"Why do you have to break the 5,000 mark?" Mo Fan asked.

The undead mage was stunned for a moment.

According to normal people's thinking, shouldn't we be angry first?

After all, he wants to kill all the people here. Shouldn’t this little federal officer be concerned about his life and death first?

"Well... it's my ability. Do you know the melting furnace? To extract high-temperature-resistant metals from those impurities, a large amount of ordinary materials are required. Most substances cannot withstand high temperatures and will be burned into ashes in the flames, and the real essence will be preserved. Generally, when the number reaches 5,000, an essence of the soul will be born." The necromancer didn't mind answering Mo Fan's question.

"What's the use of this soul essence?" Mo Fan asked again.

The undead mage squirted his mouth.

His fingers were actually moving, just controlling his skeleton, ghost demon, swamp tree to get close to it.

I just don’t know why, but if I kill others without answering them, it will always seem a bit rude.

"We are fighting now." Zhao Manyan whispered.

"It doesn't matter, you can't get out of this swamp anyway." The Necromancer seemed very generous.

"Why are you so confident?" Mo Fan asked.

"It's very simple..."

The Necromancer laughed, and his other hand seemed to be holding something, slowly lifting it up.

As he raised his hand, the large swamp that turned into a black ocean shook a little. You can see that some hard soil blocks that could have stood slightly collapsed into the mud.

Hard soil blocks were where the Union soldiers settled, and now they were sinking one after another. The soldiers could only find nearby plants and climb onto some old trees.

But they did not realize that it was the old osmanthus trees that caused such a big stir in this large swamp!!

This time Mo Fan no longer needs to use Chaos Magic.

The roots of the old osmanthus trees were pulled out of the thick mud by themselves. Although they did not stand upside down, they showed their true faces to the sight of all the Union soldiers.

Originally, a terrifying skeleton demon tree had turned the soldiers into frightened wild ducks, but a group of them appeared around them!

Those seemingly ordinary old swamp laurel trees... are simply the stems and leaves of carrots. When you try to pull out these small stems and leaves, you will never know what kind of giant thing is under the soil!

The skeleton and demon trees can squirm, but their "branches and leaves" can stretch for hundreds of meters.

For a moment, the federal soldiers seemed to fall into a primeval forest. The difference is that the trees are skeletons, a hideous and terrifying skeleton forest!

"A soul essence is a precious seed that can cultivate one!" The necromancer showed his battlefield dominance while answering Mo Fan's questions with fearlessness.

Mo Fan nodded.

I see.

The necromancer worked for the brown rebels, but he also gained great benefits from the war.

Continuously collect the corpses of soldiers, turn them into skeletons under the swamp, and then increase and strengthen your undead abilities.

No wonder he would say that war is the bright spring of the necromancer...

"So you have all solved the federal forward-looking teams sent before. Then you are a general in the Brown Rebels!" Mo Fan continued.

The necromancer Bucker was stunned for a moment.

Is this federal officer brother probably blind?

Couldn't he see the nine skeleton ghost swamp trees around him?!

Not to mention the combat effectiveness of the Skeleton Demon Swamp Tree, the Swamp Skeleton Soldiers alone have reached two or three thousand.

Is it not worried about being dismembered by five horses at all? Why is it still not begging for mercy? What are the questions?

Do you still need Mo Fan to talk nonsense?

His necromancer Bucker was in this swamp, and many soldiers from the Federation were offering sacrifices to his undead furnace.

In the Brown Power Army, he is a deceased general who can challenge several thousand-person camps without a soldier.

Most importantly, he is a necromancer.

The most common thing on the battlefield is death. Death will bring endless magic power to the necromancer, so he will only become stronger and stronger!!

"It seems that he is not a rebel's reconnaissance method. He is just a more fierce watchdog." Mu Bai made this comment.

Mo Fan nodded immediately.

What a pity.

If the other party was a detective and removed, they would be more likely to penetrate into the depths of the swamp camp.

"Watch Dog?" The skin on the face of the necromancer Bucker was so angry that he burst into pieces when he heard this evaluation!!

"It's fierce." Mo Fan added.

Soul is faded!!!

Who cares whether it is fierce or not?

Watchdog???

He is the watchdog of the Brown Regime Army in the swamp camp???

"I killed 4,560 federal soldiers! If you don't look around, will your troops still be alive?!" Necromancer roared.

"What you said just now was 4,570 people." Mo Fan corrected.

Soul is faded!!!

Who would remember clearly the number of people?

None of these are the key points.

The point is that everyone in this swamp will die. No matter how many former soldiers sent by the Federation, his undead Bark will kill them cruelly!!

"I think I'm too focused on the words of a group of people who are about to become my skeleton soldiers." The undead Bucker took a deep breath.

It is completely unnecessary to be angry with the dying person.

If you say you are a watchdog, what about them who have become skeleton soldiers???

"I will not let the life-drunk fly eat you. I will hang you who are still breathing on the branches, let you shed all your blood, let your corpses dry little by little, and turn them into a skeleton in the long torture!!" said the undead Barkel in vicious words.

"It's raining here, and the wind in the swamp is too wet. The corpse will only rot when hanging on the trees and cannot be dried. As a necromancer, you should be clear about the changes in the corpse in different climates and environments. You are not good at learning skills." Mo Fan said.

The four big words "not good at learning skills" hit the mind of the undead mage Bucker like four sounds of thunder.

He is about to break out!!

Why did I talk to the dead so badly and kill them cleanly? Wouldn’t I have to be as frustrated as I am now?

"Give me... die!!!" the undead Bucker roared.

His other hand stretched towards Mo Fan like a claw, and the skeleton demon swamp tree that was close to here just now swung the skeleton branches, and the skeleton claws flew over like hundreds of deadly evil ghosts!!
Chapter completed!