A civil war between the "Kodama Super Cute Mercenary Group" ended in five minutes. There were four more "Elite Transformed Undead" in my undead army...
Don't get me wrong, I didn't kill them, and there's no need to kill them.
I just told them that I was carrying out a mission specially assigned by the Kodama spirit and collecting intelligence as a necromancer... and these guys believed it!
Yes, they believed it immediately, without hesitation, and then immediately blackmailed me and said, "There must be a lot of justice points. As a great and upright paladin, I must not keep it for myself. Everyone will share the blessing, let's work together."
Let's do the mission." Then I said a few words casually, and they took the initiative to join the team of messing around with points.
"This carrion is so disgusting."
With pieces of pink flesh stuck all over his body, coupled with my deliberately prepared makeup skills, the barbarian Agen has now turned into an abominable corpse monster with a foul odor all over his body.
A rotten backbone, full of foul-smelling carrion, and a poor man's fat lower body without pants, his intestines were dragged out, his chin was attached wrongly, and his mouth was still dripping with blood as he walked. It was a perfect evil.
ah!
"Actually, according to my professional characteristics, I should disguise myself as an elegant vampire! Under the cover of night, walking between rooftops and shadows, using daggers to harvest the lives of assassins from the rival Thieves Guild."
"Elegance? And why is the plot of the rooftop battle so familiar? Are you talking about the legendary novel "Assassin"?"
"Well, I chose to become a thief after reading that book!"
From then on, I couldn't help but nod, and I felt more and more cheating. I was hesitating whether to tell him. That novel was also the product of my mixed manuscript fees. There were many logical errors in YY and Long Aotian all the way, but because
It's very cool, but it's inexplicably popular. If you really follow the lifestyle of the protagonist in the novel and become a handsome thief, dying a hundred times in a year would be considered a small number.
But looking at this honest smiling face, while sighing that this guy has not died yet, I think it’s better not to ruin other people’s views. Well, I definitely don’t think that if the other person becomes angry because of this, it will be very troublesome.
of.
"Is your dream to be a flying thief?"
Considering the size and weight of this guy, I feel that if he really jumps on the roof like the protagonist of the novel, the thing to consider is not the concealment, but the strength of the house... When I was doing something pleasant in the middle of the night, suddenly,
A huge thing penetrated the ceiling of my house, fell from the sky, and was deafening... Well, I definitely haven't tried it, and it's not stuck on the ceiling!
When I thought about this big guy being caught between the floor and the ceiling, I suddenly felt very interesting! Maybe I can let him try it next time, preferably with a red cotton-padded jacket and a big beard. When he is found, he can still "haha"
Haha, I'm Santa Claus, and only good children can receive my gifts. What? It's summer now? Sorry, I went wrong, that damn goblin compass is too unreliable, and neither does that stupid unicorn.
You know to remind me! I actually flew to the wrong hemisphere!"
Ahem, I seem to have been distracted again. Let’s get back to the topic. This is my exclusive collection of the complete gift pack of evil appearance. It is just suitable for powerful warriors. It is both stylish and practical. The strong rotten flesh and protruding eyeballs can also increase the influence on women.
The charm of the demon is worth it.
"...Roland, let's talk in private later. I think you have some misunderstandings about banshees."
Well, it seems that I accidentally said something bad in front of the person involved. Thinking of the former Banshee King, I became more and more skillful in meowing, licking and meowing three times... I mean the one-pounce, two-bite and three-tail sweep commonly used by cats.
, I have to seriously consider how to explain it.
Cough, it seems that I got distracted again, let’s get back to the topic.
Under the guise of my undead themed skin gift pack, the Wood Spirit Super Cute Team was, well, the one that was just established, referred to as the Wood (Mother) Love Team. Today’s team members no longer look like living people at all.
The already mentioned Agan put on the coat of abomination, while Priest Betty put on a cloak to summon the shadows, disguised as a shadow priest worshiping the god of death, and the handsome elf bard disguised himself as an equally handsome vampire, and painted it with a little blood color.
Disguised, brave and strong dwarf aunt... she is still a domineering dwarf aunt!
This really can’t be blamed on my lack of makeup skills. I really can’t think of a way to make a bucket-shaped person weighing hundreds of kilograms but only less than 1.4 meters tall disguise himself as an undead with only rotten flesh and skeletons.
If it is also disguised as hatred, then only a necromancer with abnormal brains would create such a miniature corpse monster.
"Vampire? With a vampire of this size, I'm afraid the real vampire will cry to me."
Of course, in the end I found a way to put a strange-looking shell on her and disguise her as an overweight ghoul. Although she still has the short and thick body shape unique to dwarves, if other necromancers see it, they will only
I think it was converted by dwarves and something went wrong during the conversion.
Of course, the premise... is that the aunt is willing to put down her wine barrel! That ghoul would carry such a big wine barrel on his back! He would also secretly scoop up two glasses of wine from time to time to satisfy his cravings.
But I know it is impossible to persuade them to give up this "baggage". Isn't there a proverb: "It is as impossible to make dwarves put down their wine glasses as it is to make elves give up their art and pride."
"What a pity. These 'skin gift packs' of mine are all masterpieces, and they are free products of conscience. These guys are so ignorant. Huh, sooner or later, we will find a bad businessman who will catch the novices and cheat them."
.They just put on a hat and eyes and add some random gifts and sell them as new skin gift packs. That’s my conscience.”
"Don't worry about everything. It's good to have a duty to help. Don't worry about it so much."
Well, although this group of scammers doesn't seem to have very strong individual combat power, at least it doesn't require me to distract and control it, and it can still be used as additional combat power. Of course, for some reasons, I also distanced myself from them a little bit.
A little distance.
"A traitor? The undead can also plant a traitor among the living!?"
When I brought up the information I just received, everyone's surprise was not fake. In the minds of ordinary people and even most adventurers, the undead are a group of beasts that cannot communicate. They will actively attack everything in front of them. Such existences,
How could he plant spies among the living? Perhaps, it should be said that even if he becomes a traitor for these bloodthirsty undead, what can he gain?
Of course, this view also shows that most of the people in this adventure group are really just rookies. The Siro Empire has many spies deployed in the human kingdom. For the nobles who control power and wealth, the biggest enemy is death.
, and asking them to extend their lives through advanced cultivation is simply equivalent to killing them, and the undead transformation ritual is probably the easiest way to achieve "immortality"
Even if you are not satisfied with the ugly undead body, there are also elegant vampires as alternatives. And if you still want to walk in the sun, absorb the life force of others, perform blood sacrifices and other bottomless evil rituals, you can also meet the requirements of those guys.
Not just those decadent nobles, senior adventurers who once thought they were disabled and lost their future, elderly people who have been stuck in a certain level for more than ten years, or magic geniuses who are born with darkness and undead. It is possible.
Earn a lot from the undead.
This is not only the case in the Siro Empire, but also in the Eternal Night. Every day, living people take the initiative to surrender, including strong men who practice darkness, curses, etc., and some who are just "black villains? That sounds cool."
The second idiot, if it is the former, I will happily incorporate it into the cannon
If the cannon fodder camp can prove their ability by surviving, they will also achieve their wishes in the form of equal exchange. If the latter is the case, they will also be incorporated into the cannon fodder camp, but they will undergo undead conversion beforehand... Non-mainstream means conversion.
Being a ghoul is also unconventional, at least it can disgust your opponents.
Faced with the astonishment of these boys, I hesitated for a moment, organized my words, and then said.
"What can you get? I'm afraid it's much more than you think, such as strength and endless lifespan. As long as you are willing to pay a small price, it will be much faster than practicing step by step. After all, in many cases, if you are reckless, the evil path will be far faster than the consequences.
The right path comes quickly."
Looking at the thoughtful people in front of me, I didn't say much. Reality is always cruel. Rather than blindly believing that other adventurers are my companions, it is better to save this "tuition" and make the necessary decisions in advance.
Be prepared.
Soon, I got the message I expected from the new servant Skeleton Mage Kulu.
"A little man wearing a cloak, carrying a dark green snake-shaped dagger, with a dark aura on his body? His left foot is a bit lame, and it seems to be injured?"
I turned my questioning gaze to my "teammates". After all, they should be more familiar with the adventurers here than I am when I first arrived.
Then some people looked at the sky, some checked their weapons, but no one responded. It was obvious that these guys were unreliable, or they were not interested in other adventurers at all, and they did not collect information about other adventurers.
He shook his head helplessly and took the letter handed over by Kulu. In a sense, this was true and ironic. The spies planted by the dead among the living mistakenly handed over important information.
For the living to plant spies among the dead.
The yellow envelope is very light, and the seemingly ordinary letter is sealed with red beeswax. It seems that it can be opened by tearing it apart, but judging from the faint magic fluctuations in it, there is a common little trick in it.
, if the recipient does not know the normal way to open a letter and opens it casually, the letter will self-destruct, and the person who set up this little trap will also know about it.
But to me, little things like this mean nothing.
With a gentle click, a little ice cube sealed the seal, bringing the absolute zero-degree ice of eternal sleep, and putting the mechanism into eternal sleep.
I tore open the envelope and found a boring digital ledger on the letter paper. It seemed to be a common digital password. It just had to be interpreted according to various code books. Although it took a while to figure out how to interpret it, I had vaguely learned how to interpret it.
,but……
"I remember you never failed in code interpretation and basic mathematics."
Yes, even in the Cloud Tower back then, there was no way to escape the irritating construction of numbers, engineering, elemental magic, and spell models.
But... what is basic mathematics! Your basic mathematics actually includes calculus and solid geometry. Don’t you know that in my previous life, I chose to major in law just to avoid learning those annoying advanced mathematics!
"...As a liberal arts student, mathematics is so annoying, and it's even more annoying that there are advanced mathematics in another world!"
However, as a bad student who has been on the verge of passing or failing in various subjects for a long time, I have actually achieved many similar dreams.
"Teacher Heloise, it's all up to you! I can only count on you."
"...You will think of me at this time."
Yes, although I failed in basic subjects, I carry my grandpa...grandma (while Maopu is protesting)...teacher with me!
"...the wood spirits plan to expand...the domain of the Forest of Dreams. It is expected...that the plan will be launched on the second Sunday of May, which is the third day after the letter is sent..."
Heloise's translation is becoming more and more proficient, and she has obviously figured out the pattern of the code, but the more I listen to it, the more chilled I feel. The other party knows that the confidentiality is very high, and it is obvious that the traitor has at least infiltrated the upper echelons of the adventurers.
But it is precisely because of this grim reality that I have a vague idea, and perhaps, I can use it to my advantage! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
ps: What’s even more tragic than Cavan is that the internet was probably disconnected at the same time as Cavan, but now it’s finally restored...
