While eating, Li Ziyu distributed weapons to the newly born undead and trained 10 skeleton warriors. Judging from today's battle, the combat effectiveness of the skeleton warriors is remarkable.
Only after Liu Xingxing had almost finished eating did Li Ziyu ask him to show them the way to the next treasure location.
"I hope I can gain something from the next treasure." In view of the previous two "treasures", Li Ziyu said earnestly.
"I hope so too." Liu Xingxing responded seriously.
Following the direction indicated by Liu Xingxing, the Undead Mobile Fortress set out again, heading towards the next treasure.
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Stas Lizardman Tribe, Crypt Hall.
Torches and bonfires illuminated the entire dungeon. The lizardman leader Moss looked at the returning warriors with a gloomy face. 500 lizardman warriors went out, and less than 100 came back. They were without armor, covered with wounds, and in a miserable state, just like refugees in the wilderness. Anger rose in his heart.
"Where's Am?" Moss asked in a low voice, suppressing his anger.
When the other lizardmen in the cave heard the low voice, they immediately realized that their leader was angry. Every time this seemingly calm voice was heard, it actually concealed the forcibly suppressed anger. If anyone dared to provoke Stas, someone would be in trouble.
Their comrades ran back in such a miserable state, and they were also extremely angry. As the leader, Am would inevitably become the outlet for their anger. However, after looking for him with their eyes, they couldn't find the figure of that guy, and they couldn't help but look at the lizardmen warriors who had escaped back.
"Dead, Am is dead, killed by the undead." The lizardman standing in front, who had lost an arm, hissed.
Undead?!
Whispers were heard in the cave. They suspected that they had heard it wrong. It was enough that there was only one Am who was going crazy, but now their own people were also saying that there were undead. This joke was not funny at all.
Even at this point, the Stas Lizardmen still did not believe in the existence of the undead.
"Did you see the undead with your own eyes? Did you see Am dead?" Moss pushed away the wine glass handed to him by the servant beside him, stood up and walked to the lizardman warrior who had lost his arm, looked straight into his eyes and asked.
"This... Am's death, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but the undead do exist." A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the one-armed lizard man as he spoke.
Those crazy skeletons left a deep impression on him and even chopped off one of his arms.
His words caused an uproar around him. Moss stretched out his hand to stop the noise of the surrounding lizardmen. He believed the words of the lizardman warrior in front of him. He could not believe Am's words. After all, he was an outsider, not a lizardman who grew up in the Stas tribe. It was possible that he was talking nonsense and telling lies.
But the one in front of him was a real Stas Lizardman warrior who grew up in the tribe. He would not lie to him as the leader, especially his frightened expression, which could not be fake. He really saw something horrible, and even if he fled back to the tribe, he still felt unsafe.
Moss remained silent, turned around and walked back to his seat, staring at the fleeing lizardmen below without saying a word.
Undead...
What does the appearance of the undead mean?
Moss felt it was a signal, a signal from chaos and darkness!
Am is just the leader of a small tribe, but Moss is not. He controls a lizardman tribe of 100,000 people. Naturally, he knows much more than Am. They have a "history"!
A tribe without "history" will not exist for long and will easily die out. Only with "history" and the ability to inherit the legacy of ancestors can the tribe continue to grow and become stronger. Every leader of the Stas tribe will study history, draw lessons from history, and make the tribe better.
In the history left by the ancestors, there are records about various races, including the undead. The lizardman ancestors once said that the undead will not easily appear in this world. After all, they are dead creatures and should not exist in this world. They are more like messengers, conveying the news of the coming death, chaos and darkness.
The undead mean chaos is coming!
In addition to the undead, there are several other races with similar meanings, such as demons, gods' messengers, etc. In times of peace and prosperity, these races will never appear. They will only appear when chaos comes.
However, troubled times are unstoppable. Even super-large tribes or even tribal alliances cannot prevent the arrival of troubled times. No matter how powerful a race is, it may perish in troubled times and become a part of history. All they can hope for is not to become history and to continue to exist.
"Talk about the undead. Be trustworthy and tell me everything you have seen, experienced, and guessed." After a long silence, Moss finally spoke, his voice serious and serious.
The one-armed lizardman warrior looked around and saw the disbelief and disdain of his fellow tribesmen. He finally understood Am's feelings. His eyes fell on the leader, "Those are a group of moving skeletons."
"There is a blue flame burning in their heads, and they will not perish until the flame is extinguished."
"They had weapons, some with bone swords and shields, others with our scimitars and spears."
"They are not afraid of our attacks, nor do they care about them. Even if they are broken into pieces, they will reassemble themselves and fight us again. On the battlefield, even a fallen and neglected arm can cost us our lives."
"The undead came from a moving building. The building moved very fast, faster than we could run. They relied on the building to attack."
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