Something's wrong with my undead

There were two moons high overhead, and it was midnight.

Green will-o'-the-wisp flames floated in the air, flickering among the tombstones and trees.

Everything was eerie, like a haunted farm before it was planted with trees.

Heine opened the Eyes of the Dead and looked up at the sky, but he did not see the vortex that siphoned souls. He only saw countless gray lines that weaved this bright night like a spider web.

Fake, all fake.

Those flickering will-o'-the-wisp fires were also ghostly green wandering souls rented from the underworld, but they were stuffed into some kind of invisible container.

The reason why the will-o'-the-wisp is flashing is that the wandering souls are drilling in and out of the container - drilling in means glowing, while drilling out cannot be observed by the naked eye.

——What kind of evil taste is this? The evil decoration method of the necromancer?

Then he looked toward the tombstones and the forest.

Similarly, these scenes are made up of gray death, as if everything here is made up of cold death.

Just like every tree in McCullar's world is shaped from raw materials.

However, the death energy here is suppressed extremely well and will not spontaneously corrode the perception and body.

It can be said that this is 99% of the reason why Necromancers are hated by people.

Dead air will accelerate weathering, decay, aging, and necrosis.

But if such aggressiveness is controlled, then death energy can be regarded as a kind of extraordinary energy.

For example, this situation right now.

Heine couldn't help but become more curious.

From what we have seen so far, the Mad King seems to be a necromancer who has reached the pinnacle...

But according to common sense, shouldn't the ultimate necromancer be a psychic?

He walked through the cemetery formed by death and into the depths of the forest. He saw a wooden house in the distance with lights on inside.

Heine approached, raising his hand to knock.

Then the door opened by itself.

The house was furnished like a normal hunting lodge, with a warm fire crackling in the fire and the skull of some long-horned beast hanging on the wall as a trophy.

There was a bearskin rug on the floor, and an old man was sitting in a recliner with a thick blanket covering his legs and a glass of steaming milk on the table beside him.

He just stood facing the door, looking at Heine quietly, as if waiting for him.

"If you were not a skeleton, this scene would seem a little less scary," Heine sighed.

This "person" covered with a blanket, wearing a hat and glasses, looking as peaceful as an old grandfather, is actually a skeleton.

He wore two rings on his fingers, one red and one green, and there was no dagger stuck in his head as Teacher Xia said.

I think that was also fabricated by the Veritas people later.

“It’s amazing that you’ve made it this far with sobriety.”

A very attractive male voice came from the air, probably about 40 or 50 years old. This was undoubtedly some kind of special vocal magic.

However, the skeleton did not speak, which made the scene look very strange.

"sit down."

A chair appeared at the table.

Heine sat on it without hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" the other party asked.

Heine: "I am afraid, but now that I am here, what's the point of being afraid? Why not talk more while we can still communicate?"

Although he said so, when he sat down, he used his black anger to construct a set of armor, even a visor-covering helmet like Olaf, leaving only a Y-shaped gap to look outside.

So this scene looks very strange.

A warrior in black plate armor sat on a chair, next to him was an old man who looked ready to be buried.

Especially the former, who was sitting upright with a shield at his feet.

The skeleton did not comment on this, he continued:

"As the first person to arrive here, you have the right to ask me three questions."

"it is good."

Heine wasted no time: "Where are my companions? What did you do to them?"

The skeleton's green will-o'-the-wisp shook a few times.

Instead of answering directly, he twisted his neck.

Heine then discovered that there was a chain around his neck, as if it had grown out of the chair, trapping him firmly on it.

With this discovery, he naturally noticed that the clothes on the other person's elbows and knees were strangely stuck to the chair, and there was a long-lost sense of familiarity coming from those parts.

That is the ghost.

The polluted spirits that can be seen everywhere in the underworld are like office workers who have died of exhaustion from staying up late and entered the underworld. They are ordered to do 007 endlessly, and then they exude a strong resentment and despair from their bodies.

Heine has been puzzled since he woke up. In this underground palace with such a strong aura of death, there is not even a trace of the breath of the underworld - that is to say, this ghost place has not been invaded by the underworld. It can only be said that the Mad King himself is indeed something.

But now the previous conclusion has been overturned.

Thanatos still took action, and it was a big move.

"Aren't you curious about who I am?" said the Mad King.

Heine was stunned and said, "Aren't you going to answer me?"

"I never said I would answer."

"..."

good good!

Are you kidding me?

Heine was so angry that thorns almost grew on his helmet.

"I did learn your name from some sources, Mad King Dickatula."

No matter how angry you are, you still have to answer.

"What a strange name."

The Mad King's voice was full of emotion and he tapped the back of his hand with his fingers.

"Even in the era of the weakest kingship, those mobs did not dare to call me by my name. How did you know that?"

This should have been a serious and thrilling occasion, and he even uttered a threatening remark.

But Heine didn't know what he was thinking. He asked faster than his brain could think:

"Then how do they scold you?"

The Mad King was obviously stunned for a moment, and he tilted his head in slight surprise.

It’s a pity that a skeleton has neither expression nor eyes, so it’s impossible to tell what it’s thinking at the moment.

"Is this a problem?"

"Yes," Heine replied.

"They cursed me in their hearts, because any verbal transgression would trigger the Word Spirit Curse, causing heart-piercing pain at the least and annihilation of the soul at the worst."

The Mad King replied, his tone gradually becoming emotional, as if he was lost in memories.

“But on the surface, they call me the sun.

"Then, every sunset I celebrated my 'death' in my heart, and the next day when the sun rose I cursed the harshness of the sun.

"With mercy in my heart, I burned their souls into eternity's embers, weaving them into the eternal night you see.

"Although their wishes have been fulfilled, it is a pity that I will never hear those cursing voices again."

There was a strong sense of compassion and regret in his voice, as if this was really a kind of mercy.

Then he looked at Heine.

"It's time for you to ask your third question."

"What did this place look like originally?" Heine asked.

The Mad King was obviously stunned, and his finger stopped in mid-air.

But soon, he returned to normal.

There was a slight buzzing sound in the air, as if a few flying insects were flapping their wings.

But the sound grew louder and louder, and soon it was like a strong wind blowing into a cave full of holes!

Heine detected a hint of madness in the voice, and suddenly realized -

This is not the sound of the wind, this is the laughter of the Mad King!

That's his real laugh!

The scene in front of him changed instantly, and the Mad King seemed to be planning to answer him with practical actions.

The fire, the couch, the kindly skull, all that was gone.

The cabin disappeared, and the forest disappeared under the night.

Just like what Heine saw after he got rid of the illusion, the scene was distorted and torn in the same way.

Those scenes were decomposed into primitive death - or, in other words, the ashes of eternity in the mouth of the Mad King - and they fell like dust.

A pair of huge eyes transformed from dark green flames suddenly illuminated the surroundings.

It just hung in the air, entangled by pale chains coming from four directions, but it did not affect its staring at Heine at all.

"mortal."

The sound was rustling, like rough branches stirring in a plate full of sand, completely different from the masculine voice just now.

"How do you know that all this is still a disguise?"

"Veronica said that the prerequisite for smelting is acceptance, familiarity, and understanding. You don't understand the world we are in now, so you can't bypass the soul defense barrier. In fact, we are all wrong."

Heine looked into those eyes and said calmly:

"You know McCalla very well. At least you know McCalla very well. That cabin and its furnishings gave me such a strong sense of familiarity that I unconsciously relaxed my guard, just like returning home...

"It is in fact a 'home', the most common hunter's lodge around Macalla. Thanks to your words that you know what people are thinking, I suddenly realized this.

"Moreover, the spiritual embers around Deathclaw Mountain are very thin. Obviously, our big move a few days ago also affected this place, which attracted your attention. This is why you were able to spy on the hearts of some Macara people from the outside and obtain this information.

“Now that you have taken off your disguise, let us get to know each other again.

"Hello, Mad King Dickatula, I think you should know my name."