Heroes of the Invincible Undead

"The front is the capital of Diya, the City of Shadows... It seems that many necromancers have already arrived here first."

Looking at the densely packed necromancers outside the city and the undead creatures they carried, a woman with thick armor and dark pupils said slowly.

"Yes. Finally, we are here." Next to her, another necromancer slowly said. He doesn't seem to be in good condition. He can barely maintain his standing with a stick made of branches. Panting heavily, the calf could not stop shaking.

"You look very tired, or do you mean that necromancers are like this? Can't you do nothing without the undead creatures?" The woman glanced at the people around her and asked disdainfully.

"I'm not an undead creature. I have a normal human perception. I will be tired and feel physical pain..." As he said, the necromancer coughed violently, "I'd better enter the city quickly, I can't wait, think To see the holder of the artifact."

At this moment, the woman seemed to have noticed something and asked the necromancer: "Are there any injuries on your body?"

The Necromancer looked at her with some doubts: "Except I didn't have much rest all the way, and there was some pain in my feet, there was no other injury. Why do you ask?"

The woman shrugged and said, "As you know, beings like me are more sensitive to blood than other creatures, and your body is always enveloped in this kind of breath..."

The Necromancer showed an unnatural look and explained: "Maybe it is because my clothes are stained with the blood of other creatures. What you should smell is that blood."

"Really?" The woman shook her head without saying much.

Soon, the two came to the gate of the Shadow City, ready to enter it with other creatures.

"Show your respect for the holder of the artifact, and show your sincerity to the new King of Diya. To enter the City of Shadow, everyone needs to hand over twenty gold coins."

The guard at the gate of the city is charging all those who enter the city a not-too-high entrance fee, which also changes the expression of the Necromancer.

Soon, after the people in front entered the city one by one, the Necromancer also came to the guard.

After paying the gold coins as requested by the guards, the woman saw that the necromancer was unmoved, and then urged: "Hurry up, Grete, what are you waiting for, can't I help you pay the entrance fee?"

"..." A woman's words came in his ear, and Grete didn't say much, but secretly urged the power that existed in him but did not belong to him.

"This, this kind of breath..." Feeling the kind of breath that Gret released, the guard was taken aback, and hurriedly said respectfully: "You must be the existence chosen by the holder of the artifact. Your sincerity, I believe King Diya must have felt it. Please enter the city."

Seeing that the guard didn't dare to mention the gold coin any more, Grete didn't say much, but calmly passed the guard and came to Diya's capital, but he was secretly relieved.

After being penetrated by the mysterious necromancer into the cloud of death, it took more than half a month, and Grete finally arrived in the capital of Diya before the cloud of death completely eroded himself.

Relying on the cloud of death in his body, Grete has repeatedly used the power of the cloud of death to escape one danger after another, but the price is that the time of the cloud of death is getting earlier and earlier, and Grete’s body Also getting weaker.

He was covered in dark robes. From the appearance alone, Grete still couldn't see anything abnormal. His appearance was the same as that of ordinary necromancers, but Grete knew that he could not hold on for long.

What disturbed Grete was that the necromancer only said that he would go to Diya’s capital to find him, but he did not say his identity. Until now, Grete still doesn’t know how to remove his presence in the body. A curse that threatens his own life.

Along the way, Great also saw all kinds of unusual sights.

He saw some Necromancers who had chased him down. Those Necromancers had been on the Silent Plain by that powerful existence, imposing a certain kind of curse on them and marching towards the City of Shadows.

By the time Grete saw them, they were not human-shaped, their feet were completely worn out, and they could only crawl on the ground. The Necromancer used the power of a curse to make them unable to rest for a moment before reaching the Shadow City, and they did indeed do so, which also made Grete fearful.

Even if the body is broken and suffered serious damage from himself, when Grett saw the necromancers, their eyes were still enthusiastic, and they were not affected by other things at all. As long as there is one last breath, they will continue to face the shadows. City of March.

Apart from the curse, Grete didn't know how to describe that kind of power. Thinking back to the power of the Necromancer, Grete felt the fear from the bottom of his heart. It was not the power that ordinary creatures could possess.

"Are you okay? You look a little hesitant, and feel very uneasy." Aside, the woman who came with him asked actively.

"I'm fine..." Grete said slowly, and he turned his gaze to the woman beside him.

Grete knew that the woman in front of her was not an ordinary person. Although her appearance looked no different from an ordinary human being, she was a real vampire.

According to the strength of the Necromancer, her rank has probably reached the level of the vampire king. The existence of this rank has exceeded Grete’s imagination. If it were placed before, Grete would not dare to exist in this way. Stay in front of you for an extra second.

Thinking of this, Grete sighed. He didn't want to be involved with this existence, but he didn't know what she had planned, and went all the way to the Shadow City with him. If it wasn't for Grete's body, there was that undead The cloud of death left by the wizard, I am afraid that at the beginning, Grete will die among the group of vampires, let alone come here.

Because he didn't have real strength, Grete could only disguise himself with his breath along the way. What surprised Grete was that no matter what level of necromancer he met, as long as he showed the aura in the cloud of death, the opponent would immediately become respectful, without any intention of blocking him.

This discovery also made Grete some guesses about the identity of the necromancer, but this speculation was extremely absurd, and even Grete himself could not believe it.