From Skeleton Soldiers to King of the Undead

Damn it, let me do the dirty work?

Blake was secretly angry.

He decided to threaten Phillip severely when he got back today, and get back all the bad temper he had received today on the young man.

However, when the two came to the territory of flesh and blood slimes, they found that there was only a big pile of lifeless rotten flesh left here.

Blake was a little surprised: "Is this the body of a slime? Someone took action before us?"

"This monster is not easy to deal with..." Scar's expression at this time was rare and serious, without any trace of frivolity or laughter.

Suddenly his eyes moved, he knelt down and picked up the remains of a poisonous demon bee from the ground.

"Strange, why are there poisonous demon bees here?"

As far as he knew, the nearest poisonous bee nest should be far away, and the group of poisonous insects should not leave their territory.

"Big Beard, what do you think?" Scar suddenly turned his head and asked Blacksmith Black.

Black said: "Obviously, it was the poisonous demon bee that bit the slime to death."

Scar sneered: "Idiot, monsters will not leave their territory, let alone go out of their way to dig up magic stones."

Blake added: "That's what the people from the Great Sword Mercenary Group did. The Undead Mountains are so dangerous, and the residents in the town are cowards. Apart from our Eagle Group, they are the only ones who have the courage to go deep here."

He looked a little proud, feeling that he had discovered important information: "It seems that they have entered the mountain first. We must go back and report quickly, and we cannot let them take away all the prey."

Scar sneered mercilessly and said: "You are still an idiot. Does a man with a big sword need to use a poisonous demon bee to deal with a slime?"

Now the blacksmith shut his mouth tightly and stopped talking.

"Big Beard, you rookie, please remember that a mature mercenary will patiently look for all the details."

Scar crushed the magic bee in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up, walking to several shoe prints.

"Have you seen these shoe prints? These are not left by humans. The weight of a living person cannot be so light. These are the footprints of skeleton monsters or skeleton soldiers with only skeletons left in their bodies."

Scar's face was calm, showing his rich experience in the industry.

He sneered and pulled out the scimitar from his waist, walked to the slime's body, "Let me see how this big guy was killed."

After saying that, under the astonished gaze of the blacksmith, he struck down with his knife without hesitation.

The ornately decorated sharp sword was immediately stained with filth, and the dead monster was cut into pieces one after another by the mercenaries with terrifying eyes.

The smelly and disgusting juice splashed onto Scar's body and even his face, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it off without any care.

Soon, the slime's body was cut into pieces, and the stomach bag inside was also peeled away.

Scar peeled open the black sticky substance and found undigested maidenhair vines and intestines, as well as the remains of poisonous bees inside.

He put his nose up and smelled it, and immediately showed a surprised expression, "This is the intestines of a rotting corpse, and it is full of the smell of corpse poison."

At this time, the blacksmith standing not far away was already retching.

Scar threw away the things in his hands and came to the final conclusion: "It's a very strong taste and a very clever way. Mix the poisonous bees in the intestines of the corpse and let the slime eat it, and you can easily poison the corpse." Big guy with a big brain.”

The blacksmith spit out the acidic water in his mouth and said with a painful expression: "Then who did this disgusting thing?"

"No no no!"

Scar stretched out an index finger and shook it repeatedly, "It's not anyone, but a cunning monster, a skeleton monster with weak power but wisdom."

The blacksmith looked in disbelief, "You think a skeleton monster can be intelligent? Impossible, the intelligence of those skeletons is not even as good as that of insects!"

As we all know, the skeleton monster is a pitiful, weak, helpless, and brainless monster.

In the eyes of the blacksmith, asking the skeleton monster to do such a complicated thing is like asking a pig to paint with a pen in its mouth, and the paintings are sold for more money than people.

Scar said: "Of course, most skeleton monsters have no intelligence, but there is a very small chance that it will retain the memory and thinking ability of its lifetime. This is common sense among mercenaries, you ignorant blacksmith. !”

He clenched his fist and punched the blacksmith on the shoulder, "This rare monster is very precious. As long as we catch it alive and sell it to nobles with perverted hobbies, or perverted mages who like to study monsters, we can make a lot of money." One stroke!”

"Really?" Blake showed an expression of surprise. He had always dreamed of getting rich.

"So, you and I have to keep this thing we discovered today a secret. Do you understand?"

Scar snapped his fingers, with a smile on his lips, "In order to prevent others from suspecting, we need to cover each other, find this precious prey first, and capture it alive!"

The blacksmith smiled and nodded, and asked expectantly: "How much can you give me after you catch it?"

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Scar smiled and patted the blacksmith's thick shoulder, the scars on his face even more ferocious.

…

After returning to the town, blacksmith Blake couldn't hide his joy.

Humming a little tune, he came to the door of young Philip's house and started banging on the door.

"Philip! I'm here to collect debt! You still owe me 995 copper coins. Have you saved enough?"

The thin boy who was hiding in the room studying the necromancer's notes was so frightened that he quickly stuffed the notes under the mattress.

After confirming that he had hidden the notes, he looked confused for a moment before walking quickly to the door.

Phillip did not open the door directly, but coughed twice slightly and said in a low voice: "Uncle Black, I seem to be sick and feel a little uncomfortable. If you have anything to do, let's talk about it next time?"

After some consideration, he wanted to persuade the blacksmith to stop by pretending to be sick.

However, the next second, the wooden door that had been in disrepair was knocked open.

The blacksmith, who looked like a black bear, rushed in with a ferocious smile on his face, grabbed the young man's neck, lifted him up, and finally pressed him hard on the bed.

"Little bastard! If you want to lie to me, you can't pretend to be sick to avoid debt..." He strangled Phillip's neck until the boy's eyes turned white and he almost lost consciousness.

Phillip knelt on the ground and coughed desperately, gasping for air, tears and runny nose flowing out.

His eyes were full of fear, and he felt like he was about to be strangled to death just now.

Seeing the young man's miserable state, the blacksmith felt very happy and relaxed.

He knelt down, grabbed the boy's hair, and said proudly: "Hey, little bastard, this is your punishment for pretending to be sick and trying to lie to me."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go, but next time I come again, you have to open the door immediately. Do you understand? Otherwise..."

Blake pinched Phillip's little jig hard and left laughing.

"Damn Blake..."

Phillip covered his neck and waited for a while before getting up from the ground.

"When I summon the first undead monster, I will kill you..." The young man's eyes showed a trace of hatred and became more determined.

He bit off a finger and began to draw the summoning circle on the ground.