Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

The Land of the Dead.

Two miles ahead of the Labour Pass, several low hills meander along the winding road, resembling the spines of a giant beast lying on the earth.

The blood moon hung overhead, its scarlet light casting a dark, brownish-red hue over the barren rock and soil.

Lynch stood on a high slope, his deep purple protective cloak fluttering in the wind.

His gaze was fixed ahead.

Ahead, hordes of skeletons were busy on those hills.

Some were digging on the mountaintop, their pickaxes flying up and down, sending gray-black soil and rocks flying everywhere.

Some were carrying stones on the mountainside, with a dozen or so skeletons working together to carry the heavy stone pillars on their shoulders, slowly moving them down the slope.

Some people built stone foundations at the foot of the mountain. Rough, grayish-white stones were piled up one by one, and the gaps were filled with mud and sand, gradually forming a circular base.

After much deliberation, Lynch decided to take the Labour Pass seriously and expend some resources to build some war facilities.

The main advantage is that it saves time and effort.

There are too many undead lurking in front of the Rabble Pass, totaling in the tens of millions.

If he were to rely solely on his small group of undead to launch a direct assault, who knows how long it would take... he might even lose all interest in the game...

Build magic arrow towers, elemental towers, magic cannons, etc. These things have enormous destructive power and can annihilate undead in large numbers, greatly improving the efficiency of the attack.

Now that we've got Thor, there's no reason not to make use of him.

Then there will be no need for me to personally lead the undead minions to tackle this tough nut; I can just assign the attack mission directly.

You've played tower defense games, right? It's the same idea.

The undead minions are here to conquer cities and territories for him, while he only needs to hunt, read books, practice his sword, and wait for the checkpoints to be conquered.

Isn't this a million times more satisfying than doing it himself?

As for resources...

Building a small number of structures won't consume many resources.

Even if we take a step back and wait until we conquer the checkpoints and advance into the ruins, the resources consumed will be negligible.

The resources in the ruins are ten or even a hundred times greater than those in the wasteland of bones!

"Da da da!"

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

Diego strode toward him with a firm stride, followed by two undead heroes.

Those were two undead with distinctly different appearances.

The one on the left is a giant skeleton, much taller than Thor.

Its body is covered with grayish-white boulders, which are shaped exactly like muscles: pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and shoulder blades, as if a stonemason had carved them out piece by piece according to the outline of the human body.

His arms were particularly thick and strong, and his fists were bigger than Lynch's head, with dense iron spikes embedded in the surface of his fists.

It carried a small crossbow on its back, the base of which was fixed to its shoulder blade with iron hoops. The bow arm was made of thick bones and fine steel, and a mechanical winch hung on its waist.

Name: Grom (Modified Creature)

Occupation: Highland Giant (Cub)

Level: LV16

Attributes: Strength 29.3, Agility 16.1, Constitution 28.7

Skills: Shock Impact max, Crushing Stomp max, Hardened Stone Skin (passive), Ballista Arm max.

Grom, the cyborg giant, is one of Mordred's seven cyborg creations, just like Thor.

The Primarch was a Highland Giant cub who was illegally taken to the dungeon by Mordred and subjected to cruel dark magic modifications.

They incorporated petrified cells into the giant's skin, petrifying his muscles, and installed magic-powered crossbows on his shoulder blades, connecting them to the giant's neural network for control.

It is a complete biological weapon.

Lynch shifted his gaze from Grom to the even more chilling figure on his right.

It was a wolf. It was enormous, about seven or eight meters long.

Its body was like a moving mountain of flesh, its limbs were as thick as stone pillars, its fur was dark gray, as if it had been burned and then grown back, and its subcutaneous muscles bulged, full of explosive power.

The most horrifying thing is its head, which has three parts.

Three wolf heads stood side by side on his broad shoulders and neck, each as big as a bucket.

The fur on the left side was icy blue, its eye sockets burned with eerie white flames, and it kept exhaling white cold air, with moisture in the air condensing into tiny ice crystals at its mouth and nose.

The fur on the right side was dark red, and orange-red flames danced in its eye sockets. With each breath, faint sparks spewed from its nostrils.

The one in the middle is the largest, with dark gray to almost black fur, and dark purple flames burning in its eye sockets. Its gaze is calm and cold, like the leader of the three heads.

All three heads had a ring of black stitches around their necks, clearly indicating that they had been forcibly sewn together.

Name: Cerberus (Modified Creature)

Class: Dark Wolf

Level: LV16

Attributes: Strength 27.5, Agility 32.3, Constitution 26.1, Spirit 26.3

Skills: Frost Ray max, Explosive Fireball max, Low Gravity Field max

Modify the wolf Cerberus.

Using a dark wolf as the prototype, the heads of an ancient dire wolf and a highland fire wolf were stitched together in an attempt to replicate the power of the legendary Cerberus.

It is also one of Mordred's seven most prized works.

Although he has been busy preparing for the wedding and entertaining guests these days, his exploration of the torment dungeon has never stopped.

Under Diego's leadership, he successfully swept through two areas of the Torment Dungeon, and these two undead were the result of that sweep.

Diego stepped forward, knelt down on one knee with a 'thud!', and presented a book to Lynch with both hands.

Lynch gave the undead detailed instructions on what they found in the dungeon: potion ingredients and the like were to be categorized and sent to Stormwind's warehouse, where he would periodically take inventory.

The relevant magical knowledge categories were presented to him for him to review immediately.

"Has another discovery been made?"

Lin Qi's lips curled up.

The dungeon is full of treasures, and he has found several magic books in the past few days.

Unfortunately, most of them require prior basic knowledge, so they can only sit in the warehouse collecting dust for now.

Lin Qi picked up the book and took a closer look.

[Wizard's Hand: Low-level apprentice spell, generates a mental field around the caster, allowing them to control objects within the field at will through mental power.]

Lin Qi's eyes lit up!

This is great stuff!

Retrieving objects from a distance or manipulating objects out of thin air—these are skills that all humans dream of mastering.

In the game, this is just a skill setting, and the skill effect cannot be shown through the computer, but in reality, it would be extremely useful!

However, before he could be happy for long, his brows furrowed again when he saw the section under the spell description.

[P.S.: This skill requires prior knowledge of "Basic Mechanics" and "Three-Dimensional Arithmetic"]

Depend on!

Basic knowledge, it's basic knowledge again!

Lynch was speechless.

"Looks like I really should go check out that Meris Library..."

He began to think about it seriously.

......

Wallenberg, wedding day.

A temporary altar was set up in the castle courtyard, with a deep red carpet covering the white stone steps, which stretched from the castle gate all the way to the center of the altar.

The carpet was lined with white bouquets that could still be found in late winter and early spring, the petals still glistening with morning dew in the sunlight.

The nobles of the Southern Territory sat on benches on either side of the platform, their dark gowns and brightly colored skirts swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Lynch stood on the stage, wearing a dark brown tuxedo with a silver belt around his waist and silver buttons on his collar that gleamed slightly in the sunlight.

His expression was calm, his gaze fixed on the direction of the castle gate.

The door opened.

Margaret came out. She was wearing the deep blue velvet dress and the ruby ​​necklace Lynch had given her.

Her hair was styled into an elegant bun, with a few wisps of hair falling beside her ears, making her face appear fair and serene.

She held a bouquet of white flowers in her hands, the petals still glistening with dew.

She walked step by step down the red carpet, her skirt spreading out and gathering at her feet like a slowly moving blue flower, her gaze always fixed on Lin Qi.

I walked up to him and stopped.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were bright, a confident, calm light, as if she had already digested all her unease and fear.

The wedding was officiated by an elderly priest hired by the monastery; he had gray hair and a hoarse but steady voice.

He finished reciting the ancient oaths and then turned to Margaret.

"Margaret Hollenfield, will you take Lynch Warren to be your wife, to share in his triumphs and to stand by him through his hardships?"

"Whether in poverty or wealth, in sickness or in health, are you willing to stay by his side until death do you part?"

Margaret did not answer immediately, but remained silent.

Priest: "Miss Margaret?"

Margaret remained silent.

silence?

In a wedding setting, at such a crucial moment as the vows, this is practically a fatal mistake.

Seeing that Margaret remained silent for a long time, the guests leaned forward slightly, their ears perked up instinctively, and their wide eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.

Is it a dramatic wedding robbery by lovers? Or a one-woman show of a young girl bravely refusing marriage? Or will it reveal some Wallenberg scandal?

The ladies and young women had already begun whispering among themselves, and gossip and rumors were spreading.

The members of Wallenberg frowned, and the Knight Gael and the old butler Cliff, who were sitting below the stage, exchanged a glance and were preparing to stand up.

Baron Barack was sweating profusely, and his face turned pale.

Even Lin Qi himself looked surprised. At a time like this, what kind of trouble could possibly happen?

The courtyard fell silent. A breeze blew through the bouquet, causing the petals to tremble gently.

Just as Knight Gael and Cliff were about to take action, and just as Baron Barak was about to faint.

Margaret finally spoke, but it wasn't a simple "I do."

Instead, she said, "I, Margaret Hollenfield, hereby swear!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally firm and powerful: "Besides you, I will never touch another man in my life, and I will not associate with any man other than you!"

"From this moment on, my body, my heart, everything I am, belongs only to you!"

A sudden gust of wind swept over, ruffling Margaret's clothes and skirt.

However, she stood tall and unmoving in the wind.

Within its small body seemed to lie immense energy; its resolute voice drowned out the howling wind.

"Whether the road ahead is smooth or rugged, whether the future is bright or dark, I will walk with you, without retreating or hesitating!"

I don't seek wealth, comfort, or the happiness others deem possible. I only wish to spend this life with you!

"Your glory is my glory; your scars are my pride!"

She took a deep breath, and with all her might and determination, said:

I will keep my promise.

"Until death do us part!"