Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 71 What year is today

Heine was speechless for a moment.

He became more and more convinced of one thing.

Dylan Gitiller must be a direct descendant of Barry.

There is really no one who has this hereditary hobby.

Old people always like to reminisce, but Barry's memories are obviously not that many.

He just sighed a little and then quickly recovered and asked:

"What year is it now?"

"January 772."

Barry was stunned for a moment: "What kind of chronological system is this? Is the ten-thousand-year clock in the Vilitas Courtyard broken? Who is the emperor of Saint-Sitine? Where is this Grand Duke of Macalla?"

Now it was Heine's turn to be confused.

What is a ten thousand year clock?
He did know that Saint-Xitine was the political and cultural center of the North.

Sky City at the foot of the southern mountain, Helm City in the Luku Plain, and Tayaga, the ancestral city on the Zanluo Plateau.

This is the capital of Shikoku.

Sanctum's administrators are appointed by the Temple of Shadows.

All temples were above the royal authority.

And the Courtyard of Vilitas towers over the temple.

As for Grand Duke McCalla...

This is truly a title that takes your breath away.

"It's the way it is."

Heine took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He told everything he knew in as calm a tone as possible.

……

In another abandoned crypt.

In addition to the female tree shepherd who turned into a spider, the group also slaughtered three half-undead beasts.

Without exception, they all took human form after death.

There are elves and there are half-elves.

There was even a Konu.

Standing next to the corpse, which was only 1.5 meters tall, someone said in surprise:

"I only knew the most primitive elements of the Konu people's beliefs, but I never thought they could also become tree shepherds...

"Could it be that the 'life' that the Konu people believe in and the 'nature' that the elves pursue are the same thing?"

Ryan shook his head: "Your statement sounds very blasphemous, just like the heretics who call themselves the Brotherhood are tarnishing the sacred shadow."

"In this case, then Holy Light..."

The man subconsciously looked at catching the sheep.

There are four wires connected to the latter's body.

One of them is thick and shiny, and the original one is already very thin.

They also found four pipes this time, and then watched helplessly as this guy sucked in all the holy light.

Now the golden soul fire is even more dazzling.

But the strange thing is that it's just dazzling, not overbearing at all.

It can even be said that after the originally uncomfortable holy light was absorbed by the catching sheep, it was like a wild hyena being tamed into a good baby.

Instead, it exudes charming warmth, driving away the cold that the Northerners hate.

If different understandings of shadow and life are considered blasphemy...

What is this scene in front of you?
"If it is such a gentle holy light, I don't think I hate it."

Someone whispered.

His companion immediately tugged on his arm to signal him to stop talking nonsense.

At this time, Ying suddenly squatted next to the pipe.

"Sure enough, there is one here..."

The girl whispered.

“1768-2-27-01-03.”

She read out the string of numbers and compared them with the numbers she had previously recorded on her palm.

There is also this row of numbers below the first three pipes.

The front is exactly the same, only the last item number is 01, 02, 04.
Someone came over to take a look and immediately said: "This is the abandoned ten thousand year clock dating method, which was discontinued 772 years ago."

"Why was it disabled?" Ying asked curiously.

Another person rushed to answer: "That year happened to be the first thousand years of the Ten Thousand Year Clock, which was called the First Year of Freedom. The four countries signed the Four Nations Convention under the leadership of the Institute of Truth.

"If you were like me and had nothing to do, just serve in the ruins excavation department for a year or two, you would also know.

"The big ones that were dug up are all marked with these, and they are basically three-digit numbers."

"Thank you."

Ying thanked him and silently interpreted the numbers.

This means that the energy storage well in front of you was established on February 768, 2.

As for "01", maybe it means it is the first one.

"How many more are there?"

She couldn't decide for a moment.

……

Barry listened to it all calmly.The existence of the Four-Power Pact.

Blockade in the McCalla Mountains.

The McCalla Mountains, or Viscount Severn, and the current tragic situation of the Kitiler family.

Barry was as calm as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

If his eyelids hadn't moved occasionally, Heine would have thought he had turned into a sculpture.

After listening, Barry's eyes fell on the feather on the brim of Mr. Sa's hat.

There was a big fluctuation in his eyes, but that was all.

"How long has it been since Saberia's era?"

"A wood elf told me that he was an elf ranger more than 2600 years ago and a great hero."

"hero?"

Jitiler just sneered.

"So, he's dead, right?"

"Uh... the story says that the last time he appeared was at Yingzhi Mountain. That was about 800 years ago, and there was no news after that."

He did not say that President Sa's current personality is Saberia.

He has an intuition.

The other party's appearance here is related to Saberia, and it is more likely that he has a grudge.

Barry clicked on the table and murmured:
"So it's been 800 years since I was imprisoned here, maybe 900 years? It doesn't make any difference. It doesn't seem to be that long for the elves. The boy named Silver Wing is still alive and well.

"It's the Wood Elves above... Oh no, no, it's the 'Night Elf' you mentioned. Yes, they changed the name, and they also changed this forest into some kind of Whispering Forest... It's such an unpleasant name. It seems they didn't Less fuss.

"In this case, how did you get in? Oh, it was this feather that brought you in... There is no soul or spirit on it, so it can only be someone using it. Could it be this guy..."

Instead of asking so much, Barry deduced the conclusion by talking to himself.

He looked at Mr. Sa and waved to him. Mr. Sa moved his body forward uncontrollably and brought his head closer to him.

Mr. Sa exclaimed: "Holy shit, why is he still pulling people? Isn't this the skill of the Dark Knight?"

Wei Dianyuan: "This is the master's bag. This guy has multiple professions."

(Note: Dabi Douzi means "Mage's Hand".)
Teacher Xia: "That's very reasonable. At his level, he has already decided on his lair. He will either have no hope for the rest of his life or be imprisoned. I guess he will have nothing to do, so he might as well practice."

According to what they mean, once the "territory" setting of the lair appears, it means that it cannot be upgraded in the future.

So Barry knows more than just the skills of a necromancer.

He also knows some things from Master Fa.

And Master Fa has a close relationship with Yuan Ling...

The abnormal fluctuations of Yuanling on those corpses were faintly revealed.

Heine digested this knowledge and did not act rashly.

...

Barry stared at Mr. Sa's soul fire for a while.

The cloudy eyes gradually showed confusion, surprise, and finally strong surprise.

"Perfect Zombie, how did you do it?"

Heine was shocked when he heard the word "Zombies".

The first time he heard someone refer to his skeleton that way was when he saw Hunter Kittyler the night he returned to the burial ground.

Later, I saw this word repeatedly in the book "How to Become a Psychic" by Carl Elan.

But there is never an explanation in the book.

Just judging from the usage of this word, Zombies seem to be some kind of carrier.

To be specific, it is the carrier of the soul, or the "leather cover" of the soul.

"What are Zombies?" Heine asked doubtfully.

"You don't know? It's strange, how did you do it if you didn't know? Oh, this is normal. Your mental power is so bad that you can't summon this level. Your consciousness should be hidden in it..."

He threw Mr. Sa into the deconstruction circle.

Heine stood up quickly.

At this point, he doesn't care much anymore.

"Will this magic circle... damage his soul?"

Barry frowned at him, then sighed.

“If he were alive, this would stop him here for the rest of his life.

"But since he is an undead, there is no such problem."

Heine: "But my undead are not normal. They don't have any negative emotions of the undead."

Barry was amused.

"You are just as cute as my little boy."

However, after saying that, his face changed instantly:

"I said safety means safety, stop fooling around!"

The invisible hand of the mage fixed Heine, Teacher Xia and Wei Dianyu in their original positions, and at the same time the magic circle was activated.

The green light mixed with silver penetrated into the body of the sarcophagus, and actually separated his soul fire from the bone body.

This familiar soul fire floated in the air, just like Heine did when he was feeding them in the fish pond...

He could even see tiny particles of silver light pouring in very quickly.

Feeling closer, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hurry up!"

As if marching in a hurry, he was getting into Mr. Sa's soul fire.

This is actually... feeding the fish?
(End of this chapter)