The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0110 growing pains

Li Xun lay restlessly in the stone pagoda bedroom.

For the first time, when one of his heroes went out to work alone, Li Xun always felt uneasy. There are already 4 heroes, and if there is 1 more, the skeleton pillar can be built smoothly. At that time, the hero can be regarded as life-saving, and after all, it is still dangerous to go out now.

"You ghost..." Li Xun chanted silently, he himself was a little confused about what kind of attitude he should have towards these subordinates. Think of them as NPCs. They all have their own consciousness, their own emotional judgments, and grow up with them, which is obviously unfair to them. Let's treat them as partners. The way they appear still makes Li Xun angry. Is this the way a creature should appear?

For some reason, Li Xun just couldn't sleep tonight, his thoughts were fluctuating, and he always felt that he had missed a lot of things, but he just couldn't remember what he missed!

Standing up tall, Li Xun walked onto the rooftop, letting the silver moonlight fall on his body, and the cold night wind hugged his whole body and mind tightly.

Is it too high-spirited and ignores some things around me?

Are you still playing the game yourself?

No, this is by no means a game, this is a real world, a real life!

That being the case, do I have to change my attitude? Can maintaining a sense of mystery and maintaining a close relationship with everyone in this world really benefit me? Home... that is already a very distant concept. For me now, this is my home, and this is my life. If there is no accident, I will struggle and fight here and die somewhere, and my soul after death will also belong to this world. I have been so deeply involved with this world, why do I reject the magic of this world?

attitude decides everything!

I should get rid of the arrogance and arrogance of the foreign colonists before. I am now a mage in Klein Continent, my name is Li Xun, and I will do what I like to do within my ability!

After thinking through this point, and looking outside at the dark forest, what Li Xun sees is no longer some resources and data, but a kind of life, a kind of freedom of living alone in a secluded forest and smiling proudly.

Planning the world is a kind of calculation, lingering in mountains and rivers is a kind of state, where the heart comes, the intention follows, and the state is self-generated. Gains and losses are not so important, and Li Xun's anxiety and boredom accumulated during these times were swept away in an instant.

My uniqueness has nothing to do with success or failure, gains or losses, but that I am really unique.

After cleaning up his messy thoughts, Li Xun took advantage of his clear consciousness to turn his head to think about the arrangement of many heroes. With the development of the cemetery, the number of heroes under him will gradually increase. What kind of model should be adopted for their management? Loose and free lord system or disciplined military rank system, or employment system? These all need to set a tone first.

The appearance of the blood demon today touched Li Xun. Such a rebellious thornhead and madman can only be suppressed by relying on the blood pact. If he is sent to the Skeleton King and Specter, can they subdue him? If there is a problem, how can I balance the relationship?

No, I can't just imagine, I need to read historical documents to see how the kings of this world solve problems? Reform is inevitable, but reform also needs a support to reform! In the future, my own cemetery city will surely bloom everywhere, with fixed portals, and the turnover of troops will be very convenient. At that time, many city lords must be settled. Aren't these city lords the lords of this world?

In Li Xun's mind, the best way is "big center, small place". Strengthen your own direct territory and personal guards, and local small towns use enfeoffment as rewards for meritorious officials. For those who are capable and responsible like ghosts and skeleton kings, they will lead the army alone and become lords; butchers and blood demons who are easy to kill and fight are all recruited into the army to save the disaster.

At present, neither the cemetery city nor the cemetery hero has grown up, so we only catch one by one, and take turns guarding the city. When there is surplus in the future, we can follow this idea to implement.

For a moment, Li Xun's imagination was running wild, and he leaned on the roof and thought of the dawn obsessively.

...

After changing several times in a row, the Specter stopped at a distance of 70 miles from Elliott City, and turned to head north.

This place is close to the undead controlled area, and some former human villages have moved south, leaving only empty houses and window lattices that sway in the wind. There are still fresh horseshoe marks on the dirt road, and the ghost standing on the small dirt slope outside the village can vaguely see the smoke rising from the north of the village. It seems that there are still some outsiders here.

After two jumps, the Specter has already arrived outside the smoking wooden house. As soon as she flashed out of the shadow plane, a wave of noisy sound surrounded her, and the ghost stood in the shadow of the corner of the room in disgust, looking at this group of noisy guys.

There are 7 people lying or standing in the wooden house, wearing dilapidated leather armor, half-body armor, chain armor, and mixed equipment. The bulging bags on the back of the body are of different lengths. With a ferocious face, what are they arguing about?

Rogue or mercenary? Specter glanced around them suspiciously, but didn't see any badges or coats of arms to indicate their identities. It seems that most of them are thieves!

At this time, the house was full of noise, each of them was slapping their chests and stomping their feet, shaking the dilapidated household items around them. Since everyone was talking to each other, it was impossible to hear what they were "discussing" for a while, just Notice some harsh words, "undead", "blood food", "employment" and the like.

"Shut up!..." A burly man sitting in the middle of the room yelled loudly, and the scarred scarred face disappeared in a flash, suppressing many noises. The strong man waited around, turned his head in a little surprise and said: "Poison Eye, go out and see if there is anything suspicious around, I don't think something is right!"

A thin man next to the door responded in a low voice, he took out a dagger from behind and clasped it in his palm, and planned to push the door out. Specter smiled and immediately started.

A ghostly chant sounded, and the shadows behind the people in the room instantly activated, and countless shadowy black figures rushed out, and the dull black dagger stabbed at the thieves' vitals.

The strong man who sensed it is worthy of being the leader of this group, and the reaction is the fastest. He slid out 2 meters with a sliding step, his shoulders shook slightly, and the steel two-handed sword behind his back was already in his hands, separating the dagger stabbing behind him. Taking advantage of the situation, the big sword swung the dagger to open a gap, the cold light flashed, and the sword edge had already cut into the dark black body, smashing it into pieces of black cloth, and then became invisible.

Poison Eye standing at the door of the room was holding back the daggers that kept coming, he managed to breathe a sigh of relief, and was about to ask the leader for help when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, he staggered and took two steps forward, Throwing away the dagger, pressing Zizi's bloody neck with both hands, he fell down slowly with disbelief in his eyes. After cleaning up his opponents, the strong man who was glancing around happened to witness this situation. He could see clearly that a phantom appeared suddenly across the poisonous eyes and throat, and the dagger-shaped phantom soaked in blood disappeared with the dripping of blood drops.

A chill suddenly rose in the strong man's heart, and he raised his voice and shouted: "It's an assassin, an assassin who can be invisible, big..."

Before he finished speaking, the two companions on the side of the house who were closer to the window were hit again. The sunlight coming in from the window distorted for a while, and the light and shadow directly in front of the two of them reflected a vague human figure. This figure was so close to the two of them that it was within reach, and they were so frightened that they slashed quickly. The sword belt whizzed past, but there was no feeling of touching the real thing. Just as they were wondering, their necks hurt, and the two of them also knelt down on the dirty floor. Blood stains sprayed out from the neck wound, obviously dead .

The brawny man froze, stunned by this ghostly way of killing, how would he fight an invisible opponent?

"Let's go..." The strong man knew that today was not going to be a good day, he let out a roar, his body and sword merged into one, and the gate was instantly slashed to pieces, allowing him to rush out.

Ignoring the companions in the house, the frightened strong man gritted his teeth and ran towards the outside of the village. He vaguely heard a few "screams" coming from behind him, and his heart became even more anxious. He didn't even dare to look back , went straight to a piece of woodland not far away.

With the rapid breathing sound of "huchihuchi", his heart beat like a drum and his chest hurt. The strong man rushed into the woodland rolling and crawling, his footing was unstable, and he rolled straight down along a small slope. Getting up, he didn't care to pick up his beloved long sword a few steps away, and rushed towards the densest forest along the terrain. Staggered by the overgrown vines, he had to run with both hands and feet. The bushes and branches hit his body, and he didn't even notice the bloodstains. He just instinctively wanted to stay as far away from the danger as possible.

After crawling through the forest for 3 miles in one breath, the strong man regained his mind and changed to wandering stealthily. After running for another 2 miles, he found a big tree and gently climbed up. Listening quietly to the footsteps of no pursuers behind him, the burly man let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the tree branch and trembling vigorously. I have been dancing swords and swords for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a weird way of killing people. All 6 companions died there, but I don't even know what the murderer looks like!

assassin?

I'm not a big shot, and all I do are no-cost transactions that don't leave anyone alive. Could it be that someone will buy an assassin to kill him?

Fuck, it's a bit close to the bone frame here, it really is a fucking evil door! But I also accepted their employment in response to their call, so they wouldn't even attack their "own people", right?

Just as he was at a loss, the burly man's body suddenly turned cold, and his mind, which had just settled down, immediately picked up again. What happened just now was due to feeling restless in the house. Now that I have run so far, I still haven't escaped?

"Your Excellency, we don't seem to have offended you, right? Can you make me understand when I die?"

When it was really a matter of life and death, the strong man let go of his apprehension, looked around but couldn't find anything, so he had to ask directly.

The sound is not loud, but it echoes in the silent jungle and spreads far away.

No response.