fynovel Chapter 431 Racial Advancement, the Terrifying Naraku Zombie!
Chapter 431 Racial Advancement, the Terrifying Naraku Zombie!
Chapter 431 Racial Advancement, the Terrifying Naraku Zombie!
The ugly face of the leader of the Gunara clan twitched.
Fang Zhou felt as if the Mud Spring Banshee was smiling, but he wasn't sure.
Because the Mud Guru's face was covered with bulging tumors and veins, her smile was uglier than a cry.
"Human boy, the swamp told me the other day that you guys fought with the Mud Spring Banshees of the Demon Vine Tribe, didn't you?"
Fang Zhou's heart sank when the old mud spring succubus suddenly mentioned the battle that had just taken place.
"That's right."
Fang Zhou's voice turned cold, and a gray-black magical light began to emanate from his hands.
"Chief of Guna, do you intend to avenge your comrades?"
"Of course! You human brat!"
The old mud spring demon's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
It stood up from the back of the swamp slime, its black robes trembling.
"But not you humans, but the undead monsters in that tomb of the dead!"
Now, I will state our terms.
Human boy, you and everyone behind you must swear an oath.
Fight alongside us to destroy the undead monster that dared to annihilate the Demon Vine Tribe and turn countless natives into ghosts!
As a forest centaur with the ambition to become a hero, Akai had certainly fantasized about leading a large army to conquer the mythical world.
However, he never imagined that he would serve as a guide and scout in such a unit.
Agile and fierce werewolves roamed around the group, wielding spiked clubs.
The large group of snake people marched forward in neat rows.
The Mud Demoness made a howling sound, appearing and disappearing in the mud pits on both sides of the road.
Large crows flew in the sky, and every now and then one would fold its wings and land, letting out a few hoarse cries before soaring back into the sky.
"It's utter chaos."
Captain Hongyang, clad in heavy armor and carrying a magic book, walked beside the Ark and couldn't help but mutter something.
"If it weren't for the mission to save the flower fairies at the military academy, I would never have associated with these monsters."
Who can guarantee they won't suddenly go crazy?
I might wake up one morning to find several dog heads gnawing on my bone.
"The warriors of the Howling Wolf Tribe would never eat food from a tin can."
The werewolf leader, whose hearing was as sharp as a wolf's, leaned in and bared his teeth.
"Chief Guna said we are now allies."
We werewolves don't swear oaths like human knights, but our loyalty to our allies is no less than that of any knight.
Hong Yang raised his head with a hint of skepticism and declared, "I don't believe the assurances of a guy with a wolfhound's head. My weapons will always be on high alert."
"If you betray the alliance, I'll make you pay for this."
"Whether it's a dog or a wolf, their loyalty is far more trustworthy than that of a human."
The werewolf leader retorted.
Fang Zhou remained calm, but inwardly he found it somewhat amusing.
He never expected that what was originally a battle poised to begin would turn into a stage for a joint attack by two sides.
The road beneath our feet gradually widened and dried out, and the poisonous trees and thorns gradually thinned out.
It looks like the team is about to leave the area of the withered swamp.
Fangzhou looked at the setting sun that hadn't completely disappeared into the sky and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Crossing the withered swamp in a single day is an incredible achievement for an ordinary team.
However, after reaching an alliance with the swamp's native tribes to jointly eliminate the undead monsters, all the dangers of the withered swamp were easily resolved with the help of the natives.
Nevertheless, this multi-ethnic mixed team was inevitably somewhat fatigued.
After assessing the team's condition, Ark decided to rest for the night at the edge of the swamp.
After conserving their strength, they will take down the tomb of the dead in one fell swoop.
Sitting upright in the warm marching tent, Fangzhou opened the portable meditation tool and focused his mind on the corpse clone.
The Hill of Corpses has been anything but peaceful during these days.
The Ark's sneak attack caused heavy losses to the Bone Castle.
After his rage, the Skeleton Lord tightened the defenses of the Bone Castle.
Not only were the many mutated skeleton warriors who originally lived in the Bone Castle unable to go out freely, but even the five remaining skeleton battle groups under his command were stationed near the Bone Castle.
in this way.
As long as Ark reappears, whether he chooses to infiltrate the Bone Castle or to launch a surprise attack on the five stationed Bone Legions, the Skeleton Lord will be able to arrive immediately and kill him!
For the Skeleton Lord, this loss is nothing.
Over a long period of time, it suffered even greater losses on several occasions.
As long as the culprit is killed, it will remain the ruler of the entire Corpse Hills.
With the endless stream of massive skeletons emerging from the hills of corpses, its losses can be fully compensated for by time.
However, it didn't know.
During the days it contracted its defenses—the Corpse Hills underwent a dramatic transformation!
Hills of corpses.
In a desolate wilderness hundreds of kilometers away from the Bone Castle, the Ark stood silently.
He didn't move, but the aura emanating from his body was constantly growing stronger.
If someone could see his attribute panel, they would find that a lot of information is refreshed on the Ark's attribute panel every moment!
All of this information comes from his skeleton minions killing enemies!
After escaping from the Bone Castle last time, the Ark lost almost all of its nearly one hundred skeleton minions.
These past few days, Ark has been constantly on the move, traversing various parts of the Corpse Hills.
The only thing he did was enslave all the high-ranking Dark Iron skeleton warriors he encountered, turning them into his underlings.
During the past six months of hunting, Ark has discovered that neither the Burial Wasteland where Apprentice-level Skeletons are distributed nor the Corpse Hills where Iron-level Skeleton Warriors and Zombies are distributed are as boundless as he had imagined.
What he once thought was an infinitely vast realm of the dead now seems not so enormous as his four-dimensional attributes and mobility have improved.
The vast majority of the high-ranking Black Iron skeleton warriors in the Hill of Corpses belong to the Skeleton Lord.
The rest are hidden in secluded locations that are difficult for even the Skeleton Legion under the Skeleton Lord to find.
This makes it extremely difficult for the Ark to obtain a large amount of corpse essence to break through the racial bottleneck of advancing to Bronze.
But Fangzhou wasn't in a hurry.
Before him, a bright path for the dead had been laid out.
The burning, killing, and looting in the Bone Castle had removed the last stumbling block to his advancement to Bronze-level undead.
All he needs to do now is slowly absorb the essence of the skeletons, and then, when he reaches his peak, he will naturally break through the racial bottleneck through the boost from the attribute panel.
Moreover, there isn't much else in the Corpse Hills except for a lot of low- to mid-level skeletons.
When the Ark immediately turned its guns back to the outer Corpse Hills, and, with its nearly one hundred skeleton servants, began a frenzied hunt for the skeletons on the outer edge of the Corpse Hills—
The essence of corpses obtained by the Ark also exploded wildly!
Whether they are high-ranking or mid-ranking Iron, once discovered by the Ark's skeleton minions, they will inevitably be surrounded and killed, becoming evolutionary resources for the Ark.
This feeling of growing step by step made Fangzhou feel incredibly comfortable.
He secretly estimated his progress.
At his current absorption rate, it won't be long before he accumulates enough corpse essence to break through the racial bottleneck in one go and successfully advance to the Bronze rank.
He will definitely return to the Bone Castle and inherit the Skeleton Lord's rich legacy.
With this in mind, Fangzhou was full of energy.
He flipped himself onto the Nightmare of the Underworld and continued galloping across the vast hills of corpses.
Any undead he encountered were instantly reduced to shattered bones under the trampling of his horse and the thrust of his spear.
The progress bar for racial advancement gradually increased.
The next morning, the energetic expedition team continued for another two hours and finally approached their destination.
"Human boy, we're almost there."
A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from behind the ark.
He turned around and saw that it was Gunara, the leader of the Mud Springs Banshees riding a swamp slime, who had come over.
This old mud spring succubus had cloudy white film over her eyes, making her look almost blind.
But Ark knew that it could see further and more clearly than anyone else.
Because those large crows flying all over the sky are its eyes.
"We're almost there."
Chief Gunara repeated it, then lifted the large raven on his arm, letting the ominous bird take flight.
"In the hilly area less than a few kilometers ahead stands that ruin of the dead that crossed the border."
"Stop the line!"
Fangzhou shouted, "Chief Gunara has found the tomb where the undead monsters are located! Let's discuss how to attack it!"
"What else is there to discuss?"
Humans are on the left, and our Wolf Howling Tribe is on the right.
"The Poison Fang Tribe and the Demon Swamp Tribe will cover our retreat; together we'll charge in and rip the heads off those rotting bastards."
The werewolf leader said nonchalantly, lazily twirling the flail in his hand.
Whatever the werewolf leader approves of, the snake-man leader will inevitably oppose.
The tall, thin man blinked his yellow snake eyes and sneered, "It's not that simple, hiss, you stupid dog. If undead monsters were so easy to defeat, we wouldn't need to unite with humans."
"The environment around the tomb is unusually cold."
This is likely the result of some kind of magic array causing an excessive concentration of negative energy.
My eyes tried to get closer, but even the feathers were covered in frost.
Gunara stroked her arm, where the raven's claws had just scratched her, and the cold sensation still lingered.
"This is terrible. We snake people aren't afraid of anything else, but we're most afraid of the cold."
The snake-man leader shuddered.
"The cold makes us feel incredibly sleepy, so when winter comes, we all huddle in our tribe to hibernate."
"The snake-man's scales can protect them from the eyes of ordinary people, but they have no effect on undead creatures."
"Our Mud Spring Fairy tribe is also afraid of the cold," said Guna.
In cold environments, the already sluggish movements of the Mud Guillotine become even more sluggish.
"How about the werewolf?"
Fangzhou asked, frowning.
"The Howling Wolf Tribe fears nothing!"
The werewolf leader raised his flail and roared, then patted his furry chest and said, "Our fur protects us from the cold."
And if skeletons appear, we werewolves can handle them!
Tsk tsk————
The large werewolf couldn't help but drool as it looked at the skeleton warriors summoned by the Ark to guard the outermost edge of the team.
If Fangzhou hadn't made that final gesture of sucking his saliva back, he felt he would have been moved by the werewolf leader's boastful words.
After a brief discussion, the large group split into two parts.
The snake-man leader, along with the snake-men of the Poison Fang tribe and the mud-spring banshees of the Demon Swamp tribe, were stationed here, ready to receive everyone at any time.
The werewolves of the Howling Wolf tribe are responsible for dealing with any skeletons or other creatures that might appear outside the burial site, ensuring that the main force fighting the undead monsters can successfully storm into the burial site.
After preparing for battle, the team continued forward.
The already diverse races of the nature expedition team were further enriched by the addition of these swamp allies.
Human warriors represented by the Cataclysm Squad, the Gale Squad, and the Thunderfire Squad.
Nature's allies are represented by flower fairies, natural centaurs, and flower butterfly maidens.
Swamp natives, represented by mudwomen, snake people, and werewolves.
Threatened by the monsters occupying the Tomb of the Dead, these three seemingly unrelated forces miraculously formed an allied army and marched mightily towards the Tomb of the Dead.
This is a strange phenomenon that only appears in the mythological era.
Fangzhou glanced at the leader of the Mud Spring Banshee, Gunara, beside him, wondering whether these allies of the chaotic neutral faction were reliable or not.
Gunara noticed Ark's gaze, rode the swamp slime close behind, and returned a terrifying smile in response.
She held a strange-looking bone scepter in her withered, claw-like hands, and wore a goat skull as a helmet on her head.
However, it was clear that it was more interested in the massive mutated claw frog that the Ark was riding than the Ark itself.
After proceeding cautiously for some time, both Ark and Gunara issued a warning.
"Halt! There's an unknown situation ahead."
Just as Gunara said, the temperature near the burial site plummeted, and snow had already fallen, making the outlines of the group of dark figures even clearer.
"Lord Ark, be careful, they look like a group of armed soldiers."
Ah Kai said softly, then looked ahead and added, "—or zombies."
Those dark figures certainly didn't look like living people.
From the moment the Ark saw them, it stood motionless in place, without even changing the slightest posture.
A werewolf sentinel ahead let out a howl.
"Who are you?!"
Its sound was quite loud, echoing as it struck the surrounding mountain walls.
Even a deaf person should have been able to hear those shadowy figures, yet they remained standing there motionless.
Meanwhile, Ark had already seen clearly what these dark figures were through the vision of the Soul Eagle Eye.
He shook his head and said, "These are people who froze to death—"