Something's wrong with my undead

Dry swamp.

At dusk, the sunlight struggled through the gray treetops and fell on the humus-covered ground.

There are cracks hidden in the cold air, and from time to time a pair of eyes flash through them.

Suddenly, a dull explosion sounded, and it was unclear where it came from.

Immediately afterwards, there were constant collisions and energy fluctuations emanating from around the rift, but the two warring parties were never seen.

Not long after, a figure staggered out of the crack, and then fled away as hard as possible.

If Anson Kitil were still alive, he would recognize this as the Zanluo soul that had spoken for him.

He originally had three faces on his head, but two of them disappeared at this moment, which made him look more normal.

Before he could run far, a war spear wrapped with chains shot out from the crack and accurately nailed his thigh.

Then the chain was pulled back, and the man was dragged back into the crevice.

In the rift at this time, there was no purple-red night and pitch-black land, and there was no trace of void. Instead, there was a black sandstorm covering the sky and the sun.

Figures flapping their wings hung in the air, and their sand-cast bodies emitted a faint light, illuminating the prey on their backs or in their hands.

Those preys were all members of Ogungei's tribe without exception.

Seeing that none of his compatriots could escape, he let out a heartfelt sigh.

At this time, a birdman asked:

"Hey, Zazo, your prisoner is the last one, is he still awake?"

"Yes, still awake."

"Great, ask him where he hid our people!"

"it is good."

The winged Zanluo named Zazo gave Ogungei a kick and knocked him to the ground.

There was a trace of impatience on the face where the sand was falling rustlingly.

"Name," he said.

"Oh, Gunn, Guy." Gunn replied honestly.

"I didn't ask your ancestors. Those two people have dried up. What is your name?"

"Gun, my lord."

Gunn lowered his head slightly.

I'm afraid this time, I'm afraid it's going to be much worse.

It is true that Zanluo people are not afraid of death, but that is when they are alive.

He is already dead, and knows what kind of world there is after death, and he has experienced a life like purgatory before escaping.

He knew what kind of torture he would face if he was captured, so he cooperated in the hope of having a chance to survive.

"Listen, Gunn."

Zazo came closer to him: "Tell me why you have become such a disgusting character, what you are doing here, and whether you have been wandering around the sacred area of ​​Mount Solins recently... Don't play tricks, if you don't want to become a loser." Food for the soul."

Hearing the name "Lost Soul", Gunn trembled instinctively.

The lost souls are those living people whose souls have completely dried up.

Just as the wights long for the flesh and blood of living people, the lost souls also long for their souls.

Even if they have been deformed, as long as they can squeeze out the soul essence, the lost souls will not let them go.

"I, we escaped from the Majiadu Sanctuary in the west, and then encountered strange beasts here..."

Gunn began to explain what happened to his group.

They are the "Long Tail Tribe", the tomb-guarding clan of the Majado Tomb, which is also close to the magic network in the north.

After the void disaster, some hunters in the tribe were accidentally possessed by strange beasts while hunting in the north. After returning to the tribe, their temperaments changed drastically and they began to devour the spirits of their ancestors like lost souls.

Originally, the body and soul of the Zanluo people were two components that were closely related and complementary to each other:

Only through flesh and blood can the spirits of ancestors return to the real world.

The Zanluo people also need the assistance of the ancestor spirits to fight better.

——For the time being, put aside the soul torture of "Is this an ancestor?", even if it is only used as a combat assistant, it is also very useful.

Therefore, with the blessing of blood, the two parties are even more intimate as father and son, filial piety.

But the appearance of strange beasts destroyed this beautiful relationship.

As the ancestor spirits dwindled day by day, the people of the Long Tail tribe gradually realized that something was wrong, but at this time the entire tribe was in chaos.

Gunn and his companions were the tribe that fled at that time, heading east to the vicinity of the dry swamp.

There are cracks everywhere here, and strange beasts are looking for suitable hosts to invade the real world.

What a coincidence, the alfalfa garden happened to appear at this time.

The spread of the latter had a big impact on this junction. When it was squeezed by it, the area behind the slit changed from void to Zanroli world.

In other words, the strange beast’s home is gone.

So the two sides met here.

Strange beasts long to squeeze each other's souls, while ancestral spirits long for revenge.

The former has a terrifying and silent penetrating power, while the latter has powerful soul resistance.

So after fighting, the two sides merged and became the kind of virtue they are today.

It seems that the strange beasts have been eliminated, but in fact they exist in the depths of the souls of these bellicose brothers in the form of an obsession.

They will be deformed into this "X-in-one" fusion form because of this obsession.

Even if I couldn't escape today.

As long as they leave the rift, it is impossible for the ancestral spirits of the feathered serpent tribe to catch up.

But they didn't run away.

Only Gunn woke up when he was the only one alive, but when he tried to escape, it was already too late.

...

After listening to Gunn's statement, Zazo couldn't help but frown:

"You mean, you haven't been to the southwest?"

Gunn shook his head quickly: "No, we didn't have time to escape the sanctuary, so how could we run back..."

Zazuo thought he was right, so he tied him up and carried him on his shoulders.

Anyway, I have lost five ancestor spirits, so I have to bring back some to supplement them.

Gunn didn't expect that he would be arrested after being so cooperative. Just as he was about to struggle, the other party grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gunn was horrified to find that these gravels were desperately burrowing into his body like blood-thirsty leeches, sucking out his soul.

His thinking quickly became jerky, his soul became dry, and soon he couldn't say a word.

Zazuo took out the soul-filled gravel, smeared it on himself, then flapped his wings and took off.

"Did you ask anything?" his teammates asked.

"No."

Zazuo waved his hand unhappily:

"They said they encountered some strange beast. Who knows what it was."

"That's really weird. Five patrol guards disappeared mysteriously, and it was after Sao Feng ended..."

Zazuo suddenly said: "Do you think it was someone from the Split Toe tribe who did it?"

The companion was stunned: "The Cleft Toe Tribe? Why are they those guys who raise flying dragons?"

Zazo: "I don't know why I think so, but since the death of their clan leader Ursa, this tribe has revealed a strong sense of strangeness. The gossip about them is just like Sangu Yilande." The legend is just as outrageous.”

The companion sneered and said: "The junior who is bound to you must have a nightmare, right? His chaotic mental fluctuations have affected you. I advise you to stop thinking so as not to affect him."

Zazo: "I hope so."

The group returned with a full load, and the "sanctuary" of Mount Solins gradually appeared in their field of vision.

A desert palace hidden under a mound, only half of the terrace is exposed for the landing and landing of patrol guards.

Different from the towering peaks in the real world, this desert has no mountains, only boundless yellow sand and never-ending howling winds.

So most of their buildings are hidden underground.

However, when they were landing on the terrace, a shrill roar came from below——

That is……

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