The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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Matthew was startled at first when he heard this, but he quickly came to his senses:

"Are you from the Death Clan?"

Pierre nodded, with a look of deep helplessness on his face.

Matthew understood.

The Death Clan is a very special group in the underworld.

They have bodies that are similar to those of living people. Although their bodies are filled with a lot of negative energy, their bodies are not clumsy and bloated like zombies or abominations. This is because the blood in their bodies originates from the direct lineage of the Death God Yeager.

That's right.

The original Death God clan was a special underworld clan created by Yeager.

Members of the Death God clan must worship Jaeger devoutly and call him their father. Only in this way can they continuously obtain the power from Jaeger to maintain their existence in the underworld.

Otherwise, with the characteristics of the Death God clan that are closer to the physical body of the material world, they can easily be transformed into low-end undead spirits such as zombies by the negative energy and necrotic energy of the underworld.

"I heard that after the death of Death God Yeager, most of the Death God clan moved out of the underworld."

"A very few of them went to the Barbarian Peninsula in the material world, and most of them went to the star world."

Matthew asked thoughtfully:

"Did your Death God tribe be taken over by the "Snake of the Deathstroke"? "

Pierre said respectfully:

"You guessed it right."

"My tribe of Death Tribe originally planned to leave the underworld, but before leaving, they were forced by the Deathstroke Snake to take them back to her territory - the Snake Mountain Demonic Domain."

"In order to survive and continue, we have to transfer part of our faith from the God of Death to Felicity."

"She asked us to call her mother and serve her like death."

"In return, she can also give us a blessing similar to the one given by the God of Death. This blessing not only allows us to have a lifespan much longer than that of living beings in the material world, but also allows us to travel freely between body and soul. In the underworld."

"But Felicity's blessing is much weaker than the real God of Death."

"In most cases, it only takes effect in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm. It will become intermittent when leaving the Demon Realm. Therefore, when leaving the Demon Realm, we must travel lightly in the form of souls."

"So, not only is my brand in the hands of the Deathstroke Snake, but my body is actually still in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm..."

Speaking of which.

The look of helplessness on Pierre's face became even more intense.

he told Matthew.

He and most of the tribe don't really serve the Deathstroke Serpent.

They just did it out of necessity.

The Deathstroke Snake certainly understands this.

But she seems to have an unusual enthusiasm for the old things and ministries left by the Death God Yeager.

It's probably the mentality of "I want to have whatever the God of Death once had."

Even if everyone in the Death God Clan is obedient and disobeying.

She only tortured and punished them when she was angry, but she did not kill any members of the Death Clan.

Pierre thinks.

Than kill them.

Perhaps what Felicity wants is to truly conquer them from the soul level.

"She knows we don't like her."

"She even knows that we secretly hate her."

"But she doesn't care."

"She used us as tools to simulate the God of Death. She oppressed us and enslaved us, just like what the God of Death did back then."

"We have no ability to resist."

"She stole the ashes of the God of Death. In the face of that kind of substance, we can only surrender."

"If I could, I'd really like someone to kill the Deathstroke."

"real……"

"Only then can my tribe and I regain our freedom..."

Pierre said a lot in one breath.

You can tell.

He had suppressed these emotions for a long time.

I probably wouldn't dare to show it at all.

"Is this the fundamental reason why those ghost riders are targeting you?"

"In their eyes, you are a member of the Death God clan with a higher status on the surface. You have a body in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm that the undead souls are extremely envious of. You are also Felicity's dependent clan, and theoretically you are closer to her..."

Matthew said thoughtfully.

Pierre smiled bitterly:

"Probably because of this, he has been looking for opportunities to whip me. He knows my hatred for Felicity, and he also knows her special protection for us."

"For ordinary Snake Mountain Undead, we are indeed the existence they dream of, but..."

"Everyone thinks differently."

Matthew nodded.

In the peripheral vision.

A bright white light lit up on the left side.

Lulu jumped up and down in the white light:

"Matthew Matthew!"

"He told the truth!"

Matthew was amused.

He didn't need a "lie detector". He could conclude that Pierre was not lying just by relying on his super mental strength.

But there are definitely reservations.

Matthew thought for a few seconds and suddenly asked:

"So what was the prop that the ghost leader asked you to bring out just now?"

Pierre's face tightened.

After a while.

Then he sighed and said:

"It's "Fly Catcher"..."

Pierre hadn't finished speaking yet.

Lulu shouted in shock:

"Wow!"

"This guy actually has a notorious fly catcher, he's the bad guy!"

Pierre quickly raised his hands:

"I don't!"

"I'm not!"

"In fact, I have secretly destroyed the flycatcher, otherwise when he forced me, I would not choose to throw you away at all costs..."

Lulu puffed out her cheeks angrily.

Still seems unhappy with Pierre.

Matthew lowered his head to learn about it, and then he realized that the so-called "fly catcher" was a catching prop specially made for tiny creatures.

Especially against goblins.

historically.

Including humans, many races have had an indescribable fascination with goblins, tiny, beautiful, dangerous and seductive creatures.

Among them in the era of troll empire.

The high-ranking officials in the empire are even proud to have goblin pets and goblin statues at home.

However, trolls are huge, especially compared to the mini-sized goblins, so it is slightly difficult to catch them with bare hands.

So the giant magicians invented the infamous magic tool, the Fly Catcher.

The original fly catchers were only designed for the size of goblins.

But in the craze of catching fairies generation after generation.

Alchemists or mages of different races are constantly improving the manufacturing process of fly catchers.

To the Age of Enlightenment.

The flycatcher has become almost the goblin's nemesis.

All goblin spells are ineffective against high-level flycatchers.

That period was also the darkest period for the goblins.

Most of them can only huddle in the core area of ​​the Arcane Wilderness, and even dare not go to some demiplanes or secondary planes.

Until later.

After the natural disaster mage was born, Tianlun Palace was exiled, and the gods who were most interested in enslaving goblins lost their power in the world.

at the same time.

Led by influential arcane wilderness forces such as the Feast Inn.

The goblins cooperate with the Seven Saints Alliance.

In one fell swoop, he destroyed all the fly catchers available on the market in Irondor at that time!

It also explicitly stipulates that Alliance mages are not allowed to capture goblins arbitrarily.

After that, the ecology of fairies improved, and they began to return to the stage of the material world one after another.

This is also an important reason why forces such as Feast Pai Hotel have a good relationship with the alliance.

"As far as I know, the production methods and drawings of the Fly Catcher have been destroyed. Even if there are any, they are only kept in the secret archives of the Seven Saints Alliance. Where did the Snake Mountain Demon Realm get the drawings to make these things?"

Matthew instantly thought of the key point.

Pierre sighed:

"In addition to Stuluk Industries, Deathstroke Snakes also maintain close cooperative relationships with many forces."

"Part of it comes from the original source of flycatchers..."

Matthew rolled his eyes:

"Troll Kingdom?"

"Iron Armored City?"

Pierre just nodded and did not dare to continue.

Matthew couldn't help but touch his chin.

This Deathstroke Snake has some abilities, and none of his partners are kind.

Needless to say more about Stuluk Industries.

The Troll Kingdom is also a new force that has suddenly emerged in Irondor in the past six months.

It's a pity that Matthew went to the east several times when he went to the Northland and never got close to the Helen Mountains. Otherwise, he really wanted to see how much the re-emerging troll kingdom is similar to the empire with its glorious history!

"The Troll Kingdom has begun to re-make fly catchers. I'm afraid it's not just about catching a few lone goblins, right?"

Matthew stared at Pierre intently:

"Felicity asked you to take the flycatcher. Does it mean that you want to catch some goblins along the way?"

Pierre admitted again.

Then he pointed nervously behind him at the few white paper boats slowly flowing down from the upper reaches of the River Styx.

There were several little fairies among them!

Lulu gritted her teeth angrily.

She immediately wanted to rush back to the River Styx to bring up the souls of those fairies.

Fortunately, Matthew stopped him in time.

"Feel sorry……"

"After catching three little goblins, I secretly destroyed the fly catcher. I tried my best..."

Pierre's eyes were filled with shame.

Matthew could feel the other party's sincerity and helplessness.

So he patted the other party's shoulder, but his tone was still serious:

"These soldiers of the underworld have captured so many souls who should not have died. I cannot let them go."

"Including these souls above the River Styx, I can't possibly let them go to the Snake Mountain Demon Realm."

While talking.

He threw the lost lantern on the shore again.

Matthew recited a few spells.

The lantern instantly became huge.

It stands on the shore like a beacon guiding the way.

Under the guidance of light.

Most of the ghosts suddenly come to life.

They stared blankly in the direction of the lighthouse, and the white paper boat under them drifted to the shore.

After that, those souls came ashore one after another.

Matthew took them all the way to the hillside.

Here it is.

He skillfully set up tombstones one after another.

These tombstones serve to nourish and protect the soul.

Matthew uses the Lost Lantern to introduce these souls that originally belonged to living people into the tombstones.

Then they were temporarily sealed here.

"That's it for now."

He said to Pierre:

"You stay here and protect the safety of these souls. When I come back, I will arrange your whereabouts."

"I can give these souls a place to live."

"And you..."

"You can decide where to go yourself - in order to make it easier for you to fool the Deathstroke Snake, let's say the name of the person who robbed you is Matthew."

Pierre nodded with complicated eyes:

"I have heard of your name. It is said that you are a close friend of Fan Zijue. It makes sense to intercept these souls."

Matthew gave a few more instructions.

Then get ready to leave.

But at this moment, Pierre suddenly shouted:

"Mr. Matthew, when you said you wanted to give these innocent souls a safe haven, were you referring to the Demonic Realm of Ravenloft?"

Matthew asked rhetorically:

"What do you want to say?"

Pierre gritted his teeth:

"As far as I know, the souls sent to the Ravenloft Demon Realm may only be reduced to cannon fodder. Their situation may be better than that of the Snake Mountain Demon Realm, but it is definitely not much different..."

"Perhaps Viscount Fan is your friend and his reputation in the underworld is much better than that of the Deathstroke Snake, but... the fact is the fact."

"Innocent low-level souls can only become victims in this war in the underworld, no matter which camp they choose."

Matthew nodded slightly:

"Thank you for the reminder."

"But I didn't actually want to give them to Fan Zijue. I did have an agreement with Fan Zijue, but it was about the souls of dead people, and the souls of living people are not included in this. You can rest assured."

Pierre breathed a sigh of relief:

"thank you."

Matthew nodded.

Then turned and left.

Along the way.

Lulu asked quietly in his ear:

"Are you so confident in letting him stay here?"

"There are also the souls in the tombstones. They are the souls of living people. With the support of the tombstones, their thinking will become much clearer and their own ideas will be born..."

"Aren't you afraid that they will run away secretly?"

Matthew gave her a strange look:

"It's their loss if they sneak away, not mine."

Lulu said in surprise:

"But aren't you a necromancer?"

"The soul of a living person should be extremely valuable to you, right?"

"Grass spirits often say that the necromancer sees the soul, but the wild dog on the roadside sees the bones...ah, sorry, I am not targeting you, Matthew."

Matthew was even stranger:

"Is this the first day you met me?"

He looked at Lulu.

The latter looked innocent.

A long while.

She suddenly laughed out loud:

"Who told you to scare me just now!"

Only then did Matthew react—

This little guy was pretending to harm himself unintentionally, just to avenge himself for deliberately letting her fight against the soldiers of the underworld!

"The nature of fairies is indeed naughty!"

"Even Lulu, who has a shy personality, is no exception. Once we get familiar with it, we'll start!"

Matthew chased Lulu all the way and beat her head on.

The two of them arrived at the top of the hillside laughing and playing.

There.

They join forces to lift a heavy curtain.

Fly into the space behind the curtain.

Just for a moment.

Suddenly the sound of a lively market rang in their ears!

Immediately afterwards.

Scenes come into view like scenes in oil paintings——

Neat and clean wooden houses stand on both sides of the road.

A big goblin rushed past the roadside pushing a cart of apples that were taller than both of himself.

The flute player, tied with seven-colored silk and satin, played as he walked.

Behind him were hundreds of colorful snakes and more goblins!

From time to time, portals appeared in the square not far away.

Travelers, merchants, mages, and wanderers wearing all kinds of clothes came out of the portal and quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the town.

It seems that many people are coming from other places.

Matthew put his foot on the solid floor.

The next second.

This voice sounded in his ears:

"Feast Hostel is giving out free food at the cathedral!"

"Everyone, go quickly!"

"If it's too late, it won't be there!"

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