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Chapter 44 Above the Throne, Under the Cloak

On the hillside of Zhongshan, which is visible to the naked eye, there are only skeletons growing out from under the tombstones, densely packed, seemingly endless.

The rumbling sound inside the mountain was still ringing.

After a while, the rumbling crackling sound turned into whispering again.

Babbling, as if someone was chanting a spell with unidentifiable characters in his ear.

Jiang Ming felt a little dizzy when he heard this, and he slapped his head hard with his hand.

Will this make me sober?
No, it's just a headache.
Jiang Ming looked around, and it turned out that he was not the only one like this, everyone had some discomfort on their faces.

"This is the ancient devil's language." Zhuge Feiyu explained from the side: "First-time listeners will feel a little uncomfortable at first, but don't worry, it doesn't cause much harm."

"Then what is this ghost's devil language talking about?" Jiang Ming was curious.

"Life and death reincarnate endlessly. We live them and die. Life is only short, and only death is eternal. Pluto gave bones for life, but they are filled with flesh and blood. The bones stained by blood will no longer be able to receive the king's eternal blessing. "

"Everyone in the world is dead. You are the only one who is still living alone. What are you waiting for? Hurry and fall into the arms of Hades."

"We will eventually become corrupt, and only the undead will live forever."

The babbling continued, and beside Jiang Ming, Zhuge Feiyu was translating the obscure devil's language.

His lips moved slightly, following the rustle in his ears, his expression and posture were very serious.

If Zhuge Feiyu was an undead, then he definitely looked like the most devout believer at this moment.

Jiang Ming had no way of knowing whether the translation was correct, but the tone and rhythm were indeed accurate, and it looked a little cool.

Unexpectedly, this Zhuge Feiyu knew a lot about how important it is to master a language to pretend to be a fork. Jiang Ming looked at Zhuge Feiyu's eyes and gradually began to shine.

"Master Zhuge, do you think I can learn devil language?" Jiang Ming had a flattering expression on his face.

"You want to learn too?"

"The main reason is that it looks very attractive."

"It's not impossible, but it depends on your learning talent. It can take as little as a year and a half, or as long as you can't learn it in a lifetime. This talent can be based on your usual academic performance in school."

Academic performance? ?
Jiang Ming thinks that he is a perfect man, but his study is a stain that he will never be able to erase.

"Ahem, is there any rough and simple learning method for that?"

Zhuge Feiyu looked puzzled: "??"

What's the meaning?Why can't I understand.

Zhou Dazhuang on the side: "Let me translate the meaning of Jiang Zi. I'm a waste of learning, but I want to pretend to be 13. Is there any shortcut?"

Jiang Ming hurriedly said: "Shut up, don't interrupt!"

He didn't want to expose his true strength in studies.

Zhuge Feiyu can be regarded as a warm-hearted person. He thought silently at first, and finally said slowly: "Actually, there are no shortcuts."

Hearing this, Jiang Ming's expression was happy, and there was something interesting about it: "What shortcut?"

Zhou Dazhuang on the side also suddenly became interested, and I also wanted to
Zhuge Feiyu: "That is to become an undead, simple and crude."

Listening to your words is like listening to your words
Oh, so that's it, it's okay, just pretend I didn't ask.

So Jiang Ming turned his head dejectedly and continued to look at the densely packed skeletons crawling out from under the tomb mountain, imagining that he was an undead skeleton that could understand devil's language and crawled out of the coffin board.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming shook his head, these are all strange thoughts.

It is very likely that he became a little delirious after hearing too much demonic language.

"Today's weather doesn't rub the needle. Why don't we talk about the situation in the Middle East."

Jiang Ming looked up at the sky and said slowly.

Zhuge Feiyu: "."

Zhou Dazhuang: "."

You actually said that the weather was fine with the snowflakes falling. What kind of stupid things are you talking about? Also, when will Jiang Zi do these embarrassing things? ? ?

After a while, the whispering in my ears finally stopped.

At this time, a throne of bones suddenly rose on the hill of the tomb.

Through the white mist like tulle, Jiang Ming vaguely saw its appearance.

There are blue-grey steps with dense white bones on them.

On top of the white bones is a seat made from the spine of an unknown animal.

Suddenly, a green glow flashed on the bone seat, as fast as lightning!
Not good, to die!
Jiang Ming's heart trembled, and his heart was struck by lightning.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that it was just a false alarm.

I saw a figure sitting on the armrest on the bone throne.

That figure held a bird-headed scepter in his hand, and his whole body was hidden under a black cloak.

But the moment it looked up casually, Jiang Ming still saw it clearly.

Under that black cloak, there was a bone of bones!
But the white bones under the cloak were just a look, which caused Jiang Ming a slight sadness.

Until now, his mind is still shaken, which shows that the strength of the bones under the cloak is not ordinary.

Not just Jiang Ming, everyone saw the Bone Throne on the top of Mount Zhong.

"The Necromancer on the Throne of Bones is extremely powerful," Zhuge Feiyu explained from the side, "but its body is extremely fragile, and close combat is the best way to deal with it."

Immediately afterwards, an incomprehensible language came from the throne of bones: "*&wo*￥内%￥D#￥#"

"My subjects, your king is coming back." Zhuge Feiyu translated.

Immediately afterwards, all the skeletons on Tsukayama faced the Throne of Bones.

He stood upright in a daze, then knelt down on one knee and made a pilgrimage to the throne of bones.

Looking at the countless skeleton people crawling under his feet, the bird-headed scepter in the necromancer's hand shone brightly.

"The king will bless you, go, people!"

In the end, I saw the scepter in the hand of the necromancer fiercely waved forward, and then, countless skeletons began to spread in all directions like a tide.

Endless skeletons gushed out from the ground, densely packed like locusts.

It looked like they were going to occupy a few kilometers around Tsukayama.

The camp where Jiang Ming and the others thought they were safe was about to face the attack of skeletons.

"The opportunity has already appeared. It is the necromancer on the throne. According to the secret order from the outside, the bird-headed scepter in its hand is the main target of the alien race's meddling. It is actually a key to inheritance."

Ding Zongzhang didn't know when he got up, came to Jiang Ming and the others, and said a lot in one breath.

"So, what do you want to say? Do you want to get the inheritance key in the shape of a bird's head?" Jiang Ming replied.

"Uh huh." Ding Zongzhang was embarrassed: "I can get the best."

Jiang Ming patted Ding Zongzhang on the shoulder: "Come on, I am optimistic about you"

Ding Zongzhang: "I let you go, not me."

Jiang Ming: "Okay, I will work hard."

After he finished speaking, he retreated several meters back.

The corner of Ding Zongzhang's mouth twitched: "It doesn't matter if you can't get it, but you still have a task."

Jiang Ming: "What?"

Ding Zongzhang: "You agree first."

Jiang Ming: "Speak first."

Ding Zongzhang: "I guarantee that there is no danger to life."

Jiang Ming: "."

Speaking of this, Ding Zongzhang glanced at the red flag planted in front of the camp.

Ahead is a dense tide of skeletons.

Behind them are a group of men who have not yet worn their swords, and they are already new students in the world.

And standing between them was a bright red.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the red flag fluttered warmly in the wind.

It is not just a flag, but also the faith and undefeated fighting spirit in the hearts of the people it holds.

"I want you to swear not to let that red flag fall." Ding Zongzhang looked determined.

"Gaowu College, freshman in dormitory 306, Jiang Ming!"

"Promise, swear to the death, complete the task!"

After some words, suddenly, the sky was full of wind and snow, and countless rain and snow slapped Jiang Ming's face.

He has a Pojun handle slung around his waist, and his posture is upright and motionless!
Looking at the smear of red in front of him, his face was unprecedentedly serious.

This time, it's absolutely serious.

(End of this chapter)