#2583 - Communication
This is too strange.
How could a human possibly enter the Dead Realm?
Such a thing has never happened before, nor has it ever been heard of.
The passage for humans to enter the Dead Realm is theoretically completely sealed off, and the Dead Realm wouldn't spontaneously generate humans.
Even if a human did enter the Dead Realm, the aura of death alone would be enough to give them a hard time.
Yet, the human before me is extremely peculiar.
He seems completely unaffected by the Dead Realm's aura.
The two Nether Race members who were previously repelled by Fang Heng stood up and walked behind Kothar, whispering a few words to him in a language Fang Heng couldn't understand.
After listening, Kothar looked at Fang Heng again and shook his head, "Human, the Dead Realm is not a place for you.
This is where we, the Nether Race, have lived all along.
State your purpose."
Fang Heng frowned, pointed to the mountain range behind Kothar, and said, "I have no intention of creating conflict with you.
I just sensed something and want to take a look in the mountains behind you."
Kothar was silent for a moment after hearing this.
"I don't know how you found this place, nor am I interested in knowing.
Kothar paused as he said this, then continued, "If I discover that you have caused damage to the mountain range, we will spare no effort to make you pay the price."
Fang Heng stared at Kothar, feeling that something was strange.
"Is there something special about this mountain range?"
"You don't know? Then why do you want to go up the mountain?"
Kothar's eyes revealed even more doubt, and he shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing your affairs.
I'll give you a piece of advice: if you don't find what you're looking for, don't force it, and leave as soon as possible.
After all, this is the Dead Realm, and it's not suitable for you humans."
Fang Heng wanted to ask something else, but Kothar had already waved his hand, leading the clansmen who had arrived behind him to slowly leave, entering a patch of gray fog on the other side and gradually disappearing.
What the hell... …
How strange.
Fang Heng secretly complained in his heart.
He finally found a Nether Race member he could communicate with, and he still had many questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't expect the other party to run away after saying a few words.
Fang Heng thought to himself that since he was new here, he should avoid causing trouble and go directly into the mountain range to see what was going on.
The entire mountain range was covered in thick fog.
As he gradually went deeper, truly entering the mountain range area, Fang Heng suddenly realized that the entire mountain range was actually made up of accumulated bones.
Beneath the land of the undead, without exception, were dense white bones!
Fang Heng could even sense that the strength of those to whom these bones belonged was definitely not low when they were alive.
And that pressure…
It came from this mountain range.
Burial Dragon Mountain Range.
Fang Heng suddenly recalled the name of the mountain range that the Nether Race had said, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Could it be…
Undead Bone Dragon?!
Whoosh!!!
The next moment, an extremely strong pressure swept past!
Fang Heng looked towards the sky and saw a huge skeleton dragon flying through the sky.
It really is an undead bone dragon!
No wonder!
According to the views of the Necromancy School, the undead bone dragon is the strongest creature among the known undead summons!
Without exception!
No wonder he felt the pressure effect when he entered the mountain range earlier.
However, his purpose in coming here was not for the undead bone dragon, but for the remnants of Empress Persephone's will.
The Empress's will was still deeper in the mountain range.
Fang Heng continued forward, following his senses.
Until he was about to step into the deeper area of the mountain range, Fang Heng couldn't help but stop.
Undead Bone Dragon!
He personally saw the undead bone dragon coiled around the edge of a small mountain not far away.
It seemed to be in a resting state.
In addition to the undead bone dragon, there were also many Nether Race members staying around the location where he was currently standing.
This group of Nether Race…
Fang Heng turned his head, his gaze quickly sweeping over these people.
The Nether Race members were sizing up the undead bone dragon from a distance, and some of them were closing their eyes and concentrating, with a layer of dim mental power enveloping their bodies, seemingly performing some kind of undead spell.
"Everyone, I'm new here, sorry to bother you, may I ask, are you all here for the undead bone dragon?"
As soon as Fang Heng opened his mouth, a group of Nether Race members around him turned their gazes towards him, but no one spoke in response.
What does this mean?
Not speaking?
Fang Heng could feel the vigilance in their eyes.
"Don't bother communicating with them, they can't understand what you're saying, let alone the fact that you're a human, which makes you a complete anomaly here."
Huh?
Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he turned his head in the direction the voice came from.
He saw an old man leaning against a pile of bones accumulated on the side.
The old man looked extremely tired, slumped on the pile of bones.
"Who are you?"
"Sirius, War Arbiter of Empress Persephone, I saw you in the Empress's tomb before."
Sirius stared at Fang Heng, his spirit recovering somewhat, and said, "You were able to chase after me here because you sensed the remnants of the Empress's will, right?"
So, he was an old subordinate of the Empress.
Fang Heng nodded lightly, "Why can you understand my words?"
"After the Empress took control of the Dead Realm, she mastered the power of the entire Dead Realm, re-established the order of the Dead Realm, and expanded the number of Death Gods, allowing the souls of other worlds to successfully return to the Land of Oblivion, and the strength of the entire Dead Realm was greatly enhanced."
"However, there are always some worlds that want to contend with the Dead Realm's collection of souls."
"Ordinary Death Gods cannot capture souls, and after a long time, I, as the War Arbiter, would lead the Dead Realm army into that world."
"Over time, I naturally learned the languages of the outside world, and the power of the Dead Realm inadvertently leaked out, otherwise, how do you think Necromancy could have developed so quickly in such a short period of time."
Sirius looked at Fang Heng, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, "Empress was right, humans indeed possess a unique talent for integrating various academic disciplines."
"Alright, we don't have much time left."
Sirius looked at Fang Heng, "You should have sensed it too, as the ice crystal power in your sea of consciousness gradually dissipates, our power is also rapidly weakening.
The only thing we can do to slow down this weakening is to find the Empress's will again."
Fang Heng followed Sirius's gaze and looked towards the depths of the mountain range.
The depths of the mountain range were shrouded in a thick white mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
"What is this place? Where did this group of Nether Race members come from? Are they all here to seek the Empress's remaining will?"
"No, they're not, this is the Burial Dragon Mountain Range, the place where bone dragons are born."
Sirius shook his head as he spoke, explaining, "The Nether Race members you see gathered here are all trying to recruit the bone dragon."
