Doomsday Survival: The Sickly Girl Becomes a Necromancer

"Split it!"

Looking at the blood on the back of her feet, Ouyang Qianjin waved her finger with a dark face.

The two centaurs used their spears to spear the guy who called himself Canon three meters away.

Then Ouyang Qianjin slapped Canon with a bone-burning phosphorus fire.

"Ah... It's so hot! Master! Spare me... Uh, it's not that hot.……"

The moment he was ignited, Canon rolled on the ground, screaming for mercy.

But when he came to his senses and realized that the flames did not harm him, he knelt down again.

After a while, the"residues" on his body disappeared.

"Thank you, kind master, for giving your servant the baptism of holy fire!"

Although he didn't know what the fire was,

Canon still bowed to the ground and saluted Ouyang Qianjin.

""Your name is Canon?"

Ouyang Qianjin asked seriously while Sebastian was changing her socks.

"Yes, Canon is your most loyal servant."

The goblin skeleton Canon crawled on the ground and answered humbly.

"What can you do, or what do you think you can do for me?"

"Master, Canon can do a lot of things, including mechanical repair, manufacturing, sales, and transportation, weapon and armor production, repair, and maintenance, ore exploration, mining, and refining, as well as house design, site selection, and construction, etc.……"

When Canon heard that Ouyang Qianjin wanted him to show off, he spilled all the beans. Ouyang Qianjin was overjoyed. The gray-skinned goblin was indeed worthy of its reputation.

A gray-skinned goblin could actually know so many things. However,……

"They shouldn't be very specialized, right?"

Ouyang Qianjin glanced at Canon indifferently.

"Hehe, you are worthy of being my great master. You saw through me so easily. After all, I was only 50 years old when I died. I am still very young. If you give me another hundred years, I will definitely be able to master these skills."

Canon used his dark blue soul fire to look at Ouyang Qianjin with admiration.

……

Well.

Ouyang Qianjin was not very interested in the lifespan of these creatures from another world.

After all, she was a necromancer.

Theoretically, her lifespan could reach"eternal life".

As for how old others could live, she didn't care.

"How come you and your people are in this fortress? Aren't you all in the Far North?"

Ouyang Qianjin asked a question that Sebastian and herself both wanted to know.

"Uh... Master, my Grayskin tribe left the Far North three hundred years ago.……"

Canon scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"As for why we escaped, I have no idea. I only heard from the old tribe leader that it was because another tribe occupied our hometown and we couldn't defeat them, so we escaped."

"As for why my former tribesmen and I are here, it is because we were caught by the slave-catching team a few years ago."

I see, three hundred years?

It has been so long?

Even Sebastian didn't know.

So, it should be after Sebastian's death that they came out, otherwise he couldn't have not known and couldn't have not told me.

Ouyang Qianjin sat in a wheelchair and shook her body slightly. She roughly knew some of the information she wanted.

As for what happened three hundred years ago that made these gray-skinned goblins leave their hometown, she was not interested.

After all, as long as she was alive and well, it was fine. Besides, this guy wasn't even born yet, so even if he wanted to ask more questions, he probably didn't know.

"Then you should be familiar with the current situation in this fortress, right?"

Ouyang Qianjin asked the topic that she was most interested in.

"Of course, these barbaric centaurs have been forcing us to work since they captured us, but they don't trust us slaves."

"These damn beasts actually let us, the gray goblins, maintain the weapons and armor made by the dark dwarves for them!"

"This is simply an insult to us!"

When talking about this, Canon was furious.

"What gray-skinned goblins, black-skinned dwarves, you are now a skeleton, an undead skeleton."

Ouyang Qianjin didn't mind hitting this newcomer who couldn't tell the difference between the big and small kings.

But Canon's answer dispelled a doubt in her heart.

Just say why these centaurs use dwarf equipment, but Zhang Mo and his brother pulled out a bunch of goblins.

It seems that others are just like me, and don't believe these guys.

But think about it.

Regardless of whether these goblins have real skills.

I think no one is willing to use weapons and equipment produced by a group of slaves.

Otherwise, if you meet a stubborn person who is not afraid of death, he will give you some defective products, and that will cost you your life.

"Yes, yes, of course, my life was given by the master."After being enlightened by Ouyang Qianjin, Canon immediately woke up.

Then he kowtowed to Ouyang Qianjin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, very smoothly and obediently to show his loyalty.

Ouyang Qianjin certainly knew that this guy was loyal to her.

Or maybe it was originally a creature transformed by her, and it was a skeleton, so the loyalty was all at the beginning.‘∞’

But as a"superior", Ouyang Qianjin is still very willing to give his brothers a chance to show their loyalty.

Especially when he has only two"talking" brothers under him.

"

Do you know the location of the warehouse in the fortress, especially the food, ore, weapons and so on.

"I know, I know it very well!"

"That's fine. Now we are short of 200 carriages pulled by Centaur baggage skeletons, the kind used to carry spoils of war."

Mrs. Ouyang gave Canon���A test.

Because they didn't know how many good things there were in the fortress,

Ouyang Qianjin directly changed the original 100 carriages to 200.

"So that's it. Do you need these things? Master, leave them to me. It's just a few hundred carriages. There are large tent cars in the fortress."

Canon patted his chest, oh no, his ribs, after looking at the wooden carts behind Ouyang Qianjin, which seemed very 'simple' to him. Sure enough.

The fortress is so big, how could there be no such things.

Ouyang Qianjin expressed satisfaction

"However, if the master allows, your loyal servant Canon thinks that we can also dismantle and move some of the machines used to repair weapons and armor in the fortress, and with a little modification, they can be turned into machines for manufacturing equipment."

"In this way, the master can also make these weapons and armors on his own territory"

"Of course, it would be quicker if your loyal servants could carry these skeletons to do it."

Canon looked at the skeletons that were his people a few minutes ago.

If he had seen these before, he might have cried.

But now his heart was at peace, and he was even happy that his people could become undead.……

"Wow! OK! Charge into the fortress with these goblin skeletons immediately! Don’t put down your sword for three days!"