Something's wrong with my undead

For most ordinary people in the Quetzalcoatl tribe, this is a day they will never forget.

The sudden floating city, the fierce battle in the sky, and the last two groups of clouds and mist that looked like the end of the world biting and pulling at each other.

The Sky Guard suffered heavy casualties, and the clan leader fell from the sky.

Fortunately, there is still a high priest who can turn the tide.

In less than fifteen minutes, he single-handedly defeated the invaders and even repelled the mysterious floating city.

Then they totaled it——

There don't seem to be many casualties?

After all, the players did not fight their way up from below, but adopted a speed-passing style of play, so the results were mainly concentrated on those level five ancestors.

In the words of Mr. Sa, "Zhao Mao has too little experience, and my buddies will look down on him!"

So attacks from players are like expensive bullets that only hit high value prey.

Not even civilians hit by stray arrows.

But he could just curl up his consciousness and hide in a place where even Megumin couldn't find him.

Not even a streamer.

Apart from the concern for the safety of the clan leader, the only thing left was the infinite trust in the high priest Hemat.

Heine walked into the high priest's chamber.

If you don't consider level five magic or smart special effects, this shield can also be used up to level six.

...

Except for Hemat himself, most of his skeletons were still there, except for the sheep who had been temporarily sent back to repair his body.

Heine waved his hand.

"It's okay, just sit down."

So I had to force him to use the standard shield of the local Zanluo people first.

But they arrived several years early, and the shield had not yet been built.

Because Mr. Sa Laya always has the right target.

So when the sky darkened, the tribe at the foot of Solins Peak had returned to calm, and the lives of the civilians seemed not to be affected.

Theoretically, Megumin and the others can only possess the "lost souls". Even if the latter only has a trace of instinct left, they cannot possess them.

At night when no one was paying attention, a figure rode a ghost horse from Mekara to the outskirts of the tribe, and then disappeared.

But Hemat can do it.

He can obviously control the soul and release spells properly, and he is even still at the sixth level.

Seeing Heine come in, Hemat, whose body was controlled by a kind personality, stood up in fear.

Brother Yang suffered the biggest loss this time. Not only was he cracked, but his shield was also cracked.

According to players, the Quetzalcoatl tribe should have a 4++ quality graduation shield "The Solid of the Broken Beak" in its armory.

This Hemat is probably so cowardly that he is the first normal person so far who can "voluntarily lose his soul".

It's like a homeowner who owns a villa. Because the house has been occupied by others in the past, he has learned to survive in the cracks in the walls.

Although the bad guys have been driven away now, he still has many discomforts.

But having said that, Heine still couldn't completely believe that he was really cowardly.

What if it was an act?

Didn't he just act it himself?

So he always asked players to monitor each other to avoid overturning.

Megumin is still on him and will take it down if something goes wrong.

"I think my evil spirit has told you the general situation of McCalla."

Heine got straight to the point: "So are you willing to connect your 'sacred domain' to McCalla?"

Hemat's body shrank slightly and he said cautiously: "You brought back part of the soul core of the orcs, but you didn't know they were in McCalla..."

"Don't worry, those 'giant babies' have not been contaminated, so McCalla's Yuanling will not 'wash' them."

Heine replied.

The "radiation" of the God of War's will in the other world can make the souls of Zanluo people "evolve" towards the orcs, but this effect will amplify their pollution on adult souls, and only pure baby souls can really play a role.

Therefore, the core of the previous dispute between the two Ghittlers about whether they are orcs or beasts is like a "wolf child" raised by beasts, a "beast in human form".

So, either Barry and Dylan are right, or they are both wrong.

But Heine had no intention of correcting his mistake.

——Can the mistake made by the old man be called a mistake?

Hearing what he said, a trace of joy flashed in Hemat's eyes, and then he asked again:

"That sang guitar..."

"The problem is him."

Heine waved to Mr. Sa, who immediately sent the bottle over.

The broken leather in the bottle shrank back after swallowing the Shadow of Sleep, very well-behaved.

It was still reddish-brown, but a little larger than before.

Now he is like a stupid dog that has had enough to eat and drink, curled up in a ball and snoring.

"I can now confirm that this is part of your God of War Sanguy..., but it is as obedient as a beast. It only eats and sleeps, and has no wisdom to match its power. I suspect this is some kind of forced hatching. 'The consequences."

After a pause, Heine continued: "So you did one thing right, that is, you never let Sanji 'hatch'. You used the pollution on the sleeping shadow - another '伱' - to Whether it was deception or persuasion, Sanchi did not choose to be born into this world, so he did not become such an idiot."

Hemat was relieved, and a happy smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Then he realized that this was an endorsement of the statement "The God of War is a stupid dog", and he immediately grimaced.

Can't laugh.

This is so blasphemous.

"You can laugh if you want." Heine curled his lips.

Hemat smiled coquettishly and asked in a low voice: "Then...how can I make Sanji successfully hatch and turn into a healthy Zanluo man or orc?"

Heine knew he was going to ask this.

No matter which personality is good or evil, their core appeal is the same - to seize the power that belongs to the God of War.

The root of the division between the two sides is that the former is for the sake of the ethnic group, and even has grand ideals such as "restoring the glory of the sanctuary."

The latter is purely for personal strength improvement.

Originally, the two could be done simultaneously.

However, under the catalysis of the will of the God of War, the two sides were unable to reconcile, and gradually evolved into two personalities, heading towards splitting.

But no matter how divided, Anara's child, poor Sanchi, was always the means to achieve this goal.

"terribly sorry."

Heine shook his head: "I'm afraid Sanchi won't be able to hatch."

"What?" Hemat was stunned: "Is it because he was robbed of too much power? It doesn't matter, you can wait for him to recover slowly..."

Heine: "I mean, give up this idea. He is destined to be unable to go to the real world and have an entity like the Sleeping Shadow. The best result is to break out of the shell in your 'sacred domain' and live forever." So."

The light in Hemat's eyes seemed to disappear.

He was stunned for a long time and then asked in a low voice:

"Why, why..."

Heine: "The reason was caused by you. When he was a baby who didn't understand anything, you used him to suppress the will of the God of War and mass-produce 'Orc Giant Babies' for the fusion of ancestor spirits. This is The only thing he learned."

"No, sir, I obviously..."

"I know, you told him a lot of things, but you stopped him from telling other 'babies,' right?"

Hemat was silent.

Yes, other "giant babies" are just the objects of fusion of ancestor spirits. If they also have sanity, they will encounter a lot of troubles during the fusion.

"This involves a serious educational issue - the key to education is not what you say, but how you do it."

Heine said helplessly: "Compared with the so-called knowledge you told him sporadically, your actions and actions done through him have the greatest impact on him.

“You label yourselves as just and noble, so he will naturally think that his actions are just and noble.

"So in his mind, it makes the most sense to keep those babies in their swaddling clothes and live carefree, just like you have always done to him and asked him to do.

"Also, you used threats and persuasion to prevent him from 'hatching' before he could muster up the courage, which also made him even more reluctant to step out of his infancy.

"But you don't have to blame yourself, because this is just an irrelevant reason, not to mention that you still wanted to protect him...

“In short, from the moment you decided to take firm control of this baby, he was destined to grow into a giant, deformed baby.

“But always think of the good in everything.

"Now he has just become a coward, not a monster like the Sleeping Shadow, or a bloodthirsty beast... This is something to be thankful for."