The Undead Calamity of the Magical Continent 12 (2+3 updates)

But the real magic of the spiritual network is not limited to these. When Dorn clicked on another icon, he was shocked and astonished again.

He originally thought that no matter how wonderful this map was, it would not be better than the maps drawn by human countries at great expense of manpower and financial resources.

It turned out that his thinking was too narrow.

Dorne couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Looking at the extremely real display in the spiritual network, it seemed as if he was really in a map of another real world. Not only could he shrink and expand it as he controlled it, but he could also see every blade of grass and every tree clearly.

No matter how precisely most maps are drawn, there will be times when you can't find your specific destination. But once you have this map, even someone with a poor sense of direction will never get lost again.

They could even move the map, allowing ordinary people to glimpse the road ahead in advance, just as a mage could with his true eye. His brain was buzzing, and he muttered, "God of Creation, this is simply a miracle."

This is equivalent to anyone, even an ordinary person without any natural abilities, being able to instantly master several abilities through the spell of Spirit Network. Even legendary wizards may not be able to do this.

Dorne: "Such a magical and precious spell, are you really going to give it away for free?"

No matter how precious these plants are, they are definitely not as important as a handheld spiritual network. He couldn't understand why the undead clan would give away a spiritual network for free just to sell these plants.

He was truly heartbroken.

Luo Chen said meaningfully: "Only when the number of users increases can the spiritual network play its true role and effect."

Dorn's heart was shocked.

In other words, what the necromancer really wanted to sell was not these plants, but the spiritual net that seemed to come with it.

He suddenly realized something.

If we really only sell the spiritual network, what price should we set for such a magical spiritual network that will definitely cause a shock to the world?

Hundreds of thousands of dollars?

But in this case, how many people can afford it?

Although he still couldn't understand why the spiritual network would only show its true value and effect when more people used it, he couldn't empathize with the nobles and kings. His first reaction was that ordinary people and even civilians would no longer be ignorant if they had this spiritual network.

They now have a channel to understand the outside world.

Not being able to read or understand the common language, or being trapped in a small place, are no longer stumbling blocks for them.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart, relatives can still communicate through the forum and even see each other's appearance through the camera function.

Dawn had already made up his mind.

He wants to stay here.

In addition to helping the undead sell their spirit nets, they can also find a place to settle down for these homeless refugees.

Of course, there is one most important reason.

He didn't know who created this spiritual network spell, and this thing was currently in the hands of these undead. Although his power was small, he could at least persuade the undead to change their minds before they had the intention of harming humans.

Then, Dorn mentioned that there would be orc refugees passing through here during this period. "The orcs have hounds that can smell humans. With so many of us gathered together, they will definitely discover us."

Orcs have no interest in the undead.

The undead were poor and had nothing to eat. Even their bones were hard and had no meaty taste. Even dogs wouldn't eat them.

Luo Chen's consciousness was completely in control of Death Mountain. He had of course noticed the orc refugees that had appeared that morning. He nodded, his soul fire as calm as ever, without any emotional fluctuations due to the orc refugees. He said, "The Undead will still abide by the agreement and protect you."

Dawn's anxious heart was completely relieved, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude and shame. "Thank you very much."

Luo Chen pointed to the houses not far away and said, "You can stay in these houses for now, and move in when the houses on the mountain next door are finished."

The undead like to live underground the most. There are almost no undead living in that house, which is just right for these refugees who need shelter from the wind and rain to have a good rest.

Dawn thanked him again.

When he was about to turn around and leave, the undead behind him suddenly called him and handed him the palm spirit net he had just used: "This is for you."

Dawn was stunned and quickly took a few steps back, "I can't take something so precious."

The undead on the other side stared at him, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter. "The Palm Spiritual Network will automatically bind to the first user who uses it. Of course, if you need a real Spiritual Network, that's also available."

The real spiritual network?

Dawn opened his mouth, but was so shocked by Luo Chen's words that he couldn't utter a word. After a long while, he said cautiously, "Is it really okay?"

"Of course, if you don't mind this spiritual network being bound to your soul."

Dorn heard the other party's kind reminder, but to him, there was nothing worth the other party's coveting. Even if the other party wanted to take his soul, how could it be more important than seeing the real spiritual network.

He said seriously, "I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mark that could be erased was imprinted on Dorn's soul. The faint golden light was so soft that it did not alert people. Instead, people could not help but want to get close to it.

More importantly, a translucent spell frame appeared in his sea of consciousness, and the content was exactly the same as the palm spirit network just now.

He took a few steps back in shock and couldn't help but turn his eyes away.

The spell frame still existed in his mind, and it seemed to be imprinted in his sight. It did not affect his ability to see anything in reality, but he could still see the spell frame clearly.

Dorn gasped, "This spiritual network... am I the only one who can see it?"

"Yes, the spiritual network has no traffic restrictions, but excessive use will cause mental fatigue, and you need to rest for a few hours to recover."

Dorn was still indescribably shocked when he heard about the disadvantages of using the spiritual network. This meant that once the spiritual network was bound to his soul, he could log in and use it at any time.

It doesn't look like the palm-sized spiritual network.

If it is accidentally lost and cannot be found, I don’t know whether I can still use the new Palm Spirit Network.

As for the disadvantages of using the spiritual network.

He felt that this was normal. Even powerful mages had to restore their mental strength through meditation. As an ordinary person, it was already very good for him to be able to use the spiritual network. How could he use the spiritual network all the time without paying any price?

Dorn thanked Luo Chen again and again, saying that he would do his job seriously.

Luo Chen nodded and said in a gentle voice: "If anyone else needs a spiritual network, you can come to me anytime."

Dorn was stunned for a long time, bending over for more than ten seconds before standing up.

When Dorn returned safely, he briefly explained the general situation of the Undead and how they would protect everyone. Finally, he said seriously, "Anyone who doesn't want to join can leave now. Once you choose to join, I will never allow anyone to escape secretly, and I will not allow anyone to betray the Undead unless they harm us. Don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

He knew very well that there was no need for the undead to go to such great lengths to shelter these refugees. These days, refugees were everywhere, not to mention that a small bag of wheat could buy several slaves.

They have nothing worth the undead's attention.

But if these refugees are protected by the undead, but become wary of them and even think of betraying them, this will definitely affect the undead's impression of humans.

Perhaps ordinary humans, even nobles and wizards, will not have the opportunity to use the spirit network spell.

When other races can obtain all the conveniences and benefits through the spiritual network, humans will only continue to fall behind. Falling behind will lead to invasion by other races, and war and death will follow.

He explained the pros and cons of the matter in detail to the refugees, and in return all the refugees solemnly stated that they would never do anything that would harm the interests of mankind and would do their best to serve the dead.

The young man who had the best relationship with Dorn couldn't help but ask, "Dorn, what exactly does that spiritual web you just mentioned look like? Can we also learn such a precious spell?"

The heavy atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

Everyone looked at Dorn in unison. Even though they had encountered various natural and man-made disasters, and even the death of their loved ones, the strong desire to survive often broke through the numbness and despair. They wanted to understand everything about Death Mountain to eliminate the inner anxiety and illusions.

Can they really settle down? They can build houses with their own hands to protect them from wind and rain, and have a piece of land for them to cultivate. They no longer have to worry about being taxed by nobles and having difficulty surviving, and they don’t have to worry about being plundered by bandits, wandering orcs, and other races.

They were protected by the dead.

Everyone followed Dorn forward, one step deep and one step shallow. When they saw the undead on the tower, they subconsciously became nervous and uneasy, but they walked in smoothly. No undead came to stop or hurt them during the whole process.

Dawn led everyone to a group of connected houses, "This is it."

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and stared at the house in a daze.

It looks really good.

The house they used to live in was just a thatched hut. Of course, they could go to the mountain to cut trees and dig stones, and even spend more than ten years to build a solid house, but the village would always be subject to various kinds of plunder, which would only make them more vulnerable to being targeted. It would be better for them to live in a thatched hut, which is safer.

"Have a good rest today. Tomorrow we will split into two groups. One group will build our own house, and the other group will cultivate the land and grow food. The Undead Master said that we can keep 50% of the food for ourselves."

All the refugees were stunned and extremely silent.

The woman holding the baby in her arms suddenly burst into tears and laughter, "That's great, it's really great."

She and her children no longer had to worry about starving to death.

The other refugees seemed to come back to their senses from their trance. Their eyes were red, and they knelt down towards the undead with trembling bodies, kowtowed several times from the bottom of their hearts.

In an instant, all the undead stopped and looked at the refugees with tears in their eyes. The sounds of communication that only the undead could hear came one after another.

“These refugees are living in such a miserable state.”

"I vaguely remember that the village I lived in was also robbed by bandits. My throat was slit and I was thrown into a mass grave. Now that I think about it, even if I were still alive, I wouldn't have been much better off."

Most of the dead have no memories of their previous lives, and their souls lack some sensibility. Such dead souls cannot empathize with humans, nor do they regard humans as their own kind.

They are more like immortal monsters that will turn into killing machines once they are controlled. This is why all races fear the undead.

But the undead whose souls were marked by Luo Chen were different.

Even if the undead have lost their memories of their previous lives, Luo Chen's powerful soul fire will quietly nourish the soul fire of his followers, allowing them to possess the most basic abilities of all living things.

--emotion.

The dead will feel complicated and sad for the suffering these humans have experienced.

One of the undead couldn't help but walk over, and the refugees kneeling on the ground subconsciously became nervous, instinctively feeling fear and at a loss.

The undead seemed to realize this and stopped where it was. Then it pointed at the child in the woman's arms, and the fire of its soul kept flickering.

Like he was saying something.

Everyone became even more nervous and uneasy. The woman instinctively hugged her child tightly, and the undead took a few steps back in annoyance to show that he had no ill intentions.

Everyone was stunned, and the inexplicable tension and uneasiness in their hearts suddenly disappeared, and instead a hint of curiosity and confusion arose.

What is this undead saying?

The undead scratched his head and realized that these humans could not understand the language of the undead. It seemed that they could only communicate in other ways.

He pointed at Dorn, then at the soul fire in his eye sockets, and made a gesture as if he was controlling the spiritual network in his palm.

Dorn hesitated and asked, "Spiritual Network?"

The undead clapped their hands and danced excitedly.

Dorn silently chanted the word "Spirit Net" in his mind, clumsily manipulated the arrow to open the forum, and saw the title of the post on the first line.

【Humans, look here】

He suddenly realized and clicked on the post.

[This child looks very weak and hasn't cried yet. There seem to be sheep deep in the Death Mountains. Do you want me to catch a ewe and feed the child goat's milk?]

Dorn raised his head in a daze and looked at the other person's skull face, which he had found eerie before. Now he could only see full of concern.

He quickly translated the forum content for everyone to hear.

The refugees were stunned for a moment.

This undead... is actually quite nice.

The woman looked hesitant. The child had been barely surviving by eating soup. Perhaps because he was too sensible, or perhaps because he was too weak, he rarely cried during the escape.

She needed goat's milk to feed her baby.

But the dead souls provided them with shelter and would protect them as they lived here. She had no face and no qualifications to ask the dead souls to look for a ewe specifically for their children.

There are very few animals that can live in Death Mountain. That sheep is definitely not an ordinary ewe, so it must be very difficult to catch it.

Dawn said, "Let me take the others with me."

He might not be able to catch the sheep by himself, so taking a few more people with him would give him a better chance.

The undead scratched his head again and gestured for Dorn to read the post and reply.

[It can spit fire, you can't catch it, just focus on farming.]

The undead waved his hand and left without waiting for Dorn to speak.

It was difficult for Dorn to find the kind-hearted undead among these undead with similar appearances, so he could only reply repeatedly in the post to express his gratitude.

He turned to the woman and said, "If we do our duty diligently, it will be the greatest reward and gratitude to the dead souls."

The woman thought of her child and nodded with red eyes.

In the next few days, the refugees began a busy and fulfilling life, waking up from bright, clean and warm rooms during the day. Even without quilts and basic furniture, everyone's face still had an expression full of longing for the future.

During the day, he would go to the neighboring mountains to cultivate the land. At noon, he would pick some edible vegetables and cook them into soup, which he would then eat along with the prey hunted by the undead from the mountains as his staple food.

It can be said that before they became refugees, they had never had meat every meal. The ewes specially captured by the undead were tied in the fence, perhaps because they were magical creatures. In addition to feeding the lambs and babies with goat milk, a little bit of it could be mixed with water to provide nutrition for everyone.

Everyone's face looked much rosier.

The mountains next door are changing every day. The wasteland has been reclaimed into fields and a small bag of grain has been planted. There is a river not far away. Water is carried every day to irrigate the fields and clear some rocks and dead grass.

After finishing all this, they took the wood and stones that the undead had specially helped to cut and processed them for the next step, mixing them with mud and stone powder to lay the foundation for building a house.

The undead are busy too.

Apart from sleeping underground every day, they spend the rest of their time cutting trees and digging stones, and using assembly line operations to produce several baskets of palm-sized spirit network carrier stones.

In addition to practicing, Luo Chen spent most of his time dealing with things related to the spirit network. Until orcs began to appear on the road connecting the mountains to the outside world, he immediately summoned all the undead to be on full alert.

At the same time, the refugees were also advised not to go out.

The refugees were nervous and worried. They didn't know whether these undead could withstand the harassment and attacks of the orc refugees. In addition to silently praying to the Creator God for the safety of the undead, they would also contact Dorne to learn about the undead's movements and situations to ease their inner panic.

"how's it going?"

"Do we really not need help?"

In the evening, even across the mountains, one could feel the solemnity and alertness of the undead on the opposite side. The undead had obviously increased their vigilance, and there were also more than a dozen undead guarding the mountain where they were.

Different undead have different weapons.

The only similarity is that their weapons are made of stone: stone spears with a sharp long triangle on them, stone maces so sharp that they seem to emit a cold light in the sun, and stone machetes with edges that are worn thin to the point of being somewhat transparent.

But these still cannot cover up the fact that stone is inferior to iron.

Although the weapons of those orc refugees were different, and some of them even only had wooden maces, they were extremely numerous and extremely powerful.

These undead spirits, who are only at level zero, can't even defeat humans...

The refugees did not want their good lives to be ruined, and repeatedly expressed their willingness to help fight against the orc refugees.

Dorn rejected all of them. "There were many demons and servants stationed in this mountain before. We couldn't even defeat them at that time, so we had to flee to the side of the undead..."

All the refugees were silent.

Dorn continued, "But when I first arrived here, I checked and there wasn't a single trace of a major battle. This means the Undead easily slaughtered those demons. The Undead's strength far exceeds our imagination."

He saw clearly that there had never been a ghost as vivid and special as the ghosts here. More importantly, he made an extremely shocking discovery during his observations during this period.

That undead spirit that was clearly a second-level spirit was actually extremely respectful to that first-level undead spirit. All undead spirits, including the second-level undead spirits, were actually the followers of that first-level undead spirit!

besides.

All the stones that were made were transformed into a palm-sized spiritual network by the hands of the first-level undead, and added with the nickname of the earliest poster in the spiritual network forum and the golden flame in the avatar.

——It was exactly the same power as that first-level undead's casual display.

This means.

The spiritual network was created by that first-level undead.

The magic of the spiritual network is beyond doubt. Even legendary human wizards could not create a spiritual network that can enable ordinary people to easily control spells, but that undead did it.

He couldn't imagine how intelligent and powerful that undead must be.

The other party must have been confident in dealing with those orc refugees. The only thing ordinary people like them can do is to try not to cause trouble to the undead and stay here quietly.

He shared his conjecture with all the refugees, repeatedly warning them: "Don't try to cause trouble just to help the dead. Instead, spend your time collecting leaves and animal feces to make compost."

The seeds in the ground are beginning to sprout, it's time to fertilize.

Everyone's heart inexplicably calmed down, and they dispersed to do what they had to do. They were almost dying in the first place, so they wanted to live one more day, and that was the best.

Only a few people believed what Dorn said and had full faith in the undead, including the only woman with a baby, who looked towards the distant mountains...

Luo Chen set up many traps on the edge of the mountain. In addition, he also built a watchtower. All the undead were given speed, strengthening, and strength, including their weapons. Although they were made of stone, they were given various attributes.

For example, Bernard's mace is endowed with the attributes of heavy strike and stiffness, while the arrows of other undead who are good at archery are also endowed with explosive attributes.

Luo Chen expended a great deal of energy to forcibly make these zero-level undead possess the strength no less than that of first-level undead, especially Bernard, who now appears to be at the second level, but is actually no different from the third level.

All the undead had no fear of the coming war. As long as they ensured that the fire of their souls was not extinguished, they could change their bones and continue to live freely. Nothing would happen.

Luo Chen sent out an undead who was good at hiding to lurk. As soon as he saw small stray orcs, he would immediately lure them in, and the other undead would be responsible for destroying them.

Most of these wandering orcs have killed many people, and the strong smell of blood on their bodies is so strong that it makes people feel disgusted. Only a few orcs follow the wandering orcs just to survive.

Luo Chen had instructed the undead that if they sensed a stray orc without too much blood, they could temporarily spare his life and tie him up until he had seen him before making a decision.

The undead waited quietly.

A lot of stray orcs gathered outside the Death Mountains, mixed with a few goblins with pieces of meat on their teeth. They were short but extremely strong, and their bulging muscles told all the orcs that they were not to be trifled with.

The goblins gathered together, whispering something, and when they were excited they would jump up and down several times. The sparse hair on their heads was greasy, making their already ugly faces even more hideous.

This is a group of wandering goblins who obviously enjoy killing.

Although real goblins are ferocious, they rarely provoke other races. They are good at digging tunnels and building underground palaces, and live a self-sufficient life.

The orcs were extremely tall, their upper bodies as strong as a small mountain, their bulging muscles tense as they marched forward.

They got a message.

There were some humans gathered in this Death Mountain Range, as well as women and babies with more delicious meat. After the orc who escaped back reported the news, he was held down and beaten several times by several orcs.

"You're useless. You can't even beat a human."

The orcs believe that the strong are respected and the weak can only be bullied and oppressed. The orcs next to them will not only not stop this behavior, but will be stimulated by this scene and their animal nature will be aroused, and they will join in beating the orc.

After being beaten for several minutes, the orc suffered fractures and a sunken skull. The long period of hunger and injury caused it to die soon.

All the orcs swarmed over him instantly, tore his body apart and devoured it voraciously. The goblins jumped around nearby, not daring to go over and get a share. They could only stare greedily at their own kind and laugh strangely.

The fellow tribesman who was being stared at immediately grumbled hoarsely and kicked back fiercely.

The two goblins started to bite and fight each other again. The other goblins gathered around excitedly, waiting for one of the goblins to become weak and die.

Among the wandering orcs, there is one with the strongest power named Xiong Ya. He is obviously bigger and stronger than all the other orcs. He exudes a third-level aura. He holds a weapon that is more than two meters high and wears several skull necklaces on his body.

Even the dissatisfied wandering orcs had to obey his orders and gather together.

Xiong Ya was once the leader of a small tribe. Because of countless casualties in a battle for territory with another orc, he was intercepted and driven out of his territory by a third orc.

The original subordinates rebelled and followed the victorious side. Only a few followed Xiong Ya out of the territory and headed towards the end of the water source, intending to occupy another territory.

A drought hit.

Many orcs had to go south to plunder where humans lived. In order to survive, Xiong Ya and his subordinates had to follow them south. By the way, they suppressed these wandering orcs with force, invading from remote villages all the way to the border of another human country.

Go a little further and you'll reach the nearest human town.

With so many orcs, they can definitely invade the town and plunder food, gold, silver and treasures, which can be exchanged with merchants for more precious magic potions.

Humans are the weakest and richest race.

Xiong Ya called over an orc who could speak the common language and instructed him in Orcish: "Disguise yourself as a kind orc who is oppressed by us, go in and gain the trust of those humans, lure them together, and then send a signal to me."

Their only hunting dog was killed.

They must find those humans without alerting the undead, and besides, they don't have that much time to waste in this place.

The orc nodded.

In order to make the scene more realistic, Xiong Ya smashed the orc's leg bones with his weapon and then dragged his legs to the ground.

The orc endured the whole process without any resistance.

He was thinner than most orcs. If he hadn't listened to Xiong Ya, he would have been targeted and eaten by other orcs.

He had no other choice.

The orc limped forward, enduring the pain, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains. Xiong Ya picked the scraps of meat from his teeth, laughing and said to his men, "Stupid and poor Duomi, when he succeeds in tricking humans, we will eat him too."

After all, his leg bones were broken and there was no point in living.

Although the orc named Domi is weak, he has a keen sense of danger. He knows clearly that the orc named Xiong Ya will not let him go.

He had seen Xiong Ya eat his injured subordinates several times. Those subordinates had followed him out of the territory and were the most loyal to Xiong Ya.

He was just an ordinary orc who joined here temporarily. He would not get any protection from Xiong Ya or even other orcs. Those orcs and goblins were all crazy!

Domi bit his arm, not daring to let his crying alarm the undead inside. He cried for a long time before calming down, wandering back and forth in front of the traps set by the undead in advance.

He did not find any trap here, but he carefully noticed that the soil here was deeper than the surrounding area, and the grass roots were not deeply rooted in the soil. Moreover, a faint warning made him even more afraid to step in.

He had no intention of deceiving the humans, but even if he could gain their trust and take them deep into the mountains, there were still many undead and demons. If they discovered him, they would die miserably. With the undead in front and the ferocious orcs and demons behind, how could he and his weak refugees survive?

Domi was anxious and confused, and hit his head hard: "Domi, you can do it, you will definitely find a way."

The undead hiding underground and watching this scene secretly were silent and confused, and they responded and communicated frantically in the spiritual network forum.

[Is this orc's brain damaged? ]

【Not sure, let’s take a look.】