The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis

  Chapter 38 Different Skeleton Soldiers (for collection)

  Chen Weicai breathed a sigh of relief because of his victory, and a red message popped in front of him.

  【Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves! Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves! 】

  Looking at the message that popped up in front of him, Chen Wei's expression suddenly became solemn.

   At this time, Stanford and Zhuifeng also surrounded him.

  Seeing Chen Wei's complexion is not very good, Zhui Feng persuaded him there.

   "Boss, this kind of loss is considered small. We encountered a sneak attack, and we killed them all."

  Zhuifeng became more and more excited as he talked. He even ran to the place where the elf hero was standing before, and found the flag that was blown out.

   "Boss, have you seen it? This is the clan flag of the elves. When we saw this thing before, no matter how rude their request was, we would agree to it.

  Now you see, I dare to do it. "

  Zhi Feng said while throwing the flag on the ground, stepping on it back and forth.

   "Thank you."

  Watching Zhuifeng's performance so hard, Chen Wei felt a little better.

   "Zhuifeng, can you find this clan?"

  This question stopped Zhuifeng from asking, he propped his chin and thought seriously: "They don't belong to the nearby clans, there are two elf clans nearby, neither of them have this kind of style, I recognize their flags and styles.

   This kind of mouse player should be the clan that has just been arranged.

  If we want to seek revenge from them, we may not necessarily find a place. "

  Chen Wei looked at Stanford again at this time: "Stanford, help deal with all the corpses here, I need to use these corpses to replenish my troops."

   Having said this, Chen Wei paused, "The corpse of the elf hero remains."

  Stanford understood what Chen Wei meant, and he immediately called the walking corpse to move the corpse.

   At this time, Zhuifeng said from the side: "Boss, you want to engage in those skeletons again, can't you do it?"

   "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean I'm making a bone frame? Bah, that's transforming the undead. Besides, if I don't transform, these corpses are useless. If it decomposes into flesh and blood, you can eat it."

   Zhuifeng was not unhappy when Chen Wei said this, but said there: "That's not what I mean, I just feel a little uncomfortable. Those bones are really useless. It's better to recruit more centaurs."

   "You centaurs are useless." Stanford, who had brought the corpse back, heard what Zhuifeng said, and went back directly.

   "Why are our centaurs useless?"

   "You guys want to eat."

   "But we run fast!"

   "You guys want to eat."

   "We are very powerful."

   "You guys want to eat."

   "Okay, you two stop arguing, it's really troublesome, Stanford is doing things."

  Chen Wei directly separated the two who were about to fight, "Transform all of them, don't leave any one behind."

  Stanford snorted at Zhuifeng, and then directed the walking corpses to pile up the corpses of elves and dwarves.

   When Stanford turned his head, Chen Wei looked at Zhuifeng, "How much did you lose this time?"

   "Ah, oh, the loss is not much, a dozen ponies were killed in battle."

  Although Zhuifengzui didn't care much about the loss, but his appearance actually made his heart ache for the dead nightmare centaur.

   "Are there any stables nearby that haven't been found yet? You need to replenish your troops."

Chasing the wind shook his head, "No, I have run through all the nearby stables, and I have recruited all the centaurs that I can recruit. If I want to find them again, I will have to travel two days to other areas. Consumption along the way is troublesome."

  Chen Weizheng wanted to say that two days is not far away, but he immediately understood that the two days mentioned by Zhuifeng meant two days at the speed of a centaur.

  The distance here is far away.

  Chen Wei didn't ask about the elves and dwarves camps nearby.

  Elves are unlikely to join the team of chasing the wind.

  As for the dwarves, they might join the wind chasing team, but after joining the dwarves, the speed of the wind chasing team will become similar to that of Stanford's team.

   Marching with dwarves is tantamount to killing Zhuifeng.

  While Chen Wei was thinking about how to replenish some troops for Zhuifeng, Stanford was also ready to summon the soul.

  He stood in front of the pile of corpses and chanted a spell. The pile of corpses had obviously been sorted out, and the corpses were stored separately according to different levels, races, and occupations.

  The flag that was trampled by the wind chasing before was piled on top of the pile of corpses, and next to the flag was the big mouse that the elf hero rode.

  Stanford really left only one body for Chen Wei, and did not let go of anything else.

  Under Stanford's spell, purple magic patterns covered the pile of corpses.

  At the same time, a green mist rose around the corpse pile.

  Under the influence of the mist, the pile of corpses slowly sank downward.

   After a while, the ground swallowed all these corpses.

   It was as if they had never seen these corpses in the first place.

   At this time, Stanford took a step back.

  The magic circle on the ground began to expand outward, but in a blink of an eye, a purple magic circle with a diameter of 30 meters appeared on the ground.

  Finding that Stanford's handling was different this time from the last time, Chen Wei stepped forward and asked.

"What's happening here?"

   "Oh, the race and occupation of the source of the corpse are different this time, I used a more secure method."

   While Stanford was explaining, the soil under the magic circle began to change again. Bone-like arms stretched out from the mud, and began to climb up from the ground with a single effort.

  Chen Wei noticed that these skeleton soldiers were somewhat different from the previous skeleton soldiers.

  They had broken armor made of white bones on their bodies, and they held long swords of white bones in their hands.

"This is…"

   "The size of the previous corpses was not the same, so some adjustments were made automatically."

  Chen Wei understood immediately after listening to the difference in body size. To put it bluntly, the dwarves were too short and the elves were too thin.

  If this corpse is transformed by the previous method, the transformed skeleton cannot be seen at all.

  That's why Stanford used such a method.

  But I think there must be something different about the skeleton transformed by this method.

  Chen Wei looked at these skeleton soldiers, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a different skeleton behind the skeleton soldiers.

  Other skeletons are holding long bone swords, but this skeleton soldier is holding a long staff of bones.

  At the same time, there is still a cracked line between the eyebrows of this skeleton soldier. Those who don’t know still think that his head has been beaten, and they haven’t put it together yet.

"this is?"

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