Chapter 2304
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"Why five thousand?" Mofan asked.
The Necromancer was startled.
Shouldn't a normal person be enraged first?
After all, he was going to kill everyone here. Shouldn't this little soldier of the Federation Army be more concerned about his own safety first?
"Well … it's one of my abilities. Do you know about the furnace? It requires a lot of ordinary materials to refine the heat-resistant metal from the impurities. Most materials won't be able to withstand the high temperature, and will be burned to ashes in the fire. The real essence will be preserved. Once the number reaches five thousand, it will give birth to a Soul's Essence, "the Necromancer did not mind answering Mofan's question.
"What's the use of the Soul's Essence?" Mofan asked again.
The Necromancer smacked his lips.
His fingers had been moving the whole time. He was controlling the Skeleton Demon Trees to move closer to them.
However, for some reason, it would be impolite to kill someone without answering their questions when they were being asked so sincerely.
"We are at war," Zhao Manyan said softly.
"Don't worry, you won't be able to leave this swamp anyway," the Necromancer seemed to be very magnanimous.
"Why are you so confident?" Mofan asked.
"It's simple …"
The Necromancer smiled. He slowly raised his other hand, as if he was holding something.
As he raised his hand, the swamp that had turned into a black ocean began to tremble. The ground that was initially big enough for a person to stand on began to collapse into the swamp.
The ground was where the soldiers of the Federation Army were resting. Now that the ground was collapsing, the soldiers had no choice but to look for plants nearby and climb onto some old trees.
However, they did not realize that it was the old cassia trees that were causing such a huge commotion in the swamp!
This time, Mofan did not need to use the Chaos Element.
The old cassia trees pulled their roots out from the thick mud. Even though they were not standing upside down, their true appearance was clearly visible to the soldiers.
A single terrifying Skeletal Demon Tree was already enough to scare the soldiers like wild ducks. Now, a group of them had appeared around them!
Those seemingly ordinary old cassia trees in the swamp … were simply the stems and leaves of carrots. When you tried to pull out these small stems and leaves, you would never know what kind of giant thing was underneath the soil!
The Skeleton Ghost Trees could move, but even though they were slow, their branches and leaves could stretch out for hundreds of meters.
For a moment, the Federation soldiers felt as if they had fallen into a primitive forest. The only difference was that the trees were skeletons. It was a sinister and terrifying forest of skeletons!
"A single Departed Soul Essence is a precious seed, and it can be nurtured into a stalk!" The Necromancer displayed his dominance on the battlefield while answering Mofan's questions fearlessly.
Mofan nodded.
So that was the case.
The necromancer had worked for the Brown Rebels, but he had also benefited greatly from the war.
He kept collecting the corpses of the soldiers, turning them into skeletons under the swamp, and then increasing and strengthening his undead abilities.
No wonder he would say that war was a beautiful spring for necromancers …
"So, you were the one who took out the scouts that the Federation sent here before. You must be a great general of the Brown Rebels!" Mofan said.
Necromancer Bucker was startled again.
Was this little brother from the Federation Army blind?
Could he not see there were nine Skeleton Ghost Trees in the swamp?
Apart from the Skeleton Ghost Trees, there were at least three thousand skeleton soldiers in the swamp.
Wasn't he worried that he was going to be torn to pieces by five horses? Why wasn't he begging for mercy? What the hell was he asking?
Did he really need Mofan to waste his breath on him?
He, Necromancer Bucker, was overseeing this swamp. No matter how many soldiers of the Federation came here, they were all sacrificed to his undead furnace.
In the Brown Rebels, he was an undead general who could take on thousands of enemy soldiers without a single soldier.
Most importantly, he was an Necromancer.
Death was the most common thing on the battlefield. Death would provide a Necromancer with endless magic, so he would only grow stronger!
"I don't think he's a scout for the Brown Rebels. He's just a fierce watchdog," Mubai commented.
Mofan nodded.
What a pity.
If Bucker was a scout, it would be easier for them to infiltrate the swamp after taking him out.
"Watchdog????" Necromancer Bucker was so angry that the skin on his face was about to burst open!
"He's fierce," Mofan added.
Asshole!
Who cared if he was fierce or not?
A watchdog?
Was he a watchdog for the Brown Rebels in the swamp?
"I killed 4,560 soldiers of the Federation! Why don't you look around you? Do you think you can make it out alive? "Necromancer Bucker yelled.
"You said 4,570," Mofan corrected him.
Asshole!
Who would be able to remember such a large number of people?
That was not the main point.
The main point was that everyone in the swamp was going to die. It did not matter how many scouts the Federation Army sent, Bucker would still kill them all!
"I think I was too focused on the words of a bunch of people who are about to turn into my skeleton soldiers," Bucker took a deep breath.
It was unnecessary to be angry with people who were about to die.
Bucker was a watchdog, but what about the soldiers who were about to turn into skeleton soldiers?
"I won't let the Life-Hanging Flies devour you. I'll hang you on the branches while you're still breathing and let you bleed dry. I'll let your corpses slowly dry and turn you into skeletons after a long period of torture!" Necromancer Bucker said viciously.
"It's raining here, and the wind in the swamp is too humid. The corpses will only rot if they're hung on the trees. They won't dry out. As an Necromancer, you should know how the corpses change under different climates. You're not good enough, "Mofan said.
The words "I'm not good enough" echoed in Bucker's mind like thunder.
He was about to suffocate!
Why did he have to talk to the dead? He should have just killed them all. He would not have to suffocate like this!
"Die for me!!!!" Necromancer Bucker roared furiously.
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