All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Under the silver tree, the corpses of fishmen were scattered all over the hillside, with blood gurgling like a stream. The three packhorses lowered their heads and gnawed on the fresh grass, snoring 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 finger and tapped the center of its brow, trying to imitate Linde and take out the light from the skull. However, the broken soul body of the low-level undead cannot breed complete inspiration, and it does not know how to extract the light from the skull. This is just a futile imitation.

Even so, it still repeated the action over and over again, placing its index finger, middle finger, and thumb together like a bird's beak, tapping the center of its eyebrows, and then reaching out to the silver tree in the gesture of offering a candle.

The herbivorous packhorse looked up at Mia and moved its hooves to pursue 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. Bribodup was too busy taking care of himself and had completely reduced his influence. The Kuo-Tao fish people underground in the Faerûn continent found that their connection with the Mother of the Sea had become vague and 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 thread, and pulled out the sutures hidden under the skin. The originally healed wound 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 efficient invasion of negative energy, the soul fell and the corpse revived. The fish-man warrior sat up with his head in his hands and put his head back on his thick neck, but in the wrong direction, with the fish's mouth facing up and the fish's eyes facing down. , but even so, it is still a successfully transformed undead creature.

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

The newly born Kuo-Toa undead still maintained the lingering religious fanaticism in its soul. It lay respectfully in front of Mia, crossed its fingers, and prayed devoutly.

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

One after another, the tattered fish-man corpses stood up again. The first thing they did after reviving was to kneel down and pray to Mia.

The fish-man high priest Frog Kunka slowly revived. Half of its body and internal organs were smashed into surimi, but the undead did not care about the damage to the flesh and blood. As long as the corrupted souls in the body are immortal, they can always come back from death again and again. . Liches gain immortality by hiding their souls in soul boxes.

Frog Kunka looked around and saw fellow fishmen kneeling before a strange human guy. The remaining memory in his body made him angry, and he stumbled and cursed in the underground common language with a thick accent.

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 Kunca had lost an arm at this time, lying on the ground and looking up at Mia. This dead spirit was solemn and peaceful, exuding a "vibrant" natural aura. Frog Kunka sniffed his nose and smelled the degenerate and dry smell on his body. He decided that this was a divine revelation, so he also prayed to Mia.

As the blood of the undead passed by drop by drop, Mia's living body gradually withered and withered, her brain lost moisture, and its 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 withered head lowered and her black hair like dry grass. It was surrounded by dozens of resurrected murloc undead.

Praise, praise, pray fervently. Serve the gods with your broken heart. This is the Kuo-Toa. Madness is the lingering background of their race, and even death cannot erase it.

Amidst the devout prayers of the undead fishmen, Mia's dry eyeballs slowly lit up with gray fire.

Linde and the three of them returned to the top of the mountain carrying the fish-man eggs and newborns, 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 fishman cub in Lind's arms patted his cheek. He pressed his chin against the little bastard and said with a smile: "It seems that Mia has embarked on a unique natural path. Under the sacred tree The undead ones remind me of the undead ones in the border area."

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 runes, cast the rules of death into black knives, and assassinated Malika's eldest son, "Golden" Godwin, making him the first person to die in the golden tree system.

Since the Golden Law is incompatible with death, the Golden Tree continuously injects vitality into Godwin's corpse. However, the body that has lost its soul cannot be resurrected. The Golden Law falls into a contradiction and a program bug appears. Godwin's corpse continues to swell and the Golden Tree The vitality is converted into a curse, and the corpse infected by the curse will become an undead creature.

This is the origin of the Deadborn in the Junction.

The Silver Tree system has not yet established a framework, the Godhead [Tower Ring] has not yet been condensed, the divinity [Tower King] has just been born, and the priesthood [Silver Law] is unclear.

Linde is considering whether to incorporate the undead into the Silver Law. This is a very challenging choice. The living and the dead coexisting in the same place will inevitably lead to disaster. The land of the undead is almost barren, and the accumulation of negative energy will also lead to life and death. People get hurt.

If the decision is made to contain the dead, they must be isolated from the living. The so-called letting nature take its course is not feasible. The development of civilization is never the result of letting nature take its course. As the God of Law, Linde must have this responsibility.

Doric whispered: "Stop them quickly, I hear the spirits of nature crying."

Lind put down the fishman in his arms, walked through the undead group, and came to Mia.

The undead fishmen made a threatening sound, and they slowly stood up and raised their spears.

Mia, who had her head lowered, noticed his arrival 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 undead fishmen around it stopped moving.

Linde shook his head slightly, "Why don't we stop here, Mia. I promised your parents that I will fix you up. If you continue on this path, I can't guess what you will become."

Mia raised her head, her cold face expressionless. She just slowly stretched out her hand, tapped between her eyebrows, and took out a gray candle.

He handed it to Linde as if he were offering a treasure.