Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 44 Cleaning up the battlefield and new ideas
A naked skeleton slowly appeared behind Todd, holding two daggers in his hand.

Mr. Sa: "Damn it, why are you running naked?"

Teacher Xia: "Hey, the blood-sucking vine is a half-magical creature, so you can't stray too far from the manor. By the way, your tracking skills are pretty good. What level is it at?"

Mr. Sa proudly said: "Level [-]! Not to mention that the footprints of a half-elf hunter like him are smaller than others. Even if he leaves no trace in the snow, I can still find him by smell."

"Awesome, Mr. Sa, how do you practice the ninth-level tracking technique? You shouldn't be lying on the ground and touching your footprints all these years, right?"

Mr. Sa chuckled: "If you are like me and have all the hunting certificates in the three major forests, you will also have this level of tracking skills. You have to rely on traps to catch the big horned beasts. Brother, one camouflage suit and one restraint Arrows are enough.”

Dylan and Selima quickly arrived while the two were bragging.

Seeing the two skeletons frozen in place, Dylan felt a little better.

That guy's undead wasn't always smart, but now he looks pretty stupid.

"Take the prisoner and follow me," he said.

"What is he talking about?" Mr. Sa asked.

"You don't care, he doesn't understand anyway, just pretend he doesn't."

Dylan was a little confused and said it again, but the two still didn't respond.

Logically speaking, such a spiritual skeleton shouldn't be... Is this how he usually communicates with Heine?

Selima obviously had no patience. She stepped forward and picked up Todd like a chicken, then turned around and left.

Only then did the two skeletons follow.

"It turns out the order was to follow the prisoners... no wonder it didn't work."

Dylan was stunned.

...

Coming home from the front door, Dylan first looked at the burn marks on the wall.

Then he followed Jason's group's route from the burned-out lobby on the first floor to the corridor on the second floor.

He looked carefully at each body.

Equipment props, bone strength, cause of death...

The more he watched, the more startled he became.

He finally came to a conclusion that he didn't want to admit:

Without Heine and his skeleton, he wouldn't be able to stop this group of people.

Even though Matt Gitiller and Hunter Gitile are still there, and the Blood Puppet is still intact, they may not be able to defend it.

Unless all his two hundred blood servants and serfs are present, this battle will become unsuspicious due to the characteristics of the Necromancer.

But if that were the case, the enemy would definitely not rush over to die.

The most terrifying thing about Kitil Manor is not the nearly level [-] necromancer.

But such an evil existence also has more than 200 servants who take orders from him.

It can be said that the leader of the other side did nothing wrong.

He first broke the magic shell of the castle regardless of the cost.

In this way, even if they attack, they will not be sealed in the castle and can evacuate at any time.

Then we worked together as a team to detect and disarm traps and mechanisms.

In the corridor, there was a direct violent attack, and the formation always remained intact.

However, in the end we got this result...

It is true that he has almost lost all his wealth, but if he were to use those props himself, would this be the result?
Is this really the free play of those three undead?
Or is Heine doing something in this but not telling himself?

He looked up at the ceiling, where there were traces of blood left by vampire vines.

Why can a sneaking skeleton climb onto the opponent's head without being noticed?

why?

Dylan Gitile doesn't understand.

He just felt cold all over his body.

……

In the corridor, Heine was repairing the injuries sustained while catching the sheep.

Being a MT is indeed stressful.

Jason and several of his henchmen launched a desperate struggle at the end.

However, due to the power of dedication, they did not dare to come in and take a bath despite the burning like Jason, so they could only shoot cold arrows from a distance.

The result was that they all died, but the armor was penetrated and two of Brother Yang's ribs were broken.

If they had taken advantage of Brother Yang from the beginning, the situation might have been different.

But they are not soldiers after all.

Dylan picked up Jason's sword, and a dark green light lit up in his hand. As soon as he got closer, he was purified by the light on the sword.

"The power of judgment?" He couldn't help but sneer.

Who will be judged?

That fourth-level skeleton "warrior" with Holy Light affinity?
He checked the equipment of several people around him, especially Jason's armor, and was amazed.

"Is it expensive?" Heine asked.

"This armor with at least two primary enchantments probably costs about 50 gold coins. As for the weapons, I found a total of ten with light judgment power. Each one costs 10 gold coins."

Heine couldn't help but wonder: "What are the origins of this group of people and are they so well-equipped?"

"Exquisite?"

Dylan seemed to have heard a big joke. He picked up the sword:
“The material cost of this sword is less than 1 silver coin, and the armor is less than 5 silver coins, and that’s after shipping costs are included.

"Let's put it this way, the total furniture broken by these mercenaries in the lobby on the first floor may exceed 200 gold coins.

"Do you still think they are well-equipped?"

Heine couldn't help but frown: "But there are still enchantments..."

"This is the fundamental reason why I say it's not sophisticated."

Dylan mocked:

“All minor enchantments are mass-produced garbage, and primary enchantments are just a little better than garbage.

"It's ridiculous that this is all we can buy, and we have to pay a lot of money for it."

Heine could hear strong resentment and a sense of brokenness in his tone.

"Why?" he couldn't help asking.

"I was like this back then..."

"? Why are you waiting here for me??"

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then smiled strangely.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it this time, really. But I did ask the same question back then. My father didn't know the details. He only told me that it's much cheaper to buy magic equipment from elves. Even if they hate us, they will mention it. It’s twice the price, but it’s still very cheap.”

Heine was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered two things one after another.

Jianglu's "reborn" dagger was bid by Lion King Trading Company for a starting price of 10 gold coins.

That is the weapon of a fifth-level rogue...

The flaming sword he got from the elf captives only sold for 1 gold and 50 silver.

Looking at it this way, the price difference between the elves' equipment and the magic equipment in the Silver Market was directly a few digits... He quickly told Dylan these two things, but -

"Are you asking me?"

Dylan looked at him with caring eyes.

As if to say, "I've already answered you."

Go ahead and act like I didn't ask.

Heine pointed at Jason on the ground:
"Is this guy also a Paladin? Why is he so much weaker than Osewell?"

Rather than the equipment, he cared more about the "loose Paladins" mentioned by the three.

"He has not been baptized. He can only serve as a container of holy light, not a spokesperson."

Heine was stunned: "The same goes for other extraordinary beings?"

"It's all the same. Only by joining a similar temple can you be favored by the gods, gain blessings, and become the spokesperson of a certain power. The power will be almost continuous, but there is a difference in quality.

"It is said that the holy light comes from the power of the sun, so when a paladin bathes in the sun, he becomes the invincible incarnation.

"The Necromancer was expelled from the Shadow Temple for this reason. We only want power, not surrender."

Heine curled his lips: "Although your Excellency is in a difficult situation, you still sound quite cool."

Dylan was apparently immune to such teasing.

"We brought back one alive," he said.

Although Heine had known it for a long time, he still pretended to be surprised.

"Where?"

"In the cellar."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan suddenly looked at him strangely.

"Did you 'rob' again?"

Heine nodded.

The total experience this time was almost as much as what Osewell had given him.

And after communicating with Yuan Ling, he seemed to have enlightened.

Just like foreign language learners who have been in the corresponding language environment for a while and suddenly enlightened.

He was able to allocate part of his excess experience to Mr. Sa without being dominated by strong emotions.

After that, I also upgraded and saved a lot of experience.

He vaguely touched the doorway.

He cannot upgrade until all his summons are upgraded, and each undead upgrade is accompanied by an increase in his experience limit.

When there is only one undead left, it can basically be upgraded at the same time.

This is reasonable, after all, all his experience comes from the undead, and one more person will give him another channel to gain experience.

It would be too buggy without this restriction.

"But this time it's not that strong, and I also used this power to strengthen my undead... Do you think this has something to do with the strength of the object being plundered?" He continued to ask.

Even though I knew I wouldn't get an answer, I just wanted to ask.

After all, someone is listening.

Dylan shook his head: "I don't know. You can do your own research. I'm going to clean up the battlefield."

After saying that, he tapped his brow lightly and then shook his staff.

Bodies scattered in the corridor slowly got up from the ground, some were stripping off their clothes, and some were holding weapons.

Is this how the Necromancer cleans the battlefield?
Heine was a little envious.

But Dylan frowned.

too stupid.

There is no comparison between these skeletons and Heine's undead.

The more I look at it, the more angry I get!
……

in the cellar.

A bucket of cold water was poured down and Todd came to his senses.

What came into view were the rotten and stiff faces of Jason and several seniors in the group.

In the cold, dim light, they looked particularly penetrating.

Todd was so frightened that he peed his pants in an instant, and tremblingly confessed everything without any coercion.

His name is Todd, a half-elf from the lumberyard in the eastern suburbs.

He comes from the Roaring Mercenary Group, and the leader is Jason.

They accepted the commission from Lion Trading House.

The intermediary was Heine's old acquaintance, Simon.

The content of the commission is to "clean up" the Ghittler estate and kill Heine Heinrich.

The reward was 200 gold coins, and half of the deposit was paid in advance in the form of enchanted equipment weapons.

They are all produced by Lion Trading Company, and their quality is guaranteed.

This is all the information and has no connection to Arthur or George.

They don't even know that the lord has been taken to the Haunted Manor by Arthur.

Everything in Ebony Town in his mouth was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

However, it is said that the lord drank too much on the Day of Mercy and fell from his horse at night and injured his head.

That's it.

After hearing this, Heine frowned and looked at him:
"When will you respond to each other?"

"I...I don't know, but, but it's usually the next day."

Heine looked at Dylan, who waved.

The two rotting corpses took Todd down, and he would be locked in the box where Matt stored the materials.

Dylan has apparently gained tight control over his thoughts and can give orders from his head.

"The crow didn't notice any observers around it, maybe the other party was hidden enough," he said.

Then he asked: "What was the reason why George was assassinated?"

Heine sighed and then recounted the conversation the two had in the study that night.

"He obviously couldn't control himself. He may have said something he shouldn't have said on Mercy Day, but he was dealt with quickly.

"Instead of killing him, those people chose this method."

After listening to this, Dylan couldn't help but sneered: "He really didn't inherit half of the wisdom of old George."

Heine then remembered that this person was the same age as Master Qi.

"So what are you going to do?" Dylan asked again.

Heine looked at the magic circle in the cellar and thought of the silver spots on George's body.

He suddenly asked:

"You said...the carrier of memory is the physical body, right?"

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