Pale, hundreds of pale bone souls swept across the battlefield. Mu Hua finally realized that perhaps the paleness mentioned by the undead did not entirely refer to their bones.

The soul of bones turned into a pale curtain. Looking from afar, a large number of monsters that were eyeing the mage's position died silently. Amid the weird cries, all the monsters within a radius of more than a kilometer fled.

Liches, a group of nearly three hundred liches were the first to approach the position.

Liches are not scary. Even ordinary necromancers have the opportunity to transform themselves into liches if they prepare the necessary materials.

But three hundred liches that can fly and throw bone souls are a bit scary.

After casting a spell together, some bone souls returned. Among this group of liches, at least 80% of the individuals had strengthened bone souls floating around them.

Perhaps if Mu Hua pulled out any one of the liches here, he would have the confidence to defeat it. But if this group of liches came together to attack him, I'm afraid they would beat him to the point where he couldn't take care of himself in a minute.

These three hundred human liches have one thing in common, that is, they all have the mark of slavery on their foreheads.

This is a cruel method similar to a slavery contract, and these liches should have voluntarily accepted the slavery of a human.

Yes, voluntary.

Liches do not completely lose their emotions, but the price of becoming a lich is the loss of sensibility. The remaining rationality makes them non-regular members of the undead clan.

But no matter how unofficial they are, they are still undead.

The feelings of some liches towards humans come from rational cognition, and they themselves no longer possess humanity and emotions.

This group of liches should be the type of beings mentioned above. In order to avoid persecuting humans, they transformed into liches and accepted slavery from friends they trusted.

That's right, it's mutual trust, because the slave mark is not a slavery contract after all. It allows the master to explore the slave's thoughts and punish the slave.

But those who control the slaves' imprints cannot prevent the slaves from committing self-mutilation and suicide.

These liches did not want to deny their human identity, so reason made them stand on the side of humans. But they would still cultivate and grow, and their remaining reason would not allow them to be willing to simply become tools of others.

They have enough means to let the death spread to their masters when they commit suicide. Without a certain level of trust and connection, normal people would not dare to give slave marks to liches.

In order to ensure the lich's character, the slave mark is a safety valve set by humans for the lich. It is also the only means for the lich to maintain his legal human identity.

The undead have nothing to be proud of in terms of their human identity. Without mental interference, a lich who forcibly carries out slave imprinting may explode at any moment.

Therefore, these liches accepted the slave mark more voluntarily, and were the type who voluntarily and rationally insisted on their human identity.

Three hundred liches and about a hundred necromancers. Although these necromancers may have high-level spellcasting abilities, compared to the number of coalition forces, the proportion of necromancers among the warriors is still very low.

The liches in robes lowered their flying altitude. Their dry faces and cold eyes seemed to be emitting cold flames, like a group of horrible nightmares. They did not enter the mage's position, but floated several meters above the ground on the outskirts of the mage's position.

They looked around with cold eyes, but when their gazes fell on Mu Hua, Mu Hua felt obvious emotional fluctuations from them.

The liches bowed and saluted without communicating with Mu Hua. Instead, they all performed the gesture of placing one hand on their chest towards Mu Hua.

Mu Hua's face was solemn, with no expression of sadness or joy, but he was actually very panicked in his heart.

What's going on? What are these guys doing?
It was still very scary to be treated respectfully by a group of liches who could beat him so hard that his mother couldn't recognize him. Mu Hua had never experienced such a grand occasion.

It feels great, but also very scary.

But because he felt good, Mu Hua consciously suppressed his panic.

Damn, even though I’m a little confused about the situation, I have to keep pretending, right?

Riding on the Infernal Warhorse, Mu Hua accepted the liches' greeting as if it was a matter of course. He even waved his arms at the liches in a generous manner, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

Of course, after waving, he still secretly observed the reactions of the liches, and only after confirming that they had no disgust did Mu Hua continue to sit on the warhorse and pose in his style.

His thoughts were spinning wildly, and Mu Hua had already vaguely guessed that the attitude of these liches towards him should be due to his identity as the Pale Lord.

It is indeed better to be a lich who is willing to be a human. Even if he is already very powerful, he will still show enough respect to someone who has obtained the status of Pale Lord as a human.

The wild undead on the Abyss Island either avoided him or treated him as one of their own kind, and never took the initiative to kowtow to him. . .

Thinking of what to do, a group of necromancers also came to the vicinity of the mage camp. Some of these necromancers rode infernal warhorses, some rode skeleton warhorses, and some flew by themselves, but none of them rode on a constructed undead like Vivian.

They were at a distance from the mage's position. Some dismounted their horses, some landed on the ground, swung their robes, and stuck their staffs on the ground, walking towards the position in a very stylish manner.

When they saw Mu Hua surrounded by a group of Terror Riders and Dragon Tooth Soldiers, surprise was evident on their faces. They saw that one of the old, beardless necromancers quickened his pace and walked closer to Mu Hua.

"Theodore Derrick greets you. May I ask, are you from the land of immortality?" the old wizard asked Mu Hua.

The land of eternal life, or the city of eternal life, should be the territory of the seventh kingship.

"No, I have only seen ghosts and gods, and I don't know the king." Mu Hua frowned slightly and looked down at Theodore.

Oh no, Mu Hua is pretending to be too devoted. He feels like he can’t calm down and is even bringing up ghosts and gods to show off.

After all, he and Tao Lesi had only talked for a few minutes. Was it really a good idea to always talk about ghosts and gods? Mu Hua felt guilty.

He wanted to be polite to this veteran necromancer, but he failed to control his facial expression, and the way he acted was more arrogant than the group of high-level necromancers in front of him.

"Haha, congratulations, young necromancer. I wish you can become a ghost or god soon and establish the city of the dead." Osido didn't seem to be angry at Mu Hua's arrogance. After hearing that Mu Hua didn't know the seventh person, he looked at Mu Hua a little closer.

Becoming a ghost or god? The city of the dead? Even Mu Hua didn't know what Osido was talking about.

But, now that I have already pretended, I should at least hold on a little longer, right?
"Thank you." Mu Hua put on a friendly smile and nodded to Osido calmly.

"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome. The outside world is often prejudiced against necromancers. We are all members of the Necromancer Mutual Aid Association."

"Have you heard of Borderlands? It's a relatively loose organization. How about you join a group first?" Osido raised his arm, showing a ring on his left hand, and a magic network interface appeared in front of him.

Mu Hua: “…”

Look at the headless knight and dragon tooth soldiers under Mu Hua, look at the big demon beside Mu Hua, and the flocks of ravens also make Osido feel pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Osido liked Mu Hua more and more.

When people mention necromancers, they always think of the Seventh Kingship, but there are also many necromancers who are unwilling to submit to the Seventh and are unwilling to find a boss for themselves inexplicably.

Unlike demons and witches, human necromancers are all pure human beings. They have no psychological barriers and do not need any recognition from ghosts.

Not to mention seeking recognition, because they are used to commanding the undead, necromancers generally have a bit of a "big boss" temperament.

Willful, unruly, and selfish, they have not eaten even half an ounce of grain from the seventh person along the way, so why should they be subject to the control and assignment of the seventh person?
Because Necromancers in this era are relatively rare and their reputation is not very good, some Necromancers stick together for warmth.

This Necromancer Mutual Aid Association called 'No Man's Land' is such an existence.

It's not a serious organization, just a group of necromancers on the magic web. If they encounter any difficulties, they can talk to everyone in the group. If they find a courtyard with good opportunities, they can also call some "like-minded" people to form a team to do an undead crossing or something like that...

The tense and serious atmosphere was broken by Osido's group creation, and Mu Hua was somewhat confused by being pulled into a communication group by Osido.

Observing the situation of Mu Hua and Osido, after confirming that Mu Hua had joined the group, many necromancers present gave Mu Hua a kind smile.

Nodding to Mu Hua again, Osido was very happy that he had brought an incredible newcomer into "Borderless Land".

"Okay, everyone, let's get started. Don't let those women look down on us." Osido raised his arms and shouted, and the nearby necromancers and liches began to summon their own undead.

The women that Osido mentioned probably refer to those witches with amazing figures and looks.

A group of mages, including the lich, howled in response to Osido.

I saw several ferocious bone dragons crawling out from the gaps between the constructs, along with terror knights, death knights, black-armored generals, bone seas and corpse demons, and more than a hundred undead mages pulling out a terrifying force in an instant.

Although Mu Hua also wanted to be shocked, for some reason, he always felt a little powerless.

Mutual aid exchange group? No Man's Land? At this moment, there were many people in his group interface greeting him, welcoming him to join, and even asking him to report his gender and measurements...

Where is the cool and aloof you promised me? Where is the unruly you promised me?

There's a war going on here, okay? What the hell is going on? ? ? (End of this chapter)