Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As Lynn ventured deeper into the underworld, he discovered many new and exotic species.

In the distance, a group of creatures were moving.

They are the size of horses, but much larger, with four legs, long necks, and a single horn on their heads.

If the image weren't so dark, one could easily cosplay a sacred unicorn.

Their skin is gray with fine scales, and their eyes are red, which are particularly striking against the gray-white sky.

This is a creature unique to the underworld—the underworld horse, which is also a common mount in the underworld.

They do not eat the dead or carrion; they only feed on the aura of the underworld.

They lowered their heads, their mouths close to the ground, sucking up the specks of light floating in the air.

Lynn walked past them, and they looked up at him, made a safe distance, and then continued to feed.

Hmm... It seems that our undead army doesn't even have a single proper cavalryman yet.

Okay, okay!

Lynn walked for a while longer, and a settlement appeared ahead, which was the outer settlement marked in the crystal.

This settlement is one of the few human "outposts" in the underworld, specifically used to investigate the situation in the underworld and prevent a large-scale invasion.

Several rows of low stone houses form a circle, with an open space in the middle.

A stone pillar stood in the open space, with runes engraved on it, emitting a silvery-white light.

It was a magic array that resisted the aura of the underworld and death; it was only a thin layer covering the area of ​​the town.

There weren't many people in the town, just a few dozen professionals, dressed in various styles of clothing, including leather armor, robes, and tattered cotton-padded jackets.

Some of them sat at the entrance of the stone house, some squatted on the open ground, and some leaned against the stone pillar.

Their complexions were slightly better than those of the people in the main world town, but not by much.

Most of the netherworld energy was blocked by the witch array, but in this environment, their bodies were still being eroded, just at a slower pace.

Lynn walked into the town, and the light from the witch's array swept over him but did not stop him.

He walked to the stone pillar and stopped. The old man squatting next to the pillar looked up and glanced at him.

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were grayish-white, and there was a pale golden light around the edge of his pupils.

He was wearing a gray robe embroidered with several runes, the colors of which had faded and were almost invisible.

He held a wooden staff in his hand. The staff was black and had a smooth surface, as if it had been polished for many years.

The old man clearly did not recognize the wizard's robes of the Bone Spire, but he knew that anyone who could freely enter and leave the underworld was an extraordinary figure.

"Sir, are you from the main world?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

Lynn looked down at him and tossed him a few magic stones. "I'm from the main world, and I want to ask you some questions."

The old man's eyes lit up as he took the magic stone. He slammed his wooden staff into the ground with a dull thud. "Ask away," he said, "I'll tell you whatever I know."

Lynn took the silver-white crystal out of the ring and held it in his palm.

"The information here indicates there's a small settlement on the outskirts of the underworld. Is this the place?"

The old man glanced at the crystal and nodded. "This place is called Graystone Town. Who are you looking for?"

Lynn put away the crystal. "I'm looking for someone who fell into the River Styx more than ten years ago, when they were just a baby."

The old man frowned slightly, his gaze towards Lynn was somewhat offensive, and he had a "Are you kidding me?" expression on his face.

"Baby? They're probably long gone. The River Styx often has seepage points in the main world, swallowing more living people every year than the population of Graystone Town. I've never heard of any surviving."

Lynn shook her head.

"I'm pretty sure the baby isn't dead, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to come to the underworld to find him."

The old man didn't argue; if you say he's not dead, then he's not dead.

"Then tell me, what are the characteristics of the child you're looking for? I'll go and find out for you."

Lynn raised his right hand, and grayish-white light surged from his palm, condensing into a ball in the air.

The light cluster contracted and deformed, outlining the silhouette of an infant.

It has a small, silvery-white horn on its forehead that gleams slightly, and its shoulder blades and outer arms are covered with fine, pale silver scales.

His eyes were closed, but a faint starlight shone through the slits, making him look extraordinary.

The baby was curled up, as if it were still in its mother's womb.

Lynn explained, "He inherited alien blood, has horns on his forehead and scales on his body. He should be grown up by now and easy to recognize."

"If you can help me find him, there will be a generous reward!"

The old man stared at the ball of light and shadow, the image of the baby reflected in his gray-white pupils.

He looked for a long time, as if trying to recall something, but ultimately he couldn't find any memory of the child.

Then he turned around and shouted at the stone houses in the settlement.

"Come out, everyone! This sir is looking for someone! The baby who fell into the River Styx more than ten years ago should have grown up by now! Anyone who has seen someone who looks similar, come and take a look!"

The once-silent town seemed to come alive, and the doors of the stone houses opened one by one.

People came out; some were wearing tattered leather armor, some wore wrinkled robes, and some were shirtless wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

They walked over to the old man, formed a circle around him, and looked at the ball of light in the sky.

Some people squinted, some tilted their heads, and some leaned closer to look.

"He fell into the River Styx more than a decade ago; he should have died long ago." A middle-aged man in leather armor shook his head. "The River Styx is a place where, if a living person goes in, not even bones will remain."

A young woman pointed to the unicorn horn in the light and shadow. "This child looks really strange, with a horn on its forehead and scales all over its body. Could it be a hybrid of a dragon and a human?"

"Dragons? There are no living dragons in the underworld, but there are plenty of bone dragons, corpse dragons, and ghost dragons."

An old man next to me coughed.

"Those dragons don't have children."

A low chuckle rippled through the crowd.

"Stop talking nonsense." The old man tapped the ground with his wooden cane.

"Have you seen it? Who has? It fell into the River Styx more than ten years ago, with horns on its forehead and scales on its body."

No one answered.

Some people shook their heads, some shrugged, and some looked down at their feet.

The underworld is so vast; finding someone who has fallen into the River Styx is simply a pipe dream.

At that moment, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face stepped out from behind the crowd.

He wore a gray-green short robe, and the elemental power of darkness and ice flowed around him.

His face was thin, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and small eyes that darted around.

He squeezed to the front of the crowd, looked at the ball of light and shadow, and then glanced at Lynn, who was dressed in a luxurious wizard's robe.

His lips twitched, and he smiled.

"Sir, I've seen him before." His voice was high-pitched and thin, like the squeaking of a mouse.

Lynn's eyes flickered. "Where have I seen you before?"

"The River Styx is near the edge of the Northern Region, where there is a rocky beach. The water is shallow enough to see the stones at the bottom." The man gestured with his finger in the air.

"More than ten years ago, I was ferrying people there when I saw a baby floating down from upstream. He had a horn on his forehead and scales on his body, just like yours."

The man spoke with great conviction, as if it were the truth.

But when the old man heard that he had seen it more than ten years ago while ferrying people across the river, he realized that the man was talking nonsense.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw the fierce glint hidden in the man's eyes and ultimately remained silent.

Lynn's mental power had long since covered the entire settlement.

He could sense everyone's heartbeat, everyone's breath, everyone's changes in expression, and even everyone's soul.

Although the man had excellent control over his body, his soul was fluctuating abnormally.

He's lying!

He had never met Lin Chen; he just wanted to scam a bounty!

What a big dog!