Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 464 I Can’t Come for Nothing (Page 13)

"I want to know where you got the news."

In the Whispering Wind Temple, Tielemans looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess with a serious expression.

Although the other person exuded an aura that made people want to worship him, she still had to take this issue seriously.

Since the outbreak of the void disaster, roars like those of some giant beast have been heard from the inside of the holy mountain three times.

The sound continued all night long, pouring out from every eye of the storm, filling people with fear.

Although the Government Affairs Office had already explained away the issue by saying that "the howling was caused by abnormal air flow fluctuations," the top executives at Ventus were aware that some unusual movement had occurred inside the mountain.

They blocked the news and swore to the supernatural power that they would not leak the matter before the truth was revealed. However, they did not expect that it would be revealed by a princess from a distant place.

"I said, it was the mountain wind that sent the distress signal."

Renee said calmly, "You should have noticed the changes that have taken place in me. I received help from a powerful nature spirit in the city of Nibra and became a psychic. Just as the fairy tales we grew up listening to, whispers in the wind are stories sent far away. In fact, nature spirits do rely on the continuous wind to convey messages to each other."

What she said was half true.

Events like the fall of Quilkus did spread to various places, but that was a major event of the Zumu level, and it was just a simple piece of death news.

As for everything on Mount Putuo, it cannot be explained in a few words.

And there is indeed a powerful nature spirit in the local area.

Like tree spirits like Berio, the spirit of Mount Putuo is called Saksu, a soul born in the heart of a mountain. Its intellect perfectly matches the characteristics of rock - heavy and slow.

To put it simply, my brain isn't very sharp and my reactions are very - slow.

This is a double-edged sword.

The downside is that over the long years, its intelligence level has been growing very slowly because it is slow to accept and provide feedback.

To make an analogy, the airflow observed by the first silver elves who settled here was actually the "snot bubbles" of a mountain when it breathes.

Therefore, it does not dissipate, but wraps around the mountain in the form of turbulence.

Most of the time, Saksu slept.

And here lies the benefit.

Even if the withering spreads, even if the will in the wind nags in its ears all day long, it just won't listen.

Don't listen to good things, and don't listen to bad things.

Logically speaking, Saksu's resistance is enough to last until the world is destroyed without his sanity being eroded.

But the arrival of the void disaster accelerated all this.

The sluggish Saksu was a delicious meal in the eyes of the strange beast. Although it could not be bitten, the surface mental power could be eaten away because it was sleeping.

The collection of these chaotic desires divided and devoured Saksu's surface mental power, and without awakening it, used some unusual movements to cause fear among the local silver elves.

Like right now.

Next, there will be more and more unusual movements, suspicion will spread, and they will lead us.

When the conflict escalates to a critical point, it will evolve into dissatisfaction.

They would think that the mountain had abandoned them, and fear and alienation would turn into hostility and seep into the wind, awakening the sleeping Saksu.

Although it is a stone, it has become accustomed to these little guys living on it over the long past.

As a nature spirit with basic intelligence, when it senses the hostility of the elves in the wind, even though it has a slow mind, it will immediately feel betrayed, wronged and confused.

Even if there is only a slight trace, it is enough for the strange beasts to take advantage and sneak in.

They do not require a drastic change in Saksu's attitude. They only need a tiny initial velocity to roll it down the hill like a snowball, accelerating and sliding continuously until this huge inertia crushes all rationality into powder.

By that time, even if someone wanted to coordinate, it would be too late.

...

Tillemans showed a hint of hesitation in response to Renee's answer.

But then Renee said, "Maybe you should ask the person next to me."

"The one next to you?"

The Windtalkers looked at Mr. Sa.

"Isn't this a magic puppet made to look like a skeleton?"

Mr. Sa: "Do I look like a puppet to you?"

"You...you can talk?"

To Tillemans's shock, the translucent green longbow took shape almost instantly in her hands.

But Mr. Sa is faster than her!

As he typed these words, he foresaw that the other party would be like a frightened bird.

He did not fully raise the bow, but just raised his hand symbolically and shot an energy arrow that brushed against the back of Tielemans' hand.

Whoosh!

The arrow penetrated the carpet fifteen meters behind the Wind Talker, but did not cause any damage. Instead, it was directly decomposed into the most basic wind element particles, activating the mechanism there.

A column of wind appeared out of nowhere and overturned a piece of tarpaulin on the dome that was disguised as a ceiling.

Light fell in from the cave entrance and illuminated the Windtalker's shocked face.

This…this was supposed to be her escape route!

According to the procedure, she jumped there after the meeting, and then was lifted up by the wind column and sent to the outside of the temple, and then summoned the guards to trap the enemy in the temple...

She stared at Mr. Sa’s skull and the ball of green soul fire.

She felt the agile and flowing wind from it.

"Are you trying to say that this is a high-ranking son of the wind who left Ventus and knew me very well? Who turned him into this blasphemous state!?"

"No, dear Tillemans."

Renee shook her head. "Although his identity is still unknown, he cannot be a certain Son of Wind. Unless you believe that there is a Son of Wind whose name you cannot name who has mastered a "gorgeous performance" far beyond yours."

"You mean he—a Skeleton Ranger—can also use Spectacular?"

Tillemans narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of anger.

If the other party wasn't of noble status, she would have started to chase him away.

The magnificent performance is the signature combat skill of the Son of Wind, and it can only be used with the high recognition of the wind element.

And such talented rangers, without exception, eventually became Windtalkers.

So Renee was saying that someone had desecrated the bodies of past Windtalkers and was traveling with her.

This is disrespectful to Windtalkers!

Not even the princess!

——This girl is really stubborn.

Mr. Sa couldn't help but complain.

He regretted not bringing a brother with him. There were so many problems to deal with on a mission like this alone.

"If you don't believe me, I can show you."

"But if we don't want to ruin your 120th birthday present, we'd better move to another place."

After these two sentences, Tillemans's expression changed again.

The carpet under her feet was a gift her father brought from Daomu City when she was 120 years old.

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