The magma underground is ultimately endless.

When everyone gathered around the big pot and ate it, everyone was surprised to find that the magma tide had risen back.

It's endless.

The snow people who had just started to hold a little hope were immediately hit hard again.

Seeing everyone's frustrated look, Dai Lin smiled: "You gave up so quickly?"

Bernie was stunned: "Does Lord Stark have any other solutions?"

Dai Lin didn't tell him that he was not controlling magma creatures just now, but just adding some fire elements to the barrier gems and giving a tooth sacrifice!

Just as he was about to say something, a fire flashed by, and the fire crow Benghazi suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"It's better to come early than to come by chance. Come here, come here and try my [Elemental Hotpot Fish]!" Dai Lin said with a smile.

"Sir, there is a change at the foot of the mountain. The heroes of the tribe who went out to patrol discovered signs of the undead activities. The number was unknown, but it was very large, and it might be tens of thousands!" The fire crow reported in a low voice.

Everyone was shocked. Tens of thousands of soldiers were absolutely superior to military strength.

Even Dai Lin's face darkened. Although there are more than 100,000 people in the Snowman Tribe, there are only about 2,000 real soldiers. The gap in military strength is really big!

If it was just a difference in military strength, Dai Lin might have a way out. But Xuan Ji...

Dai Lin didn't dare to forget the night when Xuan Ji almost killed himself twice in Eagle Strike Fort.

As Dai Lin's potion continued to be released, some originally weak and seriously ill snowmen also showed signs of obvious undead after being stimulated by the potion.

Dai Lin's theory has been verified again and again, and no one has doubted the authenticity of Dai Lin's words now.

Calculate the time, yesterday was the day when the magma was set out under the Expeditionary Force. Today the undead came. In addition, according to the normal process, if Dai Lin's potion was not intervened, large-scale undestruction may have occurred in just one or two days.

It is certain that the undead came for the snowman or Dailin.

Then it is impossible to be good at all.

However, the "undead" is a very subtle existence on the Linfeng Plateau. Some people hate it, some people like it, some people fear it, and some people support it.

On the one hand, the major tribes on the Linfeng Plateau have always been under extreme pressure from the human kingdom and have been repeatedly exploited by the worship country. Most of the tribes hate and fear humans.

The undead cooperated with the tribe to complete a fatal blow to the worship country on Canglang Mountain, and since then, they have been very faithfully allying with the three northern tribes to compete with humans. The undead great-lord Sepulas also fulfilled his promise that the undead was humans most of the time, and they rarely attacked the tribes. They were even more restrained against the people of the three tribes.

From this perspective, as a member of the Linfeng Plateau tribe, it is difficult to feel very hostile to the undead.

But the various characteristics of the undead are not a very reliable partner in the eyes of living beings. Now, with the common enemy of mankind, everyone can cooperate sincerely, but what if humans suddenly fall one day? Could the undead let the tribe go?

Even if you think about it, you can't even think about it!

Wouldn't humans fall so quickly?

If it wasn't for defeating humans, then why was it for the anti-humanity at the beginning?

There is almost no way to think about many of the cooperation with the undead.

This is also why many knowledgeable people like Ali will give up their identities as the three major tribes in the north and return to the south or more distant north to take refuge.

But at the same time, some tribes in the south began to be obsessed with the art of death.

For example, the Thunder Corner Tribe.

Originally, many of the Taurens were naturalists, and they were not as powerful as the undead. However, Chief Mohads could not withstand the temptation of the undead's supplies and money, and finally chose to help the "Northern Tribe" fight.

Not only that, after returning from the Battle of Juma City, the great chieftain Mohads had no idea why his temperament began to change drastically. It began to criticize other magical systems as "face-based professions". Whether he could become a superior person simply depends on how good his awakened talent was. The undead was treated equally, and all undeads had no beauty, ugliness, likes and dislikes, and neither had the talent to distinguish between talent. Everyone had the possibility of becoming a superior person.

In terms of heart, the undead is indeed more inclusive than other magic systems, and the threshold is relatively low. Other magic systems (such as the gold system) require a large amount of rare mineral resources, while the undead system - as long as there are enough dead people.

For example, when these two guys were caught in the light-free cover, the little chess piece disliked their poor qualifications and thought they were not worthy of signing the soul delegate of the undead. It was just because Dailin gave enough resources and the soul was replenished, both guys had been trained to the level of the magician.

But this sentence is even more one-sided. Free undead and undead summons are different. What kind of talent is Luke? What kind of talent is the hundreds of free undead who died in Sanyang City? Can it be the same?

But no one thought deeply.

Because of the personal endorsement of the chief of the large tribe, coupled with the deceptive propaganda such as "If you are undead, you will not die", in southern tribes, undead spells have become a non-mainstream but objective trend of thought.

On the one hand, life forms have a kind of essential rejection and resistance to the undead.

On the other hand, the Linfeng Plateau is too poor. The reputation of the "conscientious system without krypton or liver" is extremely attractive to tribal heroes who are ambitious and poor.

Many tribal heroes who practice spells until they are bankrupt will easily make things a fuss when they are poor and hungry, and cut their chicks - the neck, and practice the art of the undead.

On the other hand, the undead is a relatively easy-to-disease to spread.

Brenia resolutely resisted the undead spell, but still found that there was something wrong with her body. I don’t know if she was infected by a bastard in the clan…

If it weren't for Dai Lin's help, Brenia would probably become a dead soul in the next month.

Because there are not many people practicing the undead in the tribe, most people in the tribe don’t care much.

But Dai Lin was afraid that this was just the incubation period before the outbreak of the undead. If the propagation of the undead was regarded as a disease, and those who have a little knowledge of epidemiology knew that the silence now was just an undercurrent under the ice surface. Once the ice surface broke, a huge tide would sweep across the entire Linfeng Plateau.

...

Below the Tianding Mountain, Xuan Ji quietly looked at the white top of the mountain without saying a word, her blood-red pupils were as deep and beautiful as rubies. Teams of numb and quiet corpse soldiers passed by her. These corpse soldiers were obviously from different races: frost giants, orcs, taurens, trolls...

"Why do Mr. Bannon and Stark both fall in love with this small tribe at the same time?" A tall and majestic figure in a cloak walked to her and asked her.

"We are discussing a civilization with a history of tens of thousands of years and a rich heritage. Please give them a little respect before destroying it." Xuan Ji said lightly.

"Take off your pants and fart! What if the ancestors are so powerful? If these wool balls are one percent more powerful than their ancestors, will they be your turn to get involved? Bannon is the same, you are the same, and that bastard is the same - bastard, hypocritical!" The tall and majestic figure lifted up the tent, revealing the bald head of an orc with corpse spots.

"Who do you love to cry for and whom do you cry for! Anyway, my big axe is already hungry and thirsty! Hahaha, when my axe cut off Stark's dog head, the expression on his face must be very beautiful!" The bald orc laughed to the sky, his voice as unpleasant as a bellows leaking everywhere.
Chapter completed!