CHAPTER 865: CHAPTER 596: IS THERE ANYTHING THEY CAN’T EAT?_2

"Of course." Sila nodded, "Moon Witch, Sun’s Testament, Grim Reaper."

"I am a Knight who believes in the Sun’s Testament."

Maybe he didn’t believe it that much, but it didn’t hurt to say it.

"We might be more inclined towards Za Za."

"There are very few Believers of the Grim Reaper in my territory."

"There are many on the Eastern Continent, Lord, more than you can imagine."

The Wizards left and would regain their "freedom" after handing over the coordinates, though they still had to undergo a series of health checks and have some physical data collected.

Madam Dai Juying also took her leave.

In less than half a day, Lind received the information he wanted.

It included the physical examination reports of Sila and others, as well as their respective plans.

Severe physical oppression, Magic Power overdraft, which could be adjusted by drinking some Magic Potion, and the environment in the Magic Land was good. The rich Magic Elements were enough for them to quickly "fatten up" again.

Secondly, there were some mental problems, and their bodies had a lot of Curses. It would take considerable time to clear the Curses from their bodies.

According to the plans, they should be "voluntarily" restricted. After all, they had just returned from the Cursed Land, and before the hidden dangers were resolved, their actions would be limited.

"What’s wrong?" Lind sensed an inquiry from the Mental Power of the Sin Dragon.

"Confusing the Dragon." The Sin Dragon said, "The Cursed Land is no longer attacking, and they even abandoned a stable passage, wanting to disconnect it on their own."

"Hmm?"

Lind was also puzzled. Could it be that the Cursed Land was scared by the relentless Undead? That shouldn’t be the case; although it seemed like the Undead were madly attacking, in reality, they were at a disadvantage in that previous battle. The difference in the number of casualties was so vast that if it were any other force, and not the rash Undead, they would have been scared out of their wits.

"Maybe they are preparing for a larger-scale invasion."

He did not intend to be careless.

This possibility was very high. If it were Lind, he would do the same. If the passage was slightly wider, stronger warriors could come through, and victory would be in sight.

"The Undead will leave this place for some time." Lind said, "You must hold on during this period, and others will help you."

"Leave?" The Sin Dragon was puzzled, "Where to?"

"The Eastern Continent."

"That’s just an ordinary Material Plane." The Sin Dragon didn’t understand, "No different from the Xilu Continent."

"Because you haven’t been there." Lind said.

"Just because of that?"

"Just because of that."

That was enough.

This was the greatest reward Lind could give at this stage. Giving Divine Equipment, giving items, and leveling up might excite the Undead, but only opening new maps and adding more playable content would truly thrill all the Undead.

"Wait, you mean to say, you are also going?"

"Of course."

As the most crucial NPC, how could he miss heading to the new map?

"No wonder you always understand the Undead’s thoughts." The Sin Dragon said, "No wonder I can’t understand the Undead."

"Is there any connection?"

"Because I can’t understand your thoughts, you are all strange people."

"Thank you for your compliment."

...

Sila and others were restricted to a certain area outside Sky Star Magic School.

They were able to gain a certain degree of freedom.

"Is this the Magic Land?"

"Just a small village, yet as prosperous as the Royal City."

Sila listened to the exclamations of her companions and turned to look at the surrounding stalls.

"Come and try, free samples."

"Really free? We don’t have any of this land’s currency." Sila was a bit embarrassed.

Not only did they lack currency, but all they had were the clothes Lind had generously sponsored them with.

"Of course, it’s free if it doesn’t taste good."

"What kind of meat is this?"

"Grilled Flying Dragon tail."

"Ah?"

"It’s the edible part." The other party seemed to see through Sila’s worry and added another sentence.

So, does the Flying Dragon have inedible parts?

No, why is the Flying Dragon even a food item!

This is too terrifying.

Leaving the stall, Sila was still a bit dizzy. As she walked, because of her freckles and deer-like eyes, she received milk tea, cotton candy, ice cream, grilled skewers... so many things that she couldn’t hold them all.

Twisted, ugly bugs, tentacles with suckers cut from who-knows-where, strange Demon Beast heads, etc.

They wanted to turn everything into gourmet food.

What couldn’t they eat?

She tried to take a bite.

Delicious!

But occasionally, she would eat something that tasted awful, like an experiment, making her face scrunch up for quite a while.

Sila decided not to wander the streets for a while; otherwise, her stomach would definitely burst.

It was a life she dared not imagine while wandering the Eastern Continent and being imprisoned in the Cursed Land, a happiness that filled her stomach to the brim.

When she saw her companions, they were more or less the same, and they all smiled at each other.

Next, their range of activities was expanded again, and they went to several different villages and towns.

Noon.

On a long street, two men holding Magic Wands stood at the crossroads.

When Sila saw such a scene, she couldn’t help but stop and watch.

The two men stood back to back, counting steps and walking forward step by step.

At the 10th step, they simultaneously turned around.

Magic Bullets were fired; the man on the left was faster, and his Magic Bullet easily exploded the head of the man on the right, whose body was as fragile as a glass bottle.

The man on the right turned to ashes and dissipated.

"Yo!" The victor raised his arms and cheered.

The crowd watching also applauded.

Only Sila felt something was off, then she saw a figure coming her way.

The person was shouting loudly, "It doesn’t count, one more round!"

It was the man whose head had been exploded earlier.

In that instant, Sila seemed to grasp something, a flash of inspiration in her mind.

The second round began, and the two placed their bets.

They stood back to back again, walked forward simultaneously, turned around simultaneously, and cast Magic.

"Boom!" The head exploded, and the body turned to ashes.

"One more round." The figure who had just died appeared again.

They were immortal!

Sila finally grasped the key point.

So that’s how it is; no wonder they dared to charge so recklessly into the Cursed Land.

...

A few days later, the coordinates for the Eastern Continent were confirmed.

Lind was once again fully armed.

Facing the endless Undead.

"New adventures await us, restoring the continent lost in Calamity to the embrace of Magic Land."

"Set out for the Eastern Continent."

The Undead began to move in an orderly fashion, preparing to head to the new map for new adventures.

However, the great Lord Lind did not share all the news with the Undead. He still held some very "key" information, such as the coordinates of the "Far East Magic School."

With local guides, it wouldn’t be hard to find that Magic School.

Sila was the guide who willingly led the way for Lind.

Seeing the vast army before her, Sila felt slightly tingling on her scalp, especially knowing that they had Undying Bodies.

A completely crazy, immortal army meant invincibility.

"Surprised?" Lind asked, "Since the Eastern Continent mainly believes in Za Za, there must be many Undead Wizards."

"Yes." Sila nodded, "But those undead are not like humans."

"And there are Undead Knights." Lind added, "Immortality isn’t that special; some Curses can also make people immortal."

"Indeed." Sila nodded in acknowledgment, "But only they fight so fervently for you."

She said seriously, "You will be invincible."

The remaining small forces on the Eastern Continent could not possibly resist such a powerful force.

"Invincible?"

Lind did not speak.

It was not the case.

Except for a few who liked to "suffer," most Undead easily gave up. Not fighting back and leaving things aside was typical of the Undead; after all, it was just a game.

The Undead were better than anyone at giving up; "gathering dust" was their norm.