"Whether it died early or not is none of your business."

Melina shook her hand empty.

"Most of the ancient banshees are in seclusion."

"Not really!"

Amelia's voice was as if the volume of the computer was turned up to 100%, and she was coquettish and spoke as if it exploded in her ears.

"We are very statused, and many of us are the managers of the nest."

"It's you, Miss Melina, it's time for you to reflect on yourself!"

"Don't have a bad opinion of the ancient banshee because of some strange people, we are your loyal and good partners, so let's do it, I'll give you a mailbox, you can write to me if you have any troubles!"

Amelia chuckled, her eyes affectionate:

"Any troubles."

…… Melina had a sentence in her heart, 'Auntie can solve any of your troubles, as long as you chat with Auntie'.

A little uncontrollable.

She walked in the direction of Amelia's nest, and the other party did not continue to provoke, and obediently followed.

Amelia's nest is a high-rise settlement-type nest capital, which is simply composed of about a dozen large towers with two to three stories high, and the towers are connected to a closed corridor, which is divided into a planting area, a practice area, and a necromancy area.

There are currently rows of makeshift huts around the nest.

The 'refugees' are pulling the blockade.

Melina almost laughed when she looked at it.

Ordinary residents are fine, and they only need to erect a wall made of resin to be blocked.

Banshee residents need to put one in the front and one in the back, and they have to use wooden boards to fill in the gaps to make sure they are locked up. In order to save trouble, some simply made a box similar to a large cardboard box to lock themselves up and lock them.

"Order! Order! Please queue up in an orderly manner! ”

In the center of these gathering places is the Banshee Rescue Station, which distributes relief meals.

Amelia explains:

"There is an unnatural cold snap near Holheim, and in order to ensure the survival of ordinary people, we have temporarily banned ordinary gatherers from gathering food nearby."

She said softly:

"There is a compensation plan in the follow-up, after all, I made it up."

Although it is said that food is not worth much in this world, it has a large base and everything is expensive. Melina looked at the size of the gathering place, combined with the houses, and the population density, and estimated in her heart that there were about two or three thousand residents here.

The nests in the blockade have been occupied by the awakened undead, and their attitude towards Pamela, who approached with a megaphone, is not like a guest, at least not together, first with a volley of guns and cannons, and then with a round of scattered necromantic magic.

If Pamela is against the dragons, he is definitely not a master.

But against the undead?

After seeing that she was attacked, she immediately took out an electromagnetic acceleration cannon to fight back, and in two clicks, one of the outer walls of the nest capital collapsed, and a bunch of undead were directly collapsed.

"Oops!" Amelia clutched her chest in distress.

Pamela retreated, and the undead was still unconvinced, and shot her another round. And she is also a big heart, and after being provoked, she simply turned around and played a few rounds, directly collapsing a whole section of the closed corridor.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss......" Amelia's eyes were red (already red), and she covered her heart, and she couldn't lift it in one breath.

Pamela was successfully evacuated.

Amelia looked even happier than she was.

The undead also opened the telegram channel and began to type on the public screen and spit incense.

What words like 'I can't kill the banshee dogs' and 'blood stains the mouth of the Holheim'.

However, while the undead and the banshees were scolding, while Pamela's attention was being drawn, a group of clockwork cats sneaked into the occupied nest with their chests held high.

These cats possess amazing social attributes.

Even the undead can talk to them.

Melina opens her personal telegram and sees a message from Clockwork Cat that 'checking LAN terminals'.

These undead are a matter of no concern.

The important thing is to disconnect them from the internet.

If you keep the network unchecked, the undead generated in this area will all be this kind of awakened undead.

As soon as Pamela returned, she began to complain:

"I'm really convinced."

She babbled on and on:

"The undead are really hard to communicate. Last time, our school's electrician's room was occupied by a few wind and thunder elements, and I was able to talk to them and make a promise, and in the end we were able to do things according to decent people. ”

"Those who have died once must be very angry."

Melina said calmly, "If you want to appease them..."

Those who have died once are resentful.

So how many times have you died?

Melina was distracted.

Pamela, who was waiting for her to say something, didn't get a response for a long time, and turned her head suspiciously, seeing Melina's thoughtful expression on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I just remembered a friend and suddenly remembered." Melina closed her eyes and felt the temperature between her eyelids and her eyeballs, a cold sensation that she couldn't get used to. A little disgusting coldness.

She quickly adjusted.

Strip away useless emotions.

There was a look of disgust on his face.

"The easiest way to appease the spirits of the dead is to give them what they want, that is, to fulfill their wishes. However, since this method is too time-consuming and labor-intensive, we generally use the second easiest method. ”

Melina Says:

"We go and bribe the people who manage them. There is only one ritual to be done......"

She quickly came up with a plan:

"As long as the undead are appeased, we cut off the network, and these undead will return to Hades, and then Amelia's good dolls will all return."

Amelia showed a reassuring expression:

"Really? That's great, I don't want to be in front of talking undead all day......"

The summoned undead are generally not a combination of human consciousness, but an industrial product.

It's a little more like a robot.

Enter instructions, consume the old woman's criterion factor, and carry out the work.

"Do you need any space for the ceremony?"

She asked.

"Need a quiet plot, preferably private, preferably magical, preferably..."

Amelia, who couldn't stand being pushed by her many demands, hurriedly said:

"My private plot, not bad, but also quite quiet..."

"Can I go too, then?" Pamela asked.

She had received a commission, or rather an admonition, from Elizabeth before she came.

Although Elizabeth's exact words were 'I'm a little worried about whether Xiaomei will be deceived outside', the clever Pamela has read and understood 5,000 words of possessiveness from this sentence.

Imei is real!

She had to keep an eye out for these goblins who were close to Mei.

She, Pamela, is going to take good care of this home!

Melina glanced at Amelia.

Amelia nodded inexplicably:

"Okay."

(End of chapter)