Something's wrong with my undead

Boneyard, beside the stone bridge.

The lake water has not been completely evaporated, but most of the river bed has been revealed, leaving only the last shallow puddle at the bottom of the lake.

The dried corpses of fish, fishmen, and water monsters hung on the mountain wall, and a disgusting burnt smell permeated everywhere.

Only the charred church is left standing on the island. The cemetery, dormitories, and the vineyards and groves that Heine was familiar with have all disappeared, leaving only a few dark ruins.

Heine looked into the distance in silence without saying a word.

In the works I have come across before, the Holy Light is associated with hope and warmth. No matter how bad it is, it is a representative of hypocrisy. This is the first time I have seen such a violent and arrogant character.

The Boneyard is indeed not a kind place, and necromancers who deal with the dead are indeed disliked.

But the corpses in the boneyard were all bought from the lords. Even if there were no students, they would spend money to recruit them. They had never done anything harmful to nature.

Heine has been working as a side job in the academy for three years, and has memorized almost every student's face. He has never seen any student secretly dragged into human experiments.

At best, it can be regarded as a gray industry, and the crime is far from that.

This unprovoked massacre by railguns exudes an extremist tone, with a certain arrogance and intimidation.

His favorable opinion of the so-called "Holy Light" has dropped to negative.

"Tsk, tsk, Brother Yang, the people in your hometown are so cruel."

"This is not something to be said casually. We at Bloody Dawn are disciplined. The Eternal Dawn gang are pure war criminals."

"Oh, that's right. You haven't separated yet. Why don't you go back and give a shout-out?"

"Am I rushing to send merit like this? By the way, didn't you say this is a broken bridge? It looks like it can still pass cars."

"It's just the last straw. I just hope he doesn't go straight to it."

Naturally, Heine would not do this. He kept all the key words mentioned by the other party in mind, and immediately remembered the saying "broken bridge".

He silently recorded the conversation between the two, tied the horse to the roadside, and connected the three of them with a long rope.

“Tread where I’ve stepped.”

After giving the order, he carefully stepped onto the cracked stone bridge, taking every step with caution.

It took nearly ten minutes to walk the short distance of more than ten meters. After completely passing, Heine breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.

Then, he heard a sudden collapse behind him.

Looking back, I saw that the stone bridge was broken into four parts.

He was extremely glad that he listened to the advice from the time traveler.

Fortunately, the distance between each part of the broken bridge is not too far, maybe it can still——

"It finally looks a bit like the bridge I saw. Why is there an extra length?"

"The section near the island in the center of the lake is unstable. In the game, it was trampled by a barbarian warrior."

"It's too stupid to jump off a bridge, right?"

"really."

Well, don’t worry yet.

Heine untied the rope and beckoned the two of them toward the charred church.

Siara usually stays there all night, and then goes back to sleep for a short while before dawn.

His mood was a little heavy, and his back looked desolate.

Suddenly, the cellar door under the corner of the church was lifted. Heine was startled. He whispered "hide" and quickly hid behind the broken wall next to him.

He looked back and saw that although these two guys started to act after the order, they were running faster than him.

Under the moonlight, in the hot air, the cellar door opened, and a rickety figure emerged from it.

This is……

Heine narrowed his eyes slightly and his breathing became rapid.

Old Hunter?

He was sure that he was right. Several times when he went out hunting and came back late, the little old man would wait at the gate of the cemetery to fine him with his hands behind his back. This silhouette couldn't be more familiar!

The logistics manager came out and propped up the cellar door with a stick, then went back and pulled out a sack that was longer than him.

Then came the second, third...

He pulled out four sacks in one breath, showing no sign of fatigue on his face.

Heine had no reason to think of the name "Two Five Boys". Could it be that...

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, your suit is here!"

"Ah for what?"

"The 'Bone and Flesh' set, that bone-cutting knife is equipped with a meat cutting board, the weapon bleeds, and the shield has a weak life-absorbing spiritual energy. It can be used up to level 15."

"I remember, I reached level 16 without even getting a set... Is this the No. 3 boss of the Bone Dungeon?"

"Yes, that twenty-five-year-old boy."

Sure enough it was him!

The culprit of all this!

New and old grudges were piled up together. Although Heine was itching with hatred, he was still calm when things happened.

He didn't know what kind of strength Old Hunter was, and he had never seen him take action, but they said that this was the No. 3 boss of the Bone Dungeon, so it must not be simple.

But the two people mentioned before that the current attributes are enough to play a dungeon, and the only thing missing is the "degree of freedom."

Most wandering spirits act solely on instinct and require restraint to prevent their ineffective behavior.

He didn't have a system and didn't know how to adjust the "mode", but it probably had something to do with the degree of restraint.

Moreover, this kind of play does exist in the tactics of the Necromancer - releasing the restraints and allowing the servants to move freely to attract firepower. It is understandable for him to do so.

Heine no longer hesitated. He slightly relaxed the restraint on his servants and gave the two men instructions at the same time:

"One approaches silently to attract attention, and one seizes the opportunity to make a sneak attack. Go!"

The detailed instructions were quickly issued in a conscious manner, and both skeletons were shocked!

"I feel less restricted?"

"Perhaps the mode has been switched? No matter, I'll go first and you can take the back seat!"

"Ok!"

As soon as Old Hunter put his head in to drag the fifth sack, Zhu Yang held his shield and hunched over his body, silently touching him three or four meters away with a dexterity that did not belong to a skeleton soldier.

He suddenly slapped his long sword hard on the wooden shield!

clang!

This muffled sound was particularly harsh in the dead night. Old Hunter was obviously frightened and trembled. As soon as he let go, the fifth sack fell back into the cellar.

Old Hunter jumped up in anger and glared at the sheep:

"Damn skeleton, are you looking for death?"

But when he saw the silver will-o'-the-wisp under the opponent's hood, his body suddenly stiffened, and he stretched out his fingers and said tremblingly:

"Ling, Zombie figurine? You...you are..."

"What are you screaming about? Does my body still have an intimidating aura?"

Zhuoyang couldn't understand what the other party was shouting, but he saw that this was a good opportunity!

He suddenly accelerated, the distance of three to four meters shortened instantly, and the long sword hood slashed down!

clang!

At the critical moment, Old Hunter regained his composure. He raised his right hand as black as a claw and blocked the sword forcefully!

Then he looked ecstatic!

"Hahaha, you are not a weak ant, you are not them!"

He grabbed his face with his other hand, and four bright red blood marks appeared instantly, and then four thin blood streaks extended out, connecting to the four sacks on the ground.

"Body of burning blood, fight for me!"

Old Hunter yelled hoarsely and pushed hard with his right hand, and the sheep was pushed away by a strong force.

The latter seemed to stumble to the ground, but used a back roll to remove most of the impact.

The moment he stood up, he squatted on the ground, placed the wooden shield in front of him, and took half a step back with one foot.

Almost at the same time, Old Hunter was bathed in blood and rushed over like a ghost!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The bloody claws continuously left deep marks on the wooden shield. The opponent's feet sank deeply into the scorched earth, but he blocked this series of attacks!

The perfect coordination between the two seems to have been discussed in advance...

"This is impossible!!!"

Old Hunter looked horrified!

It was obviously their first time fighting each other, how could this skeleton completely see through his tactics?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange. Why was there no movement at all behind him?

He was about to throw down this difficult bone, but his throat felt sweet and he vomited a large mouthful of blood!

Old Hunter turned around hurriedly, only to see a thin figure holding a pair of daggers, standing up from the fourth blood-stained sack.

His dagger was stained with blood, and large pools of blood seeped out from under the first three sacks...

"Do not--"