Something's wrong with my undead

Seeing that Alpite withstood the impact of the information, Loulton became even more satisfied with this employee.

So he asked, "I heard that similar heroic spirits are widely present in the Eternal Dawn?"

The former arbitrator frowned slightly and realized the seriousness of the problem.

yes……

Since this heroic spirit with bird characteristics is the spirit of the ancestors of the Zanluo people, why is it so widely found in the holy tombs of the Luku people?

Whose ancestors are they worshipping?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Xiao Bei hurriedly comforted him: "Lord Albite, it's okay. The ancestral spirits of the Zanluo people may not be their ancestors."

"what?"

Albite was shocked, why were there wild dads everywhere?

"No, what I mean is that the ancestral spirits in them may not be blood relatives, but may be someone else's." Xiao Bei explained.

It would have been better if he didn't explain, but after hearing this, Alpite became even more curious.

How can we recognize our ancestors randomly?

Loulton: "That's not the point. The point is, do you know where those souls come from?"

This is also a question that Heine is concerned about.

Ever since he realized that there were a large number of ancestral spirits among the heroes of Eternal Dawn, he had a question.

——What caused the ancestral spirits to be stolen from the cage of the sanctuary and transported to the Luku Plain thousands of miles away?

There is a Shadow Temple between them!

In the past, it could be speculated that he had smuggled in from McCalla, but now this possibility has been ruled out.

The players don't know this either.

Or maybe they know too little about this aspect.

Alpite thought about it carefully and shook his head.

"I haven't thought about this question. I'm afraid only some regional bishops would know."

"It's okay. It's not important."

Loudon asked this question out of habit.

As the information on the player's side collides with the current state of the world, more and more contradictions and doubts arise, so whenever an important native involved in this topic joins Macara, he will be asked about it.

It doesn’t matter whether there is an answer or not. After being asked, the person who doesn’t have an answer will also be puzzled.

When he has the chance later, he will pass on his confusion to the next person.

If you keep expanding like this, you will get the answer sooner or later.

For example, you see, Alpite is completely confused right now.

Loulton was more satisfied with the current situation.

He then got to the point:

“Once your soul gradually recovers, you can apply for an activation code and officially join Macara.

"We don't have any knowledge requirements for ordinary Macara people, but as a member of the 'Copyright Institute', you must meet some basic conditions. Bedivere will tell you about this before contacting MyKara.

“Also, there is something I must tell you. I mentioned before that heroic spirits are also undead, so their existence itself means torture to the soul, but the groans of pain are covered by the dazzling holy light.

"If you want to rescue those former paladins, you might want to read more information on psychics. We may be able to help them regain their freedom, then age slowly over time, and finally face true 'death' once again."

After saying this, he left, taking away the souls that served as teaching aids.

Alpite was silent for a long time before looking at Bedivere.

"Let's get to work."

……

……

Delmines.

Another battle in the other world ended in a flash. Although he had seen it many times, Savia was still amazed by the tactical coordination of these "top combat puppets".

How did they train?

"The patrol team in the area has been eliminated. The mission is complete."

Da Huang, who didn't use any skills in this battle, came to take credit with a mission report on his head.

Savia smiled and said:

"Thank you. My temporary shelter is finally safe now! However, if we want to go deeper into Ogas, we still need to prepare a force field generator to block the evil spirits' perception. As far as I know, the latest batch of related materials is in the warehouse near the western sentry tower. I have to trouble you again this time."

"Instructions received."

Dahuang turned around and left with his brothers.

He left cleanly and without any delay.

For so many days, they have been running around like this. Today they are helping him collect some supplies to maintain his soul, and tomorrow they are blocking a patrol to avoid being exposed. They have long been used to it.

And the days passed as if I were back in the game.

So I am very skilled.

Don’t ask, just do it!

As he watched the floating city go away, Saviya couldn't help but think:

"I think it's about time to confirm it, right? Apart from puppets, there's no way anyone would be so patient and willing to be ordered around like this. If I drag it out any further, I'll look like a liar with nothing in my mind."

Ever since he broke up with the players last time, he had been wondering if he might have been deceived.

So he was always on guard when they met again.

But after spending so many days together, his guard became weaker and weaker, and he even felt that he was doing something meaningless.

Thinking of this, he made the final decision.

When these guys come back, they will try to break through the defenses of this castle.

After all, this has always been his long-cherished wish.

If I miss this opportunity, who knows how long I will have to wait?

...

On the other side, in the floating city.

Savia's worries were completely unnecessary. God knows how much the players enjoyed this long-lost errand.

Wei Dianyuan: "Damn, it's so cool to have a floating city to run missions, but it's a pity that I came here before I could enjoy it."

Teacher Xia: "And is this guy pretending to be an NPC to deceive people for the first time? His acting skills are too immature, and his reputation is rising too fast. I am a little uncomfortable with it."

President Sa: "That's not the case. We are just too efficient. Think about it. When we were doing the mission, we had to hide among the monsters in the Weeping Road. The straight-line distance on the small map was 100 meters, and we had to go several kilometers to find the way. This time we flew, so you should thank me, President Yu!"

Wei Dian Yuan: "Indeed, Mr. Yu has put in so much effort. What's wrong with just hanging up while killing monsters? Can't you enjoy yourself?"

Teacher Xia: "What are you talking about! Mr. Yu is worried that the brothers will be too stressed and their skills will be neglected, so he is giving you a chance to practice!"

The floating city shook violently, and the three of them were startled.

Teacher Xia: "Damn it, Gou Tuan, if you have any opinions, just say it directly, don't fight back like that!"

Da Huang: "I was just jumping around for no reason, what's it to you? Keep talking, I'm listening."

Teacher Xia: "It's broken, why don't you overload it?"

President Sa: "He was running in a straight line in a wide open space with no one around him. Can this be considered an overload?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Da Huang suddenly exclaimed, "Fuck, what the hell is this?"

Then it hit something with a "bang".

The three of them jumped to the terrace in tacit understanding at the first opportunity.

Then, they saw a retro-style ghost airship appear in sight.

Dahuang's body was directly embedded in the jelly-like hull.

But because the latter is so huge, it looks like a black stone the size of an egg embedded in the 24-inch monitor.

There was a roar from the boat, and dozens of dark green figures flew into the air and surrounded this side.

Some of them had wings, some rode mounts, and some held weapons in their mouths. They used their hands and feet to climb over the hull, as nimble as spiders.

The three people standing on the terrace were all a little confused as they looked at their opponents approaching quickly.

Teacher Xia: "No, why are there Zanluo people in this place???"