Volume One: Struggling in the Wasteland of Dry Bones Chapter Two: The Consequences of Accidental Promises

After trying to attack a lone zombie with the acceleration decay spell, he only managed to rot a small piece of the flesh on the other party's face, and was chased by the furious zombie. Andre gave up this unrealistic method, got rid of the zombie's pursuit, and then he ran back to the body of the big axe skeleton.

With his bone arm supporting his head, Andre was a bit at a loss - could he only hide and absorb the moonlight for decades?

What a joke, according to the memory fragments he found, the undead of the dry bone family can only reshape their bodies by upgrading to level 24 and becoming a king. But when can he rely on the absorption of the ghost to reach level 24!

There must be a way, I can't be killed by urine...

Damn it, I don't even have a chance to be killed by urine now!

Somewhat depressed, Andre's right hand casually passed over the ground, and suddenly he touched a hard object. Looking down, he found that it was the big bone axe of the big axe skeleton. Annoyed, Andre picked up the bone axe and wanted to throw it far away, but looking at the uneven edge of the bone axe, Andre suddenly had an idea.

Andre grabbed the bone axe horizontally, then shoveled the ground with force, and a large group of black and red soil was shoveled up, and then the soil was thrown aside by Andre...

Andre hugged the bone axe tightly with both hands as if he had found a treasure. He already had a great hunting method - yes, it was digging a trap!

When the crimson moon rose, Andre had already dug a pit half a person deep. The rotten soil and bones dug out were dumped by him in a clump of blood arrow grass not far away. Andre chose a good location, which was a small open space in the middle of several clumps of blood arrow grass, with a dead tree that had been dead for many years next to it. According to Andre's calculation, as long as he successfully lured the prey, there is a 90% chance that the other party will fall directly into the pit.

The undead creatures wandering near Andre did not notice the skeleton mage who was desperately digging the pit. Of course, this is also related to the fact that as soon as Andre found other undead creatures passing by nearby, he immediately stopped working and hid.

"Which one said that the skeleton doesn't know how to be tired, *** my lumbar spine is broken three times, fortunately, I can connect... Oh... This moonlight is really comfortable..." Lying on his back with his four limbs stretched out, Andre lay by the half-dug pit, enjoying the nourishment of the crimson moonlight. He really felt that his spirit and strength were slowly recovering.

After making sure that there were no other undead creatures within a hundred steps, Andre looked at the two C-shaped moons in a daze.

How many years has it been since he entered the city and hasn't seen the moon? I remember when I was a child, every summer night, I would fall asleep in the chirping of insects and frogs and the soft moonlight...

For work, for status, for some other inexplicable things, the moon has long become a forgotten existence. He just wanted a meal at the beginning, when did it start to change?

Andre suddenly thought of the sentence his best friend advised him when his parents died in a car accident and his girlfriend suddenly proposed to break up, and he was depressed - "Andre, some things will be too late to regret after losing them. If you don't want to lose them, you must learn to cherish them. I hope you understand this truth."

Andre suddenly wanted to smile bitterly. He found that he was really a fool. He didn't understand until now that what his friend wanted him to cherish was family, friendship, and the optimistic attitude he had when he was young, etc. But he mistakenly thought that having money and status would have everything, but the more he lived, the more lonely he became. When the order of the department head came to his hand, no matter whether his colleagues' eyes were envious or envious, he was only confused in his heart... That's not what he really wanted!

But, what does he really want?

While Andre was thinking about this, the soul fire he inherited from Hegel was automatically absorbing the energy of the crimson moon. When Andre came back to his senses, he found that the energy consumed during the day had been restored by about two-thirds, which made him stunned.

According to Hegel's memory, even if he absorbed the moonlight all night, he could only restore about one-third of his energy. How could he recover so quickly?

With curiosity, Andre immersed his consciousness into the soul fire, trying to observe what was going on.

As soon as the idea of entering the soul fire flashed, Andre found that he was already under a chaotic starry sky. There were countless blood-red stars in the dark sky, which appeared from time to time. Like being pulled by silk threads, from time to time, a few blood-red stars would fall to the ground where Andre was, and merge into it.

After observing for a while, Andre understood that the blood-red stars were the moonlight of the crimson moon, and the falling starlight was the energy absorbed by his soul fire. With this understanding, Andre had a bold idea - why not try to use his own consciousness to drag those energy spots?

After scanning, Andre locked a bright blood-red star in the sky, but what to do next?

Andre was a bit silly, and after weighing the pros and cons, he used the most likely method. He divided a small part from his consciousness and slowly stretched it towards the sky composed of the soul fire, trying to bind that big energy star spot with his consciousness.

It succeeded! Andre successfully connected to the star spot with a strand of consciousness, but his boldness almost made him fly away.

The moonlight of the crimson moon doesn't look so weak. Each energy star spot contains not only energy but also endless negative emotions. The larger the star spot, the more negative emotions it contains. This is also an important reason why the high-level undead in the undead plane are crazier than one another.

According to the current rank of Andre's soul fire, he should absorb the smallest light spots, but he foolishly found the largest one. Through the connection of the soul silk, those cruel, bloodthirsty, violent, resentful, lonely, greedy and other negative emotions, wave after wave, screamed and drilled into his consciousness sea, like the infinite cold feeling of being in an ice cave, making Andre unbearable.

The skeleton that made up his body rolled back and forth on the ground, knocked down a clump of blood arrow grass, and finally fell into the pit that Andre had been digging for most of the day. If Andre couldn't overcome the invading negative emotions, then his soul would disperse, and the pit he had been digging for half a day would become his grave.

Andre, who didn't know that his skeleton had fallen into the pit, was still struggling in his consciousness sea. Those negative emotions had turned into a group of screaming ghosts, circling around his poor soul black fog, and from time to time, a ghost would pass through his soul group, and when it came out, Andre's originally dark soul group became even darker.

This time, I'm really going to die... Faced with the powerful ghosts made of negative emotions, Andre insisted on the last trace of clarity in his soul, but he still felt more and more light, and the color of his soul became lighter and lighter.

No, I don't want to die like this!

Andre roared silently, and he desperately contracted his soul group, trying to avoid the attack in this way. Andre's soul group had been contracted to an extremely fine point, close to a solid state. At the same time, the red soul fire inherited from Hegel was also shrinking.

"Yin and Yang are the ways of heaven and earth, the guidelines of all things, the parents of change, and the origin of life and death."

When Andre exhausted all his mental energy and couldn't shrink his soul any further, he suddenly found such a paragraph emerging in his consciousness. Instinctively, Andre placed the already shrunken soul and soul fire in a subtle position, and then he completely passed out.

Feeling the sudden disappearance of Andre's resistance consciousness, the ghosts made of negative emotions laughed wildly, cheered, and scrambled to break the almost invisible Andre's soul.

But their cheers suddenly stopped, because they found that they had been involuntarily trapped in a huge vortex.

A Yin-Yang fish composed of black and red colors had been formed, and the two fish eyes were the soul and soul fire of Andre.

As the Yin-Yang fish rotated faster, the ghosts were crushed into the purest energy, absorbed into the two Yin-Yang fish, and as the Yin-Yang fish rotated, a black and red soul fire filled Andre's skull cavity in a moment. Countless crimson moonlight rained down from the sky, projecting into Andre's new soul fire consciousness sea, and the moonlight energy within a radius of about two meters was absorbed by Andre.

Andre's curled-up skeleton also began to change, the bones became thicker and stronger, the color became whiter, and even the whole skeleton grew taller. The dry bone staff inserted behind his neck also grew to half a person's height, and the rodent skull at the top turned into a feline skull, with a red light flashing in the eye sockets...

Andre made such a big move, and he would naturally be perceived by other high-level undead. Several strong consciousnesses instantly enveloped the entire Wasteland of Dry Bones. The undead on the wasteland shuddered and crawled on the ground, and no undead dared to offend the dignity of the strong because of absorbing the crimson moonlight.

These several consciousnesses also have strengths and weaknesses. Several slightly weaker consciousnesses perceived the two strongest consciousnesses, and respectfully retreated. And those two strongest consciousnesses collided heavily with each other.

"Riding on bones, Dorogrig, you're in my way!" One of the consciousnesses, full of strong killing intent, roared at the other consciousness.

"Joke... Anubis reptile, is the dry bone plain your territory?" The other cold breath was not weak, and the strong consciousness flow instantly destroyed countless humble undead in the area of the two people's consciousness confrontation.

"Dorogrig, do you want to provoke a war between kings?!" The consciousness called Anubis was furious.

"In three thousand years, when have you ever won?" Dorogrig's words were provocative.

The two strong consciousnesses forgot their original intention and killed each other with consciousness in the world. Every confrontation had countless undead souls in the dry bone wasteland flying and becoming a part of the earth.

It was not until the crimson moon fell that the two kings gave up the struggle, agreed on the time and place of the king's war, and searched for the soul that caused the mutation. The two kings, who could not find the culprit, retracted their consciousness.

Andre, who caused all this, was sleeping in the pit he dug.