"This is a corpse witch, the role of a low-level psychicist among undead creatures, the biggest feature is that it can completely retain the thinking and wisdom before death, and there will not be too much loss of memory, and you can prepare rituals in advance to prevent sudden death.

This is the best option for many low-level psionics in the event of an accidental death, but the ritual is still essentially a matter of sorcery, and the creation of a corpse witch requires the help of others.

At least in my memory, there has never been a similar spread of forbidden knowledge in the land of Translasia"

In the area where the smuggler's woodland and the filthy swamp are connected, Lady Trace, who has fixed the culprit who disturbed the woodland in the air with the evil immobilization, can see through the details of the creature in front of her at a glance.

She didn't even need to lift the hood of the other person's head and tail, just the faint rancid smell and the special smell of herbs emanating from this guy's body could tell who it was.

She let go of her fingers and let the Serenade Scepter hang over her shoulder, and took the Scepter of Command that Murphy had handed her.

This thing is a bone artifact, that is, a special psionic magic weapon made of bones, and the appearance is not outstanding, and it is not possible to tell which school the production process of the command scepter belongs to just from its appearance.

Luckily or unfortunately, Tracey traveled across the continent during her long time as a Scarlet Witch.

She was no stranger to the thing in her hand.

Under Murphy's gaze, Tracy chanted very strange language in a hoarse voice, composed of a seven-part incantation, combined with the transformation of the nature of the dark psionic energy, into a more gloomy and ominous death psychic energy injected into it, easily opening the "use limit" hidden in this thing.

That gesture is no harder than opening a lock with a percussion.

With a flick of Tracey, the noisy smuggler's woodland quickly fell silent.

Under the control of her, the elite skeleton army that was besieging the little players immediately entered a state of retreat, and they broke away from the battlefield under the cover of the war fog released by the skeleton mage, and returned to where they should have been.

"I can't help but wonder how much else the legendary Scarlet Witch is capable of that I don't know?"

Murphy asked in a whisper:

"So, what the hell is this?"

"An 'Undead Controller' is based on a poor imitation of the secret art of death mastered by the Moon Priests of the Songhai Empire, and I have visited the Moon Holy City in the Land of Origin in the past, where I have seen the Moon Priests use the 'Scepter of Hades' to control tens of thousands of Pharaoh Janissaries against traitors."

Rather disdainfully, Tracey tossed the command scepter up and down in her hand, and said:

"The one in front of me is not only small in scale, but also can't provide those elite skeleton armies with more bonuses from the death aura of the Hades plane, so it can only be said that it is more than enough than the top. I'm more curious about how this secret art came to be than the craftsmanship of this thing. ”

The Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture stared at the corpse witch in front of her with bewitching eyes, and she asked:

"Where did you learn this death psionic technique? This is not the knowledge that a casual third-rate psyker can grasp, and the priests of the Moon Holy City have a firm grip on these mysteries from the underworld.

I didn't even qualify for their 'Eternal Tranquility' library.

So, there are Songhai people among you rats?

I guess a little deeper, there are some of you who have defected from the Songhai Priest?

Tsk, the power of Dusk is really daunting. ”

"Ah, you said that name! Damn it! You're going to kill us all! ”

The immobilized corpse witch quickly calmed down after the initial panic, and he let out a fearless rebuke and ignored the unsheathed staff and sword in Murphy's hand, seemingly fearless of death.

And that's exactly what happened.

As a special necromantic creature, it will not die again after it has already died once, and the class of the Necrocer has the same special abilities as its superior class, the Lich.

They have something called a "life box" to keep and hide their souls.

For these immortal damned, the decaying body is nothing more than clothes that can be changed at any time, and as long as the life box has not been found, he can continue to wander, no matter how terrifying the opponent he faces.

"I advise you not to be so fearless, Corpse Witch."

Tracey said coldly:

"Even with the protection of the life box, you will suffer irreparable damage to your consciousness and spirit after experiencing a second death, and as the price of immortality, each of your injuries will cause you to lose other precious things.

Memory, Thinking, Reason.

Death is never merciful, and if it doesn't take away your soul, it will take something else as collateral.

You see, I understand you even more than you know yourself, I mean, you'd better be obedient and answer little Murphy's questions!

Otherwise, I have many ways to give you a taste of a more painful end than death, and I hope you don't doubt the 'ingenuity' of a psionic master and brilliant blood torturer in this regard. ”

The corpse witch was silent.

He knew that in a situation where the bottoms were all torn down, no matter how strong it was, it was just a corpse witch after all, not a more powerful lich.

Murphy snorted and sheathed his drawn staff and sword, and he looked up and down at the guy in front of him and saw the somewhat restless skeleton warhorse next to him, which made his eyes light up.

The size of this war horse is a little smaller than that of an ordinary war horse because of the removal of flesh and bones, but this corpse witch has embellished his mount with many artistic details.

For example, brass was used to inlay the head of the war horse for decorative horns, and the skeleton was embellished with carapace to make it look more imposing, with a gloomy oppression characteristic of necromantic creatures.

This skeleton horse is obviously more advanced than the vehicles used by the skeleton cavalry, and it does not collapse when its owner leaves, but can maintain an intact and independent body in place.

"This cool and stylish thing may be a 'special reward' when this big plot is settled? The Season Vehicles that Fight Club prepared for the first phase of the Gladiators could also be replaced with them. ”

A good idea popped into Murphy's mind, and he looked at the corpse witch fixed in the air again, and he suddenly realized that it might create more "value" by keeping it alive than killing the hidden one.

So the vampire lord thought for a moment, and then said to the silent corpse witch:

"I know that servants of stealth forces like you must have a lot of restrictions that prevent you from telling the secrets of the Order, and I met Zweig before, and that guy has a nickname called 'Plague Rat King'.

Do you know him? ”

"Oh, that idiot."

The Witch did not hide his familiarity with Zweig, and said sarcastically in a hoarse and shriveled voice:

"He could have stayed in the swamp and enjoyed his so-called 'eternal' life, but he had to run out to enjoy the prosperity of the world, and I knew when he left that he wouldn't end well. Your Excellency Vampire, I think you seem to be a sensible person, so let's have a discussion.

You don't have to torture me, a poor man, I tell you everything I can say.

And then you let me go, how about it? ”

"That's not going to work."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"All this you did in the Smuggler's Woods has already caused casualties among my warriors, and you must make amends, and besides, wouldn't it be incompetent to let you go like this?

At least a little bit of punishment, right? ”

"Punishment? I've lost the Scepter of Command, and I've made you aware of the secrets hidden in the swamp! These two points alone will be enough for me to suffer a terrible punishment when I return.

My body will be chopped up to feed the hounds, and my consciousness will be thrown into the soul forge and burned for years! ”

The Corpse Witch shouted:

"Those gnolls pestilents aren't easy to get along with, and they drive us more hateful than you can imagine. As I said, I'm not willing to take part in this!

I was dead.

Avalon above, I've been dead for over twenty years.

I thought that the indifference of my soul in Hades was torture, but I did not expect that I would return to this damned world as a cursed dead!

It's not an option for me, two vampire-samates.

I don't ask you to have mercy on me, I just hope you can understand my situation, I am willing to cooperate, anyway, I am not willing to help those gnolls"

The fellow's wail made Murphy blink, he had learned a lot from the fellow's roar, he looked in the direction of the filthy swamp, and said:

"So it was a group of gnolls who woke you up?

And let you toil in the swamp and continue to infiltrate Transasia, since you know Zweig, it means that those gnolls are also servants of Dusk?

Finally, what are you looking for in the swamp? ”

"I can't say, it's something you can't talk about."

The corpse witch shook his head and said:

"It's not that I'm not cooperative, if Zweig dies at your hands, then you should know what will happen if I say something I shouldn't say.

I know that from the enemy's point of view, I deserve to be tortured in any way, but the problem is that it doesn't make much sense, let me live and I can answer more questions from you.

But I'll tell you, I'm not in service of twilight.

I don't have that 'qualification' yet.

I'll tell you that those gnolls are spellcasters who belong to the Biting Bone Clan.

It's not the first day they've been here, I've been awakened in the mud of the swamp three years ago, and when I come back to life in this cursed gesture, the gnolls already have an army of the dead at their disposal.

As for the material

Hehe, the life that the filthy swamp has swallowed in the past few hundred years is an astronomical amount, and four black plagues are enough to spread the bones all over the filthy place to form a white bone avenue.

So they could even pull up an army of skeletons that drowned Transcia if they wanted to, but that wasn't what they wanted.

What do they want to do?

Well, I hope you can think about it, Lord Vampire, this is a filthy swamp!

This is the frontier that the Gnolls have wanted to control for generations, this is the last frontier to civilization, and the fifth Plague is coming!

What do you think they're going to do here? ”

"I've had enough of your Riddler's attitude, I'll send someone into the Filthy Swamp to check it, and you're going to make a map for me."

Murphy leaned on his sword and said:

"You don't even need to go into too much detail, map out the area where your group is moving, and then you can spend the rest of your 'labor reform' life as a captive in the Crimson Keep.

I promise I won't hurt you, but you'd better be nice. ”

"You're crazy!"

The Corpse Witch roared:

"My lifebox is in their hands, they can command me to do a lot of things, and I said I don't want to get involved in the grudge between the gnolls and you!

Can't you just take me like a fart?

What kind of service can a little person like me do for you, even if you hold it in your hands? No! I'm just a corpse witch sent out to do something, my lord.

I wasn't a big guy when I was alive, and I couldn't have made a fortune when I died. ”

"I want this kind of skeleton warhorse!"

Murphy was not polite to the corpse witch, he pointed to the quiet skeleton war horse next to him, and said to the corpse witch:

"You make 500 no, 1000 horses for me, even if your labor transformation is completed, I will set you free anyway, you have eternal life to squander.

Rest assured, I've always lived up to that promise.

By the time you're done, the gnolls who control you have probably been bulldozed by my warriors, and if you behave well, I can even give you back the life box. ”

As he spoke, Murphy glanced at Tracey.

The fact that the Bloodvulture Archduke, who shares his heart, did not stop it shows that Trith is confident that she will be able to control this enemy corpse witch and make it obediently become the artisan labor under Murphy in the Crimson Keep.

With Tracy's assurance, Murphy was no longer worried at all, he took the command scepter that Trass had "unlocked", and asked casually while infiltrating the psionic energy:

"One last question, who you are when you were alive! You just said 'Avalon is above', which proves that you were once an Old Christian?

Died more than twenty years ago, when the old religion was still at its peak, and I wondered, why did you die in the filthy swamp? Were you on any special mission at the time? ”

"I refuse to answer this question, not because I can't but because I don't want to!

This is my private business, oh my God, I have died and been resurrected, I have lost all power to be human, and my memory is the last treasure I have left!

You!

Or anyone!

You don't want to take it away from me!

That's just for me! ”

The corpse witch yelled and refused to answer, and the vivid emotions it displayed were clearly beyond the dead silence of a necromantic creature.

This shows that Murphy's problem really touches this guy's bottom line.

"Take it back."

Murphy said to Tracey:

"Let it get used to the shadowy places of the Vulture Corridor, and then get to work right away, I must have the warhorses that exist as a reward before the Hundred Days of Great Construction is over."

"You're going into the swamp?"

Tracey glanced at Murphy, and she reminded:

"Don't go in yet, no one can say what's going on inside."

"I know, I'll let the gnals go in first to find out."

Murphy played with the Scepter of Command, and said:

"I've learned not to take risks casually, after all, I'm not just carrying my life and life right now, you go back first, I need to meet Hogg.

Also, will those pestilmancers observe our city and secrets through this guy's eyes? ”

"They can, but they can't."

Tracey waved her Serenade Staff to open a rift leading to the Crimson Keep, and she yawned and said:

"At least under my nose, they don't have that ability."

"That's my good girl."

Murphy laughed, only to be glared at by Tracey.

The Grand Duke then departed with his captive, and Murphy patted the quiet skeletal steed, rolled over and pulled the luxurious reins, causing it to turn its head and charge out towards the smuggler's woods.

He wanted to see how his little players were doing.

On the other side, Tracy returns to the Crimson Cloister with the Witch and calls for Adele to send the captive to an underground vault that has just been cleared out and let him work.

Adele came soon.

But upon seeing the corpse witch, she and the corpse witch let out an exclamation at about the same time.

"Adele? You became a vampire? Avalon is on top! ”

"You, Uncle Bella?"

The hoarse and gloomy voice, which still had a familiar tone, made Sister E excited, and quickly stepped forward to take off the hood of the corpse witch covering her face.

When she saw the terrifying face in front of her that was as skinny as a dried corpse, the still familiar facial contours made Lady Adele also let out a sad cry:

"Nope! What did they do to you."

(End of chapter)