Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 381 The Sleeping Dragon

To other people on the dragon boat, this was undoubtedly an extremely strange scene.

A light figure suddenly appeared in the shield of his own soul priest. He was slim and light as a feather, and his body was as soft as a scarf.

But no one thought that this scarf would hurt people!
She pulled out the dagger from the shield and wiped the priest's neck cleanly.

The strength is not great, not even enough to kill an owl.

But there was some kind of strange suction on the dagger. The flesh and blood of his priest shriveled up in an instant, and his breath disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Eating flesh and soul...

What an evil spell is this! ?
...

The priest dies and the shield disappears.

Dailin was floating in the air with a blood-stained dagger.

She looked back at the guards and smiled.

A person's psychological defense is directly broken!

He shouted "curses, punishments, divine punishments" and so on and jumped from the ship.

Although the Zanluo people are not afraid of death, as tomb robbers, what they fear most is "the inability to die normally."

What is abnormal?
The way his own priest died was unusual enough!
Isn't this the curse of tomb robbing?
This ship was clearly carrying them to their death!
At this time, Teacher Xia just arrived at the bow of the ship and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

"Holy shit, it was you who actually scared people out of the boat."

Delin: "You must be sick! That's because he has something in his heart!"

"Then why don't the others jump?"

Dailin: "How do I know!"

Having said that, Teacher Xia directly took the dagger from Dai Lin's hand and rushed forward.

It wasn't until this moment that the Zanluo guards who witnessed the shocking change woke up from their daze and knew it was time to resist.

However, they had no idea who they were dealing with.

How could a veteran wanderer who had seven wanted notices on his back and stayed in Sanguirand until he became moldy, not be aware of their every move?
The leading guard and the ancestor spirit behind him had almost just raised their swords, and in Teacher Xia's eyes, it seemed as if they had already seen their next movements.

One is short and the other is floating.

One sweeps and the other cuts vertically.

Cover the circle up and down, attack from the left and right.

For such a father-son combo, most melee fighters would choose to retreat to evade, or use skills to fight hard.

The former teacher Xia was no exception.

but……

Times have changed!

He avoided the attack of the ancestral spirit and hit his opponent on the forehead with a backhand toilet.

Then give it a hard tug!
The latter's movements immediately transformed!

Teacher Xia took the opportunity to avoid the ancestor's attack, used the toilet bowl as a handhold, and stabbed him in the back easily.

A black light flashed, and a bloody hole opened in the ancestor's back.

The dark purple energy corrodes the flesh and blood, intertwined with the red fighting spirit.

As expected of our ancestors, we are porcelain.

The opponent can even roar back.

"Ahhh, die!"

The man turned around, but Teacher Xia had already escaped like a flea and ran to the next opponent.

"Shameful coward!"

The angry ancestors immediately started to chase forward, and then suddenly there was a strong wind behind them!

clang!
He quickly turned around to block, but was still hit by the shield and staggered.

Damn, you dare to sneak attack! ?

The ancestors became angry and immediately cursed:

"Which sneak attack boss..."

More than fifty pairs of eyes with raging fighting intent stared at him, and the feeling of being locked by multiple levels of fighting intent made him feel like he had fallen into a cold plasma swamp...

At this moment, he wanted to die.

Might as well just jump...

...

The battle was no longer suspense once the Soul Priest died.

Even because it ended too quickly, these fifty brothers were not happy at all.

Someone rushed to the front and punched or kicked the opponent, while the people behind just had time to shout and call it a day.

Damn blood loss.

Why is this Zanluo man so unbeatable?
The dragon boat was driven back to the Wind Controller's Courtyard, and Teacher Xia rushed to pick it up immediately.

However, I really didn't touch anything this time.

Teacher Xia didn't believe in evil and searched the entire ship, but still found nothing.

He is now in a hurry.

"What should I do, what should I do, Brother Yang? Is it possible that I came too early and the instructions haven't been dug out yet? Do I still have to go to Sanguilande? No, I don't want this kind of thing..."

Catching Sheep: "Don't worry...this is not a game. It doesn't mean that you can't start the mission without key props. You have to believe in the wisdom of the indigenous people."

Teacher Xia: "But Heine has never seen a dragon, how can he be smart? I'm so panicked. Will he fall on the guy who jumped?"

Catching Sheep: "Instead of thinking about this, you might as well think about what Delin will do if she really gets the Dragon Tooth Dagger."

Teacher Xia: "Don't even think about it. She must have been replaced. No matter what you do, it won't affect my output!" Zhuoyang: "...彳亍."

...

At the same time, Heine was standing on the boat, taking Sanji with him to communicate with the soul of the ship.

He could basically confirm that this was a dragon.

Long has mastered the most complete transformation technique in the world.

Rhubarb can be turned into a floating city, and it is not impossible for a dragon to be turned into an airship.

But the problem with this soul is that it has been boiled for so long in this pot of soul broth from the Zanluo Plateau that the soul has been severely soaked and tainted with some of the attributes of the local spirits.

However, unlike the local Yuanling who was a piece of loose sand, he still maintained his integrity.

The good thing is he's still alive.

The bad thing is that he is still alive, so the consciousness of these spirits changes from a mess of vectors to a unified direction, bound by his subconscious.

And his subconscious was affected by these spirits.

This might not be a big deal in normal times, but as Mount Solins changed, every Yuanling longed to "go home", so he couldn't help but move.

He directly broke through Sanguilande's shackles and flew back thousands of miles away.

"It's a little difficult."

After checking it, Heine murmured.

"How's it going, Sanchi? How's he doing?"

The huge red soul in the other world is like a wet quilt, hanging on this tree.

Judging from the size, this dragon's soul is really powerful and terrifying.

Although he is not at the level of Loulton and Quelkus, compared to humans, he is still like a giant more than ten meters tall.

As the quilt hung on the tree, the tree's growth stopped.

A large amount of spiritual power gathered towards him, gradually fading the red color in his soul and turning it into silvery white.

"He fell asleep."

Circling in a circle, Sanchi replied.

"He's slowly waking up, it won't be long."

"That's not bad."

Heine patted his head.

"This tree doesn't have a name yet, give it a name."

"A name? Just call it 'Thorin'."

Heine: "Thorin? It's a good name."

Thorin means sky in Zanluo language, and Thorins Peak is the "peak piercing the sky".

He looked at the Thorin tree again.

At its feet, the rolling sand waves have stopped, and a circle of light silver land is spreading slowly but surely.

When it expands to the limit that Sanji can control, an oasis will be planted in this desert.

By then, this place and McCalla will also be connected.

"I'll leave this place to you for now, don't forget to come back and take a look." Heine said.

The dungeon training in Nibla City is over, and he has other plans.

This cloud server cannot be run.

"Well, I will remember it!" Sanji nodded.

……

Heine rested for a day at Solins Peak, confirmed that there was no second dragon that had traveled thousands of miles to "return home", and comforted the muscular guys who were not fighting and were feeling uncomfortable, and then took the people to leave in an airship.

For their problems, they can only wait until the two places are connected before considering solutions.

The direction is already there.

A war spirit like Arthur is the product of a flesh-and-blood reshaping ritual and a soul body.

There is no shortage of souls in McCalla's inner world - Nobita, Saberia, Squidward, etc., they are all independent individuals.

If they could also accept being bound to others and "reborn" in a similar way, then this method could be generalized.

If you deal with the Zanluo people in the future, the income from the "war soul" is indispensable. This is also to arrange a place for them in advance.

After all, when the Splittoe clan invaded McCalla, Heine and his ancestors laughed and accepted it.

The smooth-headed brother peeled out three souls by himself. Who knows if there will be more surprises in the future.

Heine even had a clear understanding that this was the correct way to open the "war spirit".

The next morning, as soon as the airship returned to McCalla, there was an explosion in the "Tea Room".

【? 】: You two are back. If you don’t come back, the evil sister will take the throne.

[Xanatos Bensa]: I bear witness! The sinister sister’s heart is known to everyone on the street!

[Xia]: Damn it? Is the black-faced sister really rebelling?
[Black-faced glasses]:? ? ? What rumor are you spreading?

[Caught three sheep]: What's going on? What's going on? What am I missing?

[Black-faced Glasses]: Let’s get down to business. The Shadow Temple has sent people to negotiate. The lineup is quite luxurious. Heine should also have been notified.

Is it finally here...?

Heine couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He had been looking forward to this scene before. To a certain extent, this was a negotiation between the victorious countries!

[Black-faced Glasses]: But I’ve basically finished the discussion, and I’m just waiting for him to make a decision.

Ok?
(End of this chapter)