Something's wrong with my undead

There is the concept of the underworld in this world, and the summoning technique of the necromancer is to communicate with the unconscious wandering souls of the underworld and attach themselves to the corpse.

Death energy is opposite to life energy. Withering, withering, decay, death, etc. are all accompanied by the overflow of death energy.

The underworld is the home of death. The prerequisite for becoming a necromancer is to be able to communicate with the underworld and sense the death.

As long as this thing is a person, Heine has no flaws in this.

His problem was that no wandering spirit ever answered the call.

"I thought I would never deal with the undead from now on, but I didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise at home..."

He had a Molotov cocktail on his waist and approached the cellar with the electric shock wand in his hand.

Although it is called a magic wand, it is actually a half-meter-long electric baton. It can release three electric shocks at a time, each time being enough to bring down a 300-pound wild boar.

He spent 2 gold coins to buy this from the church. It is currently the self-defense tool he relies on most.

Judging from the dirt covering the door and the tight seal, it seemed that the cellar had not been opened for at least half a year, but the air of death did come out from underneath.

Heine pulled up the heavy cellar door. Strangely, there was no rancid smell down there, but there was a faint breeze.

"It's actually ventilated?"

He was greatly surprised, kowtowed between his brows, and recited in a low voice:

"Both life and death can be seen."

His vision became slightly brighter, and he saw a gray stream of air overflowing from the cellar.

This is the Eye of the Dead, which can detect traces of death aura. The most important thing is to determine whether the death aura comes from wild undead.

The so-called drowning of metropolitan water, most necromancers also died from these monsters.

The airflow in front of him was smooth and without fluctuations. It was most likely a natural overflow, which meant that there was no dangerous person lurking below.

Feeling that his energy was being consumed rapidly, Heine quickly lit the torch and got in.

The cellar was small and very dry. He saw the source of the dead air within two steps.

They were two corpses "falling to the ground embracing each other."

Their clothes were intact, leaving only their bones, but there was a small knife scattered on their chests.

What surprised Heine was that there were silver lines extending from each of the corpses and piercing into the ground!

"This is……"

He exclaimed, hurriedly canceled the Eye of the Dead, and inserted the torch into the wall.

My heart is beating wildly!

I actually saw it! ?

After the first attempt to summon wandering souls failed, Heine asked those successful students.

The group of people all said they saw green lines on the bodies, some were one, some were two, and some were more.

After comparing the results of these people, Heine came to the conclusion that the green line represents the corpse's attraction to wandering souls.

In other words, every corpse is attracting wandering souls, but not every mage can see it.

Those who successfully summon have succeeded when they see the green line, and the rest of the work just falls into place.

But Heine never saw a green line.

Although the color is wrong now, he does see a line!

Could this mean that he can finally complete his summons! ?

Heine's mouth was a little dry. He suppressed his excitement and stepped forward to inspect the two corpses.

He kept in mind the necessary process of summoning - you must first understand the carrier of the wandering soul.

The flesh and blood of the two corpses had melted away, leaving only white bones, indicating that they had been here for at least a year.

The texture of the bones was tough and of high quality, indicating that the two men were well trained.

"No wonder they can fight each other to death. Why do they fight over things?"

Heine searched around and found that the two of them didn't have anything to identify themselves, and they didn't have any belongings. They were just ordinary clothes.

The only thing worthy of praise is that both daggers are of good quality.

The bone burial ground offers a course on inlaying bone frames with armor, which is commonly known as "hanging iron", so he could tell that the dagger was made of finely forged iron ingots.

After confirming that everything was correct, Heine took a deep breath.

He opened the Eyes of the Dead again and focused on the two corpses, each connected by a silver cord.

Two years later, he chanted an unfamiliar mantra again:

"Dead things can still see life, and wandering spirits have crossed the border and come closer to me!"

Heine held his breath and stared at the two skeletons.

He saw the silver thread fluctuate for a moment, and then like a blooming Lycoris flower, it split into hundreds of filaments and plunged into the ground.

one second...

Two seconds...

three seconds...

A ball of silver flame lit up in the skull cavity of each of the two skeletons. The one on the left seemed to miss the mark when he was going down the stairs in a dream. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked the other one away. The latter immediately sat up from the ground!

"Success!!!"

Heine pumped his fist excitedly!

But at this moment, a strange voice flashed in his mind.

"What's wrong with me?"

Heine stood still as if struck by lightning.

The other party spoke...Chinese?

Three major taboos about summoning spells suddenly emerged:

Don't call the Lord's soul, don't call the Lord's soul, don't call the Lord's soul!

But his skeleton can talk and speaks fluent Chinese...

Time traveler? ?

This is not the only bad news, another skeleton also exclaimed immediately.

"I crossed?"

I'll go, two? ?

"What a coincidence, me too, buddy I can hear you."

"Are you the skeleton in front of me? Why the hell am I also a skeleton, then who is this person? Wait...what the hell, Master?"

"It's okay, brother, we have become summons. Damn, we were on the battlefield just a second ago. Could it be that the helmet was burned?"

The two of them even started chatting! !

"What battlefield are the brothers fighting on? Could it be "AGE"?"

"Damn it, it can't really be such a coincidence, right? I am a level 44 rogue in the sub-region. My name is Xia Ge Ai Di Jian. What about you?"

"Teacher Xia??? I was catching sheep, and I caught a sheep!"

"I'll go, Brother Yang???"

When the two met passionately, Heine's reason had already gone through the whole process of being burned out and then resurrected.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind at this moment, and he finally calmed down after being overloaded until the computer crashed.

Heine comes from the Earth in 2023. He has never heard of a game called "AGE", especially the term "sub-region".

Taking Yamaguchi Mountain in the previous life as an example, when players positioned themselves, they would first talk about the big servers - Asian servers, American servers, European servers, etc., and then go to the big regions - one, three, five, seven, two, four, six, eighty, etc. .

There are also different servers in different areas, such as Burning Card and Phoenix Card.

But the time traveler named "Teacher Xia" only mentioned "sub-region" and completed his positioning without any other modifications.

Although this may be influenced by Chinese, the fact that he said it so lightly shows that this game is likely to be a global server. At least there is only one region in "Asia", and it does not even distinguish between China, Japan, Korea, and Southeast Asia.

Plus the helmet he mentioned…

Isn't this the virtual online game that no one wrote on a certain online website before he traveled through time? ?

Heine was certain he would never see such a game in his lifetime.

So the two people in front of me either come from parallel universes or from future generations.

In any case, he is not of the same era as himself.

After the initial ecstasy and shock, Heine fell into intense fear.

This fear first comes from the rejection of fellow travelers.

This is a biological instinct, similar to territorial awareness, and his unique advantage has been challenged.

The second is his own poverty.

There is no cheat after three years of traveling, and the other party is suspected to be from a more advanced era, and they also know each other...

If it were him, even if he traveled through time and became a servant of the aboriginal people, he would definitely keep a low profile, be forbearing, and then kill.

What's more, the other party is still weaker, but what about his colleagues who came a few years earlier?

Although he can still check and balance them now, he is a time traveler after all.

When things got to this point, the sense of security brought to him by the necromancy spell was simply not enough.

For a moment, thoughts flashed through Heine's mind.

He quickly made a decision. The top priority was to disguise himself as an aborigine. Before he could figure out the temperaments of these two people and understand their characters and the era they lived in, he must not expose the fact that he was also a time traveler and could understand their words!

This is your biggest advantage.

It only took a short time for him to think of this. The two time travelers were passionately recognizing each other and did not notice anything unusual about him.

"Listen to my command and stand up!"

The two skeletons immediately stood up and stood neatly in front of him.

Meanwhile they were having a crazy conversation.

"Brother Yang, can you understand what he said?"

"I don't understand, but I understand, and my body does what I want."

"Me too, now I'm really someone else's servant."

"Looking at the bright side, he doesn't seem to be able to hear what we are talking about... As for how we are talking, can't the team's voice also travel through time together? This plug-in is too valuable."

"Looking at the bright side, something is better than nothing."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Heine also breathed a sigh of relief.

They don't realize that the conversation can be heard by them, and they don't understand the language of this world.

But because of the master-servant relationship, they can understand their own words.

This is much more convenient.

"I order you to pick up the daggers on the ground and the torches on the wall, and follow me to the ground."

Heine gave verbal instructions and detailed the specific operations in his mind, letting them know who was going to get the torch and who was going to pick up the dagger.

Theoretically, the Necromancer's thoughts are enough to command, and there is no need to shout out instructions.

But people's thoughts change rapidly and are difficult to control. Language can help him clarify what he is thinking.

The two skeletons complained that this was "just like a beginner's tutorial" while following the instructions. Their movements were smooth and flawless.

Heine's anxious heart finally relaxed a little.