Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

Under the bright moon, on the wasteland, the skeleton undead and the lizard man bandits were fighting fiercely.

A lizard man bandit was having so much fun that he didn't notice that he was surrounded by undead skeletons without even realizing it. Until he realized that he was surrounded by skeletons with blue soul fire dancing in their eye sockets. Only then did the undead realize that something was wrong.

But he had no chance to escape. The skeletal undead did not give him any room to move. They approached little by little, ignoring the companions who were kicked out, and compressed the lizard man robber's living space.

"Don't come over here, I said don't come over here! Help -"

The eyes of the lizard man robber turned into vertical pupils, full of fear, threatening the undead that were walking around. At the same time, he shouted for help to his companions around him. Unfortunately, the other lizard men were too busy taking care of themselves to help him.

As the distance got closer and closer, the skeletal undead launched a charge. The lizard man counterattacked frantically. Five knife-wielding undead hiding among the skeletons approached him and stabbed the knives out without hesitation.

Puff puff……

Pull it out, poke it in, pull it out, poke it in...

The lizard man robber never expected that among a group of bare-handed skeletons, there was actually someone holding a knife. When severe pain came, he discovered that there were more than a dozen bloody holes in his body.

"what--"

He kicked a skeleton out again, but failed to knock the skeleton apart like before. Instead, he lost his balance and was drowned by the undead bones, leaving only a shrill scream.

When the leader heard the screams, his body suddenly trembled. He took a peek and saw a group of skeletons gathered together like a stack of arhats. Needless to say, his men must have finished playing.

With the first, there was a second, surrounded and killed by skeletons in the same way.

If this continues, everyone will die. We must withdraw, we must withdraw!

He had already blown the bone whistle just now, and the other lizardman companions would arrive soon. As long as he could reconcile with his companions, it would be easy to deal with these skeletons that would break at the touch of a touch.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The leader of the lizardmen beat and kicked him, forcing the undead skeletons around him to retreat, and rushed into the darkness crazily, while shouting loudly to remind his men.

In the end, there were only three lizardmen, including the leader, who escaped and ascended to heaven. One of them was seriously injured. There were several bloody holes in his body, and blood was constantly leaking out.

But fortunately, the lizard man's vitality is very tenacious. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as he can survive and train for a period of time, he can always recover.

The undead looked at the three lizardmen who fled into the darkness, but did not pursue them. They cleared the battlefield, collected the bodies of the lizardman bandits and the weapons and equipment they carried, and returned to the mobile fortress.

"All undead enter silent mode, increase their movement speed to the highest level, and leave immediately!"

After all the skeleton undead returned, Li Ziyu immediately gave an order. Under his order, the mobile fortress slowly turned and accelerated in the opposite direction from where the lizard man bandits escaped.

When the leader of the lizardmen blew the bone whistle just now, Li Ziyu also heard it. He didn't think that the leader of the lizardmen blew the whistle just for fun. It was probably to ask for help. There is also a scope for the undead to explore the breath of life. I'm afraid that if it is not detected, There are other lizardmen hiding in this place.

Three of the eight lizardmen were able to escape. If they were to attack in groups, he really wouldn't be able to resist them.

With the help of the night, the lizard bandits ran away like crazy. It wasn't until they saw the black shadow in front of them that they cautiously stopped.

"beep--"

In the silence of the night, the sharp bone whistle could be heard far away. Hearing the sound of the bone whistle, the lizardman leader immediately relaxed. It was one of his own, so he took out his own bone whistle and blew it in response.

After receiving the response, the black figures on the opposite side ran over one after another and gathered around the lizard man leader. They were all lizard men, nearly a hundred of them in the same costume.

These lizardmen are all young adults, and like the leader of the lizardmen, they are also bandits.

"Why are you in such a mess, hiss~"

"What about the rest?"

The lizard man bandits who gathered around saw their companions in such a mess, especially when there were a few missing, so they couldn't help but ask various questions.

"Death, undead..."

Before the leader of the lizard men could speak, the lizard man who had been stabbed with several bloody holes spoke first and explained intermittently, but his words were too brief, which made the surrounding lizard men even more confused.

What undead?

They turned to look at the lizardman leader, waiting for his explanation.

"We encountered a group of weird guys, hiss, they were waving bones, exactly like the legendary undead. The other few didn't escape and were all dead."

"You're not too frightened to brag, are you?"

"Where are the undead, don't talk nonsense."

"I have never seen the undead after living for such a long time. How strong are they? Are they as strong as the legendary ones?"

"How many undead are there, thousands or tens of thousands? How did you escape?"

After hearing the leader's words, the lizard people exploded. Some did not believe it and felt that the lizard leader was lying to them. Some were confused, some were afraid, and some were curious and belligerent. They asked questions one after another.

The crowd suddenly separated, and two lizardmen came over. The leader of the lizardman had scars all over his body, and his scales had fallen off in some places. He was wearing plate armor, with two scimitars on his waist, and three throwing spears on his back. .

When other lizardmen saw this man, they all saluted and called Amu. He was the leader of this group of lizardmen and the leader of a tribe.

Following Eminem was a tall lizard man. The normal height of a lizard man was about 1.7 to 1.75 meters, but this guy was over 2.5 meters tall, and his muscles stretched out his scales. Comparing the lizardmen around them, they don't seem to be of the same species, and the weapon is not a spear, gun or knife, but a sledgehammer.

His name is Atta, and he is the strongest among the lizard-men tribe. He is brave and good at fighting, but his brain is not very good and he tends to get into trouble. He only listens to Amu's words and does not listen to anyone else's words.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Amu first checked the blood holes on the seriously injured lizard man, then came to the leader of the lizard men, leaned down and stared into his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

No matter what the leader of the lizard men said before, no lizard man in the tribe dared to lie in front of Amu. Dare to lie to Amu, not that it would lead to death, but that life would be worse than death.

"Ah, Eminem, we really encountered the undead." The lizardman leader swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, feeling the powerful aura of the tribal leader.

"What does the undead look like? Please tell me carefully." Eminem did not stand up, but still looked into his eyes, and said with a cold voice.

"They are a group of bones, moving bones. Their heads are burning with fire, blue, and cold. We break the bones into pieces, but they will reassemble themselves. If they can't be killed, we can't kill those guys. "Recalling the battle just now, the lizardman leader said with a cold sweat.

Listening to his story, the lizardmen around him became quiet and looked at each other. In front of Eminem, he said this. Could it be that the legend is true?

Are there really undead?