Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 212 Paternity Testing Technique

The strength of the Zanluo people was more terrifying than Heine imagined.

Their population is the permanent population of Greenleaf Town, but they have raised three level five, more than fifty level four, and an unknown number of level three combatants.

In other words, such a Splittoe clan, which was pushed to the easternmost part of the plateau, was enough to sweep across the former McCalla Mountains.

In theory, the current one can also sweep.

But Heine showed no regard for martial ethics and took the initiative to launch a sneak attack.

Secondly, their fighting methods have been figured out by players.

The Third Lai's Noble Phantasm is really awesome, and its decapitation effect is outstanding.

However, even with such thorough preparations, two-thirds of the opponents were shot or killed by the first salvo.

When a hundred local warriors loaded with Yuanling mod faced the remaining soldiers, they still could not achieve no damage.

It can only be said that the monsters in the new map are different.

The Zanluo people's fighting professions are mainly divided into two types, soul priests and ancestral spirit warriors.

Among them, the soul priest has a respected status and enjoys the "level +1" treatment when facing off against the ancestral warriors.

That is to say, a fifth-level soul priest is second only to Ursa, the leader of the Splittoe clan, and even more important than him in some cases.

One aspect is the diversity of priesthoods.

In addition to spell casters, they also have the functions of doctors, psychological counselors, teachers, etc.

This is determined by its originality.

On the other hand, this is a group that once had a magic network.

The magic network that originally covered the Zanluo Plateau was accessed, maintained, and later destroyed by the soul priests.

In other words, they are like the leading self-media in the era of information explosion.

He is a filter of information and an opinion leader, so it is reasonable for his status to be respected.

This is determined by its advanced nature.

The Cleft Toe Clan only has one fifth-level soul priest.

Below level five, priests are called attendants—a title that is distinctly Northland.

The ancestral warriors are "gladiators".

Therefore, level 4 soldiers can only be used as leading soldiers outside mountainous areas.

For example, when Siara brought someone here last time, Ryan Fred, a thirty-year-old migrant worker in the team, was a standard level four soldier trained on the assembly line.

He was sent to a remote town like Godero City because he had no potential.

...

"In other words, you have lost more than half of the strong men in this battle?"

Heine asked with great interest: "Will this have an impact on your clan?"

Farkas glanced at him secretly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Heine was suddenly curious.

After being scared out of his wits by Arthur, this guy became very timid.

Not daring to speak means the answer will offend him in his opinion.

In other words, this won’t break your muscles and bones?

...

Teacher Xia: "I'm so anxious. I really want to tell him directly that Xiong Ba is the cornerstone of this clan."

Zhu Sheep: "You'd better be patient. He can realize this kind of thing by himself, so let's not encourage it."

At this time, Heine frowned and asked, "Are these people not worth mentioning compared to Ursa, the leader of your clan?"

Zhuoyang immediately said: "Look, I said he can do it."

Mr. Sa: "Best regards, Brother Yang!"

Wei Dianyuan: "Best regards, Brother Yang!"

Zhu Sheep: "Yes, yes, my opinion!"

...

Faced with this question, Farkas did not dare to escape at all and nodded immediately.

It's as if admitting it quickly and firmly at this time is equivalent to atonement for oneself.

"Chief Ursa is everything to the clan. Although Carrick and the other three were apparently recruited by the patriarch, they were actually slaves captured by him when they were at level four."

"Abducted? No wonder they all look completely different."

Heine was thoughtful.

Among the three brothers, the one named Carrick is of snake blood, the remaining one is a badger, and the other is a bear.

The clans of the Zanluo people are obviously not united by blood.

"Isn't Ursa worried about their betrayal?" he asked.

Farkas shook his head violently: "No, don't worry. Without the help of the clan leader, they will not be able to summon the ancestors' spirits at all."

"Oh?"

Speaking of this, Heine is no longer sleepy.

"Tell us about the ancestral warriors."

When Farkas heard this, he immediately panicked and fell to his knees with a thump.

"I have undergone the spirit summoning ceremony. I can't say it. If I say it, I will die. I...eh?"

As soon as these words came out, he himself was stunned for the first time.

"I-I'm not dead? Am I okay?"

He touched his face blankly, poked his nostrils with his fingers, and then touched his body randomly. His expression was extremely wonderful.

"Did I really say this??? Great, I'm not dead!"

He yelled excitedly until a slap made of letters slapped him in the face.

"H-I'm sorry...I...I don't know why, but I'm not dead!"

Heine: "You are asked to keep this secret, will you die if you reveal it?"

"Yes!"

Farkas took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and then said:

"Zan Luo people are not born with the ability to communicate with their ancestors. Although those royal orcs brag about themselves like this, I have never seen it.

"Most Zanluo people will participate in the spirit summoning ceremony at the fourth level. This is not only a test for promotion to the fifth level, but also a necessary process..."

...

Zhu Sheang: "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to complain about this setting. The ancestors of Zanluo are very young, so we can shake people. We are players, why?"

Teacher Xia: "You didn't know this, right? The ancestors were indeed a special profession for NPCs at the beginning. Players cannot change professions. They were added after the void disaster."

Zhu Sheep: "I know it was added later, and they also changed the basic setting, saying that after passing the 'trial' and being recognized, you can summon the cyber ancestors. Don't you think this is too forced? ?”

Mr. Sa: "There is one thing that is true. It is the ancestor who is like the flat-headed brother. Brother Wei can't stop pulling him with such force."

Teacher Xia: "Holy shit, is it real or fake? I just broke one..."

Wei Dianyuan was shocked. He almost blurted out, "You can also suck souls," but luckily he held it back.

"How did you break it?" he asked.

...

When Teacher Xia briefly described the battle on the airship, Heine also frowned.

What Farkas said...

very funny.

"...Generally, every time a spirit summoning ceremony is performed, there will be twenty people present. Even if the number of people decreases, they will always be in pairs.

"Then, we will be taken into a cave with incense and a magic circle painted on the ground. As the magic circle is activated, our souls will be dragged into an ancient arena.

"The ancestors are sitting high around, as if there are countless pairs of eyes watching us. We must show our bravery and bloodthirst as much as possible.

"Only half of the people will survive in the end, and the winner is called a 'Gladiator', and his soul is marked, so many ancestral warriors prefer this title.

"Only gladiators are qualified to advance to level five, and through subsequent rituals they can obtain the blessings of their ancestors and the spirits of their ancestors who fight side by side."

Farkas looked down at his hands again and murmured:

"We are sworn to keep these secrets. I have seen a man killed who tried to tell it. He only had time to tell it halfway before his soul was crushed and flowed out from his mouth, nose and eyes, and became a lost soul. Like those who failed in the ritual..."

Heine's heart moved.

The number of people participating in the ceremony must be even, and the ceremony is performed in the Soul Arena.

Those who lose will die, and those who leak the secret will also die, and they will all become lost souls...

Isn't this the beggar's version of the arena array?

Heine: "Are all Level 4 Zanluo people required to participate in the spirit summoning ceremony?"

"How can it be……"

Farkas shook his head: "That is a precious ceremony. The number of places is limited. Only outstanding people can participate."

"So you're a gladiator too?"

"I...I thought I was."

Farkas had a complicated expression, and he didn't know whether to be grateful or ashamed.

"But now... I'm not sure. Maybe the ancestors didn't mark my soul."

"Maybe it's not your fault."

Heine gave him an ambiguous answer, asked someone to take him aside, and motioned to bring up the next prisoner.

Soon, a Zanluo man as strong as an ox with horns on his head was carried up.

He was covered in blood and looked miserable, but in fact these skin injuries were not fatal.

Because their recovery ability was too strong, these three prisoners were handed over to Teacher Xia.

Zanluo Plateau doesn't even have a magic net, so it's a paradise for wanted criminals.

So when a certain wanderer carried seven wanted notices, he hung out here for a long time and developed the ability to deal with his ancestors.

Deboning and cutting tendons, very professional.

Dylan was amazed by the professionalism and deftness of his techniques.

The ancestors only have one or more ancestral spirits than warriors, and there is no difference in the essence of fighting.

So after my muscles and bones were picked and my bones were torn apart, I couldn't move.

This horned man was still very energetic. When he saw Mr. Sa, he cursed in common language:

"Shameless coward! Despicable wild dog! Despicable scoundrel!"

Teacher Xia couldn't help but exclaimed: "Damn it, he knows a lot of words!"

Then study silently.

Heine looked at Mr. Sa curiously:

"What did you do to him?"

Mr. Sa typed calmly:

"It's nothing, he just can't afford to lose."

But behind the scenes he was furious!

"Damn it, he jumped into the air and shook dad out. I don't have all the skills, what else can I do? I'm sure I'll jump up the tree and close the door to let the sheep go! Is there any problem?"

"Close the door to let the sheep go?"

Catching the sheep was confused for a while.

He couldn't tell whether Sa always called him a dog or praised him as his cybernetic father-in-law.

Have the brothers' attack methods evolved like this?

...

Heine didn't give the other party a chance to continue his bad mouth. He asked directly:

"Tell me the details of your participation in the spirit summoning ceremony when you were promoted."

The big man with horns was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly:

"Despicable foreigners, stop dreaming. There is no way you know these secrets! Don't think that you are no longer a country bumpkin if you take refuge with the dwarves and elves. After all, you are just a dog raised by them!"

Heine smiled and ignored his self-righteous suspicion.

"But I already know part of it."

He pointed to Farkas next to him: "He just told me everything."

"Heh... do you believe the words of a coward, a deserter and a liar?"

"Farkas." Heine looked over and said, "Tell me again."

Farkas did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the horned man, so he lowered his head and spoke quickly.

As soon as he spoke, the contempt in the horned man's eyes disappeared.

He instantly remembered the identity of the other party - yes, there seemed to be a young gladiator who looked like this.

First he was angry, then shocked, and finally terrified.

"How could...how could this happen? How could he tell this secret? The ancestors would punish the leaker, he..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly began to tremble violently.

It's like going through a torture!

"Ohhhhhh-"

The blood-soaked gelatinous soul substance gushed out from his mouth and nose.

The room was quiet.

The last time I saw this scene was when Zhen Naga drank the Lost Soul Water.

Soon, the horned man had completely stopped moving.

Heine had already expected this, and he immediately looked at the other two prisoners.

Flathead and Carrick.

They are all awake.

This was specially shown to them by Heine.

Sure enough, the faces of the two "tough guys" showed strong shock.

He is no longer as concerned about death as he was at the beginning.

Heine smiled: "I plan to talk to you two, but not here."

……

A lumberyard in the northern suburbs of Luye Town. This is already Cuiyeting's office in Greenleaf Town. There is a small giant eagle's nest, and next to it is a simple apron specially built for Heine.

In front of the magic circle in the arena, Heine asked the guy with the flat head to lie down on it.

Brother Flathead thought he was going to die, so he raised his neck with great effort:

"I……"

"Don't speak yet, be careful what comes out of your mouth."

Brother Flathead still wanted to struggle, but Teacher Xia went up and stabbed the freshman dagger into his mouth.

As for why the wither dagger is not used...

Ever since he learned that Ms. Delin lived there, his mentality had undergone some changes.

When everything was ready, Heine called on the Yuanling soldiers to work while staring intently.

Through Farkas’ dictation and the tragedy that happened to Brother Niujiao, it has been basically proven that the “soul curse” of the ancestors is determined in this way:

Before level 5, you would die if you leaked secrets on the Zanluo Plateau, but not in the McCalla Mountains.

This is another evidence of the "shielding theory".

After level five, with the shield in effect, Brother Horn died.

The reason can only be due to his "ancestral spirit".

It was this superhuman power with supervisory responsibilities that killed him.

This cannot be blocked.

As for the snake man Carrick, his ancestor's spirit was broken by Heine and Teacher Xia.

As a result, Brother Flathead became the only "complete" individual among the three.

Heine was going to send the other person to the career hall and learn everything he wanted from him.

The Silver Arena appeared, but he was the only one who could see it.

But even so, the flat-headed brother who was in it was still shocked!

He struggled to speak, but was held tightly.

Soon he was speechless.

The rich blood color was stripped from the soul, and the smell of blood filled the entire cave.

This is obviously the power squeezed from Brother Flathead's soul.

But in the eyes of Yuanling soldiers, these are all impurities.

Heine summons the ghost horse, but it says it won't eat this.

"You are really picky about food..."

He had no choice but to use his mental power to compress this power.

But where to receive it?

During the previous separations, there were people on the spot to catch up.

Once was the wind from Saberia, and once was the mental power from Squidward.

Now the preservation of this thing...

Heine simply took out the bottle containing anger and tried to fill it.

Fortunately, the two sides are clearly divided.

A ball of red liquid lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, incompatible with the surrounding black hair.

Soon, this "stripping surgery" was basically over.

This time, the mental energy consumption was extremely high, and Heine was almost drained.

As soon as he drank a bottle of recovery potion, the sudden scene in front of him shocked everyone——

The huge silver soul body exploded, and three illusory silver souls plunged into the magic circle one after another.

Hey guys, triplets?

However, what is even more shocking is that two of the souls look completely different from Brother Pingtou!

The latter is a badger, and the first two are a horse and an ox...

Teacher Xia: "Damn it, the ancestors of human beings...are they still involved in evolution?"

Zhu Sheep: "What kind of evolution is this... I think we should do a paternity test."

Seeing that Heine was about to enter the magic circle, Zhuoyang hurriedly took a step forward:

"I want to go in too"

"And I"

"I"

Wei Dianyuan floated a "+1" in front of Heine.

Heine couldn't laugh or cry:

"Let's go together then."

He asked Todd next to him to keep an eye on the prisoners, and he led the group of guys into the magic circle.

……

Inside the arena.

Three Zanluo people descended from the sky, and Nobita immediately greeted them enthusiastically.

"How are you guys? It's such a coincidence that we die on the same day?"

"Administrator, it's time to change the way you chat."

The head floating nearby joked.

This is the Nazgul of the Flying Ring, the flying Steg who lived in District 88 of Velitas decades ago.

This is obviously a guy who knows how to get things done, and he has become brothers with Nobita.

"Where is this?"

Brother Flathead looked around warily. When he turned around and saw the two people standing behind him, he jumped up in shock!

"Who are you!?"

However, the two souls behaved in a confused manner and just took two steps back in fear without responding.

"It seems that your friends are not as sober as you. Are they from a certain piece of equipment?"

Nobita explained enthusiastically: "But it doesn't matter. They will recover after staying here for a long time. I am the administrator here... Ouch, why are you beating people!?"

Nobita was knocked down by the flat-headed brother with a punch.

The latter is barely at level 4 at this time, and is not as strong as Nobita, but his fighting skills far exceed his opponent's.

Seeing this, Tiger hurriedly shouted, "I'm going to bring in the reinforcements" and ran away.

Seeing that his opponent was so careless, the flat-headed brother became furious and was about to step forward and tear the opponent apart when he was suddenly forced back by an arrow.

More than that, the wind here didn't seem to welcome me for a moment.

The wind in the forest blew from all directions, pushing and holding him in place.

Brother Pingtou shouted: "Who!? If you have the ability, come out and challenge!"

"That's what you said."

An elf walked out of the woods.

It was Saberia who was transferred to Level 4 by Heine after the last conversation.

After reconciling with himself and thus regaining his strength, Jungle Wind did not approach Nobita for debt collection.

Those things are in the past.

And as he became normal, getting along with Nobita became much more normal.

"You came just in time, give him a good beating!"

Nobita immediately ran over and hid behind him.

"Be careful, this Zanluo man is very powerful!"

Saberia twitched the corners of her lips and looked up at the other party.

“Now that you’re here, just be at ease, you’ll never have the chance to leave again.

"If you're polite enough, this guy will not only tell you where this place is, but he'll also build you a house."

The flat-headed brother frowned.

He could see that his opponent was a formidable enemy.

And here... there's weirdness everywhere.

Some strange things gradually appeared in the woods.

Several silver flying heads, and one... what is this? Software monster?

"It's a sweet soul!"

Leyesapo suddenly rushed forward with a strange scream.

These new visitors give it a completely different feeling, and maybe it can suck their power away and let itself escape!

Let me suck it!

However, it ran headlong into a black skeleton that suddenly appeared.

"It's you!?"

Squidward was scared to death.

But before it could escape, Wei Dianyuan raised his hand and used nine leather picks to pull it into a sea urchin.

"What's going on? It looks like there's a fight?"

Mr. Sa couldn't help but wonder: "Do you think this is very similar to how you control Brother Flathead?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Indeed, then the question is, how did Teacher Xia break it?"

Teacher Xia: "I don't know, Heine is just talking."

Catching Sheep: "Stop playing around now and get down to business."

They communicated secretly, but it was different in the eyes of Brother Flathead.

Four skeletons suddenly appeared, and then all walked toward him.

Brother Pingtou immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

He habitually looked at the cows and horses behind him.

The courage I had just mentioned dissipated instantly.

No, where are my father and grandfather?

At this time, Heine's voice sounded in his heart.

"Why do your two 'ancestors' look like this?"

The skeleton also stopped.

Brother Flathead was shocked: "You...who are you? What do you mean?"

Heine: "I am the master here. Here, you don't have to worry about being killed by the rules after leaking the secret, because you are already dead."

Brother Flathead remained silent.

Although I had already guessed it, I was still a little reluctant.

"Are you also a soul priest?" he asked.

"Why did you say that?"

"The feeling before I died... was very similar to the spirit summoning ceremony, but then we were summoned into a gladiatorial arena, not such a forest."

"Well...Actually, this is also a gladiatorial arena. Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. Look back at your 'ancestral spirits'. Do you know them?"

Brother Flathead looked back at the pair of cows and horses.

He himself has a thick and long neck, and this horse-like long-haired Zanluo man is even thicker than his neck.

There are many centaurs and deer people on the plateau, but most of them are centaurs.

Something like this with two legs...

and many more!

He suddenly recalled that on the day he participated in the spirit summoning ceremony, the number of people was an odd number, so he had to face two enemies alone...

Aren’t the extra ones just these two guys?

His heart sank, and he immediately looked at the guy with horns next to him.

A broken horn...

"No...impossible. What I summoned was obviously my father and grandfather. How could it be these two people? They were losers who were killed by me. How could it be them!?"

The flat-headed brother roared in collapse and grabbed the horned man's neck.

As for the centaur... his neck was too thick for him to hold.

But when he shouted, everyone knew it.

Everyone present had heard of the ancestral spirit warriors of Zanluo, and they all fell into deep thought.

Mr. Sa: "What do you mean? The ancestors summoned by the ancestors are all fakes. Can the genealogy be mistakenly recognized?"

Zhu Sheep: "But in this way, the player's ancestors are more reasonable. There is also an explanation on the forum that the so-called ancestors are imagined by the ancestors themselves. For example, the father's words are the father in his memory, so the more he talks, the more he speaks. The less.”

Teacher Xia: "Huh? Aren't the ethical jokes of our ancestors all funny?"

Mr. Sa: "Your focus is a bit strange, but I have indeed heard that the higher the seniority, the worse the memory."

While everyone was talking openly or secretly, Brother Flathead finally regained his composure.

Rather than recovering, it would be better to say that my heart is dead.

"Are you still there?" he asked.

Heine: "What do you want to say?"

"I will tell you the beginning and end of the spirit summoning ceremony, but before that, you must first deal with the threat from the plateau.

"I don't want to tell my secret to a dead man. I also want to get your answer."

Heine asked curiously: "Aren't these one hundred people all your riders?"

"Yes, but we also have the patriarch Ursa, who will come in person."

Heine was surprised: "Does he have a mount?"

Flathead Brother: "No, but we have the gliders we snatched from the dwarves. If he is determined to come, none of you can stop him. Whether you have defected to the dwarves or the elves, go and get reinforcements." "

This is indeed a problem.

Heine frowned, the plan came from his heart.

He sent a group message to four skeletons.

"Can you handle Ursa?"

　My work schedule is indeed normal, but when I wake up my brain seems not to be awake, and my efficiency is very poor. But I am finally getting better. I will try to update before 6 pm tomorrow!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)