Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

With the destruction of the horse thieves and bandits, some remaining small tribes and wanderers were discovered by the undead.

The undead did not attack these poor guys, but gathered them together and found an abandoned village to take custody of them.

"The undead are so scary. Will they kill us?" A dirty, skinny young wanderer cried and asked an older wanderer next to him.

"..." The older wanderer looked at the closed door and shook his head silently. His eyes were numb, and he just held the hand of the younger wanderer harder.

He comes from a remote wilderness area. More than ten years ago, he was very high-spirited and came to the central zone with a group of adventurers.

This was once a holy place in their hearts, a paradise-like existence.

In his fantasy, this place is extremely beautiful, and he will break out of a world here and live a happy life.

But when they went through untold hardships, risked their lives, crossed the wasteland and came to this longed-for land, they found that it was harder to survive here than in the past.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer adventurers around him. Some left, some died, some became slaves, and some couldn't bear this kind of life and re-entered the wasteland and death...

In the end, only he and his young children were left wandering in the wilderness.

With no one to protect them, they have to hide from everything and live cautiously.

Life has made the elderly wanderer numb, and the high-spiritedness he once had is long gone.

Is death terrible?

Not scary.

The scary thing is to live. Only by living can you experience what life is worse than death.

He had wanted to understand his life countless times, but every time he saw the young wanderer, he endured it.

Wait until she comes of age.

When she becomes an adult, I will die.

This life is too hard and I don't want to continue it any longer.

Being caught by the undead, the elderly wanderer has nothing to fear.

He just looked at those skeletons numbly and followed those skeletons. What he thought in his mind was that it would be good if I became one of them.

At least I don't have to go hungry anymore.

"We will die, we will die..." A red-eyed rabbit man huddled aside, biting his fingers, and kept murmuring. His body was trembling, and cold sweat wet his hair and stuck to his body.

The young wanderer turned his head and looked carefully, then quickly looked away and hid behind the older wanderer.

The older homeless man protected her and silently moved to the corner, covering the young homeless man with his body.

The atmosphere in the house is extremely depressing. Except for the insensitive wanderers, there are also some vassal races that have not had time to migrate. They are not rat people now, but undead.

No one knows how the undead will treat them.

Will it kill them.

Will it turn them into undead?

No one knows the future.

The only thing that is known is that they are still alive.

Time passed little by little, and the undead seemed to have forgotten them and locked them in the house.

The anxiety caused by fear makes people go crazy. Some people scream, some laugh wildly, some beg for mercy, and some keep whispering...

The inside of the house was like an alien version of a madhouse.

The older wanderer watched everything silently, his eyes still numb, without any change, but his body was still in front of the younger wanderer, without moving a step.

Fiery red light shines into the house, that is the light of the setting sun.

They have been locked up for a day.

"Hungry..." the young wanderer said in a thin, mosquito-like voice.

The elderly wanderer did not respond or make any other movements. He was as silent as if he was dead.

Click, crunch...

The door suddenly made a heart-shaking noise, and the two wooden doors slowly opened from the outside.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned towards the direction of the sound.

Skeletons holding weapons stood in two rows, and in the center were several heavy armored infantrymen wearing black heavy armor and holding long swords.

The leading black warrior glanced at the people crowded together in the house and said, "Get in line and come out."

He simply threw out two words.

The imprisoned man swallowed his saliva and looked at the people around him hesitantly, but no one moved first.

They didn't know what the undead wanted to do. They didn't want to die, so naturally they didn't dare to move.

The Black Warrior took a step forward, and the people imprisoned inside were startled, and they all stepped back, leaning closer to each other.

"Get in line, come out." Darth Vader repeated again.

He was a little angry because these guys were ignorant, and his tone was not only low, but also filled with anger.

But this anger turned into murderous intent when it reached the ears of the detainees.

Everyone was silent.

"..."

The older homeless man with numb eyes suddenly reached out and grabbed the young homeless man, and pushed the person in front of him hard.

There was a commotion in the crowd. They subconsciously turned around to look, only to find an extremely dirty man pulling a skinny child and pushing forward with great effort.

The eyes of the prisoners ranged from anger to confusion, and from confusion to surprise.

They subconsciously made way for the dirty wanderer to pass.

The older wanderer did not look at the prisoner who made way for him. He pulled the younger wanderer out of the crowd and stood at the front.

The Black Warrior stared at the old wanderer and pointed outside, "Go over there."

The older wanderer looked down at the younger wanderer, took her slightly trembling hand, and walked in the direction pointed by the black warrior.

When he came outside, he looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, making the sky red.

It's like the afterglow of life.

The elderly wanderer withdrew his gaze and looked ahead numbly. He saw a large group of skeletons and many heavy armored infantry wearing black armor.

He knew what he was going to do, and pulled the young wanderer towards the heavy armored infantry.

Are we going to be executed?

Then die.

Although he wanted to protect her until adulthood, death might not be a bad thing, at least he wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

If you die, there will be no pain.

The older wanderer thought to himself, pulling the younger wanderer to the heavy armored infantry.

The Black Warrior turned around and took a stone slab from the skeletal undead behind him, and handed it to the older wanderer.

The older wanderer looked directly at the Dark Knight before looking down at the slate in his hand.

This is...food? !

A sweet smell penetrated into his nose, making his numb eyes become a little more alert.

Ah, it's food. Although it doesn't look good, all kinds of messy things are mixed together and look slimy, like vomit, but it is indeed food, and it is still cooked food!

For homeless people, food is extremely precious.

In the wild, it is not easy to get food.

They don't dare to hunt at will, as it will hurt them.

Without even a safe place to live, let alone medical care, injuries can easily lead to death.

Most of the food for homeless people is wild vegetables and grass roots. If you are lucky, you can pick some wild fruits, which will improve your food.

But the food on the stone slab in front of him included not only wild vegetables, wild fruits, and berries, but also rice, millet seeds, and other things that could fill his stomach. He even saw shredded meat!

He swallowed hard and felt a hand tug on his hand.

The young wanderer could barely control his drooling.

She was already hungry, and with food right in front of her, she couldn't hold back.

The elderly wanderer felt the little hand, no longer hesitated, and reached out to grab the food.

Got it empty.

The Black Warrior moved the slate down so that he wouldn't touch the food. He watched the wanderer take back his hand sadly, and then handed the slate to him, "Take the slate."

The wanderer was stunned, then reached out and grabbed the slate handed over by the black warrior.

"Mine?" The wanderer didn't drink water for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the black warrior asked doubtfully, reaching out to take away the slate, but the wanderer fiercely held the slate in his arms.

The Black Warrior tilted his head in confusion and retracted his outstretched hand.

The wanderer stared at the black warrior, fearing that he would snatch it, and carefully placed the stone slab in front of the young wanderer.

The young wanderer quickly took it, carefully picked up some and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

When the soft and pulpy food entered her mouth, her eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on her miserable little face.

good to eat!

Slowly swallowing the food in her mouth, she dared to grab a little more.

She ate slowly and carefully, chewing all the food in her mouth into liquid before swallowing it.

The Black Warrior turned around, took another stone slab from the skeleton undead's hand, and handed it to the wanderer again.

The wanderer quickly took the slate.

"Thank you... thank you." The wanderer said hesitantly.

He didn't know what the undead wanted to do and why he was given food.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, it’s better to have something than nothing.

It would be more comfortable to have a full meal before death than to die on an empty stomach.

"Go over there and eat." The Black Warrior stopped the wanderer who was about to eat, pointed to an open space next to him and said.

"Yes." The wanderer pulled the young wanderer who was still chewing food and obediently walked towards the open space.

After the homeless man walked out, the prisoner in the house listened for a long time, but did not hear the expected scream.

"Hey, how is that guy in front of you? Is he dead?"

"What's going on? What's happening outside?"

"Talk about it."

"Who saw it?"

"Those undead souls seemed to have given him...food..."

"What? Did you give me something to eat?"

"I do not believe!"

"Is it fake? Why did the undead give him food? Is it easier to kill him if he eats food?"

……

The prisoners were whispering and whispering to each other.

The Black Warrior didn't speak in a hurry and just waited quietly.

Finally, someone stood up again, still a wanderer.

Compared with death, having a full meal is also a huge attraction.

Darth Vader still does the same thing, and the wanderer gets his meal.

With a look of disbelief on his face, he carried the stone slab and sat down next to the previous pair of homeless people. He turned around and looked at the two homeless people who were enjoying the food. He found that they had no special reaction after eating the food. Grabbing the food and eating it.

The older wanderer glanced at the newcomer and pulled the younger wanderer away silently.

The relationship between wanderers is not mutual help. Most of the time they are hostile and they will rob each other.

Although there are undead guards, it's not a bad thing to be careful.

With the leader taking the lead, more and more people walked out of the house, took the food, and hid aside to eat.

After everyone left the house to eat, the Black Warrior let the undead watch them, and he left. Before leaving, he ordered that after these people had finished eating, the skeletal undead would escort them back to the house.

The Black Warrior has no intention of killing these people. When Li Ziyu comes back, he will transfer these people to Li Ziyu and let the master deal with them.

……

Late one night more than ten days later.

In the windy sand of the dead land, a huge black thing emerged, and the ghost turned into a green halo, hovering above the main building.

The Fortress of the Undead drove into the central area of ​​the wasteland and drove to the vicinity of the previously established soul base station.

"Lord City Lord, is this the central area?" Tastulin stood on the roof of the main building and looked down, his eyes full of curiosity.

It's a pity that it's late at night, and even if there is moonlight, I can't see very far.

The opportunities in life are so magical.

The Tabu Tauren tribe was once just a small tribe in a remote corner of the wilderness.

Let alone in the central area, even in a remote corner, their tribe is not ranked.

But unfortunately, they followed the undead.

The undead unified the wasteland.

There is no endless killing like in the legend.

Judging from various feedback, life under the undead is actually pretty good.

It is even more comfortable than living in a separate tribe.

The great Lord of the Undead, Li Ziyu, has specified the rules, and the undead are the executors of the rules. Everyone must live according to the rules.

They were worried at first about what would happen if someone didn't follow the rules, whether someone would bribe the undead, and whether the undead would act in accordance with the rules.

But after a while, their worries disappeared.

No need.

As long as they don't do anything inappropriate, the undead won't even bother to pay attention to them, let alone attack them.

If they are willing to go to the cemetery or temple of the dead to pray, not only will the spirits of the dead not stop them, they will even be very welcoming and their attitude towards them will be much better.

The bribery that I was worried about before did not exist at all.

The undead cannot be bribed, and the things they, the natives, value are worthless in the eyes of the undead.

These skeletons are quite old-fashioned, and they will do things strictly according to the requirements of the city lord.

As a result, the environment of the entire area suddenly became surprisingly good, safe, stable and well-regulated.

Everyone can live and work in peace and contentment.

As the ministers of the dragon, the Tabu Tauren, the viper clan and other races that follow the undead, their status has been improved.

They are the race second only to the undead!

Although Li Ziyu did not announce it publicly, everyone agreed that they were aristocrats, a new aristocratic class.

And now, they were lucky enough to reach the central area through that wasteland of death!

Undead Cow 13 (broken sound)!

Tastulin never thought that one day he would be able to come to the central area.

This time Li Ziyu went back to gather people.

He originally wanted to take the Tabu Tauren and Viper clan, and then find some random people to make do with it, and migrate a group first.

Unexpectedly, when these aborigines learned that they could go to the central area, they immediately became excited and rushed to sign up. Their enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming.

After picking and choosing, Li Ziyu chose 10,000 people, all of whom were selected from the best, both men and women.

Not only are they strong, they also have some special skills, and their fighting ability is not bad. They are the elites selected from various races.

These people would land in the Central Belt as the first immigrants.

"Well, we're here. Look, that's the new city I prepared for you." Li Ziyu pointed to the soul base station and said to Tusturing.

Tusturin glanced at it and immediately smiled.

The buildings in this "city" are so familiar.

This is great, you don’t have to familiarize yourself with it again.

"Let's go and have a look." Li Ziyu patted Tusturing on the shoulder and led him away from the Fortress of the Undead.

The Fortress of the Undead was too big, and Li Ziyu didn't dare to get too close, fearing that the building would collapse if it wasn't done well.

With 10,000 immigrants, they came to the newly established "city".

Everyone looked at the surrounding environment curiously, not paying much attention to the new city. They had already seen it from the fortress, and the central area felt novel to them.

Li Ziyu announced that they would become the first residents of the city.

His words drew cheers, and at the same time, the central area, the territory of the undead, the first new city, welcomed its first batch of residents!