Something's wrong with my undead

"I do come from there."

Heine nodded and then asked:

"Since your Excellency came from more than three hundred years ago, you must know a lot about the history of that time, right?"

Milton was stunned, why did he ask me?

His expression changed subtly.

He looked at Heine with the arrogance of a superior, and the patience in his eyes seemed to have diminished.

But it won’t disappear yet.

"I do know a lot about history."

He said slowly, and then waited for Heine's next words.

"Great, I have always been curious. The history of the McCalla Mountains seems to have been deliberately concealed..."

Heine quickly talked about the "Grand Duke McCalla" of Barry's time, and how now, there is only one poor Viscount Severn left here, and the territory is surrounded by powerful enemies.

While the mountainous areas were being kept in captivity, even their history was being erased.

"...These things were blurred and eventually perished just like your history back then."

Heine said: "Now that I have this opportunity, can I get some pointers from you?"

Hearing that his "past" had also disappeared into the long river of history, Milton smiled contemptuously.

He looked at Andre and said sarcastically:

"As the last grand duke of the Musiain family, don't you say something?"

——He indeed maintains contact with the outside world.

Heine thought with some surprise.

Not only did the other party know that more than three hundred years had passed since his own time.

He also knew that Andrei was the last Grand Duke to be named...

Along the way, Mr. Sa introduced Wei Dian Yuan's "new favorite" Alpha, as well as what the master and servant had discovered in the past period of time.

They realized that in the past, there were two or five guys from Eternal Dawn secretly setting up beacons here, preparing to blow up the town of Yati.

But now, Heine suddenly felt that these people may not come from Eternal Dawn.

...

Faced with Milton's sarcasm, Andre said nothing.

Milton dropped him and turned to Heine:

"Let's make a deal. Since you're a necromancer, you might as well become my lich."

!! ?

Heine was stunned: "Me? Lich?"

"Yes, I don't trust any of you, but not if you become my lich."

There was no hint of joking on Milton's face:

"I need you to bring Barry here and use his means to cut something out of my soul - just like you said."

broken……

Heine never expected that among the information he told him, the one he was most interested in was this!

"Can't you leave here?" Heine asked: "We can go to the McCalla Mountains, where-"

"I don't have the patience to drive you around in circles, human."

Milton's tone suddenly turned cold.

"I hate the little tricks you have always used. The shrewd words, the temptations with ulterior motives, and this reckless tone!"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

The madness finally showed in his eyes.

Violence, hatred, pain...even his expression became distorted!

The death energy finally escaped uncontrollably.

He stopped pretending at all!

In an instant, Heine understood.

This is a lich.

Level 6, a lich who is suspected of having a lair and can use holy light to suppress death.

Andre and Mr. Sa took action almost simultaneously to try to rescue Heine, but Milton just moved his fingers, and black tentacle-like vines stretched out from the floor of the ventricle, locking the two of them tightly.

Mr. Sa is fine, but his skeleton is hollowed out...

Andre was in a worse situation. The vines pierced his calf and shoulder, and he was bleeding profusely.

But this man was also a ruthless man, so he remained silent and only frowned.

Mr. Sa: "My power is blocked. This is the Lich's skill, 'Confinement Ball Cage'."

It's a prison...

Heine couldn't help but curse.

But when things got to this point, he had no choice but to take the next step.

"I hope V won't blame me."

Heine suddenly said this and looked at Milton calmly.

"I hope you don't blame me either."

Wei Dian Yuan, upgrade!

The experience suddenly merged from his chest into the soul fire of the Northeastern people.

The warlock, who was only a sliver of experience away from level five, was promoted to level five even if he fell into a deep sleep.

It doesn't matter what he'll face when he reaches Level 5...

The important thing is that whenever someone is promoted to level five, "God" will cast his sight.

Ever since entering Yati Town, Heine discovered a strange fact.

Although this place was the same as any place he had seen since leaving McCalla - the air was filled with soot-like spiritual embers, there was no trace of the elemental material, and the elemental spirit showed no response, as if it had disappeared.

However, the extraordinary energy here is clean.

They are not originally clean, but more like being "clean" after their will has been expelled and acquired by other means.

Therefore, Andre, who is a member of the poetry club, can tell all this to himself without restraint.

This cannot be done anywhere other than Yati Town.

The shadows in the North have long been integrated into the shadow will, paying close attention to everything.

Otherwise, Barry wouldn't have found a way to escape from here.

Therefore, Heine also mastered the trick of "turning the table over".

But he never wanted to use it on Milton.

After all, God is not a good thing, and it becomes even worse once he has anything to do with Him.

To be able to achieve this kind of purity here must have gone through some struggle. He didn't want to destroy this place.

But now, he doesn't care about that much anymore!

Sure enough, a beam of shadow light fell from the sky as if it spanned space and time, penetrating the dark giant tree, forcing back the crazy Milton, and shrouding the soul fire of Heine and Wei Dian Yuan.

Just like Teacher Chu Xia's body was quickly repaired when he was promoted, Wei Dianyu's body also came from scratch and quickly condensed.

This time it’s faster than last time!

A darker skeleton body took shape almost instantly.

The soul fire of the Northeastern person suddenly lit up, and then he uttered a curse word:

"I love your brother——"

He exclaimed before being cut off mid-sentence.

Heine knew, he went in.

At the same moment, this essence of shadow controlled by will began to "spread" his will to the surroundings just as he thought.

In other words, it is pollution.

"no no……"

Milton began to flee as if the air were poisonous to him.

He waved his hands that had turned into wings, spraying large amounts of holy light to resist the approaching shadows.

Then it completely transformed into a feathered serpent, smashing through the wall of the ventricle and escaping out like a headless fly.

Watching him leave, Heine couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately stepped out of the shadows and came to Andre's side.

"Are you OK?"

"fine."

Andre shook his head and looked around solemnly.

"You...how did you do that?"

"It's hard to explain clearly in just a few words, so it doesn't affect you, right?" Heine asked.

"Not yet, but as time goes by it will be hard to say."

"That is not bad."

Heine couldn't help but be curious about the means by which they maintained their purity.

Could it be that the will is isolated by physical means? Like Gum's skull?

While he was thinking, he tried to solve the vines that bound the two of them.

But the things summoned by the sixth-level boss in his lair are obviously not so easy to deal with.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Heine had an idea and took out a bottle containing "suspected Will of the God of War".

He pulled out the cork of the bottle, and blood burst out from it, turning into a big wolf dog in the air, and rushed towards the shadow beam of light that shrouded Wei Dian Yuan crazily!

"Fuck, don't—"

Heine quickly took it back and corked the bottle tightly.

Damn, this thing is really elusive.

The blood light that was withdrawn seemed very dissatisfied, and sent longing thoughts to Heine.

The bottle is now as hot as if it contains hot water.

Heine decided to ignore it and took out another bottle.

There is no other way, just transform.

He originally wanted to transform into a melee form after a long absence and condense an ax to cut through these vines.

But as the deep anger in the bottle covered his whole body, and as his rationality dropped to the freezing point, he faintly heard a weak voice...

"help me……"

That voice comes from...

Frames on the wall! ?