I abandoned my weak body, and chose the exposed bones; I gave up my yearning for light, and chose the fallen eternal life. This is me, an immortal skeleton captain.

Under the call of the great reaper of death, I woke up from nothingness and had long forgotten the passage of time. Now I no longer need to care about the vicissitudes brought by time.

I pushed the helmet in front of the forehead. I really want to thank the great Death Reaper. In front of me, I am a brave warrior, always rushing to the forefront of the battlefield with a robe. Now he has given me a tough skeleton armor, which is made up of the best iron ore and the hardest bones in the mine. Ordinary skeleton soldiers and skeleton shooters cannot enjoy such treatment.

Since we occupied this mine under the leadership of the great Reaper of Death, subdued the dirty rats and disgusting groundworms, and served us obediently; turning those diggers who dared to invade into part of us, life is really boring now.

Due to the rules of undead creatures, the reason why the same kind cannot kill each other, I have been unhappy when watching those zombies who are complacent because they still carry the stinky rotten meat. They are not qualified undead creatures at all. They have no thinking, no brain, only know the pure desire to kill and blood, and have no idea of ​​the meaning of fighting.

However, if it is a high-level necromancer or a dark knight, that's another matter. The dark knight has always been my idol, but unfortunately, I will never be a member of them now. I am already very content to be able to take up my current position.

Due to the fear of light, we low-level undead creatures cannot walk in the outside world without restraint, but I often can't hold back. Whenever the night is late, we sneak out of the mine and look at the vast starry sky. The bright moonlight falls on my body, as if we attach a layer of silver helmet to me, feeling the freshness brought by the cool breeze. Compared with the mine that is always lonely and boring, the outside world is really wonderful.

Sometimes when I encounter those monsters that live nearby, I can easily solve them before I die, and after I die, I treat the battle with them as an interesting game.

Seeing the blood falling from their bodies dyed the soil red, and howling pain resounded throughout the night sky. I was eager to fight and became more and more excited. However, whenever the Qiming star in the sky was hanging high, I had to return to my post and continue to perform my boring work.

It seems a bit uneasy recently. The irritating mining sound came from the mine pit that had been silent for a long time. Diggers appeared here. Don’t those incompetent groundworms and mice know what to do? If they disturb the rest of the dead harvester, I think they will die miserably.

Forget it, there is nothing to do anyway, so I'll go out and have a look. I haven't been active for a long time recently, and my bones will rust.

I picked up the double-edged bone sword that was placed aside and stepped on a small insect that crawled past me. I waved my hand and called 6 skeleton soldiers. Although I was the only one to solve the problem, as a second only to the Death Reaper, I still have the necessary pomp.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I heard a noise in the room at the exit in front. I wondered when the two skeleton shooters who were standing at the door were gone, they dared to leave their posts without permission. It seems that I have to teach them a lesson. Is it necessary to throw them into the death solution and feel the smell of "life".

I tilted my head and two skeleton soldiers rushed over. I just had to wait here for them to tell me what was going on.

A few minutes passed, and the skeleton soldiers of the past had not come back yet. I was a little irritated. What were they doing? They actually made me wait for so long. Could it be that someone broke in? It is impossible. The most common here are those lowly mice and bugs. If they are not eliminated, they will not come to us.

I raised my arm and pointed to the room pointing out the mouth. The four skeleton soldiers behind me ran over with a "click, click".

A few more minutes passed, damn it, it seems that you all want to experience the smell of bone melting. I tidied up my armor, put the double-edged bone sword on my collarbone, and rushed over with big strides.

If I still have my heart beating, then my heart will definitely be beating faster now, but unfortunately I don’t have it; if I still have passion, then I will definitely be boiling now, but unfortunately I don’t have it either; the only way I can express my passion is to put down the Double-edged Bone Sword and rub the hilt back and forth with my bone-shaped hands.

I saw something, and I actually saw a human warrior wearing scarlet leather armor and holding a dagger in his hand. The skeletons scattered on the ground told me why the skeleton soldiers never returned. The red light in my eyes was so strong. In the world of the undead, no one told me that I was not allowed to bully the less. Looking at the warrior's flexible movements and sharp eyes, I knew he was not easy to deal with, so I should go on now.

While he was busy with the other three skeleton soldiers, I rushed up, waved the double-edged bone sword and slashed at his waist. Perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps he had noticed me, he would rather be hit by two ordinary bone swords and block my attack with the shield in his hand.

"Ao" A vague sound rubbed from my throat, which had no vocal cords, and the raised bone sword slashed at his head without any concealment without any concealment. I longed for the sound of the bone sword smashing my head, and longed for the scene of the bright red blood mixed with the white brain flying everywhere. I want to turn you into one of us. I believe you will be an excellent skeleton warrior.

"Bang" the bone sword slashed heavily on the ore. The cunning guy actually used his shoulder to knock away the skeleton soldier blocking him and fled to the side.

What, he ran to the crucible with the solution of death. I want to remind these clumsy guys that they must not touch that thing. It is something that even me, not even the great Lord Death Reaper, cares about, can call us out of nothingness and also can send us to nothingness again.

I rushed up and blocked the bone pile with my body, waving the double-edged bone sword in my hand. However, this cunning guy obviously didn't want to fight me head-on. He dodged my attack, but kept chasing and chopping the skeleton soldiers.

My sword still slashed through his body, and a splash of blood moistened my bone sword. The pale bones blushed because of this. However, he successfully cut off another one of my subordinates. Now it's three-on-one. I believe that victory still belongs to me, and there is no need to alarm our Lord Reaper.

With my firm belief, I strongly cut the bone sword against the humans in front of me again and again, but he avoided important parts and didn't seem to be much harm. But what made me angry was that another skeleton soldier fell down, and the other seemed to not last long. Is he so strong? If so many skeleton soldiers deal with me, can I deal with it?

When I was distracted by this problem, I was negligent and stabbed by him. The sharp blade easily cut through the armor I was proud of, cutting my bones. The closely connected bones broke, which suddenly felt a pain. I hadn't felt this way for a long time.

I slammed him hard with the thigh of the sword, and he staggered and took a few steps to the side.

No! He actually hit the skeleton. "Bang, bang" the crunchy skeleton did not withstand his impact and scattered with a bang. The crucible filled with the solution of death also fell to the ground. The black liquid floated in the air and sprinkled on the skeleton soldier next to him. A trace of fear flashed through its empty eyes. The bones were slowly melting, and the soldier also took the opportunity to turn over and give it a few times, helping it get rid of infinite pain.

It seemed as if the death solution threatened us. He stained the dagger in his hand with the solution and rushed towards me.

The great Reaper of Death is not that I want to disturb your peace, but that this humble creature has invaded our territory and trampled on our dignity. I have to call on your arrival, and use your harvesting sickle to wipe out his soul, and let him fall into the abyss of darkness, and never extricate himself.

While using the unique contact information of undead creatures, I eagerly called the ruler of the mine - the Death Reaper, and panic, using the bone sword in my hand to block the dagger of the human warrior. Every contact would make the death solution corrode my weapons, but I was powerless. The originally huge double-edged sword is now incomplete. I resisted the idea of ​​escaping and held on helplessly.

There was a sudden abnormal fluctuation in the air, and a familiar feeling suddenly made me feel refreshed. Looking at this damn human with a smirk on his face, you have to pay the price for your behavior.

The gray cloak covered the upper body of the Death Reaper, and only two red lights were seen appearing; the exposed hands held a death sickle with a dark red luster, and the swaying light reflected on the blade, shining with strange light; the lower body floated in mid-air like thin smoke, and the breath of death made the air seem to condense.

The great death reaper is the man in red in front of us. We were all going to win, but he destroyed the death solution and forced me to seek your help. I quickly explained uneasy to the reaper who had cast a bs look at me.

The Reaper shook his shoulders, and the Death Scythe drew a graceful arc, cutting a piece of protruding ore in front of me smoothly. The terrifying strength made the cunning human take a few steps back, and panic appeared in his eyes.

What, this guy, he actually lies in the tunnel and rolls, sticking the solution of death all over his body. Damn it seems that he knows that this is my weakness, but don't expect the Reaper to be afraid of this.

This is the idea of ​​Captain Skeleton. In fact, when he saw the human being as fragile as a bug in front of him, the Reaper did not take him seriously at all. He could use a binding magic to trap this level 13 warrior in place, and then gently wave the dark red sickle in his hand to solve it.

However, before the Reaper used the bondage, this guy actually applied the death solution to his body. The Reaper's sickle could not resist the erosion of the solution. Forget it, he had to use another magic - defense. Since it was a primary undead creature, the magic value on his body could only support one.
Chapter completed!