i have a dead world

Chapter 17 Call from Another World
[Dear manager, you have received a summoning request from another world, do you respond to the request? 】

An Baichen was overjoyed when he saw this notification, and quickly confirmed: "Respond to the request!"

Originally, An Baichen was stuck in the advanced task and didn't know how to actively sense the request to summon the undead from another world, but this new notice changed An Baichen's predicament.

[Discovered a level 1 different world "Esk Continent", the summoning request is being linked. 】

"I don't have the special world building [Undead Altar] yet, but why can I sense the summoning request from another world?" An Baichen was very puzzled. After thinking for a while, he simply ignored it. A good friend said: "I have to go back beforehand."

After speaking, An Baichen hurriedly left the KTV and took a taxi back to the school dormitory.

At the same time, in another plane far away, Esk Continent, the territory of Baron Edra.

Empty wilderness, dry and cracked land, this is a poor place where the wind of Gobi is blowing all year round, no noble will be willing to stay here for a while.

This is the territory of Baron Edra, a dilapidated small village with a population of several hundred.

Small houses built of mud and trees rose one after another, surrounded by a fence, which was the only defensive force in the village.

In the middle of the village square, in a wheat-yellow field, a group of ragged peasants knelt on the ground.

A man about 30 years old was wearing a blue robe. He was kneeling at the very front, facing east, and muttering to himself.

"Great ancestor, please grant me the last strength, let me save my people, save the glory of the Edra family"

On the ground in front of him was a small black box, which was a secret weapon passed down from generation to generation by the Edra family.

When Baron Edra's father passed on the territory to him, he once enjoined: "If one day, the territory of the Edra family is threatened, then this is our last hope, it can save everyone. Son, you Remember, you must keep it safe, and don't use it until the last moment."

In his father's generation, the Edra territory was already very poor and backward, with serious population loss and extreme shortage of supplies.

But his father still didn't use the small black box. He insisted that he couldn't easily use the treasures left by his ancestors. Now Baron Edra couldn't hold it anymore.

If it was just poverty and backwardness, he would have the confidence to lead his people to struggle for a better new life, but now Edra is leading a disaster!

A group of Gobi bandits assembled and rushed into Edra's territory three days ago to wantonly plunder people and supplies. They ordered the baron to collect a hundred gold coins within three days.

If they couldn't, they would kill all the men in the village and take the young women.

My God, this is impossible. Even if you sell the baron himself, you won't earn a hundred gold coins.

In the poor Edra territory, with a population of hundreds, all the wealth is only worth a few thousand copper pens. They are jingling poor.

These gangsters are simply looking for an excuse to kill people!
Thinking of this, Baron Edra couldn't help but burst into tears.

Now the only thing that can save the Edra family and the territory is the treasures left by the ancestors. If you can't even do it, then there will be no Edra family and the Edra territory in the future.

The baron prayed with his hands on his chest and muttered to himself: "Ancestors, save the Edra family."

After chanting the spell, Baron Edra took out his only dagger, pricked his finger, dripped the donated blood on the small black box, and waited patiently.

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

An old farmer knelt behind the baron and asked in a low voice. He looked at the small black box in front of the baron with puzzled eyes.

How did the well-loved and sensible Lord Baron play the tricks of the wizards?
He was praying and chanting over an inexplicable object.

Does this work?
To be honest, Baron Edra himself didn't even know if the small black box left by his ancestors was useful. This was already his last hope.

Baron Edra's eyes fell on the small black box, and he said bitterly: "Wait and see, if this thing is useless, we will gather the men and fight against the enemies!"

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

An Baichen kept looking at his phone nervously, until he returned to the dormitory, [Undead World] kept showing the status of being connected to another world.

"Esk Continent, what kind of place is this?"

"Who is asking the god of death, wanting to summon the undead?"

"What kind of sacrifice will that person give me?"

Countless doubts and curiosity filled An Baichen's mind. This was his first time responding to the summoning ceremony, so he was somewhat nervous.

A man's first time is also very precious.

In the tense waiting, [Undead World] finally gave a new notification message.

[The link to "Esk Continent" was successful, and the summoning ceremony was successfully connected. 】

As this notification message popped up, a phone call suddenly came.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Who is so annoying, call me at this time?"

An Baichen was furious and looked at the phone carefully.

The contact name of the incoming call shows "Esque Continental".

A call from another world!

"This"

An Baichen held the phone and was stunned for a long time before he could react. Are people in different worlds so awesome now?The telephone was invented!

Shouldn't the summoning of the undead be done with blood, offering sacrifices, or killing a few livestock?

Why call the Grim Reaper and then summon the undead!
Do they have a signal there?

It is impossible to hang up, but the phone is connected, what should I say?

The development of the matter was somewhat beyond An Baichen's expectation.

An Baichen hesitated for a long time, and then hesitantly connected the phone.

"Hello? Hello." An Baichen tentatively said to the other end of the phone.

Edra didn't know how long he had been kneeling, he felt that his knees were already very sore.

Just when Edra was about to give up, the small black box in front of him suddenly lit up, and the blood that stayed on it began to gather together automatically, twisting like an earthworm, and soon formed a mysterious small magic circle pattern.

"Change!"

Baron Edra's nervous heart was about to jump into his throat, and he was staring at the small black box.

The blood-red magic circle shone with a strange light, and there was a strange ringing sound from it, which Baron Edra had never heard before.After a strange ringing, a sound came from the small black box.

"Hello."

It was the voice of a young man, searching and cautious.

Heck.

Why is there a sudden sound in this box?
Is it really a magical wizard method?
Inside the box, is there a wizard?

Countless confusions filled Baron Edra's mind. He was a little dazed, but the aristocratic education he had received since he was a child made him react quickly: "Ah! My lord, the No. 30 second-generation lord of the Edra family , best regards to you!"

An Baichen listened to the voice from the other end of the phone, thinking silently in his heart.

In addition to this man's voice, there were other noisy voices of admiration and surprise. It could be heard that there were many people around him, but An Baichen couldn't understand what these people said.

It is preliminarily speculated that only the summoner who has established contact with the god of death can communicate without barriers.

"quiet!"

Baron Edra turned his head angrily. He rarely scolded his people, but in order not to bore the great wizard, he had to show his attitude.

The farmers shut up one after another, their foreheads touched the ground, and they knelt on the ground obediently, worshiping the small black box.

Baron Edra was a little nervous, and said to the small black box in a low and nervous voice: "Dear wizard, please forgive the offense of the people in my territory."

"Wait, what did you call me just now?" The young man's voice came from the small black box, with a hint of weirdness and helplessness.

"I call you, respected, great and powerful wizard! Please forgive my ignorance, you are the most mysterious existence I have ever seen."

Baron Edra's tone was sincere. For the sake of the territory, he chose to use the shortest and most gorgeous words to praise the lord in the box.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood, I'm not a wizard."

"Then who are you?"

"I am Death."

(End of this chapter)