Chapter 965: Chapter 602, Nourishing the Undead (Added for Alliance Hierarch ‘Angel’s Trajectory’).
[Viscera Jar (Purple)]
[Category: Magic Container]
[Abilities: Wild Run, Hunting]
[Wild Run: All limbs on the ground, running like a beast, Movement Speed +50%, limb strength +10%.]
[Hunting: Pouncing action, jumping +10%.]
(Description: Time to hunt the weak.)
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There it was, the purple viscera jar.
Since the viscera jars are exclusive to the Undead factions, they are basically unseen on the market.
Not to mention those with good properties and high quality.
To reach purple is indeed very rare for a viscera jar.
The viscera jar in front of him mainly increased movement speed.
But this limb running and pouncing motion, it should be suitable for beast-like troops.
Otherwise, equipping this viscera jar to regular troops? When they run on all fours, what about their weapons and equipment?
But it’s hard to say, after all, when climbing stairs, ordinary Skeleton Warriors still know to bite their weapons with their teeth and pick them up after ascending.
It might be worth equipping to see the effects of this viscera jar.
He set aside the viscera jar, picking up the rest of the items.
There wasn’t much else he could use.
After collecting several large vases,
Those incenses, the Golden Tooth Ornament, Rib Necklaces, all items used by the Undead, he left them to Amanda to handle.
Moreover, he felt the fashion route of the Undead was a bit off.
Why would anyone think to drill holes in the collarbone to hang a gold chain?
Or the idea of driving a bone nail into the ribcage?
What happens when it rains, does water get inside through these holes?
It was somewhat incomprehensible, the thinking of the Undead.
…
In the regional channel,
The lately quiet topic of ‘Undead Wars’ was being discussed again in the region.
The person who posted the photos last night hadn’t shown up.
Instead, some new names popped up.
“The end for the Undead here, Black Horn City has fallen, and there will be no Great Cemetery of Odys anymore.”
“Damn, it’s over? What is Black Horn City, I’ve never heard of it.”
“The Great Cemetery of Odys, is that the one that declared war on the human Federation? How come the Undead are fighting among themselves now?”
“Did the attacking side win? Who is the leader of the attackers?”
“Odys, I know, the king of Odys! The leader of the entire cemetery, a very incredible person.”
“Cut it! A little trash, a tier-five orange rank, we hanged and hit it.”
“Boasting much? Tier-five orange and still calling it trash, you sure talk big.”
“It’s really trash, its Soul Fire was extinguished. I have a photo of Odys here,[Photo][Photo].”
“Damn, which Alliance are you from, that’s so ruthless, directly seizing regional power.”
“Exactly, which Alliance? Are you still recruiting? I want to join too.”
“The guy who just posted the photo, don’t play dead, which Alliance is it? Share some information.”
Well-fed transmigrants, having time to show off their battle achievements in the channel.
Although whether Odys lived or died did not really concern them, it did not prevent them from flaunting their presence in the channel.
Being called a big shot and receiving comments like “awesome,” and “666” did feel quite fulfilling.
But everyone still remembered Dong Jiayue’s instructions.
They did not disclose any information about their territories, especially Fang Hao.
After all, no one was foolish enough to challenge the rules they had internally set.
Those not smart enough had already been eliminated in various ways early in their transmigration.
The chat was lively.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang.
Dong Jiayue walked straight in.
Seeing Dong Jiayue’s figure, everyone stood up, regardless of age, and called out, “Sister Jia Yue.”
Dong Jiayue nodded, then reminded them again, “When chatting in the channel, don’t mention anything related to this place. There are many hostile forces waiting for us to reveal information.”
The ones who were just boasting in the channel froze.
Clearly, Dong Jiayue had also been in the chat channel and saw a few of them boasting.
Hostile forces among the transmigrants?
That was somewhat terrifying.
“Alright, Sister Jia Yue, we won’t talk about it again,” a few of them immediately clarified their stance.
The offline aspect was beneficial like this.
Realizing the mistake and changing attitudes were always better managed than online, where arguments and counter arguments could flare up.
Dong Jiayue nodded and continued, “Alright, has everyone finished eating? Now, form three small teams and head to the location of the walls. Help deal with the production tools for the troops there.”
“Yes!”
Everyone put down what they were holding, walked out of the room, and divided into three teams.
They headed toward the collapsed positions of the walls.
…
After finishing with the treasure chest,
Amanda, accompanied by various guards and processions, walked with Fang Hao out of the Royal Palace.
They headed towards the Viscera Museum.
The procession was indeed grand.
On the contrary, he, as the lord, seemed like a guest received by a queen, respected yet out of place with the surrounding environment.
“How was it, any good finds in the treasure chest?” Amanda casually asked as they walked.
“Not bad, got some finds; there are still some incenses and sculptures left in the royal palace’s backyard. Arrange for someone to take care of them later,” Fang Hao responded.
Two golden umbrellas were raised above their heads,
shielding them from the sun above.
Looking back, he saw a Skeleton Attendant, holding them high behind the two.
Did the Undead really need such a thing?
“Yes,” Amanda replied, tilting her head slightly to glance at him as she continued, “By the way, I wanted to discuss something with you.”