Something's wrong with my undead

In the study room of the Lord's Mansion, a Zanluo man with wheat-colored skin was lying on the sofa.

Except for the long claws on her hands and the huge bird claws on her feet, she basically looks like a normal human.

Anala, the leader of the Quetzalcoatl tribe.

Hemat's evil personality interfered with her soul and prevented her from recovering from her anger. As a result, her soul was deeply contaminated and she fainted and was later sent to McCalla.

In theory her treatment would be quick, but things went awry.

"The pollution on her soul has been completely purified, but there seems to be no trace of soul in her body, and now she looks more like a lost soul."

Heine explained.

Megumin: "Like Hemat who summoned the sleeping shadow?"

"Yes." Heine nodded.

Hui Hui wondered: "But why is this happening..."

Milton on the side explained: "Her pollution is not as deep as that of the necromancer and the lich, so her past memories are completely preserved, including those things she did under the control of emotions. So after purification, she has begun to prepare for these The result is self-loathing."

When he said this, Huihui understood.

This is McCalla's version of "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

But unlike the original version, "putting down the butcher's knife" is the result, and it directly reaches the state of "getting rid of delusions and letting go of attachments".

Here, putting down the butcher's knife is the beginning of atonement.

From this moment on, the inner judgment has just begun.

If you are a sane person, you have already begun to atone for your sins with actions.

But Anara's mind could not bear the torture, so she chose the same approach as Hemat's kind personality.

hide.

She gave up control of her body and became a lost soul.

If it weren't for the existence of the evil spirit Megumi, she would have died after staying like this for a few days.

"So, do you want me to talk to her?" she asked.

Milton nodded: "I can't wake her up, but you can try."

Heine interjected: "If you can't wake her up, you can use this body to go sightseeing with a group and protect the third princess."

"What? I...I will play her?" Huihui said in shock: "This is a sixth-level Zanluo warrior..."

Heine: "Something is better than nothing."

"……All right."

Megumin sat on the chair, left George's body, and possessed Anara.

The moment she possessed her, she heard the murmur deep in her mind:

"He hates me...my child, he hates me..."

This voice was full of pain and sorrow and lingered for a long time.

Even as a bystander, she was almost overwhelmed by the endless regret.

A little out of the acting, Megumin asked in her mind:

"Hello are you there?"

No one answered.

She asked several times, but still got no response.

Anara's degree of autism is deeper than Hemat's kind personality.

She had no choice but to bury herself in reading through Anara's memories.

This was not the first time she had done something like this. In addition, the Zanluo people's thinking was relatively simple. It didn't take long for Anala to open her eyes.

Seeing the lack of desire to fight in these eyes, Heine knew it was Megumin.

"How's it going?" he asked.

Megumin stood up and moved her new body.

"It's a bad situation. She was before-"

Halfway through her words, she suddenly flushed, bit her lips, and closed her strong thighs tightly.

"me……"

Heine asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Can't you hold it in anymore?"

Megumin: "I...I'm stupid!"

She suddenly exerted force, broke the wooden floor with her foot, and slipped into the secret room of the study like a gust of wind.

The entrance to the secret room had to be opened with a mechanism, but she ran straight in.

The bodies of the sixth-level ancestors are truly extraordinary.

"what happened……"

Heine was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Milton.

"She's going to lay eggs."

"What???"

Heine slowly turned around, a question mark appearing above his head.

"?"

Milton explained seriously: "This is a characteristic of female winged orcs. They produce infertile eggs regularly, which is similar to the menstrual period of human women to some extent. In theory, this Zanluo man has thin blood and shouldn't be like this. , but I guess she was too deeply affected by the will of the God of War, causing her soul and body to mutate. She was sleeping before, so she didn't feel anything, but it's different now."

"……I see."

Heine has become more experienced, and he has gained some unnecessary knowledge.

"What about the eggs produced? How are they usually solved?" he asked.

"Depending on the strength of the orcs and the purity of their bloodline, the more powerful and close to the race of Warcraft, the more expensive their fertile eggs are, which are excellent alchemy materials or food ingredients."

"Ingredients?" Heine was shocked: "Does anyone really eat this?"

Milton: "Isn't this strange? Poultry eggs are also widely available in McCalla's market."

"……really."

Heine had to accept the fact that he was facing a "senior native from another world".

It can even be said that the other person’s common sense is common sense.

He changed his mind slightly and immediately discovered Hua Dian: "Since it can be used as an alchemy material... does it mean that this thing has a certain market size?"

"Yes, in my time, the orcs were not yet extinct, and the remaining winged tribes relied on offering infertile eggs every month in exchange for protection. By the way, the females of the right age in the tribe at that time also had an interesting title, you Guess what?"

"what?"

"Servant."

Heine was stunned: "Servant... servant?"

Milton nodded and said: "Yes, they have to keep the festival for the God of War Sanguy for the rest of their lives. Although it is actually for better laying of eggs, this title also brings them a certain social status and treatment, just like the current Saint The servants of the temple.”

"No wonder the ancestor spirits I saw in the sanctuary were exactly the same as the beast-turned-soul hunters... It seems that communication between the two parties existed in the past."

"Who knows."

Milton said expressionlessly: "Objectively speaking, this kind of communication is inevitable, but from the time I lived in, this kind of discussion has become taboo. When people mention it, it is often fierce, or to criticize. , or for self-preservation, there are few calm academic exchanges.”

He changed the subject and said, "So I'm not very optimistic about that boy named Dylan going to give a speech in the north. He is a standard McCullagh man, and his words will definitely be misinterpreted."

Heine smiled and said, "It's okay. I've thought of this too, so I arranged an escape route for him."

While the two were chatting, Megumin—or Anara—came out of the secret room.

She had obviously changed into a taller body, but she looked very sluggish, holding two eggs with wet shells in her hands.

The size is between ostrich eggs and goose eggs, like an elongated oval.

"How...how to deal with this?" she asked in a low voice.

Heine looked at Milton.

The latter stepped forward and said: "Leave it to me, they need some processing before they can be stored for a long time."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Heine said.

As expected of a lich who has owned a level 6 feathered serpent, he is so versatile!

Sure enough, Lao Deng is full of treasures!

As Milton left the study and headed to the alchemy laboratory, the atmosphere in the room gradually became awkward.

Megumin's bird claws dug a few marks on the wooden floor.

Heine felt his heart bleed...

"How about... you sit on the sofa first."

"……Yes."

As soon as Megumin sat down, Heine pulled out of her.

Megumi, who was in the form of an evil spirit, was suddenly freed from the influence of biological hormones, and she felt relieved.

"Phew... I'm saved! It was so painful just now..."

She was spinning excitedly in the air.