After the human died, Ange also found that he could not go back. The light film turned into a magic leather ornament and was put on his wrist, but he didn't know how to turn the leather ornament back into a light film.

Ange didn't have too many thoughts about not being able to go back. This place was no different from the Palace of Rest. It was equally dead and desolate. The only difference was that there were other skeletons here.

Not long after the death of the human being, a withered skeleton swayed in the distance. It staggered forward, its empty eyes staring at the human corpse, as if there was something attracting it to the corpse.

However, when he approached about thirty meters, the skeleton suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked in the direction of Ange with some doubts, and his empty eyes fell on Ange.

Saw the soul fire in the eye sockets swaying, the skeleton twisted around, and wandered away to other places at a faster speed.

Skeletons have different levels. Ange's level is much higher than that of this withered skeleton, so he immediately scared the opponent away.

In this way, Ange stayed where he was, scaring away more than a dozen withered skeletons and white-bone skeletons in one afternoon. Then, as if the message was communicated and the sphere of influence was re-divided, no low-level skeletons wandered in Ange's direction.

Ange dug a hole and settled down temporarily. He dug another hole to bury the grain in the cart.

It must be said that the pit was dug in time. In the evening, Ange noticed that the wandering skeletons in the distance began to dig pits and buried themselves one after another, and then the wind started to rise.

Wind is the wind of death.

The wind of death is the source of all creatures in the land of death. It brings life to corpses, skeletons, and soul fragments everywhere, and breeds them into skeletons, corpse witches, and undead. However, if you disrespect it a little, it will be ruthless. of destroying everything.

As undead creatures, if exposed to the wind of death for a long time, their souls will slowly solidify, dry up, and then die. Even the most powerful golden skeleton Lich King is no exception. The difference is that they last longer. That’s all.

Ange lay in the sunken pit, listening to the howling of the wind of death, and his soul gradually calmed down. The wind of death has the effect of soothing the soul. As long as it is not blown from the front, it will not affect the soul.

Lying in the pit, Ange curiously stretched out a finger into the cold wind. The gray fog-like wind of death blew through his fingers, forming air vortices, and his entire palm also Blow by the wind, it becomes as silvery as metal.

Blowing by the wind, a cool breath snaked down from the palm of his hand and was transmitted to his soul fire, giving him a powerful feeling of devouring his soul, which made him feel slightly refreshed.

For a skeleton like him, the best way to strengthen himself is to devour the souls of his kind. However, he is a vegetable-growing skeleton and does not need to strengthen his soul. Moreover, he is the only one left in the Palace of Rest, and there is no one of his kind to plunder.

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However, it is the instinct of every soul to strengthen oneself. After trying it, Ange felt unable to stop and couldn't help but stretch out both hands.

One night passed, the sky dimmed and the wind of rest stopped.

Ange felt that his soul had solidified a lot, and he didn't know how much it had grown, but his bones had changed drastically. There were fewer potholes, some big holes had shrunk, and small holes were filled directly, like It's like applying putty.

If the wind blows a few more times, it seems that there is no need to replace the bones, Ange thought silently.

Climbing up from the pit, Ange found that the human corpse yesterday was missing. When he looked up, he found that it had been transformed into a zombie and was moving swaying elsewhere.

Ange ran over and dragged it back. The little zombie was frightened to death and thought Ange was going to eat it, so it struggled and groaned.

Unfortunately, even the withered bones and white skeletons were scared away by Ange, not to mention that it was a newly born baby zombie that was quickly stripped naked by Ange.

What was peeled off were human items, a leather satchel, an empty water bottle, and a long sword. There was a map and a few silver coins in the satchel, but nothing that could prove his identity.

In other words, why is this human being here? How to activate the teleportation array? It may forever remain a mystery, and if Ange himself cannot figure out the use of the magic leather ornaments, he may never go back.

Ange looked at the much smoother bones, as if... not being able to go back wouldn't be a bad thing.

Because of the wind of death, Ange settled down in this wilderness, bathing in the wind of death every day, and continuing to strengthen his soul.

The new little zombie gradually became familiar with Ange. When Ange dragged it away at first, he scared it half to death, thinking that it was going to be eaten. Unexpectedly, after being stripped naked, Ange ignored it. .

A newborn zombie who was lucky enough to escape was wandering around in confusion until the wind of death blew.

How can a newborn baby zombie withstand the fierce wind of death? It instinctively digs into the ground, trying to dig a hole to hide in. However, according to its digging speed, if the hole is not dug well, the soul will probably be blown away. .

Fortunately, the pit where Ange was was not far away from it, so I went over to drag it into the pit against the wind.

Ange was too powerful compared to the little zombie, and squatting in the same pit was filled with a sense of oppression. It was so frightened that it crawled out, but as soon as its head popped up, it was blown back by the cold wind. Finally, Holding his head, he huddled at the edge of the pit, shivering.

Ange ignored it and reached out his hand to guide the cool breath. When the day broke and the wind of death stopped, the little zombie couldn't wait to crawl out.

This time, the little zombie decided to stay away from this scary place, but as soon as he walked thirty meters, he was driven back by another wandering skeleton.

This thirty-meter radius has become Ange's territory. If the little zombie stays inside, Ange will not care about it. Once it leaves this area, the new soul is the most delicate and delicious food, and anyone can bully it.

After being chased several times by other skeletons, the little zombie realized that other places were scarier than here.

As evening came, the wind of death blew, and the little zombie, unable to dig out his own pit, returned to Ange's pit in fear.

It stiffened its neck and kept looking at Ange. Seeing that Ange ignored it, it retracted a little, but still ignored it, it retracted a little more, until it reached the corner where it stayed last night. Even its posture was the same as yesterday. Same, holding his head, but no longer shivering.

The next morning, it couldn't wait to crawl out again, but in the evening, before the wind of death blew, it crawled into the pit early, no longer holding its head, but curiously observing Ange, and even looked at Ange curiously. Try to follow suit and put your palms out of the pit.

Of course, this reckless move made its soul violently baptized by the cold breath.