Since entering this area, everything seems to have changed.

Looking out from outside, Brokeback Mountain was shrouded in a thin piece of white mist. Although it was a bit inconsistent, it was always part of the wasteland.

After penetrating this white mist, walking in Brokeback Mountain was as if entering another world. Such a scene seemed to have never happened before!

With the panic of the half-elves, everyone chased after him.

Although the extinct wasteland is desolate, it is still somewhat angry. Whenever the seasons change, the trees will wither and flourish. However, this area seems to have only two colors of black and white. Within this range, even the shining spring has disappeared.

Here are the dead bones everywhere and the dead everywhere.

The howling ghost was wailing in this space, making a harsh sound like cutting glass. The white bones standing upside down in the dead bones grew like plants, and also swayed their bodies like plants.

This area has been rarely visited for many years, so everyone who stepped into this area was shocked by this scene.

In the middle of this white bone land, a mountain peak rose from the ground. Although it was not very steep and rugged, it was like the end of death. From a distance, the mountain peak seemed to be built by white bones, and it was filled with coldness everywhere. Occasionally, one or two skulls slipped down from the hillside, revealing the deteriorated stone slabs.

"So cold!" Joan of Arc couldn't help but shivered.

Yang Dashuan crushed the skeletons on the ground with his feet, stomping them one by one. The hand bones that grew upside down were also kicked and fell to the side, twitching constantly. "Is this Broken Back Mountain?"

The others were driven out of this area. In addition to Xiang Shuai, there were only two girls, Yang Dashuan, Joan of Arc, and Alice. The undead were very sensitive to the smell of strangers. Once the number of strangers reached a certain level, it would attract the attention of all the undead. So for safety reasons, these few of them came in first.

Even so, there are still many undead being attracted.

These undeads who walked by were some human-shaped skeletons, which seemed to be just born, and they were not so smooth when walking. Yang Dashuan hugged Joan of Arc and squinted his eyes. He stepped on his feet and picked up the skull of an unknown cat was picked up and kicked away. The skeleton that had been hit by a skull immediately dispersed and returned to this quiet land.

"That is Brokenback Mountain!" Xiang Shuai pulled off his white gloves and pointed to the mountain made of white bones. "Brokenback Mountain only has a path to the top of the mountain. As far as I know, there is a magic array on the top of the mountain. That magic array is the origin of the undead of the entire Brokenback Mountain. As long as the magic array is destroyed, the original land can be restored here."

As he said that, Xiangshuai squatted down and gently swept away the dead bones on the ground with his hands.

The dry bones accumulated very thickly, and in addition to the upper layer, it still maintained its previous intact shape. The one below had already turned into bone meal. At first glance, I don’t know how many years have accumulated, how many white bones have accumulated. Then I swept away the layer of bone meal, and then the ground was exposed. After twisting a handful of soil, Xiang Shuai looked at Yang Dashuan.

"The soil here is all black, all infected by the breath of the undead." After clapping his hands, Xiang Shuai stood up. "No one knows how many years this magic array can last. If possible, even the entire Gru land will be covered by the undead! And as far as I know, there are only three or four places filled with undead, such as Xiangduanbei Mountain on the Death of the Wasteland, although it is not as huge as here."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Dashuan's brows jumped.

Is there still a frost dragon?

As if she guessed Yang Dashuan’s thoughts, Xiang Shuai shook her head and said a little apologetically. “On the extinct wasteland, only Brokeback Mountain has gathered so many undeads. Of course, this is also related to the geographical environment of the Gru Land. After all, this has been the main battlefield of plane wars three times, so all kinds of skeletons will be found.”

Too disappointed, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but sag his mouth.

He also hoped to find more places for the undead like Brokeback Mountain and catch more frost dragons. After all, this opportunity is rare. After passing this village, there will be no store. But now it seems that there is really no hope.

"Are there no other undead except the Frost Dragon?" Alice set up a tent on her face. The range of Brokeback Mountain was too large, and she could not see at all. Within her sight, except for the human-shaped skeleton or skeleton, she could no longer see anything else.

After hearing this, Yang Dashuan also looked at Xiangshuai.

It was not until this time that he realized that he was indeed stupid and cute. Xiangshuai just said that there was Brokeback Mountain and the Frost Dragon. He just said that he wanted to share half of it for him, so he deceived himself. Now he thought about it and didn't know what kind of undead there was in Brokeback Mountain. He rashly mobilized almost all the military power of the territory and came over.

"The undead on Brokeback Mountain is roughly divided into two categories! Humanoid undead and non-humanoid undead."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Yang Dashuan pursed his mouth. "What's there in the non-human-shaped undead? What else is there except the frost dragon?"

Xiang Shuai shrugged. "I think the inhuman undead that can appear on the Hekai continent will appear here!"

I'll fuck!

Yang Dashuan was stunned.

It has to be said that the range of Brokeback Mountain is indeed quite large. It seems that due to the mist on the periphery, the entire area seems to have been magnified several times. From a distance, it seems to have stepped into another plane.

The entire area is centered on Brokeback Mountain, and all the undead are parading around Brokeback Mountain.

Most of the undead on the outermost side are those newborn skeletons, without any combat ability. With just one bump, they will immediately return to this land. The closer they get inside, the stronger the strength of the undead is. The end point of the goal is that there are eleven frost dragons entrenched on Brokeback Mountain. The place they guard is where the magic circle is located.

After a brief discussion, the large troops behind him also entered this area.

The first to enter was the centaur army led by Dataibao. The centaurs were stronger than the "White Horse" cavalry of the Elf Empire in terms of strength and mobility. Therefore, they were more suitable as vanguards and opened a passage on the Brokenback Mountain Plain where the undead gathered. As for the female cavalrymen who were "White Horse", although their mobility was not bad, they were more suitable as harassing troops than centaurs.

The moment the centaurs stepped into the Brokeback Mountain plain, the undead wandering around were attracted by this huge anger at the first moment.

The newborn souls were driven by the fragile body and walked stiffly like machinery. As the number of centaurs stepped into this area increased, more and more souls were attracted.

Before the newborn souls had taken a few steps, they were already hit on the ground by the shield axeman who was chasing behind them. Although these souls were human-shaped souls, their strength had improved a lot. The biggest feature was the broken bone knife on the right hand and the bone shield on the left arm.

Due to the order, the centaur kept lifting his left and right hooves and shaking the double-edged axe in his hand. Looking at the shield axeman's undead who was getting closer and closer to him, the centaurs lowered their bodies, almost parallel to the ground, and were ready to charge at any time.

Duijia's dwarves kept repeating the rhythm of clenching and loosening their hands, and their fingertips and joints were already white. The bull-headed people were gasping heavily, and white air was spewing out of their huge bull's nose. The kite-shaped shield on their left hand had not been bitten, and their eyes were exposed from the gap, and they were vigilantly scanning the dead.

"Where is your people?" Yang Dashuan looked at the slaves who were ready and turned his eyes to Xiang Shuai.

Next to the neatly arranged dwarf slaves, a thousand and a half-elves held the second generation of Guli Fire Tong, half-squinted their eyes, and were ready to advance. The handle of the scimitar at the waist was close to the ribs, and as long as you stretch your fingers, you could hold it.

"Don't worry, I won't let your people take the lead!" Xiang Shuai put on white gloves and patted the golden-printed leopard beside him. The golden-printed leopard let out a low growl and lowered his body, allowing Xiang Shuai to ride on it. "Leave these undead to solve it!"

As he said that, the golden-printed leopard twisted his body and had merged into the square formation of the female cavalry in the front row.

The centaurs looked at each other in a flash.

The Da Taibao stuffed the short sword back into his breastplate, and De'er ran to Lao Yang. "Master, what do these guys want to do?"

"They want to take the lead. If they want to die, let them go. You all go back to me and give me a good look at these little girls' abilities." Yang Dashuan waved his hand and signaled the Da Taibao to be calm. "By the way, send a few people back to the territory and call Old Duke to me."

The centaur, who received the order, quickly avoided the front of the Shield Axeman's Dead.

If the centaur is a sharp knife on the battlefield that can penetrate directly into the enemy's heart, then the hunters are bone-cutting knives. Their existence can make the enemy's formation be stripped layer by layer, thus losing its hardest shell.

The crisp shouts of the hunters sounded, and about five hundred knights quickly divided into two groups and surrounded them from both sides.

The shield and axeman is much faster than the ordinary newborn souls, but it is still far worse than the hunters. The sensitive hunter quickly pulled his hand to the hollow saddle, and a handful of triangular sword blades with sharp light were touched out.

The whistling sword blade rotated, making a harsh sound in the air, and penetrated hard into the empty body of the undead. There was almost no obstacle, and the triangular sword blade knocked away the skeleton's body. Then it drew a semicircular trajectory in the air and returned to the hands of the female cavalry.

The skull of the white bone warrior was broken and it was dispersed in an instant. An open space suddenly appeared on the crowded Brokeback Mountain Plain.

Xiangshuai raised her hand.

Looking forward rapidly at the suddenly empty plain, the hunters did not relax their vigilance.

It seemed that everything had come to peace.

The slaves swallowed their saliva and looked at the area nervously. Quietly, the sound of collision sounded on the plain covered with white bones, and the bone hands began to ripple like willow branches.

Among these growing hand bones, white shadows quickly approached from afar.

"What is that!" the slaves exclaimed.

The bones were crushed by unknown creatures, and the already dim sky was covered by floating bone powder. Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes. It was a strange undead. His whole body was lying on the ground like a reptile, his limbs were as long as they were, and his joints were swinging extremely flexible. The bones under his feet were stepped on by them and all turned into powder.

"These are also undead?" Yang Dashuan frowned.

"Yes, these are corpse-eating ghosts. They often appear in the cemetery! These disgusting and disgusting guys like to eat rotten corpses the most." Unconsciously, Xiang Shuai had already turned back on a golden-print leopard. The scattered 'white horse' hunters also bypassed these undead. "These guys are very fast and their claws are extremely sharp. Two or three years ago, I once led people to encircle these corpse-eating ghosts."

"How was the result?" Joan of Arc asked anxiously.

As the saint of the church, Joan of Arc was naturally more concerned about the strength of these undeads. Because she only knew that the church only knew that when dealing with these undeads, she only knew that she could use some more violent means, such as using light magic to expel them. If some simpler methods could be found, it would be a benefit for the entire alliance.

"The result was a crushing defeat!" Xiang Shuai waved his hand. The half-elves held the Guli Fire Division and quickly divided into three rows, leading to the position of the "White Horse" knight retreating. "If you want to deal with them, you can only destroy their heads! Ordinary archers cannot cause damage to these undeads, and with the strength of the elf archers, they cannot shoot through the head! Three encirclements have almost half of the casualties!"

This sentence made Joan of Arc unable to help but cover his mouth.

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but look at him.

More than half of the casualties, even if they were victorious, were only considered a miserable victory. They turned their eyes to the corpse-eating ghosts who were approaching quickly. These guys had bony bone spurs on their backs. The skeletons also flashed with metallic luster. Several centaurs who did not believe in evil took out a wooden bow and shot them with an arrow, hitting the corpse-eating ghost's head.

A surprising thing happened. The corpse-eating ghost did not penetrate the head with an arrow as he imagined. He just paused because of his actions. After his head tilted back, he quickly recovered his movement power, and then he quickly followed him.

This situation surprised everyone!

The centaur is quite powerful. Even an ordinary wooden bow can shoot the head of a bear goblin, and even a piece of pig iron will appear. However, these evil corpse-eating ghosts do not have any harm.

"No wonder!" Yang Dashuan nodded. To be honest, if he was pestered by these evil corpse-eating ghosts when he was not prepared, even his slaves would not be able to take advantage of it!

"Our elves do not have enough strength to hurt these corpse-eating ghosts, so the three encirclements have ended pale. But this time it's different!" Xiang Shuai turned his eyes to the half-elves of Pingduan Guli Fire Order. "We have enough range and enough strength to shoot through these guys' heads."

The half-elves changed positions rhythmically. Although they were not very skilled in technology, the changes in formation made their attacks enough to cover all areas. Some of the elves who were originally preparing to help couldn't help but let go of the Guli Fire Order, and the battle situation no longer needed them to intervene.

Steel balls shot out from the ancient fire system and accurately fixed them on the heads of the corpse-eating ghost.

With the huge impact force, a hole as big as a bowl appeared on the head of the evil corpse-eating ghost. The impact force that had not yet disappeared flew back with their bodies, fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times before stopping. However, when the corpse-eating ghost was completely disintegrated.

Looking at the half-elf shooting, Yang Dashuan became more and more alert.

No wonder the Elf Empire was able to dominate the entire Hekai Continent with bows and arrows. This art of war is not something that ordinary people can learn.

Looking at the bones all over the ground, Yang Dashuan hoped that his guess was correct.

Old Duke said that most of the skeletons of monsters have residual magic power. Perhaps these magic powers will disappear due to the passage of time, but when these guys become undeads, they will gather magic power again. If these undeads die, there will be magic power on their skeletons, even if it is more magic power than the weathered skeletons on the wasteland, it will be much stronger.

After all, the grinding of magic bone meal is too rare, and hunting monsters all day long is really not worth the effort.

Even if the ancient snow beasts promised to provide themselves with magic bone powder every year, the dose required to make a bomb is still too large. This Broken Back Mountain is a good place, with white bones everywhere. If these white bones can be used, it would be really exciting!

Thinking of this, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but take a sneak peek at Xiangshuai.

If things really do what you imagined, then the magic array on Brokeback Mountain must be in your own hands, and maybe you can also create undeads because of this - after all, reusing a bunch of useless bones will be much better than simply grinding into magic bone powder.

However, all of this is based on my own speculation. Whether this is the case is the case, it will be possible to confirm until Old Duke arrives at Brokeback Mountain.

Whether it succeeds or not, Yang Dashuan will not suffer any losses.
Chapter completed!