Within Ymir's territory, a dozen several-dozen-meter-tall hills stood erect. Undeads could be seen continuously appearing at the foot of the hills, leaving behind a large amount of Undead Essence.
The dense death energy had already solidified there, and Lin Yun could even feel that these dozen hills were already giving birth to Undeads. It wouldn't be long before the Undeads crawled out, and their starting point wouldn't be low. They would be at least level 10, and they definitely wouldn't be low-level skeletons or anything like that.
The Undeads might be Black Warriors or something like that. Death Knights weren't too likely, but with the current trend, it wasn't impossible to nurture a High Level Undead like a Death Knight.
The dozen several-dozen-meter-tall hills were completely piled up with Undead Essence. Lin Yun was stunned.
Low-level Undead creatures might not even produce Undead Essence after they were killed. Undead creatures above level 10 would have a higher probability of leaving behind Undead Essence after they were killed. Undead creatures above level 20 would definitely leave behind Undead Essence after they died …
However, a piece of Undead Essence was only the size of a fingernail. Only Undead Creatures above Level 30 would have Undead Essences slightly larger. However, there was a limit to how big the Undead Essence would become. Even if the Undead Essence became better, its size wouldn't increase by much.
Lin Yun couldn't calculate how much Undead Essence was inside these several-dozen-meter-tall hills. It was too much, an astronomical number. A conservative estimate would be that there were over ten billion Undead Essences here. In other words, the Undead Essences of at least ten billion Undeads had been picked up here.
Not every Undead would leave behind Undead Essence after dying, and the largest amount would be from Low Level Undeads. Moreover, Ymir's subordinates might not be able to pick up the Undead Essence after every Undead died.
In less than a year, the number of Undeads that died here might have already reached over a hundred billion.
Even if all the lifeforms in Noscent died, they wouldn't reach this number!
Seeing this scene with his own eyes for the first time, Lin Yun finally understood why it was said that in the Undead Plane, a war between two Overlords couldn't be considered a war without at least a billion Undeads dying.
When describing the Undead Planar War, Lin Yun had once seen a description. In a battle between two Undead Lords, a billion Undead would be thrown in. The bones of the dead Undead would pile up into a mountain, and this was only a small battle.
In Noscent, it would at most be equivalent to a fight between two neighboring villages.
Originally, Lin Yun had thought that this sentence was more of a joke. But now, it seemed that it was definitely a realistic sentence. In the Undead Plane, a billion Undead creatures joining in the war was like a fight between two neighboring villages. It was the kind that couldn't be shown in public, and even the Undead Lords themselves didn't care about it.
And on this battlefield, there were at least a few dozen Undead Lords. Moreover, Undead under level 44 simply didn't have the qualifications to be an Overlord. At most, they would be the subordinates of a powerful Overlord.
With so many Undead Overlords fighting over a territory that was only a few thousand kilometers wide, it was normal for the battle to be a bit fierce. According to speculations, the battle here would be a lot more fierce than the battles in other parts of the Undead Plane.
It had been a very long time since a few dozen Undead Overlords had appeared in the Undead Plane to fight over a territory, and it was a territory that was only a few thousand kilometers wide. Any of the more powerful Undead Overlords here would have a territory far larger than that.
Although the number of Undead in the Undead Plane was innumerable, the plane itself was also terrifyingly huge. Every Undead Overlord's territory was terrifyingly huge, and the battles between these Undead Overlords were the fewest. Most of the time, the battles between Undead Overlords were for other things, conflicts between themselves, for Soul Fires, for …
In any case, there were all sorts of reasons, but the reason for a war purely for territory was the least.
When Han Shuo found Ymir, he had just returned from the battlefield. He was holding a skull with a single horn in his hand. The Soul Fire in the skull was still flickering, which meant that the Undead was still alive. Ymir had twisted the skull's head off.
Ymir held the skull and sucked it in with a sinister smile. The Soul Fire in the skull turned into dark blue light particles that flew out of the skull's eye sockets. Ymir opened his mouth and swallowed the blue light particles. The skull was still struggling, and the Soul Fire was also struggling to not be swallowed. Unfortunately, it was all useless.
With only his head left, all his struggles were futile. He could only watch as his Soulfire was devoured clean.
As Ymir swallowed the Soul Fire in the skull, the originally glowing skull seemed to have experienced thousands of years of decay in just a few seconds.
Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the skull, and its original luster completely dissipated. When the last bit of Soul Fire was swallowed, the skull suddenly shattered into a pile of fragments. It was as if rotten bones were suddenly dug out of the ground, exposed to sunlight, and easily shattered upon contact with the air.
The fragments fell to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes. Ymir grinned and dug out an irregularly shaped Undead Essence from the ashes. He casually tossed it to a nearby hill.
After doing this, Ymir noticed Lin Yun slowly walking over from a distance. His short body suddenly erupted with terrifying power, and he instantly appeared beside Lin Yun.
"Oh, Bodie, my best friend's darling. Eh, I think that's what they said. Forget it, Bodie, I haven't seen you in a long time. Come, come and see my masterpiece."
After saying that, Ymir pulled Lin Yun forward. Lin Yun thought that Ymir was going to show him the dozen hills made of pure Undead Essence, but who would have thought that Ymir would bypass those hills and reach the back of those hills?
Behind the small mountain, there were many bone cages piled up together, forming a small mountain of cages that was more than ten meters tall. Each bone cage contained a bunch of living Mourning Birds.
When these Mourning Birds saw Ymir, they began to shriek in fear, making their final declaration.
Ymir grinned and extended a hand, his voice still filled with unforgettable hatred.
"These damned birds have to die, the Mourning Birds have to die, they have to die …"
After saying that, flames rushed out of Ymir's arm. The flames curled up and enveloped all the bone cages. The crimson flames roared and wrapped all the Mourning Birds within. Mournful and unpleasant screams echoed within the flames. All the Mourning Birds painfully struggled, but they couldn't escape.
In the end, they were all burned to death by the flames, their ashes falling from the cracks of the bone cages.
Lin Yun foolishly looked at this scene, completely speechless.
These bone cages had been released by at least a Heaven Rank Skeleton Mage. He didn't know where Ymir had found such a Heaven Rank Skeleton Mage to release so many bone cages.
These cages didn't look very powerful and could be easily broken by any Level 40 or higher Undead, but they couldn't be burned by Ymir's flames. There were some traces of being burnt black on these bone cages, and there was a thick layer of bone ash scattered on the ground. This was enough to show how many Mourning Birds Ymir had burned to death.
That guy's hatred for the Mourning Birds had already been engraved in his soul. The flames he had just released were at most 3rd Tier Spells, but the area they covered was a bit larger and it became a continuous spell. If it was calculated in terms of a mage's mana, the amount of mana Ymir had used to release those flames was definitely enough to release a 6th Tier Spell, and one that consumed a lot of mana.
'This is really using a Magic Tool to kill chickens …'
Ymir was dancing with joy as he looked at the Mourning Birds being burned to ashes. He pulled Lin Yun along to watch, just like a brat showing off how he would retaliate against his enemies.
Lin Yun truly didn't know what to say.
"Ymir, your control over flames is pretty good. Not bad, you have made progress. Keep it up …"
"Heh, Bao Di, I knew you would be able to see my improvement. Now, I can also burn these damned Birds of Mourning to death. You don't know this, but I've already experimented many times. Previously, I couldn't burn them to ashes. Only after practicing many times did I manage to do it …"
Ymir chattered on for a dozen minutes before suddenly thinking of something and pulling Lin Yun to a small mountain of Undead Essence.
"Bodie, look, this is the gift I prepared for you. I prepared it for a long time, and since you like this, I prepared this for you. It's just that it's too little. I originally wanted to prepare a bigger gift for you, but since you came, I'll give it to you first. I'll prepare a bigger one for you later …"
Lin Yun looked at the excited Ymir. Although he was already level 47, he still had the appearance of a Dwarf Ghoul and looked very ugly. His intelligence had somewhat increased, but if placed in Noscent, his intelligence would only be on the same level as Xiuban's.
But Lin Yun sighed. 'Such a pure guy, even if he's a Ghoul, he's a very pure Ghoul. In Ymir's heart, there's no such thing as good or evil. He'll treat whoever is good to him well, it's the simplest value.'
Lin Yun was lost in thought as he looked at Ymir. It wasn't until Ymir pulled him that Lin Yun recovered.
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