The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 574: Death Clan and Fly Catcher
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Matthew was startled at first, but he quickly reacted:

"Are you from the Death Clan?"

Pierre nodded, with a look of deep helplessness on his face.

Matthew understood.

The Death Clan is a very special group in the underworld.

They have bodies similar to those of living people. Although their bodies are filled with a large amount of negative energy, their physiques are not clumsy and bloated like zombies and abominations. This is because they have the direct bloodline of the god of death, Jaeger.

That's right.

The original Death Clan was a special clan of the underworld created by Jaeger.

Members of the Death Clan must worship Jaeger devoutly and call him father. Only in this way can they continuously obtain the power from Jaeger to maintain their existence in the underworld.

Otherwise, with the characteristics of the Death Clan that are closer to the physical body in the material world, they can easily be transformed into low-level undead such as zombies by the negative energy and eclipse energy of the underworld.

"I heard that after the death of the God of Death Jaeger, most of the Death Gods moved out of the underworld."

"Very few of them went to the Manya Peninsula in the material world, and most of them went to the astral world."

Matthew asked thoughtfully:
"Your tribe of the Death God was taken over by the Death Bell Snake?"

Pierre said respectfully:
"You guessed right."

"My tribe of the Death God originally planned to leave the underworld, but before leaving, they were forcibly taken back to the territory of the Death Bell Snake - the Snake Mountain Demon Realm."

"In order to survive, we had no choice but to transfer part of our faith from the god of death to Felicity."

"She told us to call her mother and serve her like the god of death."

"In return, she can also give us a blessing similar to that of the God of Death. This blessing not only allows us to have a much longer lifespan than creatures in the material world, but also allows us to freely travel through the underworld in both the physical and spiritual forms."

"But Felicity's blessing is much weaker than that of the real God of Death."

"In most cases, it only works in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm. Once we leave the Demon Realm, it will become intermittent. So when we leave the Demon Realm, we must travel light in the form of souls."

"So, not only is my mark in the hands of the Death Knell Snake, my body is actually still in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm..."

Speaking of it.

The helplessness on Pierre's face became even more intense.

he told Matthew.

He and most of the tribe did not truly serve the Deathstroke Snake.

They just did it out of helplessness.

The Deathstroke Snake certainly understood this.

But she seemed to have an unusual enthusiasm for the old things and old subordinates left behind by the God of Death Jaeger.

It's probably the mentality of "whatever the god of death has had, I must have too."

Even if the members of the Death Clan pretended to obey but actually disobeyed.

She only tortured and punished them when she was angry, but she did not kill any member of the Death Clan.

Pierre thinks.

Than killing them.

Perhaps what Felicity wanted was to truly conquer them on a soul level.

"She knows we don't like her."

"She even knew we secretly hated her."

"But she doesn't care."

"She used us as tools to simulate the god of death. She oppressed us and enslaved us, just like the god of death did."

“We have no power to resist.”

"She stole the ashes of the god of death. Faced with that substance, we have no choice but to surrender."

"If possible, I really hope someone can kill the Deathstroke Snake."

"real……"

"Only then can my tribe and I regain our freedom..."

Pierre said a lot in one breath.

I can tell.

He had suppressed these emotions for a long time.

I guess they usually don't dare to show it.

"Is this the fundamental reason why those ghost riders want to target you?"

"In their eyes, you are a member of the Death God Clan with a higher status. You have a body that the undead in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm envy. You are also a member of Felicity's family, so theoretically you are closer to her..."

Matthew said thoughtfully.

Pierre smiled bitterly:

"Maybe that's why he's always looking for opportunities to beat me up. He knows how much I hate Felicity, and he also knows about her special protection for us."

"For ordinary Snake Mountain Undead, we are indeed their dream existence, but..."

“Everyone thinks differently.”

Matthew nodded.

In the peripheral vision.

A bright white light appeared on the left.

Lulu jumped up and down in the white light:

"Matthew Matthew!"

"He's telling the truth!"

Matthew was amused.

There was no need for a lie detector test; with his extraordinary mental strength, he could determine that Pierre was not lying.

But there are definitely some reservations.

Matthew thought for a few seconds and suddenly asked:
"So what was the item that the ghost leader asked you to take out just now?"

Pierre's face tightened.

After a while.

He sighed and said:
"It's the Fly Catcher..."

Pierre had not yet finished his words.

Lulu screamed in surprise:

"Wow!"

"This guy actually has a notorious fly catcher, he's a big bad guy!"

Pierre quickly raised his hands:
"I don't!"

"I'm not!"

"In fact, I have secretly destroyed the fly catcher. Otherwise, when he forced me, I would not have chosen to risk everything and abandon you..."

Lulu puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Still seems to be very unhappy with Pierre.

Matthew lowered his head to learn more, and realized that this so-called "fly catcher" was a catching tool specially made for tiny creatures.

Especially against goblins.

in history.

Many races, including humans, have had an indescribable fascination with fairies, tiny, beautiful, dangerous, and attractive creatures.

Among them was the Age of the Troll Empire.

The top officials of the empire are even proud to have fairy pets and fairy statues at home.

But the trolls are huge in size, especially compared to the tiny size of the goblins, so it is a little difficult to capture them with bare hands.

So the giant magicians invented the infamous magic prop, the fly catcher.

The original fly catchers were designed only for the size of goblins.

But in the craze of catching fairies that has lasted for generations.

Alchemists or mages of different races are constantly improving the manufacturing process of fly catchers.

To the Age of Enlightenment.

The fly catcher has almost become the nemesis of the goblins.

All of the goblin's spells will be ineffective against high-level fly catchers.

That period was also the darkest time for the goblins.

Most of them can only hide in the core area of ​​the Arcane Wilds, and dare not even go to some demiplanes or secondary planes.

Until later.

After the Scourge Wizard came out of nowhere, Tianlun Palace was exiled, and the gods who were most keen on enslaving fairies lost their power in the mortal world.

at the same time.

Under the leadership of influential arcane wilderness forces such as the Feast Faction Inn.

The fairies cooperate with the Alliance of the Seven Saints.

In one fell swoop, he destroyed all the fly catchers that could be found on the market in Aindo at that time!
It is also clearly stipulated that Alliance mages are not allowed to capture fairies at will.

After that, the ecology of the fairies improved, and they began to return to the stage of the material world one after another.

This is also an important reason why forces such as Xiangpai Hostel have maintained good relations with the Alliance.

"As far as I know, the production method and drawings of the fly catcher have been destroyed. Even if they exist, they are at most kept in the secret files of the Seven Saints Alliance. Where did the Sheshan Demon Realm get the drawings to make these things?"

Matthew instantly thought of the key point.

Pierre sighed: "In addition to Stuluk Industries, Deathstroke Snake also maintains close cooperative relations with many forces."

"Part of it comes from the origins of fly catchers..."

Matthew rolled his eyes:
"Troll Kingdom?"

"Ironclad City?"

Pierre just nodded and didn't dare to continue.

Matthew couldn't help but touch his chin.

This Death Knell Snake has some abilities, and the partners he colludes with are not good people.

There is no need to say much about Stuluk Industries.

The Troll Kingdom is also a new force that has emerged in Eindor in the past six months.

It's a pity that Matthew went eastward every time he went to the north and didn't get close to Mount Helen. Otherwise, he would really like to see how similar the re-emerging Troll Kingdom is to the empire with its glorious history!
"The Troll Kingdom has started remaking fly catchers. I'm afraid it's not just to catch a few lone goblins, right?"

Matthew stared at Pierre intently:
"Felicity asked you to hold the fly catcher. Did she want you to catch some goblins along the way?"

Pierre admitted again.

Then he pointed anxiously behind him at the few white paper boats slowly flowing down from the upper reaches of the River Styx.

Among them, there are several little goblins!

Lulu gritted her teeth in anger.

She wanted to rush back to the River Styx and bring up the souls of those fairies right there and then.

Fortunately, Matthew stopped it in time.

"Feel sorry……"

"After catching the three goblins, I secretly destroyed the fly catcher. I have done my best..."

Pierre's eyes were filled with shame.

Matthew could feel the other party's sincerity and helplessness.

So he patted the other person's shoulder, his tone still serious:

"These soldiers from the underworld have captured so many souls that shouldn't have died. I can't let them go."

"Including the souls on the Styx, I can't let them go to the Snake Mountain Demon Realm."

While talking.

He threw the lost lantern back onto the shore.

Matthew chanted a few spells.

The lantern suddenly became huge.

It stands on the shore like a lighthouse guiding the direction.

Under the guidance of light.

Most of the ghosts suddenly came to life.

They looked in the direction of the lighthouse in a daze, and the white paper boat under them drifted to the shore.

Afterwards, the souls came ashore one after another.

Matthew led them all the way to the hillside.

it's here.

He skillfully erected one tombstone after another.

These tombstones can serve to nourish and protect the soul.

Matthew used the lost lantern to guide these souls, which originally belonged to the living, into the tombstones.

Then they were temporarily sealed here.

"That's it for now."

He said to Pierre:

"You stay here and protect the safety of these souls. I will arrange your destination after I come back."

"I can give these souls a place to rest."

"And you..."

"You can decide where to go. To make it easier for you to fool the Deathstroke Snake, just say that the person who robbed you is called Matthew."

Pierre nodded with complicated eyes:

"I have heard of your name. I heard that you are a close friend of Viscount Fan. It makes sense for you to intercept these souls."

Matthew gave a few more instructions.

Then prepare to leave.

But at this moment, Pierre suddenly shouted:
"Mr. Matthew, when you said you wanted to give these innocent souls a place to rest, you were referring to Ravenloft, right?"

Matthew asked rhetorically:
"What do you want to say?"

Pierre gritted his teeth:
"From what I know, the souls sent to Ravenloft will probably only become cannon fodder. Their situation may be better than that of Snake Mountain, but it is definitely not much different..."

"Perhaps Viscount Fan is your good friend, and his reputation in the underworld is much better than that of the Deathstroke Snake, but... the facts are the facts."

"Innocent souls of the lower class will only become victims in this great war in the underworld, no matter which side they choose."

Matthew nodded slightly:

"thanks for your reminder."

"But I didn't actually intend to give them to Viscount Fan. I did have an agreement with Viscount Fan, but it was about the souls of the dead, not the souls of the living. You can rest assured."

Pierre heaved a sigh of relief:

"Thank you."

Matthew nodded.

Then turned and left.

along the way.

Lulu whispered in his ear:
"Are you so confident that you can just let him stay here?"

"And the souls in the tombstones are the souls of the living. With the support of the tombstones, their thinking will become much clearer, and they will have their own ideas..."

"Aren't you afraid that they might sneak away?"

Matthew gave her a strange look:
"If they sneak away, it's their loss, not mine."

Lulu was surprised:
"But aren't you a necromancer?"

"A living soul should be worth a fortune to you, right?"

"The grass spirits often say that when a necromancer sees a soul, it's like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road seeing a bone... Ugh, sorry, I'm not targeting you, Matthew."

Matthew was even more surprised:

"Is this the first day you met me?"

He looked at Lulu.

The latter looked innocent.

half an hour.

She suddenly laughed out loud:

"Who told you to scare me just now?"

Matthew finally reacted.

This little girl was pretending to hurt herself unintentionally, just to avenge herself for deliberately asking her to fight against the soldiers of the underworld!
"The nature of fairies is indeed naughty!"

"Even someone as shy as Lulu is no exception. Once they get familiar with each other, they start to act!"

Matthew chased Lulu all the way and beat her up.

The two of them came to the top of the hill, laughing and joking.

there.

Together they lifted a heavy curtain.

Fly into the space behind the curtain.

Just for a moment.

Suddenly, the sounds of a bustling market rang in their ears!
Followed by.

Scenes like scenes in oil paintings come into view——

Neat and clean wooden houses stand on both sides of the road.

A giant goblin was rushing madly along the roadside, pushing a cart of apples that were twice as tall as him.

The flute player, with seven-colored silk tied around his body, played the flute as he walked.

Behind him were hundreds of colorful snakes and even more goblins!

From time to time, portals appeared in the square not far away.

Travelers, merchants, mages, and wanderers dressed in all kinds of clothes came out of the portal and quickly blended into the atmosphere of the town.

It seemed that many people were coming from other places.

Matthew stepped on the solid floor.

next second.

A voice like this rang in his ears:

"The Foodie Hostel is giving out free food at the Cathedral!"

"Everyone, hurry up!"

"It's too late, there will be no more!"

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(End of this chapter)