Something's wrong with my undead

"But Your Highness..."

What else did Kaleas want to insist on, but was interrupted by an eye-catching figure.

It was a Zanluo woman who came out of the cabin.

She is tall and has healthy wheat-colored skin. On her feet are a pair of huge claws of a bird. The claws are metallic and full of danger.

Caleas narrowed his eyes slightly...

A terrifying Zanluo man, whose aura made him feel a slight threat to his life.

"Did you see it? That's the escort McCalla prepared for me." Renee said, "Are you relieved now?"

"W-what?"

Kaleas was completely speechless.

McCalla…

So powerful? ? ?

...

Huihui walked straight towards the two skeletons, walking like a tiger in the wind and feeling very proud.

The three of them had said hello before, so they knew who it was.

Zhu Sheep: "You're not right, it's too buggy. Level 5 evil spirits control level 6 combat power. If it were in the game, I would go to the forum and kill you."

Megumin: "But I have almost no fighting power when I'm not possessed. Is that considered even?"

Mr. Sa: "We have one thing to say. It's not a personal attack, so what do you say? In fact, you don't have much fighting power when you are possessed."

Huihui: "? Why is his mouth still there when all the people from the Northeast have left?"

Mr. Sa: "No, I am the Jingwei! The Spiritual Guard Dian Yuan!"

Zhu Sheang: "Jingwei is okay, but filling the sea, right?"

Mr. Sa: "That's true. If you don't lick Heine, who can you lick? No one else has received this treatment!"

Catching Sheep: "Huh?"

Megumin: "Huh?"

Mr. Sa: "? What's wrong?"

Zhu Sheep: "You have a big problem, brother, but when I think of you, it becomes less of a problem."

Megumin: "Indeed."

Mr. Sa: "Doesn't this show that I am powerful? By the way, can Anahui fly?"

Megumin: "Okay."

A pair of silver wings suddenly spread out from Megumin's back, and the hollow leather armor on her back seemed to be designed for this.

Mr. Sa: "Damn, there are so many cool ones..."

Zhu Sheep: "No, how can this be fun? How come you can still use her ancestors when you possess them?"

Megumin: "I told you it was a false ancestor. Essentially, it borrowed the blueprint of wings from the orc soul. We didn't cut off the connection between Anara and the ancestor's spirit, so she was still tied. Milton said that this connection Just like the umbilical cord, it is a combination of the power of blood and elements. Once he studies it thoroughly, he may be able to bind the souls of the other world to the indigenous people of McCalla. You may also be able to bring one. "

Mr. Sa: "What the hell? Then I can fight side by side with my fanboy Saberia?"

Catching Sheep: "The wind in the jungle has become a fanboy, right? Then don't I have to go to the Holy Tomb in Helm City to choose my own Pokémon?"

Mr. Sa: "No problem, Brother Yang. When the time comes, we will tie up Saint Jonah, who invented the Holy Shield Technique. There is no need to learn the Holy Shield Technique."

Zhu Sheep: "This is really an unimagined road..."

When the three of them were thinking, they were unaware of how strange the eyes of the people around them were.

A terrifying Zanluo woman and two skeletons stood quietly, adding some simple body language from time to time.

How did these three get together?

That is to say, they have never played the game. Otherwise, these three would look like atmosphere group NPCs without dialogue text.

But after the initial surprise, I was relieved.

Perhaps this is also Sai Weng's legacy.

After all, we are from McCalla.

This ship carrying beautiful ideals sails slowly but surely into the turbid twilight amid people's ardent expectations.

The faint light of the Harmonic Instrument is like a candle in the darkness, flickering but not extinguished.

...

Three nights later.

After finishing what he was doing, Heine actually had a moment of leisure.

He stood up and walked around the study room, only to realize that there was no player around him anymore.

"Loulton, how many contribution points do I have in my account?"

"240 points." The flower pot next to him replied.

Heine was stunned: "Why so many? Isn't it 20 o'clock every day?"

"There were times when you were full of energy and I dunked too much, but I didn't tell you."

"..."

In other words, the tree would not lie, otherwise Heine would have to come to him to reason with him.

"I have saved so much, but no one has spent it." He muttered.

"You can donate it to the Milton Laboratory." Loulton said.

"Then I'd better donate it to those in need."

Heine grabbed a cloak and put it on before heading out the door after a long absence.

He had been to most places in Ebony Town, except the tavern.

Because he doesn't drink and doesn't like too noisy environments.

He had enough noise in his head after all.

But the player was on a business trip these days, and his mind was always quiet, so he didn't adapt very well, so he took the initiative to enter the tavern.

A wave of heat rushed towards him, and then Heine saw a bright name strip above the head of the tavern owner:

[I am the only boss here]

【Roger Highmore】

This is a burly bearded man with a spotted red scarf on his head and earrings. He is not easy to mess with at first sight.

These suspended silver characters bounce up and down with every time Roger nods, raises his head, and shakes his head, creating a strong sense of unreality.

But it can be seen that he is very proud.

Heine activated the "insight glasses".

As a fifth-level spellcaster, he can completely avoid disturbing the opponent.

In addition, because of his status as an administrator, he also saw the information panel registered by the other party.

This is a third-level warrior with ordinary attributes.

[Name: Roger Highmore]

[Occupation: Warrior/Poet]

[Identification code: 200***029]

[Personal information: The owner of the tavern in Ebony Town, the only bard, has been contributing to the "Ebony Town Daily" for a long time, but has never been published. 】

[Current version number: 3.1.7]

[Remarks: McGregor non-staff. 】

After the Velitas left, the newspaper that published the Ebonytown Journal fell into disrepair.

But fortunately, new gadgets appeared soon, so no one even cared about it.

There are a few people in the tavern who also have name tags on their heads. There are more people around them than others, so they talk harder.

Heine looked at them individually.

These people all made a lot of contributions by participating in the construction of the seminary, and then joined the pioneering group going south, but they haven't set off yet.

He ordered a glass of ale and huddled in a corner listening to their bragging.

There were more and more people in the tavern. Suddenly, the guys with name tags shouted in unison:

"Come on, come on, Langdon didn't lie!"

"He sent news from the east!"

"Really? Doesn't it mean that the 'signal' is not good at noon?"

"He's back at his base now!"

Everyone was excited, and the tavern was as lively as if the Mercy Day had been brought forward.

Bang Bang Bang!

Roger, the boss, knocked on the counter a few times.

"Quiet, everyone quiet!"

After controlling the situation, he took out a piano from behind the counter and played a melody. Then his eyes slightly lost focus and he entered light sleep mode.

He cleared his throat and read word by word in a slightly hoarse magnetic voice:

"'My friends, I am Langdon, and I have come to fulfill my promise. I will tell you exactly what I have experienced these days.'"