Chapter 43: Development Direction

The world of death where the strong prey on the weak is so simple. The strong are respected. The grey bone skeleton expresses "obedience" as a submission. In the future, unless it encounters enemies with much more powerful strength, it will not betray it. Or one day, its strength exceeds the people it surrenders.

Gris threw the calf bone back to it and asked it to take it back. The bones on the gray bone skeleton have been strengthened and are much harder than ordinary white bones. Unfortunately, the joints are still the most fragile part, otherwise they would not be taken off after being tripped.

The gray bone skeleton, which had received the bones, stood up and stood aside in a daze. Its appearance made Gris' heart move. He just called the gray bone skeleton to ask about the changes in the territory after he left, such as whether there were powerful predators near the territory. Although the gray bone skeleton had low intelligence, it could barely communicate. Unexpectedly, this guy would become a subordinate if he didn't fight or obedient, and he would become a subordinate if he was beaten. It seemed that nothing bad was wrong.

A person's power is weak. No matter how powerful a predator is, he will not dare to provoke those powerful territories. If he can control the territory in his own hands, then his safety will be much more guaranteed. At least when encountering predators, he can have the ability to resist.

He also wanted to find a way to return to the human world, so it was naturally impossible to hide all day long like before. It was necessary to enhance his ability to protect himself. In the past, he was alone, but he could not think of this aspect for a while. Now seeing the grey bone skeleton like this, he immediately realized that increasing the number of subordinates is also a way to enhance his strength.

It happened that there are no lords in the territory now, so it is best to occupy the territory.

When he thought of his subordinates, Gris suddenly remembered that he had another subordinate, the soul fire he collected in the cemetery, and then attached to the bones on the war horse. He believed that he was Gris' first subordinate. However, when looking into the forest from afar, in order to avoid the demon wolf, Gris pulled out the soul of the bone and threw away his body. Now the soul fire of the bone is still hiding on Gris.

"Great Master, and Truth, have you forgotten Truth?" As if sensing Gris's thoughts, the demon spirit couldn't help but jump out. In fact, it had never been settled. After obtaining this magic armor, the demon spirit would jump out from time to time and say some useless nonsense. Gris always automatically ignores meaningless words. After ignoring them for a long time, he almost forgot the existence of this demon spirit.

Gris directly ignored Trut again. In his mind, Trut was not a subordinate.

The world of death is full of scattered bones, like the skeleton territory where Gris is located, and the skeletons are everywhere. Gris searched the ground and carefully picked out a bunch of skeletons with better samples, gestured, and first replaced his bones.

In the past, he was a half-body skeleton, and his upper body had twenty generations of lords to repair it. He had been very broken. In the human world, there was insufficient materials and could not be replaced. Now the materials are available, so naturally they have to be replaced.

When changing the bones, Gris couldn't help but start to get some lords or kings. Their metalized bodies were not easily damaged. Even if there was a little wear, they could recover slowly. There was no need to change the bones after being used for a long time.

These bones were carefully selected by Gris, thick and hard. Once they were replaced, the entire frame suddenly became several centimeters taller. Fortunately, the magic armor could be stretched and retracted, otherwise it would not be able to wear it.

After changing the bones, he picked out a better pair and put the soul fire of the bones in.

For the skeletons in the territory, today is destined to be a memorable day in their memory, and on this day, they have a new lord.

For more than half a year, the grey bone skeletons who had been rampant in the territory were running hard in the territory, driving the wandering skeletons together. Gris climbed onto a large rock and used his soul fire to express the idea of ​​conquest. Although his soul was not strong enough to make everyone surrender, it doesn't matter. Behind him was an immortal dragon with a soul that was even more vigorous than the lord.

Because there is no lord, the entire territory has not yet established a fixed order. For these skeletons, it is natural to surrender to whom they are powerful. So they both bowed their heads to Susanna. In their simple wisdom, whoever has a stronger soul will be stronger. In fact, the little bone dragon, who really has a strong soul but does not know anything, is not the opponent of Gris who masters all the low-level magic.

However, these skeletons with low intelligence collectively ignored the "weak" Gris and surrendered to the "strong" little bone dragon. This immediately made Gris realize that a powerful soul seemed essential to command these similar people like an arm.

Fortunately, if Susanna comes to pretend to be a tiger, his orders can be barely executed. After all, in terms of the strength of his soul, he is also the third person in the entire territory except for the Little Bone Dragon and the Gray Bone Skeleton.

The skeletons of the entire territory emerged in an empty group, surrounding the highest rock in the center of the territory. Gris stood on it and calculated silently that there were more than 780 skeletons of different shapes. Some were human-shaped, some horse-shaped, some were deformed, and all kinds of strange and strange.

They all focused their attention on the little bone dragon, but their souls were listening to Gris's speech. They might not understand why the Lord, who has a stronger soul, would listen to another "weak" soul, but they could definitely figure out who should listen to now.

"Strong soul! Eat! Have you?" Gris asked in words that these skeletons could understand. The meaning of this sentence was: Have powerful predators appeared here recently?

Most of the skeletons showed a confused mood, only a small part turned their heads and pointed at the grey bone skeleton. Their performance meant that the most powerful soul here was it, and only it was eating the same kind.

The gray bone skeleton transforms into gray bones in just half a year. It is absolutely impossible to grow naturally by sleeping. It can only be swallowed. This is the rule of the world of death. It is just like a wolf eating sheep and sheep eating grass. Most lords in the world of life and death grew up like this.

Most people have no experience of "strong soul" and "eating", which means that no predator has ever been here. Otherwise, when these two words are mentioned, they will definitely have experience of the skeletons who have seen the predator.

Gris asked several more questions, one by one who came up with their reactions, and the other by the grey skull skull. After all, its intelligence is one level higher than other skulls.

Based on the above answer, Gris slowly sorted out the changes in the territory that had taken place in the past six months after he left.

After the demon woman killed all the territory, the scattered soul fire slowly gave birth to new skeletons. Because there was no lord, no predators had been here for most of the year. Compared with powerful predators, the souls of ordinary skeletons were too weak, and the ones that attracted them were still lords with vigorous souls. Without lords, predators would not bother to come to this place.

In addition, the skeletons in the territory have just been born less than a year, so the territory will be safer for the time being.

Only by strengthening the territory as soon as possible and preventing predators from provoking it easily can there be real security in the world of death.

Standing on the rock, Gris thought about future developments while observing his fellow people under his feet. For more than half a year, it was so short that it was negligible for immortal undead creatures. Except for the grey bone skeletons with certain autonomy, the rest of the skeletons are all gangsters and have only the most primitive instincts. Skeletons at this level are the weakest, and sometimes when they encounter danger, they can't even hide.

So in the world of death, the most numerous are skeletons, but they are also the weakest.

Only when they grow to the level of gray bone skeletons can these skeletons awaken their autonomy and their intelligence will gradually increase. Now they are more like a piece of wood, and they will move after pushing.
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