Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 563: Close the door before letting the dog out
During the past three days, Heine arrived at work on time every day and watched this stronghold gradually grow from a makeshift team into a fortress.

This process is exactly the same as the process of Nobita building a house in the other world.

The difference is that there is only one color to build a house in the underworld, and that is black, which is in stark contrast to the rich and colorful building materials in MacAlari's world.

In the beginning, the inner world was indeed only silver, which was the color after the accumulation of raw materials.

However, as the system came online and more and more people connected to the system, all kinds of thinking converged and collided, and the color of the superimposed raw materials also changed accordingly.

At their core they are still silvery-white fragments of light.

But I have to say, this open tower built around the rift is really beautiful. The center looks like a launch silo. The undead that originally rushed in in a disorderly manner now stop on the surrounding platforms and pass through the door in an orderly manner.

The person in charge of allocating troops, or managing this stronghold, is called Taloz, and he is also the commander-in-chief of this operation.

Heine could tell that this was a Zanluo person, and a very ancient one at that, with a high proportion of orc blood.

Even though he had turned into a lead-gray soul, he still managed to dress himself like a human being.

He was muscular and wore a scarred plate armor. Although his facial features were human, the outline of a lion could be vaguely seen. Even with his disheveled hair, he had an amazing temperament.

Compared with those strange-looking undead creatures around, this is simply the protagonist!

But the protagonist looked a little distressed.

He had just given the order to attack, but the effect was not ideal.

There is a newly dug pool next to the fortress. Every time an undead dies outside, a soul fire as thin as a candle will float back and fall into the pool.

Some are only the size of a knuckle, some are like eggs, and the largest is no bigger than a head.

Similarly, some can come back and some cannot.

Even so, this pool is now filled with soul fire that has entered the resurrection sequence.

The fighting power on the other side of the door obviously put a lot of pressure on Talos.

It was like a signal from the player, telling Heine that it was time to go up!

Heine took the initiative to walk towards Taroz.

There are not many living people in the underworld, and there are only about twenty people in the entire base who have the ability to speak their own language, so there is no strict hierarchy.

Talos sensed the necromancer approaching him, and withdrew his gaze from elsewhere and fixed it on Heine.

The latter immediately felt the pressure.

It was as if he was in the holy land of Zanluo Plateau, and the omnipresent fighting spirit was licking him like a flame.

"Sir Taloz, I have something to say." He said stiffly.

"What do you want to say?"

"There may be something wrong with your tactics."

Taloz's face was calm, as if the "you" the other party was talking about was not referring to him.

"Are you finished?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, the fortress built by Collins will be attacked soon."

"Any more?"

"Nothing."

"Then get lost."

"Okay, I'll get out now."

Heine shrugged and left tactfully.

Although there is no strict hierarchy, Talos obviously looks down on necromancers like him.

He returned to his workstation, and Eric, the guy who scared him three days ago, walked over with his neck stiffened.

"What's wrong?" Heine looked at him.

The two had some interactions during these three days. Although not much content involved Eric himself, their relationship became much closer.

People with social anxiety do not have language barriers, they just don’t know what to say to strangers. However, if the person is an acquaintance, even if they are only slightly familiar with each other, they can still talk a lot.

Eric raised his chin in the direction of Taroz.

"He's very old. Very old!"

Heine nodded. "I can see that."

Eric's mouth was crooked, and he chuckled softly, looking at him with a look that said "you'll never be able to tell".

Heine was stunned, and immediately understood what the other party meant: "Is it far beyond my expectations?"

"He is the orc royal family of Tayaga!" Eric whispered, raising his eyebrows at him: "Lion Head! Did you see that?"

Heine nodded blankly: "This can indeed..."

"What the hell!" Eric laughed again: "He is a bastard! So he has a lion's head, but he is not a lion!"

"I did think of that." Heine said sincerely, "If it was a pure-blooded orc, the Zanluo people would have hidden his soul. How could he have come here?"

The soul of a pure-blooded orc is the seed that gives birth to the "return of the ancestral spirit", which has been verified in the Quetzalcoatl tribe.

And the purer the blood, the stronger the attraction of the sanctuary of Zanluo Plateau to their souls.

Eric immediately glared and asked, "Then tell me, why are you here?"

"Perhaps it is his mixed-race identity that prevents him from entering the imperial mausoleum?" Heine pondered.

Eric's eyes widened even more, and after a while he tilted his head and grinned:
"It's boring."

He mumbled something incomprehensible and returned to his workstation.

Looking at his back, Heine sighed.

Eric is actually very clear-headed, and his language logic is better than most normal people, but he speaks too bluntly, so he looks like he has no brains.

But there is an advantage to this, which is that the information he gives is usually very concise.

For example, Taloz's identity as an illegitimate child was the reason why he could not enter the imperial mausoleum, which is why he ended up in such a situation.

If that's the case, then he lived at least five hundred years ago, which is quite old.

The player on the other side of the door didn't keep Heine waiting for long. As Collins, with only his head left, angrily emerged from the portal and soaked in the resurrection fountain, cursing and recounting his experiences, Talos's eyes changed when he looked over here.

He said something to Collins, who was startled and turned to Heine:

"Gray! My good brother, come quickly!"

So good brother Gray came to Collins and joked: "It seems that you were ambushed?"

"Taloz said you guessed it, what's going on?" Collins asked.

Heine shrugged. "You said before that the old woman of the Alianko family did something, so Savia became abnormal and opened the door. If the forces around her have the ability, or know how to target Savia, then they may not be unfamiliar with the underworld and us, and their combat power will not be much different. What does this make you think of?"

"Lloyd Gittier!?"

Collins jumped in the pool anxiously: "How could I forget this!? Macara's Gittier, they know about the underworld... No, not just them, Holy Light! Macara's Gawain, you mentioned to Loxian about the strange high concentration of Holy Light! I was wondering why there was stubborn resistance in three directions, Macara sent a Paladin!!!"

He immediately looked at Taloz: "Macara's reinforcements are a disaster! The Nessians will not allow too many paladins to set foot in the hinterland of Delmines, so they won't have too many people. Only you are not so afraid of the Holy Light. Taloz, please be sure to launch a decapitation operation to repel those reinforcements, otherwise we are just wasting resources!"

The half-orc seemed to look down on the other party, but due to the pressure of certain authority, he had to obey him.

He didn't rush to answer, but looked at Heine.

"Why is there a problem with my tactics?"

Heine: "The fearlessness of the undead and the fearlessness of the Zanlo people are two different things."

Taloz's eyes moved slightly: "What's the difference?"

Heine then converted the game terms such as "morale characteristics" mentioned by Brother Yang and Teacher Xia during their conversation and talked about them to this guy.

In "AGE", morale is a global damage-increasing and defense-enhancing aura that acts on the battlefield.

The morale of a normal army will increase with events such as beheading enemy elites, breaking flags, and occupying, and vice versa.

The armies of the Undead Scourge and the Zan'ro people share a common advantage, namely, their morale is as stable as the electrocardiogram of a dead person, and will not decrease with combat casualties. In addition, they tend to crowd into crowded places without command.

But there is a subtle difference between the two.

In the short term, the large-scale casualties of the Undead will cause the opponent's morale to rise, but the Undead cannot respond and will only rush forward.

Although the Zanluo people also suffered large-scale casualties, they were all human beings and could sense that the enemy's morale was high, so they temporarily avoided their attack and waited until this period was over before attacking again.

So even if it is the same mindless and reckless tactics, the opponent's morale fluctuation will follow a completely different curve. People who are familiar with the rhythm can take advantage of this feature.

And that is the situation right now.

While the main force had annihilated a considerable number of undead and their morale was high, Da Huang directly used his airship to raid the opponent's homeland, adding fuel to the already high morale.

This is not just about stealing monsters, it's also about boosting morale.

If it were in the game, the morale of the Nice people would have been so low that it would be difficult for Taloz to take action personally.

After listening to Heine's analysis, Taroz couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

He had been a ghost for so long that he didn't even realize such a simple problem. "You are pretty good."

He patted Heine on the shoulder and said, "When I come back, I will promote you to be my staff member."

Heine was happy because he had staff around him wherever he went.

"It's my pleasure." He nodded slightly.

Then he watched as Talos called a few of his capable men and jumped into the portal with him.

Judging from their size alone, there were five or six level seven evil spirits that went with him, and two huge stitched monsters, which almost drained all the high-level combat power of the stronghold.

"Are high-level undead creatures rare?" Heine suddenly asked.

"We lack high-level souls." Collins said with sarcasm on his face, not knowing who he was mocking: "Vritas, the south, the north, the forest, everywhere is lacking high-level souls. The stronger they are, the stronger we will be."

"Yes, after all, there hasn't been a war for a long time." Heine murmured.

"It will be soon." Collins gathered a hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Our chance is coming, Gray. Taroz is a good commander, so--"

"Good, do you mean you didn't even notice this?" Heine said mercilessly.

“You don’t understand.” Collins shook his head. “The military tactics of the dead and the living are two different things. You have been a necromancer for too short a time and have retained too much common sense of the living. This is not good.”

Heine asked in confusion: "But didn't I help him just now? And you are injured like this because..."

Collins laughed and said, "I didn't say I came back in a 'bad defeat'. What if I told you my opponent was in a worse defeat than me?"

Heine's heart skipped a beat.

Collins continued proudly, "After I found myself being targeted, I decisively chose to lure the enemy deeper, because I am not afraid of death at all. They did break into the fortress, but now the fortress has blocked the exit. When Talos gets out, they will all die! And what about me? After reshaping my body, I will return to that battlefield again and turn them into our warriors with my own hands!"

He let out a series of hysterical and perverted laughs, and gradually drifted away from the researcher Collins in Heine's memory.

——He probably didn’t realize that the one who attacked him was not a human, but a skeleton.

Heine thought to himself, then calmly returned to his seat.

He touched the small bulge on his waist, and the will of the god of war was slightly agitated inside.

It has been getting restless since it approached Talos.

It seems to be screaming madly, "This smells good, this smells good, this smells good."

"Eric."

Heine shook off his only friend here.

"Keep an eye on it for me."

"No problem!" Eric responded with an "I understand" look and patted his shriveled chest: "It'll be my turn later!"

"Ok."

Heine looked around and then left his position.

He went around to the back of the hillside, then adjusted the rune display on his identity plate, then no longer concealed his level six soul fluctuations and went back to the base.

Guarding the border of the stronghold were eyeballs floating in the air every ten meters or so. They just glanced at Heine's nameplate and ignored it.

Heine didn't dare get too close to the portal. He took off the will of the god of war from his body and stuffed it into the body of an evil spirit passing by.

The latter glared at him with a hissing sound, and Heine glared back with an even colder look and level six mental strength. The evil spirit immediately became timid, and then fled tremblingly to the queue beside the portal.

Heine made another circle and returned to his workstation.

"Is it big?" Eric asked.

Heine rubbed a lump the size of a fingernail with the spirit embers, but there was actually nothing inside.

"Look, the small one is also very cute," he said.

Eric rolled his eyes at him: "Not interesting."

——It will be interesting later.

Heine smiled and watched quietly as the evil spirit entered the portal.

……

"Something's wrong, it seems we've fallen into a trap!"

After circling around for a few times without success, there were more and more pursuers behind him. Da Huang also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Their morale was indeed boosted by this attack, but there was nothing else after that.

The shell of this fortress is so weird. It was as crisp as a biscuit when someone crashed into it, but now it is as solid as an iron plate. Even though Mr. Sa claimed that he could tear a hole in it with his ST set, Da Huang didn't dare let him try.

He didn't dare to stop at all.

Fortunately, the roads in the fortress were winding, and the enemy didn't have many flying units, so he could only chase them on the ground. He didn't need to run very fast to get rid of the enemy, so his brain wasn't overloaded and he still had time to think.

Wei Dian Yuan: "Just go around, I'm almost ready."

"it is good."

However, just as Dahuang started and was about to turn around and make another circle, a crack suddenly appeared in the black wall above his head.

Da Huang: “Opportunity!”

The four of them returned to their positions almost at the same time. Wei Dianyuan gave up on condensing the soul storm and gave full power to Dahuang.

Teacher Xia and President Sa climbed out from the terrace and stood on top of the floating city.

As long as they get close enough, Dahuang will transform back, and the two of them will take turns to use inertia to carry both of them out, and then transform again outside.

They have practiced this operation many times and know it by heart.

however--

Swish!
The black and red blade light, so fast that it was too late to dodge, split the air like lightning and headed straight for the two people on top of the floating city.

A half-meter-wide crack followed closely behind the knife light, and the unstable space had already been shaken by the splitting.

Teacher Xia and Mr. Sa reacted very quickly. When the knife was about to hit them, one jumped back and the other moved away in a shadow.

boom!
The knife hit the floating city heavily, leaving a hideous cut on the black shell and almost splitting open Dahuang's forehead.

The power of the knife also caused Da Huang to fall to the ground, separating from the two people above.

"It's a lion's head!"

At the critical moment, Da Huang roared:
"Level 7 at most, no enchantment for the Great Cleave!"

The Usurper Greatsword is a key weapon for warrior players in the middle and late stages of AGE. The reason why it is key is that the weapon spirit "Lion-headed Man Taloz" can provide a special effect aura of +1 skill level for all warriors.

Even if no warrior player can hold on until they get this weapon, the basic warrior skill +1 for plate armor melee alone is quite powerful.

Moreover, this greatsword also comes with a skill called "Hurricane Flame Slash", commonly known as the big cleave, which is the slash that just hit the head.

The huge range of the cleave also has special effects such as wind absorption and high temperature, melting, and burning of the flame blade. Only one cleave can be made in a natural day, and you have to rest after chopping Taloz.

It can be said that this weapon is awesome just based on this special effect.

After just one encounter, the player had already confirmed the opponent's identity and combat characteristics.

But the clearer it is, the more headache it causes.

This guy is really impossible to beat.

Although the players' warriors are weak as hell, the NPC's warriors are incredibly strong.

Now, Taloz, who had slashed with his sword, not only did not rest, but also floated quietly in the air, overlooking the area below.

The crack behind him was still open, and several level seven evil spirits squeezed out of it and lined up around him.

"What the hell is this..." Mr. Sa couldn't help but mutter, "I can only drag two people down with me at most."

Teacher Xia: "I can help you attract hatred for 5 seconds, at most. After seconds, I will be gone."

Wei Dianyuan: "How about this, I cast a spell to trick him into locking onto me, and you guys take the opportunity to escape?"

Da Huang: "No, let me fight him with my butt. After the crack is created, you can take the opportunity to sneak in. Isn't Heine over there?"

Teacher Xia: "Damn, you are so smart, Da Huang!"

Mr. Sa: "Cow, Dahuang, cow!"

Wei Dianyuan: "It's you who's to blame, Mr. Yu!"

Having escaped from the desperate situation, the four of them screamed with joy, as if they were not the ones who were in the desperate situation just now.

However, just as the four were preparing to carry out this plan and give Heine a great gift, a red light faster than the Great Cleave suddenly flashed by.

Then they saw that the arrogant Taloz just now had only half of his body exposed and struggling.

His upper body was held in the mouth of a huge wolfhound with blood-red flames burning all over its body.

Under the latter's claws were two stitched monsters that had turned into meat patties.

(End of this chapter)