Something's wrong with my undead

Soon, Heine used the same method to obtain similar things from two other necromancers.

Mission progress 3/6.

This means that he has mastered half of the magic circle.

But unfortunately, even if the remaining three people tried their best, their work had already been completed, and he had no chance to continue to learn from them.

However, these gains are already considerable.

He was not just collecting information simply, but analyzing the principles and structure of the magic array in his mind at the same time. This was also the reason why he was setting up the magic array faster and faster later on.

The technology tree of the underworld and the spirit technology are essentially one and the same. After all, they all drive the spirit or the underworld to achieve their goals.

However, the magic array in the underworld does not need to consider being responsible to the spirits, and there are no energy supply, rotation, repair and other modules in the magic array structure.

It's like a factory with no staff dormitories, no showers, no activity rooms, or even no canteen or toilets, but instead every piece of land is used to build production workshops.

This is not a factory, even a concentration camp is more humane than this.

After figuring out this characteristic, Heine basically understood this magic circle.

While others would carefully arrange things according to the given drawings, he could just fill in the blanks based on his own calculations and check them when he had time.

After exerting extremely strong subjective initiative, efficiency will naturally be much higher.

When Hilda came out of a nearby building, she was surprised to see the reinforced portal.

"Why so fast?"

Her gaze swept across the few people with paranoid looks and soon fell on Heine.

"You did it?"

"It's everyone's credit," Heine said modestly.

Hilda rolled her eyes and sneered, "I don't know what level they are at. It's like a dream to expect them to suddenly improve their work efficiency."

She looked at the different areas of the magic circle with great interest, and clearly noticed that almost half of the areas had been fine-tuned to become more compact, or smoother.

For the necromancer who is only concerned with completing the task, this work is like asking someone who does not understand Chinese to trace Chinese characters stroke by stroke from a copybook. It is essentially a drawing game.

But for someone who knows the stroke order and font structure, all he has to do is imitate the style of the copybook as much as possible, so the structure appears very reasonable and at the same time has a hint of personal style.

Hilda's surprise grew stronger.

This kid might be a genius!

She couldn't help but think of another possibility - the reason why Gittier of McCala was reluctant to kill him was because he was also watching and waiting for an opportunity to subdue him.

I heard that those guys have enough knowledge about the underworld, and have even invented some novel spells. Isn't it obvious that they are stealing knowledge from the underworld?

Meanwhile, Heine was observing Hilda.

Seeing that the other party did not show any dissatisfaction or suspicion, he decided to take the initiative.

"There are still some things I don't understand about this magic circle..."

"What's wrong with you?" asked Hilda.

Heine then pointed to the half of the area that was not under his control and said: "I think there is a possibility of simplifying this part of the stable structure, which does not seem to be the optimal solution."

Hilda raised her eyebrows and her eyes sharpened.

If it was another question, she might not answer it because it was not something the other party should know at the moment.

But now she is the one who has improved the portal stabilization array, which is tantamount to questioning her ability.

She couldn't stand this.

“What do you think is the best solution?”

Ha, you’ve taken the bait!

Heine was delighted, but he remained calm and gave a flawed hypothesis.

The suggestions he put forward were of the type that "seemed to be thoughtful, but seemed fanciful because their foundations were not solid."

This was right in Hilda's sweet spot - she loved training this kind of "genius" who had high aspirations but low skills and looked down on everyone.

Moreover, the weak foundation is consistent with Gray's experience of changing career path.

Sure enough, Hilda's eyes lit up when she heard this idea, but she quickly refuted it.

After scolding Heine, she seemed to be still unsatisfied and continued to talk about the basic knowledge, repeatedly using the magic circle in front of her as an example.

With the on-site guidance of a famous teacher, Heine immediately gained a lot, which was equivalent to indirectly filling in the missing half of the magic circle.

Finally, he pretended to be enlightened and said, "...It seems that I underestimated the control function of these withered nodes on the ghost spirits."

"if not?"

Hilda crossed her arms and said with 94% sarcasm, % disdain and % pride: "These withered seeds are my most proud work. They are the combination of Veritas magic technology and necromancy. With the arrogant personalities of those mages, would they lower themselves to study necromancy?"

"I agree with you."

Heine echoed.

Hilda was very satisfied with his answer. She seemed to think that after so much talk, the two of them had become close enough, so she asked:

"I heard that Melvin went to McCalla. How does she look? Do you have any news about her besides the incident with Lothian?"

"I'm sorry, that lady is of high status and is always escorted when she travels. I can't get close to her and can only watch from afar, so there is no further news."

"Humph, she's still putting on airs even when she's in the countryside. She's really worthy of being called that." Hilda said disdainfully.

Heine heard a hint of envy and jealousy in it.

He changed the subject and continued, "But her son William Cummings is quite easy-going. I often see him hanging out with a Cornu man, and he gets along well with the locals of McCalla. He doesn't look down on them for being country bumpkins."

"Red? A new staff member of the Basque Chamber of Commerce. Many people say he is a capable guy."

Hilda thought.

"Help me keep an eye on her. Tell me if there's any movement."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand and summoned her own ghost, which was the prototype of myKara.

Then he looked at Heine.

The latter immediately understood that this was the rhythm of adding friends!

So he pretended to be surprised:

"You...what do you mean?"

Hilda slapped her forehead and said, "I was so confused that I forgot that you haven't been promoted yet. Summon your ghost and I will help you improve its function."

Heine's heart sank and his eyes became subtle.

After first getting it from Collins, he first completed the purification of it before conducting research.

If we summon it now, wouldn't that be a huge exposure?

He thought about it, used spiritual embers to wrap the ghost into a black ball, and looked at the other party vigilantly.

Hilda frowned. "What does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hilda, this thing is related to my hidden means in Macara, I dare not let it be tainted with the breath of the underworld."

After a pause, Heine resisted, "Besides... since it concerns the soul, I dare not let it go completely to you to cast a spell."

"Ah, forget it."

Hilda was too lazy to teach him, so she gave up the idea of ​​doing it herself. Instead, she pulled out a gray cyclone from the ghost and handed it to Heine.

Heine accepted "sharing" very skillfully.

After reading the information, he suddenly realized——

So this is how the "friend position" in the underworld is implemented?

Unlike Macara, who nowadays has to use a "base station" for all communications, namely large nature spirits like Quilkus, Berio, and Sanji, communication with friends in the underworld is simply ultra-long-distance communication.

What they relied on was naturally the ghost spirits that they could use at will without paying any price - referring to the micro units that made up the sky, the earth and the magic network, rather than the big guy in the hands of the two men.

However, in order to improve efficiency, they made "hysterical" improvements to the communication technique, reducing the original cost to an outrageous level. In this way, even if the ghosts were reluctant to slack off, the minimum efficiency was within the acceptable range for normal people.

McCalla naturally couldn't copy it directly, but this improved ultra-long-distance communication technique could be used as a reference.

Heine roughly estimated that if it was from Veritas to Mackala, the cost would be about 100 bytes per No. 3 charging stone.

This cost is about 160 times that of normal communication, which can be said to be quite expensive.

However, it does not rely on the expansion of the MacAlari world, nor does it require a dedicated line, making it just right for ace agents like Duoduo who travel alone to Veritas!

In such a short period of time, several technology points were added for no reason. Heine really wanted to pick up Hilda and shake her to see what good things she could drop.

But he also knows when to quit.

After noting down the other party's friend status, he cautiously did not disturb him again. Instead, he quietly maintained the operation of the portal like other necromancers, watching the undead creatures pour into the real world like waves.

This work was boring, and Heine soon continued to study the new knowledge he had just acquired.

But soon, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange incident.

He saw green experience balls floating out against the portal, pouring into his body in large pieces...

Scalding, scorching.

It turns out that these feelings do not come from the body, but from the soul.

Heine endured it while looking around nervously.

He was always worried that other people would see this...

But it was obvious that his worries were unnecessary, as no one had been able to see the experience balls like he could so far - except the Root.

Through these experiences, he could roughly guess the battle situation outside. The players had already entered the battlefield and were reaping the harvest like crazy.

"It seems that Delmines' situation is not too bad..."

Heine thought to himself.

……

"Wuhu!! This is so cool!"

Standing on top of the floating city, President Sa fired randomly at the surroundings while shouting excitedly.

The floating city was moving at a rapid speed, and the surrounding undead creatures were often killed by arrows before they could even see what the hell was flying over. God knew how the Shaman always managed to lock on to his targets.

In fact, if it were just that it wouldn't be fun enough. The key point is that Teacher Xia can only stay around him and help him deal with some monsters that were missed or hit on the flight trajectory. Just listening to his helpless rage and sarcasm is enough to make Mr. Sa feel happy.

such as--

Teacher Xia: "Yes, yes, it's so cool. I've only encountered four monsters so far, and two of them are fucking corpses!"

Mr. Sa: "It's okay, brother. I'll give you 40% of my output. Is that okay?"

Teacher Xia: "Wow, Mr. Sa, you are so generous. You actually gave me 40%. Should I thank you?"

As he was speaking, a dark-blood bat possessed by an evil spirit rushed towards Mr. Sa.

Because it was an encounter battle and the speed was too fast, Mr. Sa was busy locking onto other targets and had no time to dodge.

Swish!

With a flash of black light from the Dark Strike, the half-human-high Dark Blood Bat was cut in half. The body was split into two right in front of President Sa and flew quickly to the left and right sides.

After such a frightening moment, Mr. Sa said as if nothing had happened: "No, for example, you should thank me for what happened just now. I was planning to hide."

Teacher Xia: "Thank you, brother. Thank you so much! If you hadn't been so kind, I would still be picking my teeth with a dagger."

Mr. Sa: "Look at the bright side, at least you still have the strange touch, but what about Brother Wei? Brother Wei can only play by himself."

After hearing the conversation between the two, Wei Dianyuan below felt unhappy.

"No, why are you still talking about me? If you keep talking about me, I will stop."

The two of them immediately made the same sound.

"No, no, no, thank you, Brother Wei, for your hard work in burning the boiler!"

After the explosion in the core area of ​​Delmines, not only was the inner world destroyed, but the innermost three layers of rock walls in the real world were also completely blown away, leaving a huge cavity.

There is a long and narrow crack in the center of the cavity, as if a spindle-shaped crack had been cut in the space.

The blinding pale light enveloped the outline of the crack, burning into a twisted flame, but also illuminated the originally dark space around it.

There is no place to stand in this bright cavity. Countless undead creatures are flying and rushing in all directions.

The Nice reconnaissance team was terrified when they saw this hellish scene for the first time. If it weren't for the aunt who took the reconnaissance team away immediately, they would probably have become experience sent back to Heine.

The Nessians currently have no experience dealing with a tide of the undead - even on a small scale.

So the player naturally took over all responsibilities including vanguard, reconnaissance, tank, output, and containment.

"We'll give you a sample first, and you guys set up your defenses first."

Then four people rushed in.

But unlike previous outings where he would just rush into a pile of monsters and kill them indiscriminately, this time Wei Dianyuan had to go at full speed to speed up Dahuang and ensure that he always maintained the highest speed.

The reason they flew so fast was that after seeing the scale of the rift, they were worried that the other party had hidden trap creatures such as Nether Tendrils in the air.

Once you are entangled by the tendrils and slowed down, or forced to stop, you will inevitably be submerged by the monster.

Only by being fast enough so that the tendrils have no time to react can we avoid defeat.

In addition, Dahuang is not just running around aimlessly like a donkey pulling a millstone. He is looking for the enemy's leader creature and then waiting for an opportunity to launch a decapitation operation.

Only in this way can you lock your opponent's hatred firmly on yourself.

This is also the reason why Teacher Xia stayed on the top of the floating city instead of the terrace. In addition to temporarily assisting President Sa, he was also waiting for a perfect opportunity.

However, what was strange was that they had flown around here several times, but had not seen the so-called leader, nor were there any elite creatures gathering in groups.

This shouldn't be the case. This is the first large-scale invasion of undead and the situation is very favorable. How could they be so cautious?

Suddenly, while trying to get closer to the rift, Teacher Xia saw a strange scene.

The pale flames around the cracks were fluctuating all the time, making people dizzy, but at a certain moment just now, he seemed to see completely symmetrical flame fluctuations in the air.

How could there be two flames that are exactly the same?

Teacher Xia asked in surprise: "Mirror barrier?"

Wei Dianyuan: "What the hell? Is there a lich?"

Mirror barrier is a camouflage spell commonly used by liches. It is to construct six or more mirrors that can filter perception to wrap up the lich, and then with the help of illusion effects, it can achieve the effect of double invisibility.

What surprised them was not the mirror barrier, but the fact that this invasion was led by a lich...

It's like when Zhuge Liang was the vanguard during the Three Kingdoms War, he took the lead to challenge the enemy generals. There is a strange sense of dislocation.

Mr. Sa: "What should I do? Should I open this blind box or not?"

God knows how many monsters are hidden under the mirror.

They have been flying for so long, what if there are a bunch of Nether Tendrils hidden underneath?

Teacher Xia: "Da Huang, speak up! Make a sound!"

Wei Dianyuan also shouted: "Da Huang, speak up, stop flying!"

The three of them took turns shouting, and finally woke Da Huang, who was concentrating on flying, up from his focused state.

Da Huang: "What, what, what? What's wrong?"

He took the initiative to fly away from the area to reduce the pressure.

After Teacher Xia’s explanation, Dahuang understood the current situation.

Da Huang pondered for a moment and said, "The lich is the vanguard, most likely he intends to manage this stronghold seriously. In other words, although the rift is large in scale and high in level, it is an accidental situation and they don't have any prepared manpower, so they have to hide and build a stronghold first... If this is the case, we can let my aunt lead the attack, but we have to confirm it first.

"How about... dropping you over there first to scout the way?"