Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

This is the biggest achievement of the past few days, and the building that excites him the most. It was completed this morning.

He walked over and stopped in front of the heroes' cemetery.

Unlike cemeteries, heroes' cemeteries are much more impressive.

It occupies almost twice the size of the cemetery, and is rectangular in shape. It is made of whole blocks of black boulders, with the gaps between the stones so tight that not even a blade could be inserted.

At the entrance are two massive stone gates, each three meters high and two meters wide, carved from a single piece of shadow stone.

Above the lintel between the two doors was an ancient inscription, its script completely different from that in the wizard's journal—more square, more solemn.

"This place is the resting place of those who should not be forgotten."

Lin Qi reached out and pushed open the stone door.

The heavy stone door slid open silently to both sides, revealing the scene inside.

The interior of the Heroes' Cemetery is a spacious rectangular hall with a floor paved with neat black stone slabs.

On both sides of the hall stood thick stone pillars, their shafts engraved with ancient runes. A kind of cold, blue light shone down from the tops of the pillars, illuminating the entire hall in a deep and solemn light.

What is most striking are the tombstones deep inside the hall.

There are three tombstones in total.

Each tombstone is carved from a single piece of shadow stone, more than a person tall, with a surface polished smooth as a mirror.

But at this moment, those monuments are all blank.

It has no name.

No date.

No achievements.

They stood there quietly, like three silent soldiers, waiting.

We wait for those heroes who deserve to be remembered to die, for their names to be engraved on monuments, and for their souls to be awakened and continue the fight in another form.

Each tombstone represents a hero.

A hero is someone with a power far exceeding that of an ordinary undead.

"Where should we look for this first hero?"

Lin Qi stroked his chin, lost in thought.

For this,

He already knew the answer in his heart...

......

A few days later.

The undead world, the bone wasteland, Stormwind.

The blood moon hung overhead, its crimson light spilling across the vast ruins ahead.

The wind blew from the edge of the wasteland, stirring up gray-black dust, and howled as it passed through the ruins.

It's like the final sigh of this dead city.

Lynch hid behind a cracked rock, his gaze fixed on the silent city-state ahead through the narrow fissure in the rock.

Stormwind.

Before the world was destroyed, this barren wasteland of bones beneath our feet was called the Fertile Plain.

The Stormwind City before us was once the largest city-state on the Fertile Plains and the political hub of the Campbell Empire.

From afar, Stormwind City resembles the skeleton of a colossal beast abandoned for millennia, lying on the wasteland, silently recounting some unspeakable destruction.

The city wall is still there, but it is no longer intact.

Those once towering stone walls, tens of meters high, now stand jaggedly on the horizon like rows of crooked teeth.

Most of the city wall has collapsed, breaking into a sloping ruin, revealing the dark interior of the city behind it.

Through the gap, Lin Qi could vaguely see what was inside.

The countless white bones were moving.

Not dozens, not hundreds, but tens of thousands.

The spirits of those who were once native inhabitants of this city still linger in this dead city.

The clothes of men, women, the elderly, and children had long since rotted into pieces, hanging on their skeletons and swaying gently with their steps.

Looking at the green flames, Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh softly, "This scene is much more spectacular than anything in the game."

He also visited Stormwind in the game. But that was on the screen, separated by a keyboard and mouse, by electricity and pixels.

And now-

The spirits of the dead stood truly before him. The bones, the phosphorescent light, the tattered clothes fluttering in the wind—all were real.

This is what the Land of the Dead should look like.

Lynch took a deep breath and pulled down the visor of his helmet.

"Click".

The soft clanging of metal against metal was exceptionally clear in the silence.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, he stepped out from behind the rock and strode toward the collapsed gap in Stormwind, followed silently by the skeleton army behind him.

The moment I stepped through the gap—

"Click, click, click-click-click!"

The chilling sound of bones grinding together rang out simultaneously from all directions.

They were densely packed, like countless bones rubbing, colliding, and vibrating at the same time.

The sound surged from every street, from every collapsed house, from every dark corner, converging into a noisy, teeth-grinding wave of noise.

At the end of the street, the dead appeared.

The first one, then the second one, then the tenth one, the hundredth one—

They poured out of every alley, climbed out of every window, and emerged from behind every pile of rubble.

Men, women, old and young, dressed in tattered clothes, with eerie green phosphorescent lights flickering in their eyes, strode stiffly toward the intruders.

"superior!"

Lin Qi gave a low shout, gripped his cross sword, and charged into the horde of skeletons.

"Whoosh!"

The cross-shaped sword swept out horizontally, its blade cutting through the air with a dull whistling sound.

The sword swept across the heads of the four undead, and a series of "crack" sounds rang out as all four skulls shattered simultaneously, green flames flew, and skeletons scattered all over the ground.

His power is now vastly different from what it used to be.

Just a few days ago, his long knight training finally allowed him to break through the last shackle and step into the knight class.

Name: Lynch Warren.

Occupation: Knight.

Attributes: Strength 8.1, Agility 8.3, Constitution 8.1, Spirit 0.7.

After advancing to the rank of Knight, all three attributes exceeded 8 points. He possessed 8 times the strength, 8 times the agility, and 8 times the physique of an ordinary person.

besides...

"Berserk Mode - Power Surge!"

Lin Qi let out a low shout, and immediately, an inexplicable power surged through his limbs and bones, significantly enhancing his strength.

This is a special skill acquired after advancing to the rank of knight. The skills a knight acquires are related to the breathing techniques they practice.

Lynch's Berserk Breathing Technique grants him the "Berserk - Power Surge" buff, which can increase his strength by about 15% for a short period of time.

Before this group of ordinary civilians who had died, he was like a red-hot iron knife cutting into butter; no one could stop him.

With the second strike, three undead were cleaved diagonally from shoulder to hip, their skeletons scattering in a clatter. The third sweeping strike cut four or five more undead in half at the waist.

The skeleton army followed closely behind, and thirteen elite undead pounced into the undead horde like tigers descending a mountain.

Skull 2's greatsword could clear a large area with each swing, and the Asdok chieftain's scimitar slashes carried the fearless ferocity he possessed in life.

The elite warriors formed battle formations back to back, like meat grinders, shredding the surging undead into pieces.

This team is like an unstoppable ancient behemoth!

Like mowing grass.

Like cutting a melon.

It was as if we were in an empty place.

"happy--!"

Lin Qi cleaved through the three undead blocking his path with a single sword strike and couldn't help but shout out.

Blood boils in the veins, heart pounds like a drum, and every nerve screams.

This feeling, this sensation of fighting amidst a vast army, of charging left and right through a tidal wave of enemies.

"That's what a soldier should look like."

He laughed loudly and swept his sword across the battlefield again, shattering the three undead at the same time.

Lin Qi grew increasingly excited as he killed, his swordplay becoming more and more ferocious, and his steps faster and faster. He felt like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep; no matter how many dead souls lay before him, they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

However, at that moment—

Suddenly, the temperature in the air rose sharply.

It's not an illusion.

The air ahead was distorting and deforming, as if something was burning there.

A wave of scorching heat hit me, carrying a slightly burnt, unsettling smell.

Lin Qi's blood rushing to his head suddenly cleared.

He looked up abruptly and saw a blinding light emanating from the street corner not far away.

It throbbed and expanded at the street corner, scorching and distorting the surrounding air, even blurring the figures of the dead in the heatwave.

Lin Qi's eyes narrowed.

Without any hesitation, he cleaved a skeleton in front of him with a single sword stroke and quickly fled the battlefield.

He had just run a short distance away—

"boom--!"

The dark red light roared out from the street corner, transforming into a huge fireball that slammed into the spot where he had just been standing, leaving a scorching tail.

Flames exploded.

The intense heatwave swept in all directions, and the dark red flames, like a hungry beast, instantly engulfed the dozen or so undead around them.

The spirits melted rapidly in the flames like candles, their bones turning black, cracking, turning to ash, flowing, and dripping.

After the flames subsided, only a charred crater remained, with a ring of melted bone fragments around the edge, still emitting wisps of smoke.

Lin Qi stood on the collapsed rooftop, frowning as he stared at the street corner.

It was a skeleton.

But it was quite different from the ordinary undead around it.

It was covered by a tattered cloak, the hood of which was pulled low, covering most of its skull, leaving only a pale jawbone exposed.

It held a magic wand in its right hand.

The wand was about half a meter long and made entirely of some kind of dark wood. Its surface was covered with densely packed runes—runes that were exactly the same as the patterns on the Shadow Stone, twisted and eerie.

The staff head was inlaid with a fist-sized stone, which glowed with a dark red light under the blood moon and was still pulsating slightly, as if something was sealed inside.

Lynch frowned.

He knew what it was.

His lips twitched, and he uttered a single word in a soft voice: "Lich!"