Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 177 Quelkus

He didn't know how long he had been moving forward, but Heine felt his hands loosen, and then his eyes lit up.

He's coming.

A warm breeze blew by, and the drunken sunshine shone on my face.

Overhead is a clear sky surrounded by black walls, with a colorless oak tree standing on the green grass in the middle.

Its trunk is tall and straight, and its crown is like an umbrella canopy.

But it seems to have been stripped of color, leaving only black and white and gray, which is incompatible with the surroundings.

Heine looked at the small bottle in his hand. The quicksand inside was almost exhausted, leaving only a shallow layer.

He walked forward slowly, stepping on the soft lawn, and walked to the colorless tree.

It's one thing to see it from a distance, and it's another thing to walk under the canopy of trees that blocks the sky and the sun.

Wherever I feel, there is deathly silence.

No spirits, no living creatures, nothing.

Everything has been dead for hundreds of years, and there seems to be no dust in this unsullied place.

But as he put his hand on the tree trunk, a weak voice sounded in his mind.

"You came."

"Quelkus?"

"it's me."

Heine held up the small bottle with only a layer of fine sand left.

"This is what they want to say to you, and I have brought it all."

He attached the bottle to the tree.

The fine silver sand knocked off the cork and rushed into the tree trunk, but it couldn't squeeze in.

"They want to save me, but there's no need..."

Quelkus said calmly: "Please take them all back, just regard it as my request."

"it is good."

Heine collected the quicksand.

"You should have met Saberia, or are you his friend?" Quelkus asked: "I gave him the same bottle before, and I can feel it on you."

"It's definitely on me."

Heine showed the bottle filled with anger.

Unexpectedly, this bottle was left to Barry by Saberia.

Quelkus was silent for a moment.

"Well, it looks like he's up to no good."

"What material is this bottle made of?" Heine asked.

"Zunmu is an oak tree, and the bottle comes from her gum." Quelkus replied: "The elves in the Mourning Valley believe that the gum is the tears of the tree, so they call it the teardrop of wood.

"It can feel people and carry their emotions, just like Zumu connects to the heart of every elf..."

Heine nodded.

"So what happened here, how could it be like this?"

“If you want to ask from the source, then I don’t know, just like the birth of withering, no one can explain it clearly, and no one knows how to solve it...

"But if you are asking why this place is deteriorating and why I am like this, then you have to start with the emergence of this net above my head..."

"Magic Network?"

"So it's called this? It's really appropriate."

Heine: "What is their relationship with the three magic communication stations outside? I mean the three spherical Yuanling magic arrays."

"A ball-shaped... magic circle? If that's the group of active 'spirits' you're talking about, they existed a long time ago."

"What!?"

Heine was shocked.

"It was there a long time ago?"

"Yes. I come from a withered place in the Mercury Forest. The reason why I chose this place is because of them. There is an active 'spirit' there, making everyone feel comfortable."

Heine was secretly shocked.

He didn't expect that Quelkus stayed here because of the three Yuanling magic circles.

“...Through those little guys, I can connect myself to this forest, as if every tree is my eye and my root system can extend to every piece of soil.

"But then, those people came and they set up a magic net over our heads. From that day on, I was tortured."

Heine's heart moved: "Pain from the magic network?"

"Yes, I am connected to those three magic circles, and they are also connected to the magic network, so the pain from the magic network is transmitted to me...

"If it's just a bucket of filth being dumped into a creek, then I can slowly dissipate it.

"But I am neither a river nor a bucket of filth.

“The intense pain was like rotten sludge, pouring into me in a steady stream, followed by a lot of cold, dead things.

“It’s the ‘spirit’ of death.

“The friends who live in me sense my pain and decide to share it with me.

"But they can't resolve this. They feel anger, hatred, and despair, and they target innocent people.

“The dirty anger is released through violence, but what it gets is not satisfaction, but a stronger counterattack and an unquenchable hunger...

“Since then, the sludge that I was responsible for alone has spread to this unsullied forest.

"The pain from the Ley Line fell from the sky to the earth, spreading through my roots.

“It was also at this time that the blight reappeared.”

Heine couldn't help but ask: "What did the initial withering look like?"

"It's hard to describe... the trees that were supposed to wake up in winter have been sleeping, the babies that were supposed to be born failed to break out of their shells, and the 'spirits' that were supposed to be quiet got tired of this place and disappeared, or died.

“The lack of a blade of grass, a flower, or a tree is also vital to the forest. In order to survive, more plunder and parasitism are born.

"That's the nature of blight. I can't fix it, I can only run away and watch it get worse."

Heine frowned when he heard this.

"But... didn't blight already exist before that?"

The Ley Line appeared decades ago, and Quelkus said that the Blight appeared at that time, which is obviously wrong.

Because the communication station was established at that time to facilitate the elves stationed here to report the observation situation to Cuiyeting as soon as possible.

In other words, withering had already appeared before this.

and many more……

Heine suddenly realized a serious problem.

The communication station was indeed established only a few decades ago.

But this does not mean that the Magic Network only appeared decades ago...

I have been misled!

According to Kaana, Quelkus was already terminally ill and ready to die when the communication station was established.

But from what it said, it was only when the magic net appeared above its head that it began to feel pain and withering appeared...

Could it be that……

Had the Magic Network appeared before this? ?

Later, the so-called communication station was only "open for use" in the Whispering Forest area?

"Do you still remember the time when the Magic Network appeared?"

Quelkus was silent for a moment.

"After Saberia saw me for the last time... I remember that the fire of his life was going out."

really!

Saberia went to Eagle's Head Mountain when she was about to die of old age, and stayed there for more than eight hundred years.

At that time, the Whispering Forest had been occupied by elves and subsequently changed its name.

That's still early!

Therefore, the magicians secretly covered the magic net here early, causing the Whispering Forest to wither.

For more than eight hundred years, Quelkus suffered deeply.

However, this is not the end. They came here again decades ago to build three communication stations and completely killed Quelkus...

Fuck your mother’s Viritas Courtyard!

"You seem to be angry," Quelkus said. "Your anger is pure, which is good, but I'm afraid I don't have time to appreciate it."

"Feel sorry."

Heine took a deep breath.

"What happened after that?"

“As you can see, I blocked myself off, preventing my friends from doing my share.

“This way the pollution from overhead doesn’t spread to the outside and spread throughout the forest, which I hope will stop the spread of blight.

"I used those dead 'spirits' to build a wall, but I can still connect to the three magic circles through the developed root system to keep in touch with the outside world.

"It wasn't until later that those people appeared again, and then pollution similar to the magic network came from the three magic circles...

“It was then that I realized that I could no longer hold on to my life.

“Perhaps becoming an undead can last longer.

"So, I killed myself."