"Of course. I know a good place. It's the burial ground of a powerful Zerg race from ancient times. But after the planes changed, that race declined. Their burial ground is still there, though, and there may be a group of Insect Kings still sleeping inside.
"Over the years, plenty of people have coveted this burial ground, but few have actually managed to gain anything from it.
"Think carefully before you go. There'll definitely be danger, so don't come crying that I didn't warn you if things go badly."
"Big Brother, what level are these Insect Kings you mentioned?" The players discussed it among themselves, then one of them stepped forward to ask.
He was the strongest among the players they'd picked out. He was already Level 7, and he had an Undead Servant that looked like a longhorn beetle following him around.
Shuang Jin Dao could tell that this player was serious about pursuing the Insect Shell Undead path. He'd even developed a combat style of his own.
Given enough time and Zerg corpses, he was sure to achieve great things.
Knowing this, Shuang Jin Dao had no intention of stopping them. Instead, he began explaining what an Insect King was.
Insect Kings weren't Zerg that had simply risen to a high level. They were Zerg capable of leading an entire species. They might only be Level 5 or below Level 10, but they possessed intelligence of their own.
When they grew old, their kin would use a special method to seal them away, leaving them to sleep forever.
Once sealed, they regained their strength at its peak. Only then were they called Insect Kings.
This Zerg race had been fairly ordinary in terms of strength, but it had at least ten Insect Kings.
Those Insect Kings were the