Along with ripples in space, the portal opened on the riddled plain.
"Hu——"
The north wind howls.
The weeds fell in the wind.
This was the site of the Battle of Ocagralar. The flat ground still has holes from shelling and trenches dug by engineers, leaving traces of the brutal wars of the past.
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Northland Kingdom are buried here. After only a few months, most of them were washed away by rain, eroded by insects and bacteria, and began to gradually rot. Finally, they were buried by thick soil and turned into deeply buried corpses. Fertilizer in the ground.
As darkness fell, the surroundings were silent, with only the sound of wind and the chirping of insects being heard.
The lich looked around at the remaining souls wandering in the wasteland with its swaying "eyes" of will-o'-the-wisps, sucking in the breath of death in the air.
He should have been excited to come to such a "promised land".
The skeletons of soldiers are excellent materials for transforming the undead. Otherwise, how could there be a famous saying: "The battlefield is a paradise for necromancers."
War always brings endless killing and death, and these things are the soil where undead creatures breed.
He can raise an undead army here.
However, today is different from the past. Lich is not transforming undead for himself, but working for the empire.
Thinking of this, looking at the nearly 100,000 bones densely packed underground, Orest suddenly felt his scalp numb, and a cold air rushed to the top of his head - even though the lich had no scalp and even exposed a yellowed skull.
"This, these"
"Are they all going to be transformed into undead?"
"You guessed it right, this is only the second batch, but I will help you complete it all."
Cassius replied calmly.
The smile that appeared inadvertently at the corner of his mouth made the Lich shudder.
Is this "only" the second batch?
So will there be a third batch, a fourth batch, a fifth batch, or even
But after all, the life-sustaining phylactery is in the opponent's hands, and Lich Orest has no choice but to obey orders to save his own life.
Orest gritted his teeth and comforted himself: "It's just tens of thousands of ordinary immortal skeletons"
"It's nothing at all."
"Not to mention the help of the master."
Although the Lich said this, his exposed gums had already begun to tremble.
As a monster more than ten meters long, the green-footed dragon snake needs a lot of strength to transform, but for the lich, it is extremely easy to transform the bones of ordinary soldiers.
But I can't bear to add up a little and make a big thing, and gather sand into a tower. The total number of remains of the Northland soldiers present was nearly 60,000!
Converting them all into undead skeletons would be a huge undertaking—even with Melkor's Scepter of Bones in hand.
However, under Cassius's ruthless gaze, the Lich still raised the scepter in his hand tremblingly and sang in a low voice: "O bones that have been covered in dust for a long time, existences wandering in the void, I call for your return."
"Buzz——"
The undead magic stone at the top of the scepter suddenly emitted a spherical dark green force field, covering this large wasteland.
Cassius beside him waved his wings lightly, and the power of the [Imperial Domain] suddenly dropped.
The surrounding magic network suddenly became extremely active, urging the casting of spells, and the necromantic force field suddenly expanded several times at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the entire vast abandoned battlefield.
【Disaster of the Undead】
"Click, click"
The skeletons buried deep in the ground began to tremble, squirm, and make slight noises.
The souls wandering in the wasteland began to howl, cry, and howl, but were still dragged back to the ground by invisible forces.
The Lich's bony hand holding the scepter trembled more and more violently.
However, Orest still underestimated the energy of these tens of thousands of bones, and also underestimated Cassius's "help".
He had never felt that he controlled such a powerful force, enough to set off an undead disaster that swept through Anzeta. Seventy thousand immortal bones tied together.
If he had not been arrested by Cassius, he might have completed Melkor's sacrifice mission and embarked on the true road to eternal life.
"Return in immortal form and become me.
For a moment, Orest was a little immersed in it, forgetting that he was still in trouble, and even regarded himself as the real master of these undead.
However, the next moment, the invisible pressure dropped, and the Lich felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from him, and his soul fire also became flickering.
This is a fatal mistake!
He suddenly trembled, and quickly changed his voice and whispered:
No, it’s the great Ember Emperor—the eternal servant of Lord Cassius! Serve the Ember Empire until the end of the world! "
The surrounding aura suddenly dissipated, and the Lich breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel that if he had not changed his words just now, his phylactery would definitely be crushed.
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the skeletons buried in the soil continued to move, making a "click" sound as their joints rubbed together.
"Shua——"
The first bone hand broke out of the ground.
Immediately afterwards, more skeletal hands broke out of the ground, like a pale white sea of strange flowers blooming in the wasteland.
The skeletons of the Northland soldiers and generals crawled out of the soil and stood up unsteadily. They were often still wearing rotten and tattered Northland military uniforms, and their bones held broken knives and swords.
However, most of these skeletons were incomplete, with many missing arms and legs, some with their heads missing and only half of their bodies left, and some even had shrapnel embedded in their ribs.
There is the skeleton of an exceptionally tall general who was once richly dressed, and there are obvious bullet holes in his skull.
But this is indeed normal. According to statistics from imperial officials, one-third of the coalition's casualties came from shelling, and another third came from gunfire.
These poor northerners were not only mercilessly slaughtered by the guns of the Ember Empire during their lifetime, but even after they died, they were pulled up from the soil by the Lich to work as coolies for the empire.
Undead skeletons occupy the wilderness, forming a rather spectacular torrent of skeletons. The 70,000 Northern Alliance troops who once died in battle have now become the empire's undead army.
Orest struggled to support the ground with his scepter. The will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes dimmed a bit again, and his figure even became more stooped.
The Lich forced a smile, nodded and bowed: "Master, this is your undead army that belongs to the empire."
Cassius nodded slightly, but then turned his head and looked at him condescendingly with his pale golden pupils: "You just seemed to want to say that this is your servant?"
"No, no!"
"You heard wrong!"
"No, you have no problem, I made a mistake!"
The Lich buried his head lower and defended continuously, even a little incoherently.
"I hope so."
Cassius turned around, slowly flapped his wings, rose into the air, and looked down at the undead army below him under the moonlight.
"Orest."
"You're doing pretty well so far, hope you can keep it up."
"Don't worry, my empire will not treat anyone who contributes to the empire badly - whether you are an immortal lich or a cruel evil ghost, I will treat you equally."
"Many, thank you master."
The Lich knelt on the ground, hunched over.
Hearing Cassius' words of praise, he actually felt a little flattered - after all, he was still worried about whether he could save his life.
"Now, follow me to the place where the next batch of undead will be transformed."
"."
Orest was on the verge of crying. This lich who had killed countless people finally felt the feeling of being squeezed. (End of chapter)