Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 277 The Third Tree
"She is indeed not Rosie."

After a long silence, Milton spoke.

"she--"

"Wait a minute, are you Lich Milton?" Heine interrupted.

He asked suspiciously: "How do I remember that when you first came here, Your Excellency was wearing black and white robes, not this gray robe?"

He had this suspicion just now.

Alpha said that the other person appeared out of thin air, and he felt the same way.

No matter how strong the level 6 boss is, it can't come out without any trace, right?
This is almost like administrator mode.

If he is really so stupid, why bother?

In addition, this Milton is too calm.

Milton spent a lot of time thinking about this problem.

This would have been annoying, but after knowing he was a tree, it made perfect sense.

Milton nodded: "Yes."

Quelkus! ?
Heine understood in an instant.

But then it gave birth to a stronger curiosity!
"So, you are part of the Mourning Tree? Are you Quelkus' brother?" he asked.

Wei Dianyuan nodded fiercely.

Although the previous one looked like a human being before he broke his skin, his emotions were written on his face after all.

In other words, after experiencing being taken away, returning to the forest, escaping for the second time, and taking root in the swamp, Quelkus began to "remember things" and took a group of little guys on a journey to escape from the Whispering Forest.

"I am him, but not quite."

Heine was amused in his heart and asked knowingly: "You... didn't understand?"

Heine fell into thought.

While Milton was explaining, Wei Dianyuan released a pocket question mark and a pointing symbol, floated politely in front of Heine, and gestured towards himself.

Heine ignored the old man and continued to ask:

Everyone present was shocked!

Milton continued to nod: "It's a quarter of hers."

How could he know?
Although he knew that Heine had made some achievements in the McCalla Mountains, after this contact, he found that he still knew too little.

Quelkus is a quarter of the root system of the Tree of Death, which was brought to the country of the Golden People by the Sighing Wind family.

Andre clicked his tongue in surprise.

"I understand, you continue." Heine signaled.

"I don't remember my birth, nor how I got here." He said slowly: "Memories should have left traces in my body as I grew up, but since I left my hometown and came to this strange, In the dark soil that is always shrouded in annihilation, many of my memories have been eroded by shadows. They are frantically trying to assimilate me, and in order to resist these things, I have almost forgotten the entire past."

So he opened a small stove for the two of them respectively.

But then he looked at Heine again, murmuring in his heart.

He has a complete memory of Quelkus here, but it is too large and he has not read it until today.

However, the similarity between the two is that after leaving the kingdom of elves and going to the kingdom of "holy light" or "shadow", they became fragmented.

"If you want to run away, you can do it now."

After a pause, he made a joke without expression.

There is no trace of "this tree" in front of me, so it can be said that it left later than Quelkus.

Milton slowly said: "The lich you mentioned was mentally invaded by the will of shadow in the battle just now, because his body contains two energies, holy light and shadow, and the balance between the two is broken. Shadow The will is trying to remove the Holy Light from 'his' body, and I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up for a while."

"But why are you Milton again? When did you come to the Northland, and why do you know Quelkus?"

However, according to his "Quantum Speed ​​Reading Method", the beginning of this part of the memory did not include the trip to the Luku Plains. It started from the "Rotheart Swamp".

Heine chuckled: "Ha..."

Andre: "Is it... the ancestral tree in Mourning Wood City?"

This is obviously due to the will in the local energy.

Milton twitched his lips: "If someone else asked me this question, I might not be able to explain it clearly, but it's different for you... You have the breath of my brothers, and you are sitting in my body now, like this Say you can understand?"

Compared with wither, Holy Light and Shadow are truly overbearing.

The one in front of me is more like a piece of wood or a stone, and it doesn't look like a human being.

All the doubts I had seen before were solved, and my curiosity was greatly satisfied.

What a joke!
No matter what you say today, you must eat the entire melon, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep well when you go home!

"Then what is your Excellency?" Heine asked again.

Arrogant, arrogant, mysterious.

...

In the middle of the sentence, Mr. Sa suddenly said:
"It's hard to remember the two Miltons. Let's give these brothers a name?"

Wei Dianyuan: "What do you want to be called? Shulton?"

Mr. Sa: "Loulton!"

Wei Dianyuan: "What?"

Mr. Sa: "Isn't this tree just Milton + wood + woman?"

Wei Dianyuan: "...As expected of you."

...

Loulton is okay...

When Heine chatted privately with the two of them, Loulton also began to give a new explanation.

"Energy is the carrier of information, and energy also flows in the atmosphere...For us, wind and soil are faster messengers than energy.

“In that distant, sick land, the story of Quelkus has spread to all directions in various forms. Although it was blurry when it came to me, I know its destination.

"What's more, I feel its blessing and final trust from you, which is something that cannot be obtained through violence and slavery."

Heine suddenly remembered the tree he saw in the underworld.

The other party also claimed to be a part of Zumu, and felt the "relief" of Quelkus. "I see……"

He nodded: "How many brothers do you have? If each of you has a quarter, wouldn't that mean three at most?"

Lou Dun was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, no one told me about this. Strictly speaking, my ability to give birth to sanity is closely related to Milton's arrival.

"I don't know how many days and nights ago he came here dragging his broken body.

“At that time, my intelligence was on the verge of extinction, but he could sense my existence and successfully merged with me.

"According to you humans, he is my teacher and father."

Heine said blankly: "Now that you have merged, who is the Milton who can transform into a feathered serpent?"

"That's him too, or that's who he is." Lou Dun said.

"He was about to die. After we merged, his spirit helped me grow, created everything here, and used his body to organize the energy here in order.

"Here, you can see the Holy Light and Shadow growing endlessly without the contamination of will. This is the original form of energy.

"When all this work was done, he left me to fulfill his wish."

He looked at the canvas, and although his eyes were calm, there was also a hint of emotion.

"About Milton and Rosie, the truth is just as the Musiain boy said. They were very loving, and their escape was a commitment to each other. It was just what happened that night that turned the story into a tragedy.

"In order to resurrect her, he even turned into a lich and went to the underworld to find her soul, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

"So, he figured out another way to 'resurrect' her.

"He used my body to sort out the energy here. In the process, he stripped away the weak souls contained in it, which seemed to be the chaotic will of countless people.

"Now, he fuses them together, removes the impurities, and makes the remaining parts into a base that can accommodate Rosie's consciousness.

"However, Rosie was already dead, so he found hundreds of ordinary people near Yati Town and told them the story of himself and Rosie. He repeated it in detail, making it deeply engraved in his memory. Finally, Then peel off their consciousness and merge them into the memory of 'Rosie'.

"And then there's the queen you saw."

Heine was greatly shocked when he heard this.

As expected, the members of the Gitil family are all doing great things!

The music master Milton's Yuanling affinity is definitely not low.

Otherwise, he would not be able to establish a connection with the tree's dissipating consciousness, let alone integrate it.

Quelkus said that ancient creatures like Zumu are natural psychics.

Therefore, after merging with this tree, Milton became self-taught and had enough means to implement his own ideas.

Moreover, it is precisely because of his extremely high natural affinity with spirits that Milton hates the Kitil family and the Shadow Temple so much.

He might even hate the land.

Just like Heine who has now left the McCalla Mountains.

This has nothing to do with attitude or work, it is a natural dislike.

Outside of McCalla, embers are everywhere.

To high-level Yuanling perception, these pitch-black dusts are twisted and deformed cold corpses.

Every time Heine thought of those childish little guys who made noise at him, a nameless anger would grow in his heart, changing the emotional tone.

If things go on like this, it would be strange if people are not crazy.

By this time, Andre had finished digesting this shocking story.

He wondered: "So, this woman, who is as stupid as a village woman, is the queen in the hearts of those hundreds of innocent people who died?"

Loulton: "Yes, he tried his best to write Rosie as a perfect woman, control those poor people as much as possible, and let them record every detail of the story as much as possible, but..."

Heine: “But every listener will reconstruct the story in their mind based on their own perception.”

Lou Dun nodded: "Yes, based on their own knowledge... In their eyes, nobles are like this. There are no real good people, they are all liars. There are no real geniuses, they are all paranoid and arrogant. There is no such thing as bullshit love, it is nothing more than transactions and compromise.

"What's even more frightening is that no matter what Milton does, whether he deceives, bewitches, or dominates...his methods leave fear deeply imprinted in the hearts of these people. A fearful person, no matter what kind of story he hears, the color will be dark .

"They may agree and comply on the surface, but deep down they don't think so at all and will use their own views to deconstruct everything.

"So Milton ended up with a Rosie who had nothing to do with the real Rosie except for her beauty."

Andre listened silently, anger rising on his face:
"But doesn't this distort the facts? How could he allow such a 'monster' to be born!?"

Lou Dun shook his head slowly.

"I don't know. This situation even changed Milton himself, and he himself believed that this was the case..."

The two of them looked at Heine in unison, eager to get an answer.

Heine sighed and looked at Andre.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

"of course."

"Are you angry because of the unnecessary disaster suffered by hundreds of innocent people?"

"I……"

Andre was stunned.

Heine continued: "When you become the audience of a story, even if you already know the whole story, your emotions depend on your cognition - in your opinion, at least for the moment, the success of this great idea is greater than that of hundreds of untouchables. Its lives are more worthy of celebration, and its failure, in turn, is more infuriating.”

Andre: "But what does this have to do with Milton's situation?"

Heine: "Because he is a lich. When the soul of a living person returns from the underworld, it will become twisted and violent like a wandering soul. The reason why he can still remain calm is because it is diluted by the huge mental power.

“But this is dilution after all, not purification.

"So when his 'masterpiece' - Queen Rosie - was born, he went from being the storyteller to being the audience listening to this second-hand story.

"At this point, if he were a normal person, he would be just as outraged by the truth of the story as your Excellency was just now.

“But he isn’t anymore.

“He is now a pitiful, twisted soul just like those poor people who died tragically in his hands.

“He would only get angry and feel pity for himself in the story, instead of calming down and thinking about whether the story is true or false.

"It's not that he wants this, but that a lich can only think this way."

(End of this chapter)