Chapter 137 The great existence beside Lord Deya, the army of undead sets out!
【Rotten Witch】

[Level: 71 (Seventh Ring)]

[Skills: Commanding Pain, Terrifying Gaze, Animating Objects, Freedom of Movement, etc.]

In the laboratory, Deya was checking the various attributes of his followers.

The contracted undead creature of this heroic template was what Deya obtained after resurrecting the dead Seven-Ring Witch.

After reaching the fourth ring, Deya got a new contract position.

Of all the corpses he had at the moment, the Seven-Ring Witch's was the most powerful, and he turned her into a new contracted undead.

Deya had thought about looking for a useful bone dragon.

He used money to hire the wood elves in the rainforest to help him find the dragon's corpse, but in the end no other dragon's corpses were found.

This made Deya wonder if the change in geographical location had caused the location of the former dragon cemetery to change, so no one knew where the dragon's corpse had gone.

Of course there is another vague possibility.

That is, according to Deya's own guess, he has the ability to change the past.

Could it be that in the World Recollection, he resurrected those bone dragons and had an impact on the dragon corpses.

Therefore, those dragon corpses had been dug out long ago, and no one knew where they had gone in the past seven hundred years.

Deya felt a little regretful that he couldn't form a legion of bone dragons, but the undead creatures he had contracted were pretty good.

King Susaitani is the leader of the Undead Legion in large-scale wars.

The Dragon's Feast Lich functions as a professional turret.

The skills of witches and sorcerers are not suitable for large-scale army operations, but they are all very strong single-target spells, suitable for point killing.

Not to mention the bone dragon, which is Deya's mount at this time. It also has the Dragon Feast Crystal, which is also one of Deya's trump cards.

At this moment, Deya's heart moved, and he turned into countless crows, circling out of the underground cemetery and coming out.

Not long after, a crow flew from a distance and landed on his arm.

Opening the letter tied to the crow's leg, Deya read it quickly, then turned around and walked quickly back to the cemetery.

"Lamia, Patricia, and Mavis, I'm afraid we have to leave here."

Lamia was reading a book in a luxurious room. She noticed the letter in Deya's hand and asked softly, "Did something happen?"

Deya nodded slowly and said in a deep voice:
"I received an urgent report from my father. After more than half a year of preparation, the Kingdom of Anglo-Saxon suddenly launched a surprise attack on Susaitani. As one of the border territories, Cavendish was the first to bear the brunt of the attack."

The witch's heart trembled, and she asked, "The territory didn't suffer too much damage, did it? Is the Earl not injured?"

Although she had never been to Cavendish County, she was very concerned about 'Cavendish', both the territory and the Earl himself.

Deya glanced at her, not paying attention to her little thoughts and excessive sense of ownership, and said, "Father has been prepared for the attack by the Kingdom of Inglo.

Although the enemy launched a surprise attack, my father was able to defend against it, and the damage to the territory was not great. The crusaders of the Church of Dawn also joined the confrontation with Inglo.

However, after learning of the English attack, Duke Frederick stepped up his offensive on the front line, making the Parliamentary Army attacked from both sides.

The Duke is certain that we will not agree to the conditions of the Church of England and knows that we will not reach an agreement with England."

Deya paused for a moment, then continued, "...The one who led the army to attack Cavendish Territory this time was none other than the son of Patriarch Inglo, Rex Garcia."

The witch had heard of this name, and her mind moved: "That Garcia who is said to be the closest to the eighth ring in England and wants to leave this continent to break through at any time?"

"Yes, that's him."

Deya nodded.

Mavis sneered at this time and said, "What's the closest to the eighth ring? As long as it's not the eighth ring, it's all the seventh ring, which is far from the eighth ring."

Mavis, in her saintly form, always speaks directly, is arrogant, and has a sharp tongue.

Deya agreed with her.

The eight rings are the eight rings, and the seven rings are the seven rings. No matter how close they are, there is a huge difference between them.

But Mavis obviously would not miss any opportunity to mock Deya: "But even if it is the Seventh Ring, it is far more powerful than you."

Deya ignored Mavis's look as if she was looking at an ugly maggot.

The main reason is that there is no time to punish her now.

"Get ready, we need to leave here, Mavis, go find Upton."

This cemetery does not require anyone to stay behind, and Deya plans to take everyone away.

The two mysterious locks outside are enough to prevent most people from finding this place.

Besides, even if we break through the mystery and find this underground cemetery, it doesn’t matter.

Half a year is just enough to lay the foundation for building a wizard tower.

In addition, Deya was busy with his affairs and he had to spend most of his time learning knowledge, so he did not do much for the construction of this cemetery.

Even if someone really came in and even destroyed this place, Deya wouldn't feel bad.

"Are we going to Cavendish?"

Lamia asked at this time.

Deya shook his head: “No, we will go directly south to relieve the pressure on the parliamentary army.

We have been prepared for England's attack. For hundreds of years, we, the border nobles, have been working to stop England.

There are many fortified cities in the border areas that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and with the help of the Dawn Church's crusaders, it is actually very difficult for England to attack.

Especially since we are defensive-oriented, we naturally have an advantage.”

Deya paused and said, “…But the Parliament Army is different. The Parliament Army is the offensive party, and it is more difficult to attack Duke Frederick’s territory.

Especially since the parliamentary army is a coalition army, even if the command issue is resolved, history has proven that this kind of action where each lord sends out troops and joins together is not a good plan. "

……

The huge bone dragon shuttled through the Limerick Mountains and landed on a hilltop.

Above the earth, several undead creatures that looked like big trumpets took a deep breath and then let out a loud horn sound.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Dozens of abominations stitched together from various corpses, with human skin drums hanging around their waists, beating them hard.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Amid the sound of horns and drums, the soil on the ground seemed to be plowed open. Undead creatures stretched out their hands from the ground, and skeletons, zombies, mummies and other dead spirits crawled out from under the soil.

Slowly, the undead creatures gathered together.

Deya stood on the top of the mountain, on the head of the bone dragon, looking at the dense black spots under his feet, looking at this army composed of tens of thousands of undead creatures.

Among these low-level undead creatures, there is also an elite army composed of undead creatures above the fourth ring.

There are clusters of tiny undead creatures that are like slime monsters, rotten spiders over several meters tall and densely packed small spiders underfoot, ogres with rotten heads and holding sticks, and so on.

These undead creatures marched forward, following a lich and a witch.

The cold wind blew from the top of the mountain, ruffling Deya's black hair.

He was like a leader reviewing his troops, watching the endless army of undead creatures march towards the pass of the Limerick Mountains.

As a fourth-ring necromancer, this is almost the limit of the undead army that Deya can complete at this time.

"We must reach the sixth ring as quickly as possible, so that we can truly have the power to protect ourselves."

Deya whispered.

The bone dragon flew up again, its loud roar resounding through the heavens and the earth. It took Deya across the mountains, through the jungle, and over the heads of the undead army, all the way to the distance. …

Bill was a businessman who had been traveling around Susaitanie, earning some hard-earned money.

After hearing that there was a magical town called "Zomlit" in the northernmost part of Sussetani, he came here with curiosity and the desire to make a fortune.

"Just as the rumors say, this is a town where the living and the dead coexist. It's like the entrance to hell."

Looking at the town in front of him, which seemed to be shrouded in fog all year round and where many undead creatures could be seen patrolling the streets from time to time, Bill swallowed and walked into it carefully.

As soon as he stepped into the town, he felt a cold wind blowing, making him feel cold all over.

Although Bill knew that it was just his illusion and that the cold wind was a specialty of the north, he still felt that the wind here seemed colder than other places.

The town was very quiet. Apart from the undead creatures walking on the streets, there were very few pedestrians, as if noise and sound were not allowed to exist here.

Bill didn't dare to stay there for long. He walked hurriedly and fearfully past the undead creatures, looking for a place to rest.

He even suspected that he had been deceived. Was this actually a paradise for the dead? Would everyone who came here eventually become a ghost?
With a nervous heart, Bill quickly found a tavern with the same name as the town.

"Zomlit Tavern?"

Bill opened the door carefully.

In an instant, noise and heat waves hit us in the face.

The tavern was very large, and many businessmen and mercenaries were talking and laughing loudly, toasting each other.

Looking at this scene full of living people, Bill felt as if he had returned from hell to the world.

Bill was lucky because someone was leaving the bar and he sat in the vacant seat.

"A glass of rye beer."

Bill looked at the well-dressed, slightly fat man behind the bar who looked like a boss with a smile on his face, and spoke after a moment of hesitation.

Matan, the owner of the pub, quickly prepared a glass of beer and handed it to Bill. He looked at him and asked, "Is this your first time here?"

"Yes, I heard... I heard that there seems to be no commercial tax here, so I came here specially to take a look. I have a batch of goods that I want to sell. Is it true that there is no commercial tax here?"

Bill spoke hesitantly. He would not easily trust strangers.

Matan was a familiar figure, and he said with a smile: "Yes, my friend, you heard it right, there is no business tax here.

If you have a large amount of goods and want to make a fair deal, it is absolutely right to come here. Even if you are just an individual business owner, the kind Lord Deya can make you live a good life.

I guess you're afraid of the undead creatures on the streets? Haha, don't worry, as long as you don't break the law here, you don't have to be afraid of them.

You might even find that they are cute, and that the dead are sometimes better than the living.

When you meet a living person, you have to say hello, and you have to think about how to greet them and whether your answer is appropriate.

But you can ignore the dead and they won’t get mad at you.”

Matan wiped his wine glass and chatted with Bill.

"The laws here?"

"The law here, or more precisely, the will of Lord Deya. He is the king here, the king of the undead. Anyone who violates the will of the Lord will become a member of the dead. I guess you are a dutiful person, right?"

"Of course, I am a decent person."

Bill laughed dryly.

Just then, screams were suddenly heard outside.

Someone opened the window and looked out. A group of undead creatures, led by a terrifying ghost-like knight, were slaughtering a group of people.

No matter how those people begged for mercy, the undead creatures treated them coldly and without any emotion.

After a person is killed, a hooded living man immediately takes a scroll and casts a spell on the dead person, calling back his soul.

After an interrogation of his soul, the massacre continued.

Seeing this scene, Bill's eyes showed horror.

"Why do those... those undead spirits kill people?"

The boss Matan said with a smile: "Why kill people? Because they deserve to die. Those people are from several major chambers of commerce in Susetani.

At first they were doing business here honestly, but the devil took over their hearts and they wanted to secretly monopolize the prices of goods here.

They just thought they did it perfectly. Oh, maybe it was really perfect and no one could find any evidence.

But Lord Deya and his servants would not say that. The methods that big merchants use to deal with big nobles are useless here, because there is only one will here, and that is Lord Deya. "

Matan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "My friend, remember, there are only two kinds of people here, the living and the dead.

Here, if you steal even a trivial thing, the only thing you can accept is to become dead.

Terror is the word here, and everyone lives in terror.

But at the same time, if you are an honest person, this place will also bring you peace of mind.”

Bill said in a hoarse voice: "Then...what if someone falsely accuses us?"

"False accusation?"

Matan laughed out loud: "...Lord Deya is also a wizard. If you are framed, you can go to the Dark Moon Church here and apply for a 'detect lies' or other spell scroll to prove your innocence.

And the person who framed you will only die, his body will become a ghost, and his soul will become a bargaining chip for using spells.

It’s not perfect here, and there are all kinds of loopholes, but here you have the greatest freedom and fairness.”

“The greatest freedom and fairness?”

"Yes, isn't death the greatest freedom and fairness? No matter if you are a beggar living in the sewers or a nobleman high above, everyone is equal in front of death!"

Bill was shocked by Matan's words.

He felt that this was truly a place where terror and hope coexisted.

"But... so many people still come to a place where they could die at any time."

"Because of greed, they are not exploited by the nobles here, and they can make more money."

"Won't that be dangerous? The forces behind those big chambers of commerce are not small, right? Won't they get angry out of shame?"

"Haha, my friend, you really don't understand anything."

Matan laughed out loud: "...half a year ago, Duke Frederick sent thousands of soldiers to attack here.

If you look outside now, you may see that some of the dead are alive, and they may be the soldiers sent by our Lord Duke.

By the way, the commander of the kingdom’s royal guards had also been here. That day, he flew over the sky and really scared us to death.

Not long after that, the legion commander fled in panic.

I'll tell you secretly, I also heard that Lord Deya has a great being of the Eight Rings beside him!"

Matan leaned forward and whispered.

Bill was shocked. Eight rings?

Well, he couldn't understand the concept of the Eight Rings, but he thought it must be terrifying to be able to scare away the Captain of the Guards.

At this moment, the air seemed to suddenly become heavy, and everyone unconsciously felt fear rising in their hearts.

In the distance, near the mountains, there were sounds of horns and drums, coming from far away.

The Undead Army is on the march!

(End of this chapter)