Chapter 32: The Immortal War Horse

Gris was not nervous. He didn't understand or didn't have any nervousness at all. When he met the magic of destroying dozens of his similar lich mages, or the demon woman who slaughtered the entire territory, he didn't feel nervous. He was even more unaware of these wild dogs.

Although he was not nervous, Gris was very cautious. This was his first time facing an enemy like a wild dog. He didn't know yet whether these wild dogs were stronger or weaker than his kind?

Because he didn't know the strength of the enemy, Gris gave all his strength as soon as he got up. The watermelon-sized fireball was the most powerful magic he could cast. After it was formed, Gris threw it directly at the wild dog.

He didn't understand the principle of starting first, but he just instinctively did not allow the enemy to have a chance to attack him.

Gris looked at these wild dogs too highly. When the fireball hit the wild dog, a huge flame of five or six meters was immediately exploded, and the other two wild dogs next to him were swallowed up. Only the wild dog on the outermost side had time to "whimper" and the rest were too late to scream. They were burned into ashes by the flames. The Yuyan even affected the corpse dug out by the wild dog, including the weeds on the ground. Everything in the ten-meter square garden was burned to ashes, and the ground was charred.

Gris was also stunned by the power of his magic. This was the first time he had cast magic with all his might. He didn't have such a venue for him in the laboratory. Unexpectedly, his strength was already so powerful.

Indeed, when Gris came to this world, he knew all the top humans such as Alex, Alagon, and Delius. The great magicians and great sword masters were elites at the top when they were put into the entire human world.

Gris certainly doesn't think he is so powerful if he is measured by the standards of these people.

However, after all, he is a first-level magician, and he is also a magician who can silently mock the first-level magician. Even an intermediate-level magician may not be able to do this kind of silent power.

Compared with ordinary people, first-level magicians are beyond their reach, let alone special existences like Gris. How many wild dogs are worth his all-out effort, and they naturally turn into ashes.

Looking at the charred ground blankly, Gris vaguely understood why the Imperial City sent troops to block the main road a few days ago with Alex and Delius. At that time, Gris stayed under the protection of Laagang's fighting spirit, so he could not feel the danger of the battle at all.

If I had known magic when I was in the Death World, would I still have to stay in front of the cave all day long? Suddenly, such a thought arose in Gris' mind.

However, when he thought of the lich and the demon woman, Gris immediately shook his head, and he needed more powerful power.

A stronger power...! Gris, who has always been in a state of peace and has gone with the flow, suddenly felt something he really wanted to pursue.

At night, the many corpses buried in the ground slowly overflow the breath of death, slowly becoming richer and stronger. The soul fire is born in the rich breath of death. In time, when the soul fire is strong enough to drive bones or corpses, the undead will be born.

Unfortunately, there are day and night in the human world. Once the day comes, the fierce sunlight will dispel the breath of death and extinguish the soul fire that has not yet been fertilized. It will continue in this way, so it is difficult for the human world to naturally produce immortal creatures.

However, the artificial situation is different. Gris' fingers put in the magic armor are as hard as iron, and they easily pierced the soft ground. They dug out a corpse in a few seconds, and then collected a faint soul fire on the corpse.

It may take several months or one or two years to produce a soul for fertilization and formation, but many seeds gather together, and one night is enough.

After digging nearly one hundred and fifty corpses, Gris finally collected enough power to nurture a soul fire. In his spell of silently reciting the art of sacrifice, a vigorous soul fire took shape in his hands.

The sharp bone spur bounced out of the magic armor on his arm, and Gris walked towards the war horse. The war horse was tossed for a long time and was already weak, but the increasingly rich atmosphere of death in the cemetery still made it anxious. Seeing Gris coming over with a dark blue flame, the war horse neighed in fear.

Gris stepped forward and pressed the head of the war horse with one hand. The bone spur pierced lightning into the ears of the war horse and then came out from the other side. The war horse whose head was pierced had no time to whine and fell to the ground and died.

I have to say that reading a lot of books has such benefits. If Gris is just a little skeleton who knows nothing, it is probably the one who dies that he is not the war horse, but the one who is kicked apart. The combat power of the fragile white bone skeleton and the majestic war horse is not on the same level.

However, after reading a lot of books, Gris knew that the key to the war horse was, so he could handle it without any effort.

The bone spurs had not been released yet, so the blood of the war horse could not flow out. While the blood was still hot, Gris sacrificed the soul fire and rushed into the war horse's head.

The war horse's eyes instantly turned into ashes by the soul fire, revealing two black holes. After two breaths, the hole slowly lit up blue light, and then the war horse's body twitched.

With violent convulsions, Gris quickly pulled out the bone spurs in the war horse's head. However, when he was pulled out, there was no blood coming out of the wound. Instead, a pile of black and dry blood clots surged. If Gris had a sense of smell, he would smell the odor.

Twitching, the originally shiny hair of the war horse dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscles on its body also retreated. Although the appearance has not changed much, compared with the past life, the war horse now looks more like a lifeless statue.

In this way, the lifeless statue moved, slowly turned over and stood up, staring at the pupils that were flashing blue light, and silently looked around.

Gris was very happy that the level five sacrifice technique, with the help of this trick, was able to succeed at one time, which shows that his idea was correct.

He walked towards the war horse and reached out to hold the reins. At this moment, the light in the war horse's eye socket suddenly lit up.

A bad feeling arose in Gris's heart. Unfortunately, it was too late. The war horseman stood up and kicked out lightning on his front hooves, and kicked Gris hard in the chest. The fierce force kicked Gris so that he flew backwards like a cannonball out of the box for more than ten meters. He plowed over several graves and knocked down a big tree before stopping.

Gris ignored the most critical issue. If the soul fire is refined through magic sacrifice, the instinct will be engraved with the mark of the caster, and the reincarnated undead creatures will naturally not attack the caster.

However, the soul fire that Gris sacrificed through this trick is derived from the soul fragments naturally born from the corpse and has no subordinate relationship with him. If he approaches rashly, the newly born undead creature will definitely attack him by instinct.

The moment he was kicked away by the war horse, Gris figured out the key. Under the protection of the magic armor, he was not hurt. After his body stopped, he turned over and jumped up. With a raised hand, a strong wind blew up gravel and smashed at the war horse like a heavy rain. Such a dense attack could not hurt the war horse, but it also made the newly born immortal war horse dizzy.

After the gravel rain was over, the immortal war horse had no time to react, a sharp thorn penetrated into its skull through its eye sockets, resisting its soul fire.

That is the key to the undead creatures. If you are hurt, you may be scattered. The ignorant war horse instinctively felt the danger and did not dare to move.

Gris put his head in front of the war horse, and a sharp consciousness hit the soul of the war horse.

Low-level undead creatures like the skeleton corpse witch are very direct to communication. If you want the other party to be afraid and surrender, you must show your strength beyond the other party. Gris’s sharp thoughts translated into human language is intimidation such as “I’m strong, listen to me, don’t listen, eat it!”

Anyway, Gris is also a long-lived skeleton who has lived through twenty generations of lords. His soul must be more refined than this newly born immortal war horse. When he was dragging around half of his body, he really had no way to avoid it. Even the strong grey skeleton skeleton may not be his opponent, let alone this newly born small war horse.

Frightened by Gris' roar, the war horse was silent and did not dare to squeak again. Gris pressed his back with one hand and pressed it down, and then he obediently knelt down.
Chapter completed!