My magic can merge

Chapter 2 Arrival in the City of the Undead
Merck shuttled between the woods, and there was silence in the woods.

The towering ancient trees cover the sky and the sun.

Looking up, the sun is shining through the shade among the leaves, like stars twinkling in the sky, a little dazzling, but very crystal clear and beautiful, revealing an elusive tranquility.

The light and shadow shining through the gaps in the leaves, looming and swaying melodiously from side to side.

Looking from the woods at one end to the other, the endless green seems a bit hollow, and it should be a budding bud, but it is slowly falling to the ground by the wind like a blade.

The hare hiding behind the bushes looked around with timid eyes, not knowing whether it was going to come out to look for food or come to enjoy the only tender green scenery nearby.

It quickly turns into food though.

Since Merck is only a fifth-level magic apprentice now, his magic attainment is very low, and he can't cast spells at all after losing his staff.

Feeling the violent frost magic in his body, Merck kept condensing these magic energy particles in his palm.

Ten seconds later, a sharp ice arrow was condensed.

Merck held the arrow in his right hand and threw it in the direction of the rabbit.

"whoosh"

The arrow instantly pierced through the body of the rabbit that was grazing, and warm blood flowed out from the wound.

The rabbit's limbs kept kicking around, and the bloody eyes showed deep fear, trying to prop up its body and leave this place.

It's a pity that everything is in vain, its vitality is passing by quickly, and it turned into a corpse in a short time.

Merck grabbed the rabbit's ear with his left hand, and condensed an ice skate with his right hand.

The fur of the rabbit was roughly separated, and the most essential part of the rabbit meat was separated out in just 3 minutes.

Then he discarded the rest of the rabbit.

Merk didn't care about lighting a fire, and he didn't dare to start a fire.

He knew that these few minutes had already attracted the predators in the jungle, and they would arrive here soon, so he could only replenish his strength as soon as possible.

Merck resisted his body's instinctive resistance to raw meat, grabbed the rabbit meat and bit it down.

The blood accumulated in the rabbit's body sprayed his face, and a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils.

Merck almost spit it out. Raw meat is not only unpalatable, but especially unpalatable.

He didn't need to think about parasites, after all, he was about to go to the capital of the undead to absorb the power of death, and the vitality of these parasites would instantly wither under the power of death.

Is there a force more violent than death in this world?

Ignoring the feelings of the taste buds, Merck finished eating the rabbit meat in his hand with a painful expression.

Merck's face was covered with blood, and the blood on the corner of his mouth was the thickest, like a demon crawling out of hell to choose someone to devour, ferocious and terrifying.

The emptiness in the stomach disappeared, and some of the energy consumed was replenished.

But with that comes nausea, a strong urge to vomit.

He restrained this feeling, mobilized some of the frost magic energy particles in his body to gather in his stomach, and used the cold to dispel this feeling.

Then, Merck walked to the edge of the swamp, took some water from the foul-smelling puddle, wiped it on his face, and kept rinsing.

He tried to stop himself from imagining what the puddle was, but he couldn't.

The pungent smell is probably a mixture of urine and feces from other swamp creatures.

But he had to do this, if he didn't wash off the bloody smell on his body, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to reach the capital of the undead, and he would become food for some predators.

After rinsing was almost done, Merck wiped the sleeve of his robe on his left arm to wipe off the water stains on his face, and continued on his way. It was not too far from the capital of the undead.

Just a few steps away, Merck heard the roar of the beast where he was just now.

Several ferocious beasts began to bite, their thick canine teeth could tear off a large piece of flesh and blood as long as they touched the opponent's body.

In an instant, the area became a slaughterhouse and a meat grinder.

And their purpose is only for the remains of a rabbit.

How ironic!

Merck ignored them, and had no intention of eating melons to watch the show.

Maybe if you eat melons and eat them, you will become the melons you eat.

Immortals fight, and mortals suffer. If you want to watch a movie, you must first have the ability to watch a movie. Merck obviously knows this very well.

He continued to walk towards the depths of the forest, and the whispers of the lost forest elves gradually sounded in his ears.

"Go to the right, there is a huge python ahead!"

"Don't listen to him, go to the back, there are werewolves on the right blocking you."

"You guys are so bad, go ahead, there are undead behind, they will eat you!"

Merck knew that his spiritual attributes were no longer enough to resist the influence of the depths of the forest on the mind, but this further showed that the capital of the undead was just around the corner.

He covered his ears with his hands, and kept repeating in his mouth:

"Don't listen or listen to bastard chanting scriptures, ignore bastard is you."

Simple and rude methods often have miraculous effects, such as now.

Merck could no longer hear the bewitching of these annoying elves.

The words of these elves may be true or false, but many of the creatures they speak are true.

For example, there are undead in front, and there is really a python nearby, just 50 meters to the right of Merck.

Moreover, it is a low-level monster with partial atavism, with horns on its head and a body length of 30 meters. It even comprehends the magic of the earth system, and its strength is terrifying.

Merck just passed away with death, and luck once again favored him.

The night was already deep, and the moonlight was shining brightly in the distant sky.

Looking down from the sky not covered by any clouds, in the middle of a quiet virgin forest, a huge black centipede like a majestic mountain is slowly crawling across.

Wherever it went, the trees staggered and broke, like the traces left by a giant python crawling across the grass.

The soil and gravel shot in all directions along the place it passed by, and thousands of huge gastropods smashed to the ground in a staggered way, and the cracks in the ground spread in a staggered manner, collapsing in all directions like cracks in the ice surface.

On the mountain range, there is a city.

Even after countless years of changes, it can't erase its once majestic magnificence.

There is no living body for several kilometers around, and even the most tenacious weeds can't be found here.

There are many gray flowers blooming here, exuding a foul smell.

But the smell intoxicated Merck, it was so sweet to him, it made him feel at home.

There are also a large number of piranhas, with bloody mouths full of fangs, leaving yellow-green corrosive saliva from time to time, and there is a "hissing" sound when they fall on the ground, exuding the smell of death. of fear.

Dilapidation, chaos, and death are synonymous here.

This is the capital of the undead, the holy place in the hearts of the undead!
(End of this chapter)