The little zombie thrived under Ange's protection, spent its infancy safely, and became a bast zombie.

This is the lowest level zombie, on the same level as a skeleton, but because it has a layer of skin and flesh, it has higher defense and stronger combat power than a skeleton.

So one day, the little zombie dragged a skeleton back into the pit and pushed it in front of Ange.

Give me? Ange tilted his head.

The little zombie nodded and pushed the skull's head towards Ange.

Ange shook his head. The soul of the withered skeleton was too weak, and swallowing it might not be as effective as bathing in the wind of death.

The little zombie lowered his head and dragged the skeleton away in disappointment. But then, all the nearby skeletons suffered, and no one could escape the beating of the little zombie.

When it encounters a skeleton that cannot be beaten, it hides back in Ange's territory. Even the skeleton does not dare to enter within a thirty-meter radius.

Although there was a diligently predatory little zombie nearby, it had no impact on the surrounding ecology. The vacant space was quickly filled by skeletons wandering from other places. The skeletons thrown away by the little zombies passed through the wind of death. After a night of blowing, a new soul is likely to be born.

This is the eternal reincarnation of undead creatures. The only thing that changes may be the soul strength of Ange and the little zombies.

If nothing else happened, Ange might have stayed in the pit, just like he had been growing vegetables on the farm for more than a thousand years. However, something unexpected happened. On this day, the little zombie ran back to the pit in panic and pushed He grabbed Ange and pointed wildly outside.

There was a scar on the little zombie's face that was deep enough to show the bone. It was unknown what caused it.

Ange poked his head out and saw only a gray skeleton leading more than twenty low-level skeletons into Ange's territory.

They are also gray-bone skeletons, and Ange has no level advantage over them. Under its leadership, low-level skeletons also ignore this level suppression.

Did the little zombie stab the skeleton nest?

Without saying a word, Ange dragged the little zombie and ran out of the pit. He felt that he could not defeat the gray skeletons of the same level and more than twenty subordinates.

They ran in front, and Gray Skeleton led the team to chase after them. After chasing for two or three kilometers, Gray Skeleton gave up the pursuit unwillingly.

"What did you do?" Now that he was safe for the time being, Ange breathed a sigh of relief and asked from his soul.

The little zombie stared blankly at Ange. Its IQ was not enough to answer Ange's question.

Okay, Ange gave up. The same kind of on the farm used to be like this. When you ask them questions, they will look at you blankly. The little zombies are already considered excellent. Know to come back to remind when being chased... .

No, if the little zombie doesn't run here, then the gray skeleton will just chase it. What does it have to do with him?

Being implicated by you..., Ange knocked the little zombie on the head.

Because the little zombie caused trouble randomly, Ange was kicked out of pit where lived for several months. It was going to be dark soon, and he had to find a shelter from the wind as soon as possible.

Was too late to go back, so Ange dug a pit on the spot and hid in it with the little zombie. Because the pit was relatively shallow, the surrounding soil had to be gathered back and buried on the two of them.

As soon as the wind stopped the next day, Ange crawled out, dug a pit a few meters away, and threw the little zombie over. He decided not to let the little zombie hide in his pit, lest it cause trouble in the future and hurt himself.

However, at night, when the wind started to blow, a head was dangling beside his pit. Seeing that Ange didn't drive it away, it slipped in.

Threw it out of the pit the next day and ran over again at night, just like playing a game.

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This kind of game didn't stop until Ange dug a passage between the two pits, because when it came, Ange would kick it into the passage and let it crawl back on its own.

Ange is a skeleton who lets nature take its course. He has been able to cultivate land for more than a thousand years without being driven by anyone. Now that he has been driven out of the safe underground cave, he does not care and digs a new underground cave even bigger, staying in the crypt every day to guide the wind of death.

The little zombie was much more active than him, and would run out every day as soon as the wind stopped. The low-level skeletons nearby suffered its poisonous hands again，the soul continues to grow in this continuous tossing.

Originally thought that today would be the same as before, but not long after the wind started, Ange heard a sound of footsteps, and not long after, he saw a person slipping into the pit.

This is a human being wearing a cloak. He looks about forty or fifty years old, with a weathered face. He holds a delicate staff in his hand and is surging with powerful magic power. Is a human mage.

The human mage discovered Ange in the crypt, and said "Eh" in surprise: "A skeleton? Why did the skeleton run up the slope? Uh, I'm sorry to bother you, can you let me take shelter here from the wind?"

The human mage just asked casually. As we all know, skeletons must reach the gold level to have intelligence. Ordinary skeletons act more based on instinct and will attack when they find a threat. Maybe the skeleton in front of you will pounce on him in the next moment come up.

However, he dared to walk in the land of death, the human mage would not take a mere gray skeleton seriously. He took off his bucket hat and waved his hand.

A huge head stretched into the pit, instantly filling the remaining space in the pit. It was a bone horse, with empty eye sockets flashing with blue soul fire.

The pit is not big, and can accommodate a skeleton, a human, and the head of a bone horse. There is not even room to turn around. Ange shrank to the link passage with another crypt, blocking the exit to make room for more space.

When the wind of death was raging, why would a human mage appear here? Doesn't the wind of death affect him? Even if it couldn't affect him, how did his bone horse hold up?

Ange soon found out.

The human mage first glanced at him curiously, confirming that the skeleton had no desire to attack, and then stretched out his hand to press on the bone horse's head. Wisps of black smoke were seen rising from his palm, and from the bone horse's eye sockets the nostrils and other empty places were drilled in.

Wherever the black smoke passes, the color of the bones of the bone horse slowly fades. Only then did Ange notice that the bones of the bone horse had been eroded by the wind of death, and there were signs of decay on the surface.

The wind of death has a very strange mechanism. If the skeleton has a soul, the wind of death will corrode it. But if it is just a skeleton without a soul, the wind of death will protect it and delay it the speed at which it decays will even give birth to new soul fire, turning it into a skeleton.

The bone horse has soul fire, so the bones are eroded, but the traces of this erosion slowly disappear under the soothing black smoke.

Ange somewhat understood why this bone horse could walk under the wind of death. It was because human mages were constantly treating it.

However, this was a very draining mana. After the black smoke enveloped the bone horse's head, the human mage thought of something, slapped his forehead, and said in annoyance: "I was stupid."

The human mage reached out and tore off the skull of the bone horse. The soul fire of the skeleton was in the skull. After taking off the head, the skeleton of the bone horse left outside the pit lost its soul fire. The wind of rest would not cause harm to it.

Holding the bone horse's head, the human mage said to Ange: "On the way forgot about time , thanks to you, otherwise we would have been blown to death by the evil wind here. By the way, why did you come up to this slope? This place where skeletons are not is, it’s all rubble and it’s hard to dig a hole.”

Ange looked at the mage without saying anything. Isn't this a place for skeletons?

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is indeed the case. After the terrain rises, the skeletons disappear, and the little zombies have to go to the flat ground down the slope to find other skeletons.

Seeing his dazed look, the mage chuckled: "Don't mind, I've been in a deserted place for a long time without anyone to talk to, and my language skills have deteriorated. So no matter who I meet, I will try to talk to it. chat."

No matter what Ange's reaction was, the mage continued to talk on his own：

"This road is getting harder and harder to walk. Do you know what this road used to be called? The Golden Road, the Grain Road, the Silk Road, and the basin below used to be the world's transit point for the Undead Empire. Now but it has become the territory of you little skeletons.”

"After the disappearance of the Immortal Empire, the business on this road is also getting harder and harder to do, looking at the previous canonical records, casually opening a small store on the road can earn a lot of money, unlike what I am now, running back and forth for most of the month, and not necessarily earning two months of rations. I really envy you, you don't have to eat or drink, it's only you undead creatures that can stay here."

"It would be great if the teleportation channel could be opened. The food from the Undead Empire could be sold to us, our things could be sold, the trade routes would be smooth, and everyone could make a fortune. But none of you undead have to eat, so why do you produce so much food?"

"Alas, I was stupid again. Not all undead creatures belong to the Undead Empire. Almost a thousand years have passed. Those skeletons belonging to the Undead Empire are probably all gone."

The mage just regarded Ange as something like a tree hole, and did not need his response. He kept talking to himself, but Ange didn't understand the other words, but he understood the last two paragraphs.

Undead creatures don't need to eat, so why do they produce so much food? Because those grains were grown by vegetable gardening skeletons like Ange.

The mage rambled to the end and sighed: "The underground city has suffered another disaster. If we can't find a new source of food, I'm afraid another group of people will starve to death. I hope the teleportation channel can be opened this time. hope the Undead Empire can still exist."

The mage finished talking like he was making a wish, glanced at the peaceful Ange, smiled to himself, pulled up his cloak, and fell asleep slowly.