Chapter 739
"I'm a skeleton, a skeleton with thin bones." This thought appeared in Little Skeleton's mind.
As for what a skeleton was, or what thin bones were, Little Skeleton had no concept of them.
He was merely following his master's will and walking on the wasteland when he received this comment from the vampire beside him.
His master was his master. His orders had to be obeyed unconditionally. The vampire, on the other hand, was a fellow with a certain scent.
That was an ally, one that couldn't be harmed.
Little Skeleton didn't know much about the concept of an ally, but he knew that he couldn't be harmed.
There were only a few things that the Little Skeleton could do. One was to walk, and the other was to pounce on someone and hit them with their hands or anything in their hands. This type of behavior was known as damage.
Just as the vampire had said, Little Skeleton's original owner should have been a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. He was only one and a half meters tall, and his bones weren't particularly thick. His yellowed bones appeared to be extremely fragile, and there were visible cracks on them.
"Guilder, how long have we been wandering in this wasteland?" Two other vampires, whom they called allies, were talking to each other. One of the vampires even hung a blood bag on the little skeleton's ribs, using him as a moving shelf.
"I don't know either. God knows that the Lich King has no sense of direction." Guilder's words were spoken in a very soft voice. Little Skeleton remembered that a Holy Light clergyman with a disgusting aura had said the same thing not long ago. That clergyman, too, appeared to be very peaceful inside the icicle.
"What is Guilder?" The blue soul flame within Little Skeleton's yellowed skull flickered. A question appeared in Little Skeleton's mind.
Very quickly, he obtained the answer from the conversation between the two vampires.
"Guilder, what do you think the Lich King's name is? I've never heard of it before."
"The Lich King is the master. Therefore, the Lich King's name is master." Little Skeleton's strange logic flickered for a moment before he came to a conclusion, "A name is a person's identity."
"Let's talk less about the Lich King. The only thing we want to know is how long we're going to walk in circles."
"We're not as durable as these skeletons. In this …"
"I'm a skeleton. I'm durable." Little Skeleton's soul flame captured the key words.
"So my name is Durable?" The little skeleton stumbled backwards. It turned out that the vampire had given him a shove when he saw the bag of blood hanging from his ribs.
The Little Skeleton's Fire of Soul seemed to have been affected when it got up from the ground.
"My name is Nai … My name is Nai … My name is Nai …" Little Skeleton repeated this thought in his mind. There was only one syllable left of his name.
The soul fire formed by the incomplete soul didn't have much thinking ability. It was already incredible that it could carry out the Lich King's commands. This incomplete thinking ability was stuck at this moment.
The Little Skeleton's soul fire pulsated continuously. As it pulsated, a certain incomplete thing hidden deep within the Little Skeleton's soul fire was reignited.
"My name is Nai."
"I am nai."
Following the transmission of some information, Little Skeleton gave himself a name. In fact, he still didn't quite understand the meaning of a name. However, he thought that perhaps he should have a name.
Repeating his own name in his mind, Little Skeleton's Fire of Soul underwent some changes. It became more stable, unlike before when it would be blown away by a gust of wind.
Some patterns gradually spread on the skeleton's yellowed bones.
Those who were familiar with Little Skeleton knew what was happening when they saw the changes happening to the skeleton.
Mutated skeletons.
The army of skeletons from the Necropolis reawakened the skeletons of the past. They would absorb the residual soul energy in the surroundings and on the skeletons to form the Fire of Soul to control the skeletons.
Compared to a complete soul, this kind of Fire of Soul was undoubtedly incomplete and its function was extremely simple.
However, due to some special reasons, such as the mutual devouring of the Fire of Soul, the structure of the Fire of Soul would undergo a mutation. This would allow this kind of lowest level soldier to obtain some special abilities.
For example, in some of the Planes of Death, there would be the existence of a Sea of Undead. At every moment, they would receive the remains of other worlds and form skeletons through the mechanisms of the world. These skeletons, under the guidance of the world's laws, would hunt other undead skeletons and devour their Fire of Soul to advance themselves.
Under the accumulation of a large number of skeletons, there would always be a few skeletons that would become powerful Skeleton Kings.
However, it was said that the other world had already established a partnership with an organization called the Impure Hermit Order. In response to the large number of skeletons being wasted every year, they created a plan to upgrade the Sea of Skeletons with the slogan of environmental protection, high efficiency, and self-improvement.
This greatly increased the probability of high-level skeletons appearing.
It was said that a while ago, the Lich King and the Plane of Death had engaged in hiring and summoning. However, because the job didn't have insurance, nor did it have proper labor regulations, the Plane of Death refused to provide troops.
Therefore, there weren't many mutated skeletons. Most of them were existences that were already powerful when they were alive and would only become mutated after death.
A small number of skeletons that were lucky enough to kill people and devour their souls could also mutate.
It wasn't that there weren't skeletons that suddenly mutated while walking, but it was very rare.
The Fire of Soul in Little Nai's eyes flickered a few times and completed the mutation. After that, she no longer paid attention to him.
The Sea of Skeletons had hundreds of thousands, and it was gradually increasing as time went by.
There were also tens of thousands of mutated skeletons. In addition, there were the existence of other races.
No one would care if a small skeleton mutated.
Little Nai wandered around the wasteland with the skeleton army until one day, they finally saw a city.
And the number of undead in the army had reached a million.
The wasteland wasn't really a wasteland before, and it was unknown how many people were buried underground.
Looking at the city that was gradually approaching, Little Nai's thoughts became more active.
Over the past few days, quite a few people had conversed with him. Although his soul fire was still only the size of two fingers, its original blue color had already turned into a dazzling color. It was like looking up at the night sky and looking at the starry sky.
Little Nai had also seen the starry sky. It was when he was pushed down while walking. In his empty eye sockets, he looked at the starry night sky and seemed to be touched by something.
Perhaps because Little Nai had become a mutated skeleton, he was assigned a rusty iron sword.
Just like that, Little Nai walked towards the city in a daze.
In his Fire of Soul, he still remembered the bright starry sky and his name – Little Nai.
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