The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Under the silver tree, murloc corpses were scattered all over the hillside, blood gurgling like a stream, and three pack horses lowered their heads, gnawed on the fresh grass, and snorted softly.

Mia looked up at the candlelight in the canopy, and the firelight was reflected in her sluggish and cold eyes.

It stretched out its fingers and tapped the center of its eyebrows, wanting to follow Linde's example and take out the light in its skull. But the broken soul body of the low-level undead can't give birth to a complete inspiration, and it doesn't know how to extract the light in the skull. Doing so is just a futile imitation.

Even so, it still repeats the action over and over again, the index finger, middle finger, and thumb are put together like a bird's beak, lightly tap the center of the eyebrows, and then reach out to the silver tree in the gesture of offering a candle.

The herbivorous packhorse looked up at Mia, moved its hooves, and searched for fresher grass.

The corpses of the murlocs gradually lost their luster, and their souls left their bodies one by one.

These souls should have passed through the etheric plane and the astral plane, drifted to the elemental plane of water, and finally arrived at the hidden kingdom of Bribodup, the mother of the sea.

But the inspiration from the mother of the sea disappeared. Buri Bodup is too busy to take care of himself, and has fully shrunk his influence. The Kou Tao murloc group underground in the Faerun Continent has found that their connection with the Mother of the Sea has become negligible, almost severed.

The souls of the murlocs were attracted by the brilliance of the silver tree and hovered around the trunk, but the silver tree only accepted the quintessential intracranial light, shutting the dead away.

Mia saw the wandering souls. If they could not follow the inspiration in the dark, leave the main material plane, and stay in the world of the living, they would gradually turn into wraiths. Of course, it is more likely that under the shining of the sun, it slowly decomposes and dissipates into the thinking strings that permeate the universe.

"Undead... druid..." Mia muttered in a low voice. Its body was quite alive under the infusion of elemental power. Not only did the blood of the undead flow in its body, but even its brain function had recovered a little. I remember clearly what I saw and heard along the way.

Linde explained the idea of ​​a large group of undead druids, which is the clearest memory of undead Mia.

"Negative energy...blood..."

Mia raised her left hand, followed the end of the thread, and pulled out the suture worm hidden under the skin, and the wound that had healed opened again.

The dark blood of the dead oozed out. Mia moved her steps and walked up to the corpse of a murloc warrior. She stretched out her hand to point the wound at the corpse, and the black blood fell on the corpse and immediately penetrated.

The murloc warrior's soul immediately burrowed back into his broken body like a cat smelling fish.

Under the high-efficiency attack of negative energy, the soul fell and the corpse recovered. The murloc warrior sat up with his head in his hands, and put his head back on his thick neck, but the direction was wrong, with the fish's mouth facing upwards and the fish's eyes facing downwards , but even so, it is still a successfully transformed undead creature.

Mia expressed her happiness for this strange looking companion, and patted the other fish's head, to be precise, patted its chin.

The newborn Kou Tao fishman undead still maintained the lingering religious fanaticism in its soul. It respectfully lay down in front of Mia, crossed its fingers, and prayed reverently.

Mia didn't understand it and just continued to infest the murloc corpses with blood.

One after another, the tattered murloc corpses stood up again. The first thing they did after waking up was to kneel down and pray to Mia.

The murloc high priest, Frog Kunka, slowly recovered. Half of its body and internal organs were smashed into surimi, but the undead didn't care about the damage to the flesh and blood. As long as the fallen souls in the body were not destroyed, they could always return from death again and again. . The lich obtains the ability of immortality by hiding his soul in the soul box.

Frog Kunka looked around and saw fellow murlocs bowing down to a strange human guy. The residual memory in his body made him angry, and he stumbled and cursed in the heavily accented underground lingua franca.

The murloc undead with its head turned upside down came over and knocked Frog Kunka over with a punch. Several strong undead warriors stepped forward and grabbed Frog Kunka's limbs and head, and tore it in different directions, trying to give it a set of insults. God punishes. Although for the undead, this is not painful or itchy.

Mia came back and seriously stopped the actions of her companions.

"Don't, fight...you are all, my spirit..."

Frog Kunka had already lost an arm at this time, lying on the ground looking up at Mia, this undead was solemn and quiet, exuding a "vigorous" natural aura. Frog Kunka sniffed his nose and smelled the smell of depravity and dryness on his body. He believed that this was a divine revelation, so he also prayed to Mia.

With the passing of drops of undead blood, Mia's fresh body gradually withered, her brain lost moisture, and her thinking gradually slipped into nothingness.

"De Lin... the light in the skull... the silver tree..."

Mia slowly moved back to the silver tree, and sat down slumped, her shriveled head drooping, her black hair like dry grass. Dozens of resurrected murlocs surrounded it.

Praise, praise, pray fervently. Serve the gods with broken hearts. This is the Kuu Tao murlocs. Madness is the lingering background of their race, and even death cannot erase it.

During the devout prayers of the murloc souls, Mia's withered eyeballs slowly lit up with gray fire.

Linde and the others returned to the top of the mountain with the murloc egg and newborn in their arms, and saw the scene of the undead worshiping in front of them.

Crazy bones worship the withered statue, and the tree of heavy silver and white candles sheds the light of ancient insight. The sun in the sky is covered by clouds, and only beams of light slant across the sea of ​​the archipelago. The atmosphere is as peaceful as the curtain of the stage of fate.

"Naturally, all spirits, I can't imagine a more blasphemous scene than this." Doric's face was pale, and he folded his arms, like a weak and seriously ill patient, but seeing the scene in front of him, he still couldn't help it. live groaning and lamenting.

A murloc cub in Linde's arms patted him on the cheek, he put his chin against the little bastard, and smiled: "It seems that Mia has followed a different natural path. The undead, it reminds me of the Deadborn in the junction."

Under the golden tree system, all blessed beings will not die.

Marika, Queen of the Junction Land, stripped the death rune from the magic ring, and the abstract concept of death was banned, so there is no undead race.

Until a group of assassins stole the death rune, cast the rules of death into a black knife, and assassinated Malika's eldest son, "Golden" Godwin, making him the first deceased in the golden tree system.

Since the Golden Law is not compatible with death, the Golden Tree continuously injects vitality into Godwin's body. However, the corpse that lost its soul cannot be revived. The Golden Law fell into a contradiction, and a program bug appeared. The vitality of the body is transformed into a curse, and the corpse infected by the curse will become an undead creature.

This is the origin of the Deadborn of the Junction.

The silver tree system has not even set up a framework yet, the godhead [the tower law ring] has not yet been condensed, the divinity [the tower king] is born, and the priesthood [the silver law] is vague.

Linde is considering whether to include the undead into the silver law. This is a very challenging choice. The living and the dead coexist in the same place, which will inevitably lead to disaster. Almost no grass grows in the land of the undead, and the enrichment of negative energy will also lead to life. People get hurt.

If the decision is to contain the undead, they must be kept separate from the living. The so-called letting nature take its course is not feasible. The development of civilization is never the result of letting go. Linde, as the god of law, must have this responsibility.

Doric said softly, "Stop them, I hear the spirits of nature weeping."

Linde put down the murloc in his arms, walked through the crowd of undead, and came to Mia.

The undead murlocs made a threatening sound of clicking, and they slowly stood up, raising their spears.

Mia, who lowered her head, sensed his approach and slowly raised her head.

The horrible and dry cheeks only have a bit of the youthful beauty of life.

It roared in a low voice, and the surrounding murlocs stopped moving.

Linde shook his head slightly, "It's better to stop here, Mia. I promised your parents that I will fix you. If you continue on this path, I can't guess what you will look like."

Mia raised her head, with no expression on her cold cheeks, she just slowly stretched out her hand, tapped between her eyebrows, and took out a gray candle.

Pass it to Linde like offering a treasure. (end of this chapter)