Chapter 1429 The Dream of the Great Elder Guilong
The Dream of the Great Elder Guilong
The Undead Mage traveled for three days, changing directions every day.
He walked and stopped, very cautiously.
Sometimes he returned along the original route.
On the fourth day, he came to a cemetery outside the mountains.
He stood in front of a tombstone and pretended to pay homage to someone.
He lit incense and poured wine, busy for a long time.
Then he pretended to be sad and walked deep into the cemetery.
At this moment, Zhang Xing suddenly found that the figure of the Undead Mage disappeared.
He was shocked. Could he have been discovered by him?
But then he thought again, it seemed unlikely.
First, he was far away enough, and second, he was wearing a holy ghost cloak, so the chance of being discovered was very small.
It is very likely that there is some formation there.
Zhang Xing lurked over, and after a search, he found a hidden formation, which also contained a small teleportation formation.
"It is so!"
He stepped into the teleportation formation without any hesitation.
After the light flashed, he looked around again, and it was still a cemetery.
Still no trace of the Undead Mage.
After another careful search, the second teleportation array appeared in his eyes.
"Haha! They are really good at playing, building teleportation arrays in cemeteries."
"And, these cemeteries are where ordinary people are buried, and warriors basically don't care."
In this way, Zhang Xing passed through one cemetery after another, and it took more than a day and a night.
On the fifth day, Zhang Xing appeared in a huge underground cemetery.
Zhang Xing walked out of the teleportation array and walked into the passage.
Not long after, he sensed the breath of the Undead Mage.
He walked over quietly.
At this time, more than a hundred people had gathered in a huge tomb.
They were the Undead Mage who escaped, but it seemed that there were still some who hadn't come.
They were waiting and talking in a low voice.
Zhang Xing listened carefully, and they were talking about the objective reasons for this failure.
But more of them were talking about the high-level Undead Legions that suddenly appeared.
In short, they meant the same thing.
It's not that our army is incompetent, but that an accident happened!
As long as they are alive, there will be a day to fight back.
Another day passed, and during this day and night, more than a hundred people came one after another.
On the sixth day, these undead magic saints began to hold a summary meeting for the failure of the war.
Zhang Xing listened patiently.
"Although we failed this time, it is not a bad thing."
The elder Guilong made the final summary speech.
"Why do I say that?"
"There is only one reason, that is, we know the strength of the opponent."
"They have a high-level undead army, and we will not be able to fight them even after a hundred years."
"But we are not without a way!"
At this point, Guilong stopped.
His eyes turned from everyone.
"I think you know what the method is."
"Although that method is not perfect, it can also summon a high-level dark mage."
"The lowest level that can be summoned is a seven-star mage, and the highest... nine stars is possible!"
"Whether it is seven or nine stars, with their help, our hope of ruling this continent can reach 80%!"
"The creatures of the dark clan will not stay on this continent. They are like locusts, devouring all the creatures here, and then devouring the next one!"
"Although we are their slaves, we can only survive here, so we must be the masters of this world!"
"Wait until a thousand years later, we will all become nine-star undead mage, and even have the hope of breaking through this realm and reaching the god-level realm!"
"Ha ha! At that time..."
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