Everyone transmigrated to another world and became the owner of a moving castle.
Li Ziyu obtained a Skeletal Undead Moving Castle.
Wherever his eyes could see, wherever his sword pointe...
The vagrant team of less than 10 people was not afraid at all. Even though the vagrants might be stronger, Li Ziyu was not a pushover. He had 200 skeleton undead in his hands, including 20 newly-made knife-wielding undead. He could kill the opponent with just a few of them.
If you encounter prey, of course you can't let it go!
As undead, they are particularly sensitive to the breath of life. The darkness does not hinder them at all, and they can still sense the breath from afar. The other party should not have discovered their mobile fortress.
Instead of rushing over, it is better to sneak over quietly and catch the opponent off guard.
Thinking of this, Li Ziyu gave another order, and the undead in the mobile fortress switched to silent mode, trying hard to suppress their soul fire, and collecting the flame in their skulls, without any light.
Suppressing soul fire is instinctive for the undead, and it does not affect their combat effectiveness at all, but this method allows them to achieve the effect of a sneak attack.
The mobile fortress's speed was increased to the maximum, and the bone wheels rolled over the ground, making a continuous crackling sound.
As they got closer, the undead brought new news that the vagrants ahead were a group of lizardmen, which further confirmed Li Ziyu's previous thoughts.
Lizardmen are common indigenous people in the wilderness. These guys are widely distributed and exist in the form of tribes. They do not engage in production and make a living by hunting. They are hunters during the day and bandits at night. They are notorious in the wilderness.
"Did you hear anything?"
"I heard it! Over there!"
"Come on, spread out and prepare to fight!"
Even though the undead entered stealth mode, the sound and vibration of the bone wheels rolling on the ground still alerted the lizardmen. They looked in the direction of the mobile fortress, quickly dispersed, crouched low, and waited for their prey to enter the encirclement.
The moon was covered by dark clouds and the wasteland was pitch black. The lizardman bandits had a good vision at night, but without moonlight, their vision was limited. They could only see the huge black monster moving.
The leading lizardman stuck out his forked tongue and twitched it quickly a few times. He was immediately relieved that it was not a ferocious beast and did not have that terrifying aura, so he could attack.
Such a big creature, if we kill it and bring it back, it should be enough to eat for many days. But it’s too dark and we can’t see clearly what it is.
"Charge! Hiss~"
Seeing the huge creature entering the encirclement, the leading lizardman gave an attack signal. The eight lizardmen crouched down at the same time and attacked from eight directions at the same time. Their bellies were almost touching the ground, and they ran rapidly with their legs turned outward, with their spears aimed at the prey in the dark.
Just as they rushed forward, tiny dots of faint blue fire suddenly lit up on the huge black object, like a pair of eyes, staring at them intently.
"What's this?!"
A mountain of bones?
Why would a mountain of bones move?
The lizardman leader who was already approaching saw the mobile fortress clearly in the dim blue firelight, and was stunned, confused and couldn't help muttering. The lizardmen in other directions were also confused, and the spears in their hands that were ready to stab stopped in mid-air.
There is no way to stab!
It's a mountain of bones. How can I start? They are not alive. It's useless to stab them anywhere.
The lizardman bandits were stunned, but the undead were not. They broke apart from the fortress like dumplings, landed on the ground, moved their joints casually, and rushed towards the lizardmen.
At the same time, 20 knife-wielding skeleton undead were also sent out by Li Ziyu. It was time to show his real skills, and he himself stood in front of the window, looking outside.
The dark clouds moved away at this time, and the bright moon hung in the sky again, illuminating the wasteland, and the eight lizardmen were clearly revealed before his eyes.
These bandit lizardmen looked like upright lizards, dark green in color, with dense scales on their bodies, animal skins wrapped around their waists, bags on their backs, slender spears in their hands for throwing, and scimitars on their waists.
The skeleton undead didn't care who the other party was. The city lord's order was the highest. If the city lord said to kill, then they would kill. They rushed straight towards the lizard man who was still in a daze without hesitation and grabbed him with their claws raised.
"Bones can move?!"
"These bones are alive!"
"Undead——"
The other lizardmen were startled by the skeleton undead, but the leader recognized what these guys were and couldn't help but shout out loud, his voice trembling with the lizardmen's habitual "hissing" sound.
The chief had heard rumors about the undead. Those were legends, groups of moving, unkillable bones, floating souls that could not be harmed by swords or guns. They were the undead, one of the most terrifying existences in the world. Even ferocious beasts were no match for them.
He had always treated these as jokes. There could be no bones that could move in the world, and even less could there be souls that could not be harmed by knives and guns. The so-called undead only existed in legends because no one had ever seen them.
I didn't expect to see it today, with my own eyes.
Why would I encounter the undead in the wilderness?
The leader looked at the skeleton undead rushing towards him and groaned in his heart, but he still wanted to fight. He put a bone whistle in his mouth and blew it, while raising his spear to meet the undead rushing in the front and stabbed it fiercely.
Because it was his first time facing the undead, he was inevitably nervous and the stab was a little crooked. The spear passed through the gap under the undead's ribs and did not hurt him at all.
The undead ignored the spear and swung its claws at the leader.
"Get out of here!"
Without time to retract his spear, the lizardman leader kicked out.
Originally, this kick was just a panic reaction, but what the leader didn't expect was that the undead was kicked away and fell to the ground, with bones scattered all over the floor.
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