Ange doesn't know how to fight. He is a vegetable-growing skeleton, but he has wielded a sickle for more than a thousand years. When harvesting crops, he can cut them in half and lay them down neatly. As long as he treats the opponent as a crop, Ange can think Cut wherever you want.

The sharp sickle cut off the zombie's neck in one fell swoop. The head rolled down and rolled to the feet of the little zombie. The little zombie was also frightened. He subconsciously covered his neck with his hands and looked at the sickle in Ange's hand in horror.

Just as frightened as the little zombies are people behind controlling zombies.

In a dark corner of the dungeon, a necromancer in black robes suddenly jumped up from his chair and subconsciously covered his neck.

The necromancer's thoughts just now were projected on the zombie, and all the feelings were the same as those of the zombie. Ange's sickle was equivalent to cutting him on the neck.

This was not the first time something like this happened. The main reason was that it was too sudden this time. The Necromancer was completely unprepared, so he was taken aback.

After coming back to his senses, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to contact the zombie again, but found that he had lost contact.

"What a big loss. This zombie has the highest affinity with me and is the easiest to use. What kind of rotten skeleton? Why are its weapons so sharp? It moves too fast." The mage murmured.

"No, I have to go take a look. It's best to catch those two skeleton zombies." The necromancer stood up, came to the wall and pressed lightly. The magic wave stimulated by his fingertips matched a certain structure of the wall, a hidden door in the wall opened.

Walking into the hidden door, there is a long and narrow passage with recessed compartments on both sides of the passage. It is a bit like the layout of a cloakroom. But when you walk to those compartments, you will see that the things placed in those small compartments are not clothes, but zombies and skeletons.

The necromancer picked around, and finally selected a skeleton with slender bones, but white and delicate bones, and murmured: "I'll use you. Although the bones are incomplete and the shoulder blades on the back are a bit deformed, the bone density is the highest. I guess you were well nourished before your death."

Pressing the skull's head with one hand, the necromancer murmured a spell and controlled the white skeleton to walk out.

Eske has always said that the dungeon is very safe. As long as they don't actively attack others, no one will harm the skeletons and zombies.

But Eske only saw the skeleton zombies controlled by Feilin. These could be regarded as organized undead creatures. They were safe under Feilin's control, and no one would dare to harm them.

However, Eske ignored one problem. The wind of death was blowing outside. A large number of residents in the underground city had died or died unexpectedly over the years. Their corpses and bones would not be spawned by the wind of death undead? So where did these wild undead go?

As a human, Eske didn't notice the difference between the wild and the organized at all. When he saw the skeletons and zombies all over the streets, he thought the undead were safe. However, evil often lurked in corners that even Feilin could not notice.

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Ange and the little zombie were noticed as soon as they came in. Ange is a gray skeleton without an owner, wandering the streets, and having no fixed job is an obvious characteristic of being "unowned". But the little zombie is extremely active. It doesn't look like a dull zombie, but more like an infant lich.

Liches, intelligent corpse witches are called lichs, and those without intelligence are called zombies. In terms of growth and practicality, intelligent lichs are hundreds of times better than zombies. Liches can even be easily cultivated into powerful spellcasters.

Think about it, having a powerful spellcaster who obeys your orders and lives long enough would be such a precious asset to you and even your family for generations to come.

The existence of little zombies, gray-bone skeletons like Ange are relatively worthless. The necromancer attacked Ange first, just to subdue Ange and then kidnap the little zombie. Who knew that Ange's movements were too fast, and with one blow just let him lose control.

Theoretically, It is impossible for a broken scythe to cut off the head of a bast zombie with one blow. What causes this? The puzzled Necromancer couldn't restrain his curiosity and sent out a skeleton again, but this time, he no longer expected to subdue Ange and kidnap little zombie. He would be satisfied if he could figure out the reason.

When he controlled the skeleton and came to where Ange was, he only saw a headless zombie following Ange and the little zombie, trying hard to carry the rubble.

The soul of a zombie is in the chest, and it will not die if its head falls off. Therefore, often hear about headless zombies and headless knights, but have never heard of headless skeletons.

It's just that if the head is lost, the perception will be much weaker. When the soul observes the situation from the chest through the flesh, it will feel like a cataract, unless the soul is very strong and can ignore this obstacle.

In addition to the three skeleton zombies who were working hard to plow the fields, he also saw Feilin who suddenly stopped in front of him, with an angry and smiling face: "You bedbugs in the underground culverts, usually don't bother to clean you up, but now dare to attack distinguished guests？ Go to the world of death to repent."

The necromancer only felt Felin's face sunk inward and rotated, instantly making him spin around, sucking him in like a strong suction force, and falling into the endless abyss.

This change made the necromancer horrified, and he thought of a terrible magic - the soul-absorbing abyss.

It is a kind of spiritual magic that specifically targets those consciousnesses attached to other objects, such as mind control and undead possession. However, the success rate is relatively low. The mental power must be many times stronger than the opponent's to make it possible.

Coincidentally, Feilin's mental power was far more than ten times stronger than that of the human necromancer, and he directly pulled out his consciousness and crushed it.

In a dark corner, the necromancer sitting on the chair was shaken, then completely limp, and his body weakly slipped from the chair to the ground.

With his consciousness taken away, the Necromancer is equivalent to a living dead and will never wake up again. Although his body can still breathe and is still alive for the time being, if no one finds him, he will lie on the ground until he is hungry die.

After killing the consciousness attached to the skeleton, Feilin sighed with worry and murmured: "Fortunately, I made arrangements. I finally met a new Watcher and was able to buy food from him. If are affected by these bedbugs, if the Lord Watcher moves to another place to observe, the underground city will be destroyed. No, this area is classified as a restricted area, and cannot let other things in casually."

After saying that, regardless of the skeleton that fell to the ground, he quietly left. He didn't want others to disturb the Lord Watcher, he didn't dare to disturb him himself.

It didn't take long for the restless little zombie to start running around. He soon discovered the white skeleton and dragged it back excitedly, howling at Ange.

Ange ignored the skeleton, but looked at the little zombie in confusion. From its body, a ray of soul energy emerged and floated into Ange's body.

This is the second time. When Ange chopped down the zombie just now, the little zombie covered his neck and looked frightened, and then a ray of soul energy floated into Ange's soul.

From the first ray of soul energy, Ange vaguely felt that he had established a wonderful connection with the little zombie.