Standing in front of a group of undead was a two-meter-tall zombie. His body was very different from the other zombies … This guy didn't have festering maggots on his body, nor did he have incomplete limbs. Apart from his sickly green skin, he didn't look much different from an ordinary person. However, his muscles were bulging, and sharp teeth grew out of his mouth. His eyes were triangular, and from time to time, they emitted a cruel and dark green light.
"Puff."
The muffled sound of a machete piercing into the chest rang abruptly. The tall man suddenly widened his eyes, and the green glow in his pupils suddenly disappeared. Then, his eyes began to dim. He looked down in a daze. The long scar on his chest that seemed to have been pierced and pulled out by something was slowly oozing out pitch-black blood. Then, he fell to the ground without a sound.
"Plop."
Henry's figure almost never appeared from beginning to end. The strength of the Duke of Shadow allowed him to kill a zombie leader with the strength of a Rank Eight with just a swing of his machete!
This was just the beginning of Henry's "experiment".
Assassins were always the epitome of a fatal blow. To deal with the enemy, "If you can't hit the target, run far away" was their fighting principle. Not to mention Rank Eight professionals, the number of Rank Nine professionals killed by Henry with one blow had made his name an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of some assassins.
The undead behind them didn't seem to have reacted to the sudden death of their leader. After a few minutes, the undead closest to the leader's corpse seemed to have sensed something. It took a few steps forward and lowered its head to take a look. Then, it suddenly let out a strange cry and charged towards the undead closest to it. It suddenly raised its arm … and smashed that undead's head with a single claw. Then, it dug out the undead's heart without hesitation …
Chaos, the phalanx was in chaos all of a sudden.
Was this their weakness?
Henry couldn't believe it. The scene in front of him seemed to be more chaotic than when he killed the mage who controlled the undead. Just because the leader was dead, they immediately thought of internal strife?
But unexpectedly, this small-scale "riot" did not spread to other areas. What was more incredible was that in less than ten minutes, after more than 20 zombies died, a new "leader" stood next to the leader who had just fallen to the ground and replaced him.
At the same time, the guys behind him all returned to silence, as if nothing had happened!
This situation made Henry frown — of course, if his eyebrows were still there.
What was their structure?
How did their brains work?
Henry knew that he still had a lot to do.
* * *
Noda took a deep breath, looked at the blacksmith shop in the distance, sighed, and walked over.
Oditore's current state was very stable. It could even be said that it was developing faster than before the war. It had been a month since they left here. Noda's daily job was to stay with the scout team and patrol a few laps. He would report the current situation of the undead and end the mission. The rest of the time, he was either studying swordsmanship or attending regular meetings.
Bishop Becky had the authority and command of Oditore. She was now basically Oditore's "number one." But this was only in name. The bishop still handed over the issue of combat to Hiknitz and Madam Vasaki. The atmosphere of the daily meetings was not bad. At least there were no conflicts at the moment. The internal situation was also harmonious. But everyone was secretly worried about one person — their lord.
It had been a month, and there was still no news from the lord.
The Azura Forest had been unusually peaceful recently. After Lannie led the troll team to win over the nearby troll tribes to Oditore, the problem that had troubled Oditore for hundreds of years was easily solved.
Using one's own people to deal with one's own people was always the most effective way. This saying was fully proven here.
Noda felt that his body was very strange recently. Although the power had gradually surpassed the dark energy that Noda previously possessed, it seemed to be a completely different thing from the dark energy. He could not find the trick to using it at all.
Dark energy could be easily infused into his body, giving his body greater strength and agility. His reaction speed and attack speed increased several times. At the same time, when the dark energy was infused into a weapon, the weapon would be sharper and lighter. But these things that Noda was familiar with had gone with him after the dark energy disappeared.
Now he was facing a situation where he had the power but did not know how to use it.
When he arrived at the blacksmith's shop where Dao Root was located, the "ding dang dang dang" sounds of hammering made Noda's ears hurt. As he approached, he felt a wave of heat blowing towards him. Noda took a closer look and walked past the dwarves and the huge smelting furnace beside them. He went straight to Dao Root who was inside.
The dwarves in Oditore were working overtime to make fine armor. Although the Mage Squad had made the undead army's attack undefeatable, the final battle still needed a large number of fine armors. Each of the fifty dwarves had two or three human blacksmiths as apprentices. They were working overtime to make fine iron plate armor that even the head of the armaments department of the Empire of Saint Reims wanted to wear.
These plate armor did not have pants. Instead, it was replaced by ring-shaped armor plates that were connected together. Needless to say, this was prepared for the warriors of Medusa.
"Daugen!
Damn you, dwarf!
Can you hear me? "
Noda frowned and shouted at the figure in the deepest part of the room.
"Clang!"
Daugen knocked the last time and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His face was bright red under the illumination of the furnace. He turned his head and looked at Noda. Then, he pointed to the outside of the room and shouted with his loud voice, "Let's talk outside!"
Noda finally knew why Daugen's voice was so loud. Even though his ears could not bear the surrounding noise, he could still hear Daugen's words clearly. Of course, this caused his ears to suffer inhuman damage.
After walking out of the blacksmith's shop, Noda let go of his fingers that were covering his ears and looked at Daugen. The dwarf took out his tobacco pipe from his waist and tapped it with his fingers. Then, he raised his head and said, "Rollier, we're about to finish that thing. Why are you calling me in such a hurry?"
Noda naturally knew that these dwarves were making a lot of things on the blueprint. This was a very important matter, but comrades would naturally speak their mind. Noda knew that if it was someone else who called him in such a hurry, he would probably use the blacksmith's hammer to smash the person out.
"Please," Noda hesitated for a moment. "My dark energy doesn't seem to be working very well recently. I can't infuse my energy into these two swords like you do …"
"What?"
Daugen's question shocked Noda so much that he covered his mouth.
"Damn it!
Can't you be a little quieter! "
Noda looked around. Fortunately, there was no one nearby. There were fewer merchants near the blacksmith's shop, and civilians did not come here to walk around. Because the things that the dwarves made were classified, the blacksmith's shop was guarded and isolated by special guards. No one was allowed to enter.
"You said that your power has disappeared?"
Daugen widened his eyes and looked up at Noda in front of him. It was very difficult for him to accept this fact. Because this meant that the standard of a professional had declined, and it was a great blow to a person's career!
When this happened to a dwarf, it meant that the dwarf was no longer suitable to be a warrior. The decline of his power meant that his body could no longer withstand the test of battle. This was also a sign that a dwarf was about to die.
This scared the Dao Root out of his wits — no one would be able to remain calm when they heard the news that they were about to die.
Of course, the truth was another matter. It was just that this dwarf's head had not turned around.
"I can still kill people!"
Noda helplessly covered his face and sighed. He then raised his hand. His palm suddenly glowed with a faint silver-white light. It looked like he was wearing a silver glove. "But I can't infuse it into my weapon. I can only make it appear slightly. You are a high-grade warrior. Look at this power … Is it Combat Aura?"
"Combat Aura?"
Daugen was stunned. This was the first time he heard of a person who did not know what the power in his body was made of. He seemed to realize what Noda was trying to express. After taking two deep breaths of his pipe, he raised his rough palm and pinched Noda's wrist. He then looked down at his palm, pondered for a moment, and let go.
"Rollier above, what the hell is this?"