Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone-Chapter 632 - 430: Racial Advancement, the Terrifying Naraku Zombie!

The grotesque face of Chief Guna twitched.

Fang Zhou felt as if this Mud Spring Banshee was smiling, but he wasn’t sure. Her face was so covered in fleshy tumors and knotted veins that the expression looked more horrifying than a sob.

"Little human, the swamp told me not long ago that you fought with the Mud Spring Banshees of the Demon Vine Tribe, did you not?"

Hearing the old Mud Spring Banshee suddenly mention the battle, Fang Zhou’s heart sank.

"We did," Fang Zhou’s voice grew cold as a gray-black mana began to glimmer on his hands. "Chief Guna, do you want revenge for your kin?"

"Of course I do, little human!" the old Mud Spring Banshee’s voice suddenly rose to a screech. She stood up from the back of the Swamp Slime, her black robes trembling violently. "But not on you humans! My vengeance is for that Undead Demon from the Undead Tomb! Now, I will state our terms. Little human, you and everyone behind you must swear an oath to fight alongside us and destroy the Undead Demon who dared to annihilate the Demon Vine Tribe and turn countless natives into the undead!"

***

As a Forest Centaur who dreamed of becoming a hero, Kai had naturally imagined himself leading a great army to conquer the Mythical World. However, he had never imagined that he would be serving as a guide and scout in a unit like this.

Agile and ferocious Werewolves, wielding Wolf Fang Clubs, patrolled the front, rear, and flanks of the column. A large contingent of Snake-men marched forward in neat formation. The wails of the Mud Spring Banshees, like cries of mourning, echoed as they flickered in and out of sight in the marshes flanking the road. In the sky, abnormally large ravens circled. Every so often, one would fold its wings to descend, let out a few hoarse caws, and then soar back into the air.

"It’s simply a dance of demons," muttered Captain Hong Yang, who was walking beside Fang Zhou, clad in Heavy Armor and clutching a Magic Book. "If it weren’t for the military academy’s mission to rescue the Flower Elf, I would never walk among these creatures. Who can guarantee they won’t suddenly go berserk? I could wake up to find a few mongrels gnawing on my bones."

"The warriors of the Wolf Howl Tribe don’t chew on tin cans," the Werewolf chief, whose hearing was as keen as a wild wolf’s, sneered as he sidled up to them. "Chief Guna says we are allies now. We Werewolves may not swear oaths like human Knights, but our loyalty to our allies is second to none."

Half-convinced, Hong Yang lifted his chin and declared, "I don’t trust a promise from something with a mutt’s head. My weapon will stay ready. If you betray our pact, I’ll make sure you get a taste of its power."

"The loyalty of a dog, or a wolf, is far more dependable than any human’s," the Werewolf chief retorted sharply.

Fang Zhou maintained a calm expression, though he was inwardly amused. He hadn’t anticipated that what was initially a brewing battle would transform into a stage for a joint crusade.

The path underfoot gradually widened and became drier, while the poisonous trees and Thorns grew sparse. It seemed the party was finally about to leave the confines of the Withered Swamp. Fang Zhou looked at the setting sun, which had not yet completely disappeared below the horizon, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Crossing the Withered Swamp in a single day... this achievement would be astonishing for a typical team. But after forging an alliance with the Swamp Natives to eliminate the Undead Demon, all the dangers of the Withered Swamp were easily overcome with their help.

Nevertheless, the multi-racial expedition was inevitably fatigued. After assessing the party’s condition, Fang Zhou decided to rest for the night at the edge of the swamp. After resting and recuperating, they would take the Undead Tomb in one final push.

***

Sitting in the warmth of a marching tent, Fang Zhou opened his Portable Concentration Meditation Device and focused his consciousness on his Corpse Clone.

These past few days, the Corpse Hills had been anything but peaceful.

Fang Zhou’s sneak attack had inflicted heavy losses on the Bone Fortress. After its fit of Fury, the Skeleton Lord had tightened the defenses of its fortress. Not only were the many Mutated Skeleton Warriors inside the Bone Fortress forbidden from venturing out, but even the five remaining Skeleton Battle Groups under its command were stationed in the immediate vicinity.

Now, if Fang Zhou were to appear again, whether by infiltrating the Bone Fortress or ambushing the five stationed Skeleton Battle Groups, the Skeleton Lord would be able to arrive in an instant and kill him.

To the Skeleton Lord, these losses were insignificant. Over its long existence, it had suffered far more grievous losses on numerous occasions. As long as it killed the culprit, it would remain the ruler of the entire Corpse Hills. With the vast number of Skeletons ceaselessly spawned by the Corpse Hills, its losses could easily be replenished over time.

However, it didn’t know. During the days it had contracted its defenses... the Corpse Hills was undergoing a dramatic upheaval!

***

「Corpse Hills.」

In a stretch of wilderness a good hundred kilometers from the Bone Fortress, Fang Zhou stood quietly.

He did not move, but the aura emanating from him grew stronger by the moment. If someone could see his attribute panel, they would discover that it was constantly being flooded with new information.

These messages were all notifications of his Skeleton minions killing enemies.

Since his last breakout and escape from the Bone Fortress, the nearly one hundred Skeleton minions he once had were almost entirely wiped out.