Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 215 The Nature of Withering

When daylight was about to break, Heine finally saw Huiyu's figure.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had planned to go along.

But on the surface, Teacher Xia politely said, "Your stealth needs to be tempered," but secretly he exclaimed, "Damn, he's crazy, Brother Yang, come and persuade him."

He had no choice but to rationally give up the idea.

Then came the waiting, and the experience from the Zanro Plateau.

First there was a steady stream of small amounts of experience, and then there was a big pile.

Fortunately, after experiencing the baptism of the Blight Scar last time, his experience tank is enough to accommodate these.

A sixth-level ancestor is still a bit inferior compared to Hades Rhaegar Southgate.

It's just that he was curious. Didn't he agree to sneak in and behead him?

Could it be that they failed to infiltrate and instead attacked the enemy?

Soon, Huiyu landed in the yard of Kitile Manor, where they had also set out before.

As soon as the giant eagle landed, Zhu Sheep jumped down eagerly.

He was also carrying someone on his back.

Heine sensed a hint of death and quickly opened the Eyes of the Dead.

Sure enough, the death energy is squeezing into this body... no, it's a corpse.

This person is dead.

"He said his surname was Kitil and his name was Lloyd."

"What???"

Heine was shocked. How could he go to the Zanluo Plateau and bring back a Kitile?

And he's still a dead man?

Wait, why have I heard this name before...

Lloyd...

He suddenly remembered that on the family tree that Dylan dug up the day Barry returned to the manor, the name immediately following Barry was this.

This is Barry's eldest son! ?

"Send it to the floating city, we will talk about this later."

He said with a solemn expression: "Are you all okay? The infiltration doesn't seem to be going well?"

Capture the Sheep: "It's okay, the infiltration went smoothly, no one noticed us."

"That's good," Heine nodded: "Where is this person? Did you save him while he was in trouble?"

"Someone will tell you this"

Zhu Yang carried Lloyd's body towards the floating city.

Teacher Xia: "I'll do it, I'll do it! It's time to show my vocabulary to the brothers! Come on!"

As soon as the words "Listen to me, this is what happened" floated out of his head, Heine directly connected to him with his psychic technique.

“Communication is faster this way,” Heine said.

Teacher Xia: "Damn..."

...

"...He said he was Lloyd, and my skeleton saved him, and then took him on the back of a bird. Then when he entered the McCalla Mountains, his consciousness was blurred, and then his soul disappeared strangely and his body died. , only this bottle is left.”

Heine placed the glass bottle containing the brown leather fragments on the table.

The moment he took possession of this thing, he realized that it was also a wooden teardrop.

And the quality was no worse than what Quelkus left him.

But there was something strange inside, and he didn't dare to touch it.

After listening to the story, Dylan had a strange look on his face.

"I didn't expect you to save another Kitty Le..."

"I have a feeling there will be more Kitilers in the future."

Heine made a joke: "Your seniority may become lower and lower."

Dylan seemed to snort with disdain, but the depression in his eyes still slightly revealed his inner feelings.

This is so arrogant.

Heine smiled and then asked about the business: "So is this corpse normal? Is it possible that he faked his death? Or is he hiding his soul somewhere?"

Dylan carefully studied the little old man in front of him, who looked very similar to Barry, frowned and shook his head.

"This corpse is very strange..."

"What's weird?"

"You may not understand even if I tell you."

Heine: "?What do you mean?"

Dylan looked at him expressionlessly: "Have you finished reading the "Introduction to Soulology" I gave you?"

Heine: "Can you just pretend I didn't ask?"

"Humph."

Dylan sneered, then walked to the laboratory on the other side and knocked a few times.

A few minutes later, a wood elf with a real bird's nest on his head came out.

Both of them were stunned.

Heine: "The top of your head..."

Linumu: "The messenger bird I raised is about to lay eggs recently. There are no trees suitable for her to nest here. My hair is the most suitable material."

Heine: "Then how do you sleep at night?"

The wood elf showed him how the hair stretched, then held the bird's nest flat in his hand.

Okay, that's really convenient.

The three of them came to the corpse. While the wood elf was observing, Dylan briefly recounted what happened to Lloyd.

A few minutes later, Linumu also frowned.

He looked at Dylan: "Do you mean to let me solve this matter?"

Dylan nodded and asked, "Does it look like it?"

"It's really similar. Do you need me to plant him too?"

Dylan: "...people and trees should be different."

Linumu: "The methods should be similar, right?"

"Forget it, just talk to him."

Dylan left the two of them behind and hurried away.

It looked like he was going to tell the old man about this.

The conversation between the two left Heine confused.

Why can’t I even understand what people are saying now?

Fortunately, Linumu started explaining quickly.

“You should know that even a necromancer cannot violate the cycle of life and death.

"After death, the soul must go to other worlds. Summoning the dead souls is essentially renting from the underworld, rather than actually robbing the soul."

Heine nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.

"As for the gentleman in front of you, although he is indeed dead, he is different from a regular corpse. That is, his soul has not left as we know." "So he is hiding?"

"I do not know."

Linumu shook his head:

"Whether a soul is hiding has nothing to do with life or death. I am just sure that he has 'died'.

“It’s not that we define the phenomenon of ‘the soul going to the shadow realm or the underworld’ as death, but ‘after death, the soul will definitely go to other realms’.

“In other words, this gentleman violated this law after his death.

"This is what makes him different from other 'dead people'. As for where the soul is, I don't know.

"Mr. Dylan was able to discover this because he has handled a large number of normal corpses and can keenly distinguish the differences.

"And I can find out because I have come into contact with a large number of withered plant remains. It should be said that this gentleman's body is similar to the withered plant remains. He is more like a 'withered man'."

Heine: "A withered person? A parasite?"

"No, I'm talking about blight in a broad sense."

Heine was stunned for a moment, then said with some surprise: "Have you completed this research?"

After telling the other party about Quelkus, he stopped paying attention to it.

"Yes."

Linumu nodded, with no sign of happiness on his face.

"I already have a clear research direction, but I haven't had time to tell you the good news yet. Thanks to you telling me Quelkus's experience and communicating with the two necromancers, I was able to discover this."

After a pause, he added: "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that you were not a necromancer."

Heine was fine at first, but when he heard the four guys behind him laughing, he felt a little confused.

“So what is blight in a broad sense?”

Linumu: "For example, grass grows on the ground, rabbits eat grass, and humans hunt rabbits. After observing the behavior of natural life, we come to the conclusion that this is normal and instinctive behavior.

“That is to say, when an individual behaves normally, it can achieve self-sufficiency by interacting with an environment that is weaker than itself, and does not need to rob the life force of its own kind to sustain itself.

“But if there is a type of rabbit that cannot survive by eating grass and can only live by eating other rabbits that eat grass, or if a human can only survive by eating other rabbit hunters, we call it blight.

“This is true whether it is a withered beast or a withered plant.

"Take the wither beasts as an example. They kill and parasitize. The former is for direct plunder, while the parasitism is just to increase the number of the group and strengthen the power of expansion.

"They do not have this normal instinct, or ability, so they have a strong sense of expansion and often need to take action against similar species, which results in the spread of blight in a broad sense."

Heine couldn't help but wonder: "But wasn't the earliest blight born in the elves' fields?"

"Yes."

Linumu continued: "That's because plants cannot directly kill their own kind. However, when the first wheat plant that cannot absorb nutrients from the soil appears, it needs tree herders to plunder the nutrients of other plants to supply itself. This It is an indirect robbery.

"The source of this blight is pollution. This conclusion comes from Quelkus, and I found the specific process from its experience.

"That is the 'violation of the law' mentioned just now.

"You should still remember the soul mist of the Blight Mark, right?"

Heine nodded slightly.

That being said, he was connected.

The pot of soul soup in the Withering Mark is the destination of the souls of countless withering creatures.

They should have gone to the Shadow Realm, or been kidnapped by the underworld.

But in the end he stayed in the fog.

This mist can be seen as an unclean resurrection pool.

Linumu: "The result of violating the law is 'immortality', but the price is that you are born with a certain will.

"A normal individual has to carry out countless instructions in a lifetime, but for blight creatures, plundering is already their main mission in life before they die for the first time.

"When they came back from the dead, their 'resurrection' that violated the laws made them forget most of the past, but they vaguely retained this mission.

“Then the process repeats itself countless times.

The ''mission'' is continuously strengthened, while other things become hazy and chaotic, until its existence is for this mission itself, and it can already affect the fog in turn.

“At this time, the past source pollution has transformed into a certain kind of specific pollution.

"For example, Quelkus, the pollution he received from the Magic Network was negative emotions. In the end, the mist became a withered incubation pool. This is a specialization of pollution.

"This process can be thought of as a kind of 'contamination template' that applies to all similar things.

"This gentleman exhibited a similar condition to withering, so I called him the 'withered man.'"

Heine looked at Lloyd.

"In other words, the situation on the Zanluo Plateau has been specialized? And it is very similar to blight?"

"Yes. Judging from your narrative, he may have only experienced one 'resurrection' and was only slightly contaminated by specialization."

"But my skeleton said that he died suddenly when he was near the McCalla Mountains..."

Heine suddenly realized that maybe the connection between Lloyd and the "Resurrection Pool" was blocked here?

"It seems that you have also thought of it." Linumu: "This place is indeed different from the outside world. It should be said that only here is 'everything normal'.

"I brought some wilted flowers and plants here from Mourning Valley and after planting them in a confined patch of land for a while, they returned to normal."

Speaking of this, he expressed emotion:

"It turns out that I was absolutely right to stay here. All our past research only stayed on the surface, and lacked communication with the outside world. We don't know how to go deep into the soul level.

"Mr. Barry gave me a lot of inspiration. He said that in the past, communication between different professions was normal, especially tree shepherds and necromancers. They are both life researchers and have many common languages.

“This is indeed the case. Many of Mr. Dylan’s studies have inspired me, otherwise I would not have conducted such in-depth research on blight so quickly... Sorry, I’m a little excited.

"So, do you need me to help you plant this gentleman into the ground? I know which soil has the strongest vitality. This may help him return to a normal corpse..."

"That's not necessary."

Heine stopped him: "I understand what Dylan means. You go ahead and get busy. I know where to take him."

"Ok."

The wood elf looked regretful.

...

As soon as Heine stepped out of the floating city, he saw the old man standing in the yard, with Dylan right behind him.

He stepped forward and conveyed Linumu's views to the other party.

Because both of them participated in the birth of this theory, it doesn't take much effort to understand.

After listening, Barry thought thoughtfully:

"Are you going to that arena circle?" he asked.

Heine nodded: "If you don't agree, I can think of other ways."

After going to the Arena Array, he is a member of the profession hall. He doesn't know how to release this binding yet.

This is the only possible way to "find" Lloyd from this body.

And it might help him recover.

"I don't have a problem with it, he's dead anyway."

Barry said calmly, pointing to Dylan behind him.

"Take this guy with you."

Dylan looked reluctant.

(End of this chapter)