Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 153 Warrior

Thanks to the unique form of existence and connection of blight creatures.

The battle ended quickly as the two bosses fell to the ground one after another.

The Blight Beast lost its fighting spirit and its previous discipline, and quickly collapsed, dying and escaping.

Instead of escaping back to the Blight Scar, they scattered in all directions.

After a brief silence, the combatants all cheered for their lives.

Then, the inventory of battle damage began.

Although the process was easier than imagined, the result was far more tragic than imagined.

Although he defeated more than a thousand enemies, including two bosses.

But with the help of so much high technology, nearly 50 people still died.

Among them, nearly 80% of the elf refugees selected by Old Qiao died, accounting for the vast majority. He himself was also injured.

If nothing else, these forty lives will be the basis for the refugees to establish themselves in Green Leaf Town.

Everyone will see them and remember them.

The respect and remembrance of the dead are then transformed into compassion and projected onto the living.

Old Joe was better at doing business than Heine imagined, and he was more ruthless.

The survivors cleaned the battlefield, dealt with wounds, and treated the wounded.

At this time Linumu's tree people came in handy.

These stupid little tree people can actually transfer the power of withering! ?

"How did you do it?" Heine couldn't help but ask.

Under the Eyes of the Dead, the withering power infected in Linumu's body was like a black leech, incredibly flexible.

But as he held the hand of a little tree man, the leech dug into the wooden pile with all its strength.

Then I couldn't swim anymore.

After the infection withered, the little tree man lost a few leaves and his movements became stiffer.

So Heine broke off the arm that carried the power of withering, and it regained its flexibility.

"A serendipitous discovery."

Linumu showed a mature smile.

"But I haven't found a way to 'cure blight' yet, so this transfer is just an escape, not a solution."

Heine stared at the broken branch that fell to the ground.

Indeed, the spirit embers will not disappear, and this black thread cannot be put into a bottle by him as anger.

The "dead Yuanling" seems to be the starting point of evolution. Currently, he has been exposed to three directions of mutation:

1.Silver element and elemental soldiers.

2. Dark anger.

3. This "withering power" in front of you.

But he didn't know whether the three could be transformed into each other.

But what is certain is that Quelkus, the legendary ancestral tree that can summon all creatures in the sanctuary, uses the embers threads he can see to control these withered creatures.

This is probably what the so-called thinking connection is all about.

When they go out to fight, the "elites" in the team are small mobile base stations that can receive and manage signals.

During the fight, you also need to lay a layer of germ blanket under your feet to assist with control.

And he, as a psychic, was actually able to seize the opportunity to seize power and participate in it...

This is very strange.

Although most of the threads were "stretched" due to the distance, a small part was still connected to him.

From Blightbeast Captive.

The connection was subtle, and he could feel their fear.

At this time, Bedivere led someone to pull over the corpse of a bug man.

He was still holding Teacher Xia's head in his arms.

"Why is it so tragic?"

Heine couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Is such that……"

Beckham described the battle.

After hearing this, Heine couldn't help but sigh that these guys were really cruel.

At the same time, Mr. Sa also finished listening to Wei Dianyuan's narration.

After listening, he also said sincerely: "Indeed, Brother Yang is really useless!"

Wei Dianyuan: "Looking at what you said, how do I feel that you want to optimize Brother Yang?"

Teacher Xia: "Indeed, Mr. Sa's rebelliousness is a bit obvious, isn't it?"

Mr. Sa: "Don't talk nonsense. This is what my eldest brother meant. He asked me to hide it from Brother Yang when he was shaking people, and then he took Xiaobei to the battlefield. You can appreciate it carefully."

...

At this time someone asked: "Sir, what should I do with these two corpses?"

Heine thought for a while: "The carapace of this insect is extremely hard and suitable for use as a shield. Let's send it to Panshi Town by airship. As for the other one... let's pull it back first."

...

Mr. Sa: "Ah, this..."

The other two people: "It's broken."

Then, amidst the laughter of the two, Mr. Sa fell into silence.

……

Although it is late at night, the lights in Greenleaf Town are brightly lit.

The triumphant team returned not only with exciting news, but also with the horrific corpses of withered creatures. With their death, the power of withering dissipates.

Either it seeped into the ground, or it floated in the direction of the withering scar.

The elven refugees have long heard of or seen the invincible blight.

This is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them.

It was the first time for the locals of Greenleaf Town to see such a terrifying thing.

Especially the two brothers Hua Wen and Hua Wu shocked many people when they appeared.

In comparison, the monsters, undead, etc. in the McCalla Mountains are nothing short of childish.

Bedivere walked at the front of the line and was showered with the most praise.

Regardless of the reputation during this period and the credit in this battle, this face is also suitable for being the first to bear flowers and applause.

Forget it Heine.

He doesn't like this, and he doesn't need it.

He was always just a consultant, George's spokesman.

This is his promise to Arthur and his positioning of himself.

Moreover, he hated being a hero, it was more of a constraint.

He had arrived at the lumberyard at the speed of light and held a combat meeting with Jianglu, Linumu, Dylan, and the awakened Tuba.

"For now, this team lacks enough front row players." Jiang Lu concluded.

"Most of our firepower is long-range. Without Mr. Dylan's undead and Linumu's trees, the casualties would have been even more severe."

Dylan twitched his lips: "In the eyes of a country bumpkin like me, the best infantry in the world are in Eternal Dawn. We can't cooperate with them, right?"

Tuba: "In fact, there are also some warriors among the dwarves who are good at charging into battle. Our close connection with the earth cannot be underestimated."

Linumu: "Or, can we cooperate with the Shadow Temple? The Black Knights of the North are also a good choice, and Mr. Heine has close ties with them."

His eyes focused on Heine's face.

Heine shook his head: "Instead of relying on external forces, it is better to think about the local 'warriors'."

Everyone was speechless.

The local soldiers are indeed the best infantry, and can even be said to be textbook level.

Other professions may require a large amount of energy control and application in their training, but the warriors in the McCalla Mountains do not.

They are pure warriors.

"But they can't go on such a battlefield. They lack resistance and can't withstand the power of withering. They may switch sides in the middle of the fight." The wood elf said.

Jiang Lu: "Yes, and the strongest warrior currently is only level 4... He is Lord Arthur. Maybe this is the limit of a warrior."

Snapped

Heine snapped his fingers, and Saberia was pulled out.

When he came out, he was still squatting on the ground and protecting his head with his hands, obviously being beaten by Nobita.

Feeling light all over, he looked around with his peripheral vision, and then stood up with a straight face.

"You are looking for me..."

"We plan to use troops against the Blight Scar," Heine said bluntly.

Not only Saberia, but also the rest of the people were shocked by his words.

No, you didn’t say that just now?

Although they knew that such a day would come sooner or later, no one would have thought that it would be brought up like this.

And it would be so sloppy...

"Are you surprised?"

Heine smiled at everyone:

"How many times can they launch a war of this magnitude? Three times? Five times? It shouldn't be a problem, right?

"They can, but how many times can our guys hold up? It's clear that the other side is wearing us down.

“Maybe we can survive this winter at a heavy cost, but in this way, they can survive too.

"In other words, the other party won't lose anything, and we won't make any profit... We don't do this kind of business."

Saberia snorted coldly: "What does this have to do with me?"

"This will help you atone."

Heine stared at him:

"We're looking for a way to cleanse the blight, and I think I have an idea.

"You have two choices, either continue to keep a straight face and act cool. After I solve the problem, this matter has nothing to do with you.

"Either you cooperate with me, but this will not make the name of Jungle Wind resound in this forest, because you are not worthy."

Sabelia's face turned even darker.

"but--"

Heine changed the subject: “This will save a lot of people.

“Not just humans, but elves, dwarves, many, many people.

"So, you choose."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Saberia's face, except Heine.

He's picking his nails.

It's not that he's trying to be pretentious, but he really doesn't care.

There was one last way he could go.

The trade between Duoduo and Simon has begun to take shape, and "Rick Eisley's" money has been laundered, and he can buy the cheapest fire without being discovered.

He also has a floating city.

At worst, he would drive into the floating city and sit on that Quirkus' face. He didn't believe that this wasn't a serious injury.

But this is a last resort.

Saberia's eyes flickered, and just when Heine was waiting impatiently, he finally made a decision.

"What do you want to ask?"

(End of this chapter)