On a desperate ice sheet, in a certain mountain range, the crystalline snow-white ridges stretch for dozens of miles, and the shape is very irregular, resembling a messy quilt.

There is a small humble basin in the middle of the mountains.

Thousands of undead warriors, often standing in a row, staggered into the basin, and more than a thousand corpses were dragged in. Most of these corpses were human, and some were Snow League warriors or Frost Trolls.

This is just one night's harvest.

Most of the corpses looked fresh, but were frozen and frosted on the surface. Some are dead for a long time, apparently dead bodies dug out of snow and ice. The undead dragged the inanimate body into the basin and walked into the old numbness, all stopped.

"Hisse!"

In front of the undead there is an altar, which has just been constructed. A weird blue ice coffin is floating above the altar. They placed the bodies evenly around the altar, and then spread around.

On the platform of the altar, there was an undead wearing a crown, and a burst of powerful magical power radiated from his body, all poured into the ice coffin overhead.

The ice coffin suspended in the air suddenly lost its holding power and fell heavily behind the king of the undead. A powerful layer of energy was released, and a range of hundreds of meters in diameter suddenly appeared a delicate red spider web, which was a thin line. The surface covered with corpses. If you zoom in, you will find that each line is actually a large number of complex and esoteric symbols. Each magic symbol is esoteric and exudes a sense of evil death.

The undead king opened his eyes, raised his hands up, and his hoarse and murky voice echoed in the basin: "Ritual: Undead transformation!"

The coffin cover of the ice coffin suddenly popped open, and a large amount of gray-green energy spewed out. These energies filled most of the canyon in the form of a fog, covering a corpse.

Over time, the fog increased and the concentration increased.

On the surface of those corpses, the magic runes began to play a role, absorbing the mist-like energy madly, and continuously infiltrating into the corpses, about half of them disappeared. After the stiff corpses absorbed a large amount of energy,

The body of a dead mercenary suddenly jerked.

The eyelids that were originally frosted suddenly trembled, opened slowly, and the pupils were scattered. This is by no means a living eye, but a pair of dead eyes! There is a green flame beating deep in the pupil, this is the fire of the undead!

Once the undead flame is ignited, it means that the soul has been undead.

This undead warrior stood up slowly, probably the freezing was not relieved, his body was still very stiff, and he walked very slowly, but the force of the deceased was flowing in his body, and the frozen part was gradually being lifted. Within 1 minute, Legs and feet become much smoother.

Other corpses absorbed a large amount of energy, and the fires of the undead ignited, all rising from the ground.

"Roar!"

Hundreds or thousands of corpses with dull eyes, green eyes glowing from his mouth, bursts of horror and hiss, like beasts that lost their minds. Most of these resurrected people are mercenaries, but there is no emotion in their eyes, and they have become undead monsters.

The ritual left a rune on the body of the undead, but the rune began to shrink from the moment the undead was formed, and finally all regressed into an inconspicuous point.

The spirit power of the King of the Undead erupted, and the Undead received instructions and all dispersed.

"Frost troll, Xuemeng ... hum!" The king of the undead sits high on the altar, with pale ghost fire burning in his eyes, "You will pay ... the price!"

The sight of the king of the undead is full of resentment.

"Come out! My loyal servant!"

The mysterious ice coffin shook, and a tall figure came out from it. It was a troll with blue skin, a torn armor, a scarred body, and in some places, even the internal organs and bones could be seen. Left hand The spell that was cut by Shengsheng and reconnected by the broken limb was reconnected.

The right eyeball flew away, and in the hollow eyes of the flesh and blood, there was a green undead flame, indicating the identity of the undead.

This troll undead is different from ordinary undeads, and looks indifferent and numb. This is the biggest difference. The indifference and numbness itself should not appear on the undead monster, because the undead monster does not have any emotion at all and relies entirely on instinctual activities.

"My lord!"

Zana knelt on one knee and said in a numb, cold voice.

The King of the Undead looked at him and said slowly: "Sleeping Hades Pavilion for ten days ... Your power has basically reawakened ... From now on, you are my loyal servant, destroying all the creatures on the ice sheet."

"Yes!"

Zanla's expression remained indifferent, because he was resurrected by the king of the undead, and his thinking mode changed a lot. He would not think about the problem according to the logic of his life.

"Back down!"

The Undead King ordered Zara to leave, and several ice monsters soon wrapped a bandage-like body over the altar. This corpse is a barbarian warrior. From the perspective of dress and decoration, his status is certainly not low. The corpse is very fresh and was killed not long ago.

The coffin of the Pluto King was urged, and a suction force came out of it. The mummy-like body was directly sucked into the coffin, and the lid was closed again.

"This six days ... should be enough!"

After the king of the undead spoke, he sat down again at the altar plate.

The ice coffin floated and hovered quietly in the air.

Zala walked down the altar in the snow and snow, walked through the basin, and entered a cave, where three or four undead, kept in the cave, each eye glowed with faint green light, full of numbness and indifference, like a cold Killing machine. A few undead, like Zara, awakened directly from Hades's coffin, so they are completely different from ordinary undead.

Real Undead!

A wise race!

The undead is a large group. The undead is a branch of the undead. Since it can become a family, it must be intelligent. The undead tribe includes all the undead with wisdom. This is an eternal and immortal race, but it is extremely rare. The coffin of the Hades can directly create the undead wise tribe. Its value is unimaginable and can be called a holy holy weapon!

...

When the undead are making an army, they are constantly expanding their power.

The other side of the ice field.

Zhang Mu, with the mercenaries of the mercenary union, formally stationed in the new village simply named "base camp". This is the base camp of the human race on the despair ice field. The total population of the whole camp is 20,000. It is the entire population who entered Shuguang Village for more than a month.

The living environment became lively.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

"I am the deputy commander of the Stormwind Mercenary Regiment. I have purchased various high-quality equipment, skill books and scrolls at high prices!"

"The sky mercenaries receive! The benefits are excellent and the treatment is excellent. If you want to join, please contact us quickly!"

"..."

In fact, the mercenary regiment who can reach the desperate icefield will not be weak in any way. The strength level of the mercenary mercenaries is basically basic. There are some top masters in each regiment. They are invincible in the camp and have high spirits. Proud, although coming together, it is still difficult to converge.

"Gambling! Gambling! Arena gambling starts from a minimum of 500 gold coins! Welcome to the base camp masters to come and gamble!"

Someone shouted with a regional horn.

The fat man was overjoyed: "This must be fun!"

The dog lost his excitement, "I'm going to play too!"

Some masters of Dragon Soul also stood up.

Zhang Mu didn't stop, but just ordered: "It's enough, don't cause trouble!"

"Just rest assured!"

A group of fat people swore away.

"Lao Ye, Scorpion, you can play two, and take care of the fat by the way. There are not many people who can win both of you, as long as you don't match with China's Long Hao, there should be no problem."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qianqiu was a little upset: "Long Hao? Do you think I would be afraid of him?"

Zhang Mu knew Ye Qianqiu's temperament and shook his head with a bitter smile: "I didn't say that, but if you run into someone in the China League, it's better to be careful."

"Come one, hit one!" Ye Qianqiu said coldly, "Long Hao came in person, it would be better!"

Ye Qianqiu is a fighting madman, the more powerful the opponent, the more he likes it. No one knows how strong Long Hao's athletic ability is, but judging from the revealed strength, he has surpassed Ye Qianqiu in attacking power. His overall ability is equivalent to Ye Qianqiu and Scorpion. If he wants to fight, he won Easy to predict.

The scorpion also followed.

Have the opportunity to compete with experts from all over the world, and make a profit while taking the opportunity, why not?

Zhang Mu continued to stroll around the street.

Men are basically gone, only Lei Ming, Leng Yun, Lin Caiyan, Du Rongrong, Qin Xiaoshi, Chen Tingting are around, so many beautiful women walking on the street, naturally led to the group of people pointing, secretly talking.

The size of the village on the ice field is similar to that of Shuguang camp, but the number of houses is slightly inadequate, but in theory it can live with 50,000 or 60,000 people. Don't worry about no houses. Because there are too many people, the internal exchanges and development of the human race have become richer, but the leaders of all forces can go to the present. Naturally, they are not general generations. The mercenaries are relatively strict. Each quality is extremely high. There is nothing unnecessary for the time being. contradiction.

The pressure and environment outside are already very bad.

If internal fighting occurs, the consequences are unthinkable.

"The village is not bad!" Zhang Mu nodded with satisfaction. "There are more than 20,000 humans. The defense force should be sufficient. We should further strengthen the investigative power. The Zerg mother nest on the dawn plain, I think it's time to send it to the despair icefield Come up! "

Lei Ming nodded and said, "I will immediately ask someone to arrange and send the core of the Worm Nest to the ice field as soon as possible. We need to find a safe enough place for resettlement."

"A safe place enough?" Zhang Mulue thought for a while, "I think the scientific research ship is the most suitable!"