Along with ripples in space, a portal opened on the devastated plain.

”呼——”

The north wind howls.

The weeds fell down in the wind.

This is the site of the Battle of Okagra. On the flat ground, there are still holes from shelling and trenches dug by engineers, leaving traces of the brutal wars of the past.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Northern Kingdom are buried here, but after several months, most of them have been washed away by rain, eroded by insects and bacteria, and began to rot gradually. They were eventually buried by thick soil and turned into fertilizer deep underground.

As night falls, everything is quiet, with only the sound of wind and the chirping of insects being heard.

The lich used its flickering "eyes" of ghostly light to look around at the wandering souls in the wilderness, and inhaled the breath of death in the air.

He should have been excited to come to such a "paradise".

The bones of the soldiers are perfect materials for transforming the dead. Otherwise, how could there be a famous saying: "The battlefield is a paradise for necromancers."

War always brings endless killing and death, and these things are the breeding ground for undead creatures.

He could raise an army of the undead here.

However, the present time is different from the past. The lich is not transforming the undead for himself, but working for the empire.

Thinking of this, looking at the nearly 100,000 skeletons densely packed underground, Orestes suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and a chill rushed to his head - even though the lich had no scalp and even his yellowed skull was exposed.

"This, these"

"Are they all going to be transformed into undead?"

"You guessed it right, this is only the second batch, but I will help you with it."

Cassius replied calmly.

The smile that appeared inadvertently at the corner of his mouth made the lich shudder.

This is “only” the second batch?
Will there be a third, fourth, fifth, or even
But after all, the life-box that sustains life is in the hands of the other party. The lich Orestes has no way to deal with it and can only obey orders obediently to save his own life.

Orestes gritted his teeth and consoled himself: "It's just tens of thousands of ordinary undead skeletons."

“It’s nothing.”

"Not to mention we have the help of the master."

Although the lich said this, his exposed gums had already begun to tremble.

The Green-footed Dragon Snake is a monster that is more than ten meters long, and it takes a lot of energy to transform it. But for the Lich, transforming ordinary soldier skeletons is extremely easy.

But it can't help that a little bit of it adds up to a lot, and a little bit of it adds up to a tower. The total number of the remains of the Northern soldiers present is nearly 60,000!
To transform them all into undead skeletons is definitely a huge project - even with Melkor's bone scepter in hand.

However, under Cassius's merciless gaze, the lich still tremblingly raised the scepter in his hand and chanted in a low voice: "O long-forgotten skeleton, existence wandering in the void, I call for your return."

"Om-"

The Undead Stone on the top of the scepter suddenly emitted a spherical dark green force field, covering the vast wasteland.

Cassius beside him lightly flapped his wings, and the power of [Imperial Domain] suddenly descended.

The surrounding magic web suddenly became extremely active, urging the casting of spells, and the necromancy force field suddenly expanded several times at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the entire vast abandoned battlefield.

[Scourge of the Dead]

“Click, click”

The skeletons buried deep underground began to tremble, wriggle, and make slight noises.

The ghosts wandering in the wasteland began to wail, cry, and howl, but were still dragged back into the ground by an invisible force.

The lich's withered bony hand holding the scepter trembled even more violently.

However, Orestes still underestimated the power of these tens of thousands of skeletons, and also underestimated the "help" of Cassius.

He had never felt that he controlled such a powerful force, which was enough to set off a natural disaster of undead that swept across Anzeta. Seventy thousand undead bones were tied to one body.

If he had not been arrested by Cassius, he might have completed Melkor's sacrifice mission and embarked on the path to true immortality.

"Return as immortal, and become me.
For a moment, Orestes was somewhat intoxicated by it, forgetting that he was still in trouble, and even regarded himself as the real master of these undead souls.

However, the next moment, an invisible pressure descended, and the lich felt an extremely dangerous breath coming, and his soul fire began to flicker.

This is a fatal mistake!

He suddenly shuddered and quickly changed his words and murmured:
No, I am the eternal servant of the great Burning Emperor - Lord Cassius! I will serve the Burning Empire until the end of the world! "

The surrounding aura suddenly dissipated, and the lich breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel that if he had not changed his words just now, his life box would definitely be crushed.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the skeletons buried in the soil kept moving, making a "cracking" sound from the friction of bones.

"Shh-"

The first bony hand broke through the ground.

Soon after, more bone hands broke out of the ground, like a pale white, strange sea of ​​​​bone hands blooming in the wasteland.

The skeletons of those northern soldiers and generals crawled out of the mud and stood up unsteadily. They were often still wearing rotten and tattered northern military uniforms, and they held broken knives and swords in their skeletal hands.

However, most of these skeletons were incomplete, with many missing arms and legs, some with their heads missing and only half of their bodies remaining, and some even had shrapnel embedded in their ribs.

There was a skeleton of a general who was particularly tall and looked like he had once been dressed in luxurious clothes, with an obvious bullet hole in his skull.

But this is indeed normal. According to statistics from imperial officials, one-third of the coalition casualties came from artillery fire, and another one-third came from shooting.

These poor northerners were not only ruthlessly slaughtered by the guns and cannons of the Burning Empire while they were alive, but even after death, they were pulled out of the ground by liches to work as coolies for the empire.

Undead skeletons occupied the wilderness, forming a spectacular torrent of skeletons. The 70,000 Northern Allied Forces who had once died in the battle had now become the Empire's Undead Legion.

Orestes struggled to support himself with his scepter, the will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes dimmed again, and even his body became more hunched.

The lich forced a smile and nodded, "Master, this is the undead army that belongs to you and the empire."

Cassius nodded slightly, but then turned his head and looked down at him with his pale golden pupils: "You seemed to want to say that this was your servant?"

"no no!"

"You heard it wrong!"

"No, you have no problem, I made a mistake!"

The lich lowered his head even lower and kept making excuses, even his words were a little incoherent.

"I hope so."

Cassius turned around, slowly flapped his wings, rose into the air, and looked down at the undead army below him in the moonlight.

"Orestes."

"You've done pretty good so far, I hope you can keep it up."

"Don't worry. My empire will not mistreat anyone who has contributed to the empire. Whether you are an immortal lich or a brutal evil ghost, I will treat you all equally."

"Thank you very much, Master."

The lich knelt on the ground, hunched over.

Hearing Cassius's words of praise, he actually felt a little flattered - after all, he was still worried about whether he could save his life.

"Now, follow me to the location where the next batch of undead will be transformed."

"."

Orestes wanted to cry but had no tears. This lich who had killed countless people finally felt the feeling of being exploited. (End of this chapter)