[It's so cold. I worked on the edited manuscript until dawn yesterday. The publisher is pressing for it, but I can't do anything about it. There's a problem with the machine, and the documents are a bit messy. Finally, it's late now. I'll think of a way to make it up tomorrow. I forgot what day it is today. These days …]
"Weian, Hingils, Lola, Gauss, these are your weapons." Salin called out to the four Beast Swordsmen. He thought that if he wanted these four to display their true strength, he should find them four high-level beasts, at least at the level of the Korora Beast.
"Sir, should we rest for another day?" Weian was now the leader of the four Beast Swordsmen. He was worried that Salin had used up too much energy in forging weapons.
"No need. There's a narrow crevice ahead. If the black magicians set up an ambush there, we'll have to take a detour for a few hundred miles."
"But …"
"I'm fine. Ainphent, can you get up? "
Ainphent yawned in the corner and stretched. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and said, "I can't sleep well because of the noise. You can go first, I'm fine."
"Then let the soldiers familiarize themselves with the weapons. We'll leave in two hours after breakfast." Salin cast a cleansing spell on everyone. He was in high spirits. The four Beast Swordsmen were finally relieved. In the Cloud Flow Court, Beast Swordsmen had no right to fight alongside magicians. They didn't know much about them.
In Daniel's Necromancy Flames, the three Lords roughly knew what was happening outside.
"Judekoke, Salin seems to be in trouble." Diabinus had an unstable personality. After tens of thousands of years, he had completely changed under the influence of the scepter.
Judekoke said unhurriedly, "It's fine. I've never heard of black magicians, but they seem to be a group of people abandoned by the gods. Black puppets and whatnot aren't strong. We can kill hundreds or thousands of them with a single spell."
"Why don't I deal with those guys first? Otherwise, Salin will have to rest and reorganize. It'll be troublesome." Banchagana's personality had changed. He was a bit like Diabinus. He couldn't be judged by others when he did things. This was a terrible thing for the enemy, and it was the same for his companions.
"Ignore him. Have you realized that humans are more fragile than we thought? Do you remember the last time you saw a human? "
"I think it's nine thousand years?" Banchagana wasn't sure either. Time didn't mean much to them. Even if they could not break free from the scepter's control, they still had hundreds of thousands of years to live.
"In less than ten thousand years, humans have fallen to such a state. Even black mages can stir up storms. We may not have to rely on Salin in the future. Let's not worry about his enemies for now. If we can find a better partner and finish this task, we'll give up on him. "Zhu Di Keke's soul flame jumped intensely.
If all humans were so weak, it would be a good idea to stay in this plane for a long time. Now, he somewhat understood why the Abyss Plane wanted to attack the Undead Plane. Although the Undead Plane was terrible, it was much more comfortable than the Abyss. For the undead, Myers Continent was simply a paradise.
If he could build a good coordinate, he would be able to obtain a steady stream of energy from the Undead Plane on this continent to cultivate. The life force of this plane could be converted into the power of the undead.
If a large number of Undead were to be migrated, these Undead would quickly evolve, and more Sovereign Kings would appear. In a few tens of thousands of years, this continent would become another Undead Plane.
It was a very tempting idea, but the prerequisite was that the three Sovereigns had to become demigod-like existences in order to avoid being attacked by the gods of this plane.
After breaking free from the scepter's control and becoming a demigod of a plane, they would probably be able to advance to become a true god after a million years.
Zhu Di Keke laughed. Shang Lan still left them a lot of wealth. The most important wealth was the knowledge on how to become a god.
It might be more difficult for the undead to become a god, but they also had advantages that other creatures did not have. The undead did not need to temper their bodies. As long as their soul flame carried divinity, they could be transformed into a demigod. The human soul had not been tempered over the years. In this aspect, it took some time and guidance.
Salin's team used two hours to rest and check their weapons before setting off. Because of the skeleton warhorse, they could spend more time on these details. Otherwise, with the quality of pirates, marching would be a very troublesome thing.
In the beginning, Salin still used the techniques he learned from Rex to command the pirates. But he soon realized that the pirates were not Rex's swordsmen. They could not follow orders strictly. Rex commanded her swordsmen as flexibly as she used her own arms. These pirates were even harder to master than prosthetic limbs for Salin.
Now, Salin had changed to another method of command. Since there were not many pirates, he simply used magic to send his voice into every pirate's ears. Although it was more troublesome, at least it could ensure that the pirates would not misunderstand his orders.
The scouts went ahead and had already reached the fissure that Salin had mentioned. This fissure was very wide. At least for Salin's team of more than a hundred people, they could pass through it at full speed.
Five scouts rode on skeleton warhorses and quickly passed through the fissure that was more than two miles long. Two of them stopped to stand guard, while the other three turned around and rushed back into the fissure. They did not know the meaning of this behavior. Anyway, it was Salin who told them to do it.
Whoosh whoosh …
The wind blew hard. In the snow, a strange bulge grew higher and higher, as if there was something hidden in the snow. Two scouts immediately discovered the abnormality.
One of them lifted the spear hanging on his horse and urged the skeleton warhorse to stab it.
Squeak …
An ear-piercing shriek sounded. The bulge in the snow quickly turned into a snowman. It twisted its body and tried to use its fist to attack the scout.
This was the first time the scout had seen such a strange scene. He was so frightened that his spear trembled. The tip of the spear was not only serrated, but also magical patterns that Salin had drawn. In the magical patterns, Salin had also hidden the divine text of Goddess Myers. When the spear trembled, a slight life force was emitted. A part of this life force was even provided by the pirate scout.
A healthy person could bear such a little consumption. But the snowman could not. It was originally a soul that should have dissipated long ago, but it was restrained by the black magician and turned into a black puppet.
With a crack, something inside the snowman's body broke. Purple-black blood spurted out of the snowman's body. The scout's spear was too long, so the blood did not splatter on him.
Whoosh …
The wind blew fiercely. The snowman's core was scattered by the spear. It could no longer maintain its shape and was blown away by the cold wind, turning into white snow on the ground. On the white snow, the purple-black blood quickly froze. Only a bit of blurred flesh was still wriggling.
Ugh …
The scout was disgusted. It was not that he had never killed people before, but the thing in front of him was not a human. At most, it looked like some kind of human organ. His companion was much stronger. Seeing this scene, he shouted from the skeleton warhorse: "There really is an ambush. Let's go back and tell Sir Salin."
The scout who vomited waved his hand and forcefully spat out the breakfast in his stomach. He said: "It's a sentinel, not an ambush."
His companion also suddenly realized that if it was an ambush, the two of them would have died long ago. This snowman left no traces in the snow. Warriors of their level could not detect it at all.
But this kind of black puppet was too low-level and had no combat power. Thinking of this, the two scouts urged their horses to trample on the nearby snow. Soon, another two black puppets were discovered and scattered by the scout's spear.
"Damn, this thing is too evil. Fortunately, Sir made new weapons for us."
Only then did the pirate scout understand why Salin had kept all the weapons yesterday and only returned them after a few hours. He had also made huge changes to them. Because the modified weapons were very effective against the black puppets, the two scouts became bolder. They probed forward for more than three miles before turning back.
Without heavy weapons to seal the crack, the black puppets alone could not stop the cavalry with skeleton warhorses. The mission Salin gave them was very simple. They were to find all dangerous heavy weapons.
For example, magic catapults. These weapons could throw rocks weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. No matter how strong a person was, they would not be able to be hit by a boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. Although the crack could accommodate dozens of horses side by side, it was still very dangerous to encounter heavy weapons.
Salin's team quickly entered from the other side of the crack. After passing through more than two miles of danger zone, they arrived at the plains on the other side. The scouts who had gone back and forth returned to the front of the team. The scouts who had discovered the black puppets reported their findings to Salin.
Salin examined the long spears of the two scouts. For the sake of convenience, their spears were shorter than the other pirates'. There were bloodstains on the tip of the spears, but the magic patterns that had been temporarily refined were not damaged at all. In other words, these crude weapons could effectively kill the black puppets.
The combat power of these black puppets was similar to the scarecrows they had encountered before. Without a specific weapon, it would be very difficult to deal with them. With magic weapons, even beginner-level ones could be exceptionally effective in killing them.
But with the combat power of the pirates, they would basically be completely wiped out if they encountered a headless horseman.
"Daniel, if a headless horseman appears, let Petheus attack from the front. If there is an abomination dragon, Ainphent and I will attack." Salin instructed, letting the team slow down again and shrink back.
These black puppets looked like snowmen. Lone soldiers would be easily assassinated. Salin rejoiced that he had stopped to refine weapons for the pirates. Otherwise, he would have to use up a lot of scrolls to deal with these black puppets. He could not possibly use up his magic strings to fight these black puppets.
Ainphent was also vexed. Necromancers countered black mages, but that did not mean that he liked to fight black mages. Each of these black puppets required at least one soul to be refined. When necromancers killed, they liked to send the souls of the dead into the Spectral Plane. They rarely let the souls of people completely dissipate. Necromancers were the same as elemental mages. They were mages who liked balance.
Black mages were different. Whatever they destroyed, they destroyed completely.
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