Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 386 Sunny and cheerful

Gary panicked.

Although he couldn't fully understand what these big shots were saying, he listened very carefully to the part about himself.

He knew he was dead, but not quite.

He was injured and his memory was lost. Even if he recovered, that part of the memory could not be restored.

——Strange, where did I lose my memory? I clearly remember it very clearly. I...

His thinking suddenly got stuck, and there was confusion in Gary's eyes.

Who was I killed by?

What did we do after we went to Nibla City?
Damn, I clearly remember...

No, I don't remember...

He was like a drowning man, desperately grasping for the faintest straw, but he couldn't grasp it.

A feeling more terrifying than the threat of death spread throughout my body.

It was as if there were cold and slippery tentacles dragging him into the dark mire...

He couldn't see that his originally pure body had quickly become turbid, and it was still spreading...

"Stop imagining things."

Heine's voice came from the side, and then something unknown hit his head.

There was a warm feeling spreading downwards.

Awake consciousness reoccupied the brain, and the spread of turbidity in the body was also curbed.

——They were all dead, but now they are alive. I am the luckiest person!
An unprecedented sense of joy and optimism drove away the original entanglement.

"How's it going?" Heine asked, "What just happened?"

"I have no idea!"

Gary held his head high, not knowing what to be proud of.

But it seems that people should hold their chests high and be high-spirited like this when they are alive - it is the same when they are dead.

"That's good."

Heine took back the slightly thinner Gam skull.

Sure enough it had to be Gam.

His sunshine and cheerfulness infected everyone.

After removing the skull, Gary's body suddenly became slightly rickety.

——What am I proud of? There is nothing to be optimistic about, they are all dead...

Some vague negative thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind.

He was caught in a tug of war with fear and self-loathing.

His body became muddy again.

Heine pushed the skull back again.

——Cheerful.

withdraw.

--negative.

"What's going on?" Heine looked at Milton: "This is obviously McCalla, why is there still such pollution?"

Milton re-split countless filaments and conducted a "diagnosis" on Gary.

"normal phenomenon."

The former lich concluded:
"After all, he has personally experienced 'death', and his greatest fear still remains deep in his soul. This kind of pollution is spontaneous, or instinctive. It cannot be removed by 'purification', 'cutting' and other methods. We can only wait for him Be strong like Gam."

After a pause, he showed an anthropomorphic expression for the first time.

That's sentimental.

Perhaps he was remembering the time when he became a lich and was dominated by twisted obsessions.

"Perhaps this is the price of escaping death."

Loulton: "He means..."

"I can understand this." Heine interrupted.

"it is good."

The tree closed its mouth.

Heine looked at Gary and handed him the skull in his hand.

"This is your painkiller, but I think the two instructors should have told you to use it as little as possible. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Gary took the skull and nodded.

In fact, he didn't know - and of course Heine didn't know either. Although the player's pain sensation is blocked in "AGE", it exists as a parameter that can be accumulated.

The higher the perception, the easier it is for players to accumulate "pain". If the perception is too high, the movement will be deformed or even the continuous casting of spells will be interrupted.

Another subdivision of the mental attribute "willpower" will offset the pain.

If your willpower is not high enough, you can only use painkillers.

But excessive use will lead to a decrease in willpower...so in summary, don't use it if you can.

Of course, the main reason the two instructors said this was that they were either dead or uninjured and rarely fought with injuries.

After hesitating for a moment, Gary asked: "Sir, can I go see my parents?"

"I'm afraid not." Heine shook his head: "Until we can study this matter clearly, we can only force you to live in the other world. And I think I have to wait at least until I don't need to use 'painkillers'." Meet them."

He patted Gary on the shoulder:

"If you are really having a hard time, go to the Lord's Mansion and chat with everyone. There is an elf named Big...Aquilaria there. He likes to build houses. If you have nothing to do, chatting with him more may help you to relax."

It was so dangerous that I almost told Nobita. "All right……"

Gary nodded.

Watching the two Daltons take Gary away, Heine returned to the room with mixed emotions.

"How is his condition?" Siara asked.

"It's okay, but it takes some getting used to."

Heine leaned on the bedside and looked out the window at the dark jungle.

"It seems that their business in Nibla City is not going well..."

"Business? Not infiltration work?"

Heine said meaningfully: "Business is work, work is business..."

……

……

Nibra City, Dust Tavern on Gem Street.

"I'm sorry for the death of your companion."

Nisan from the Eyepatch Gang sat at the table, staring at the young half-elf in front of him with his only eye.

The fire flickered, and the light fell on Ravan's face.

In less than ten days, he looked much more mature than before.

Although most of it is due to the stubble, there is also a calmness in those eyes that was not there before.

This was the third night of their group's arrival in Nibla City.

It's hard to describe how they felt when they arrived here.

Although I have never set foot here, I am extremely familiar with every brick and tile here, and every plant and tree under my feet...

Thanks to the extremely slow pace of the elves' cities, even the patched-together memories are almost exactly the same as reality.

This strong sense of familiarity makes people can't help but relax their vigilance.

Therefore, despite repeated instructions from the instructors, we must first check the similarity between reality and simulation training, and everything will be based on the former.

But Gary still died because of his complacency.

One day ago, he took the initiative to meet with a guy who had been highlighted by the instructor.

According to the plan, he would reveal the secret that the other party had stolen from his employer more than ten years ago, and use this to ask the other party to cooperate with them.

According to the instructors' analysis of this person, the other person will not resist.

But in the end, this guy got violent and hurt someone, and then ran away!

When everyone waiting outside realized something was wrong and rushed in, they only saw Gary's body lying in a pool of blood.

Fortunately, the "big smart" Lauf and his brother Nissan, who looked very strong but were actually not very bright, were all normal and not much different from what the instructors had described, so they slipped in smoothly.

...

"After those Luku people caused trouble in the city, something went wrong with Lao Xiu. He seemed to have become a different person."

Nissan swallowed and continued: "He wasn't like this before. He only did some petty theft. We didn't expect that he would suddenly be like this..."

The young man's stealth skills in front of him made him feel on pins and needles.

Whenever the other party had evil intentions, he would have died countless times.

"He should be controlled by a strange beast."

Ravan spoke and knocked on the table.

"W-what?"

This buzzing sound seemed to strike at the top of Nissan's heart.

Strange beasts...

The last time he heard this word was in the broadcast before the magic network was paralyzed.

In order to sell their magical technology, the Velitas people tried their best to say how difficult this thing is to deal with, and that even high-level transcendent beings are likely to be controlled by it.

Originally this fear only existed on the radio.

But with the arrival of disaster, it comes into reality in person.

"Is he really controlled by a strange beast?"

Lavan: "Except for huge changes in life, the only things that can change a person's temperament are strange beasts. Did the enchanter named Hugh encounter any changes?"

Nissan shook his head slowly.

The population of Nibla City is only 40,000, and the last census was twenty years ago.

For the slow-paced elves, once someone's life changes, the news will be known to the whole street the next day.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Strange beasts...

Terrible beast!

"C-can I report this to the Wilderness House in the city?" he asked.

Wilderness House is an intelligence agency affiliated with the Council of Elders, approximately equivalent to Green Leaf Court.

Among the three major forests, only the shepherds of the Dream School are good at handling this kind of thing.

After those few paladins made a scene in Nibra City in the name of "purifying the undead," it was the city lord who led these people to clean up the traces left by the necromancer, and the people in the city were relieved.

Hearing what he said, the corners of Lavan's mouth curled up slightly.

"How do you know that the local wilderness home has not been infiltrated by strange beasts?"

(End of this chapter)