Chapter 379 Necromancer Mutual Aid Association
Pale, hundreds of pale bone souls swept across the battlefield, and Mu Hua finally realized that perhaps the paleness in the mouths of the undead did not entirely refer to their skeletons.
The bone souls turned into pale curtains, and the position looked far away. A large number of monsters that were eyeing the mage position fell silently, and with strange cries, all the monsters within a radius of more than a kilometer fled.
Liches, a group of nearly 300 liches approached the position first.
Liches are not scary. Even ordinary necromancers have the opportunity to transform themselves into liches if they prepare the necessary materials.
But 300 liches that can fly and throw bone souls are a bit scary.
After casting spells together, some bone souls turned back. Among this group of liches, at least 80% of the individuals were flying around enhanced bone souls.
Perhaps if any of the liches were pulled out, Mu Hua would have the confidence to knock it down. But if this group of liches messed with him together, I'm afraid they would beat him up in a minute and he couldn't take care of himself.
These three hundred human liches have one thing in common, that is, they all have slave marks on their foreheads.
This is a cruel method similar to a slavery contract, and these liches should have voluntarily accepted the slavery of a certain human.
Yes, voluntarily.
Liches will not completely lose their emotions, but the price of becoming a lich is to lose their sensibility. The remaining rationality makes them non-staff members of the undead clan.
But no matter how non-staff, they are also undead.
Some liches' feelings for humans come from rational cognition, and they no longer have humanity and emotions.
And this group of liches should be the kind of existence mentioned above. In order to avoid persecuting humans, they transformed into liches and accepted the slavery of friends who trusted each other.
Yes, it is mutual trust, because the slave mark is not a slavery contract after all. It allows the master to explore the slave's thoughts and punish the slave.
But the person who controls the slave mark cannot prevent the slave from self-mutilation and suicide.
These liches do not want to deny their human identity, so reason makes them stand on the side of humans. But they will still practice and grow, and the remaining rationality will not make them willing to simply become tools of others.
They have enough means to let death affect their masters when they commit suicide. Without a certain trust and connection, normal people dare not give slave marks to liches.
In order to ensure the lich's heart, slave marks are the safety valve set by humans for liches, and it is also the only way for liches to maintain their legal human identity.
There is nothing to be proud of in the human identity for the undead. Without mental interference, liches who are forcibly slave-marked may explode at any minute.
Therefore, these liches are more willing to accept slave marks, and they are willing to rationally insist on their human identity.
Three hundred liches, about one hundred necromancers, although these necromancers may have high-level spellcasting abilities, compared with the number of coalition forces, the proportion of necromancers in combat professionals is still very low.
The lich in the robe lowered the flight altitude, with a dry face and cold eyes that seemed to be cold and flaming, like a group of terrifying nightmares. They did not enter the mage position, but floated several meters above the ground on the periphery of the mage position.
They looked around with cold eyes, but when their eyes fell on Mu Hua, Mu Hua felt obvious emotional fluctuations from them.
Bowing and saluting, the liches did not communicate with Mu Hua, but they all performed a single-handed chest-touching etiquette towards Mu Hua.
Mu Hua's face was solemn, with no sadness or joy on his face, but he was panicking in his heart.
What's going on? What are these guys doing?
Being treated respectfully by a group of liches who could beat him so hard that his mother couldn't recognize him was still very scary. Mu Hua had never experienced such a scene.
Very cool, but also very panicking.
But because it was cool, Mu Hua consciously suppressed his panic in his heart.
Damn, although I don't understand the situation, I have to pretend, right?
Riding on the Purgatory Warhorse, Mu Hua accepted the lich's salute as a matter of course, and he even waved his arm at the liches in a rather generous manner, indicating that there was no need for courtesy.
Of course, after waving, he still secretly observed the reactions of the liches, and confirmed that they had no aversion, before Mu Hua continued to sit on the warhorse and pose.
His thoughts were spinning wildly, and Mu Hua had already vaguely guessed that the attitude of these liches towards him should be due to his identity as the Pale Lord.
It is indeed better to be a lich who is willing to be a human. Even if he is already very powerful, he will still give enough respect to those who have obtained the status of the Pale Lord as a human.
The wild undead on the Abyss Island either avoided him or regarded him as a fellow, and never took the initiative to kowtow to him. . .
Thinking about it in his mind, the group of necromancers also came to the vicinity of the mage camp.
Some of these necromancers rode purgatory warhorses, some rode skeleton warhorses, and some flew by themselves, but none of them rode on the constructed undead like Vivian.
They were far away from the mage's position, some dismounted, some landed, their robes swung, their staffs slammed into the ground, and walked towards the position in a very impressive way.
When they saw Mu Hua, who was guarded by a group of Terror Riders and Dragon Tooth Soldiers, they were obviously surprised, and saw that one of the old and beardless necromancers quickened his pace and walked near Mu Hua.
"Theodore Derrick greets you. Excuse me, are you from the Land of Eternal Life?" The old mage asked Mu Hua.
The Land of Eternal Life, or the City of Eternal Life, should be the territory of the Seventh Kingship.
"No, I have only seen ghosts and gods, and I don't know the king." Mu Hua frowned slightly and looked down at Theodore.
Oh no, he was pretending to be too devoted. Mu Hua felt that he couldn't come down a bit, and he even brought out the name of ghosts and gods to show off.
By the way, he and Tao Lesi didn't communicate for a few minutes in total. Is it really good to always talk about ghosts and gods? Mu Hua felt guilty.
He wanted to be polite to this old necromancer, but his expression management was not in place. The style he put on was more than a group of high-level necromancers in front of him.
"Haha, congratulations, young necromancer, I wish you to achieve ghosts and gods as soon as possible and establish the city of the dead." Osido didn't seem to be angry because of Mu Hua's arrogance. After hearing that Mu Hua didn't know the seventh person, he looked at Mu Hua a little closer.
Achieve ghosts and gods? The city of the dead? Mu Hua didn't know what Osido said was.
But, since I've already pretended, I have to hold on for a while, right?
"Thank you." Mu Hua smiled friendly and nodded to Osido calmly.
"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome. The outside world often has prejudices against necromancers. We are all members of the Necromancer Mutual Aid Association."
"Have you heard of the Borderlands? It's a relatively loose organization. Otherwise, you can join a group first?" Osido raised his arm and showed a ring on his left hand. A magic network interface appeared in front of him.
Mu Hua: "..."
Look at the headless knights and dragon teeth soldiers under Mu Hua's command, look at the big demons around Mu Hua, and the flocks of ravens also make Osido feel pleasing to the eye.
At this time, Osido likes Mu Hua so much.
When people mention necromancers, they always think of the seventh kingship, but there are also many necromancers who are unwilling to surrender to the seventh and are unwilling to find a boss for themselves inexplicably.
Unlike demons and witches, human necromancers are all pure humans. They have no psychological barriers and do not need any recognition from the devil.
Let alone seeking recognition, because they are used to controlling the undead, necromancers generally have some "big boss" temperament.
Willful, unruly, and self-centered, they have not eaten the seventh person's half an ounce of grain along the way, why should they be controlled and assigned by the seventh person?
Because the necromancers of this era are relatively niche, and the reputation of necromancers is not very good, some necromancers also keep each other warm.
This necromancer mutual aid association called "No Man's Land" is such an existence.
It is not a serious organization, but a group of necromancers who have created a group on the magic network. If they encounter any difficulties, they can chat with everyone in the group. If they find that there is money to be made in a courtyard, they can also call some "like-minded" people to form a team to cross the undead. . .
The tense and serious atmosphere was broken by Osido's grouping. Mu Hua was somewhat confused and was pulled into a communication group by Osido.
Observing the situation of Mu Hua and Osido, when they confirmed that Mu Hua had joined the group, many necromancers on the scene gave Mu Hua a kind smile.
Nodding to Mu Hua again, Osido was very happy that he had brought an incredible newcomer to the "Borderless Land".
"Okay, everyone, let's get started. Don't let those women look down on us." Osido raised his arms and shouted, and the nearby necromancers and liches began to summon their own undead.
The women in Osido's mouth probably refer to the group of witches with "wow" figures and looks.
A group of mages, including liches, responded to Osido with a roar.
I saw several ferocious bone dragons crawling out from the gaps between the constructs, and the Terror Knights, Death Knights, Black Armored Generals, Bone Seas and Corpse Demons, and more than a hundred Undead Mages pulled out a terrifying force in a moment.
Although Mu Hua also wanted to be shocked, for some reason, he always felt a little powerless.
Mutual assistance and exchange group? No Man's Land? At this time, there were still many people in his group interface who greeted him and welcomed him to join, and some even asked him to report his gender and measurements. . .
Where is the coldness you promised? Where is the unruly?
There is a war going on here, okay? What is this guy talking about? ? ? (End of this chapter)