiar street.
The ground trembled, and Grove was stunned for a moment, looking around, wanting to know what happened.
The sound of weapons clashing in the distance awakened his hunter's vigilance. He subconsciously made a move to escape, his eyes still vigilantly watching the swaying flames on the distant street.
Closer, closer.
Bones piled up like a mountain, ghosts were like shadows, and zombies were in groups...
The tide of corpses came in an instant, and behind them, the screams were drowned out by sharper, terrified shouts.