What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 361. The Undying Spring and the Undead

In the following time, Kroya immediately carried out a "horrific" modification on the Skeleton King—carving levitation runes on its skeleton and adding collected wind spirit feathers...

The once imposing dark gold skeleton king instantly transformed into a "mage" with wings, capable of flying in the sky, and dressed in an elegant and exquisite robe.

—Of course, the most important thing is its size.

After being modified, it expanded several times and could freely change its size. It could easily have some comfortable seats and sofas installed on its back. Of course, Kroya wouldn't treat himself badly, so he sat down directly and then gestured for it to move forward quickly.

"Let's go."

"You must have something special about you to have such a large territory within the sphere of influence of the Goddess of the Underworld."

"The goddess promised me long ago that she could give me any territory I set my sights on. I won't treat you badly, as long as you listen to her."

What he said was true. During that time, the goddess of the underworld, Kreha, spent every day with Teacher Miya, kneading wool and reminiscing about many things from the past. Those precious memories are rare for a deity.

Moreover, the goddess of the underworld originally planned to make a fortune in this underworld region formed at the intersection of the Zemurian continent and other planes before moving into the astral plane to develop her career.

He was very grateful to Chloe, so He promised Chloe that as long as he went to the underworld, he could occupy any place he wanted and no one would dare to take it away—if it was His territory, He could occupy it at will.

Of course, Kroya will not simply occupy some truly valuable areas. Although his words sound good, there are still some things to be careful about.

"what!"

"Goddess-sama!"

When the Skeleton King heard that this mage was actually related to the goddess of the underworld, his bones almost went limp. He immediately became obedient and took her as his mount, flying over his territory.

One dares not have any extra thoughts, for the suppression from those in power is exceptionally harsh in the world of the dead.

They were even more hierarchical than the nobility.

Kroa sat on the Skeleton King, leaning against a comfortable cushion, with the sunflower acting as a "mini sun" to release warmth, and the living weapons that hadn't returned yet acting as escorts, making her extremely comfortable.

He looked down at the gloomy underworld and chatted with the sunflower: "Do you know what the underworld needs as its energy source? In our main plane, it's magic. What is the underworld?"

Sunflower knew that this was a test from her father, and answered, "It is negative energy, that is, the power of death, a power similar to magic but different in nature."

This can be considered the foundation of higher-level planar knowledge.

Many people believe that "death magic" is just one type of "magic," but in fact, the opposite is true. The essence of magic is actually the power of life, which can extend into countless planes containing life.

However, the power of death cannot coexist with the world derived from magic. It is like the opposite of magic. Therefore, the category of positive energy includes all magic, while negative energy is the power of death.

"Not bad, you're starting to learn."

"That's right."

"Actually, as the opposite of magic, the power of death can also create 'life,' do you know what that is?"

Kroa continued asking, looking at the sunflower with encouraging eyes.

But this time, the latter directly shook his head and refused: "I don't know, I haven't learned these things, Father, you're making things difficult for me!"

It turns out that even the sunflower, who almost became a god, doesn't really like reading. Gods usually get their knowledge from prayer and early accumulation—but none of that works for the sunflower. It has so many knowledgeable friends and doesn't want to learn at all.

and so……

"You ignorant sun!" Kroya poked its soft flower head helplessly, and only after seeing the indentation did he explain, "The Undead are a special race that can reproduce by passing on their own soul fire."

Before he could finish speaking, the Skeleton King beneath him suddenly trembled, prompting Kroya to pat its shoulder blade in dissatisfaction: "Be steady, or I'll dismantle you to make you more stable."

The Skeleton King quickly composed himself and cautiously asked, "My lord, you also know the legends of the undead?"

In fact, Kroa not only knew, but was also very clear about the conditions for the birth of the undead – there was once a powerful necromancer on the Ark who left behind a vague “documentary document”.

The document detailed his love-hate relationship with an undead woman.

It was during this process that he glimpsed a trace of the secrets of the Undead's soul fire.

The flame was filled with the forces of death and life, yet it was unusually harmonious and stable. These two opposing forces merged to form a new flame, and its magical power fascinated him.

Then... he was discovered by the undead lady, who then left leisurely, as if she were a nobleman who had come to a brothel for fun.

The legendary wizard was deeply impressed by this treatment, and even wrote a book about it, which he gave to a friend when he was on the Ark. The book contained some of the valuable information he had researched.

After obtaining the book, Kroya read it carefully—of course, to figure out the magical principles within. After several days and nights of reading, he finally determined its conditions: endless life and eternal stillness.

Two contradictory magical properties.

The former requires the iteration of magic, while the latter requires immutability—such magical attributes would give even legendary mages a headache.

Fortunately, Kroa has an all-knowing teacher and possesses the magic of "eternity".

He looked at the Skeleton King, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Of course, but it's still early. Tell me first where the Fountain of Doom is in your territory."

"..."

After a brief hesitation and struggle, the Skeleton King obediently flew in a certain direction. After about half an hour of high-speed flight, he landed on an unremarkable black stone mountain.

This stone mountain is about two or three hundred meters high. It is surrounded by horizontal mountain ranges that look like the skeletons of giant dragons, as well as some not very tall but unusually sharp stone pillars, which guard this unremarkable stone mountain.

As soon as the Skeleton King landed, a large number of vengeful spirits and several bone dragons surged towards him. Clearly, this was the Skeleton King's deepest treasure trove, as all the vengeful spirits were level 10 "mourning vengeful spirits".

It can only be transformed through extremely complex rituals after the death of a saint-level human.

They were draped in pure white gauze, and through the holes in the clothes, one could vaguely see handsome or beautiful faces, giving them a sense of holiness that was quite out of place with their surroundings.

Needless to say, the bone dragons, although only level nine bone dragons, each one has an exceptionally tall skeleton, and you can even vaguely see the inherited magic patterns unique to the dragon race.

Clearly, they weren't just roadside creatures when they were alive—they were fundamentally different from those that were casually melted by the sunflower just now.

"Not bad."

"You have so many good things."

Kroa patted the Skeleton King's...leg bone. "Looks like you've figured it out. There's still a magic circle underground that hasn't been activated. In that case, I'm not some kind of robber, and I won't treat you unfairly."

In fact, when he arrived here, he had already sensed the hidden magic circles below and around him. He originally thought that the Skeleton King was finally going to deal with him, the "bandit" who had fallen from the sky.

Surprisingly, it didn't do that.

In that case, he'll be easier to talk to.

The Skeleton King sighed, "You not only possess the blessing of the goddess of the underworld, but also the power of a renowned knight. Even if you gave me the courage of a dragon, I wouldn't dare to do it!"

"Knight...you mean Theodore?"

"He's been here before?"

As Chloe followed the fluctuations of magic deeper inside, she asked questions with curiosity.

The Skeleton King followed closely behind and replied, "Yes, one of his friends is the nearby Death Lord, and I... I was beaten up by him."

As it said this, its massive body trembled violently, as if it were recalling some unpleasant memories.

"oh."

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"That's quite a coincidence."

Kroya decided to visit the other party later, but right now, his gaze was drawn to a spring floating in mid-air inside the cave, as if it were gushing from the void.

The spring water floated quietly about four or five meters above the ground. The dark water gushed out from the crack, defying gravity and floating lightly in mid-air, forming a winding stream.

"Oh! This is the Well of the End."

His eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately drew a circle with his hand, from which a large group of earth-stealing rats dressed in all sorts of robes emerged.

Their leader bowed to Kroya, then began chirping and ordering his subordinates to start building.

The Skeleton King could only watch helplessly as his precious Well of the End, capable of producing and advancing undead creatures, was surrounded by a swarm of rats. They pulled out a whole bunch of various items from the small pouches on their bellies and, in the blink of an eye, formed a ring around the floating stream.

In short, the spring water is encased in a ring made of alloy, with magical runes ensuring that the magic does not leak out. Then, crystal-like lavender plants are planted in the ring, and pipes connected to the solidified magic bottle grass begin to analyze the spring water.

All the magical plants are marked with "Undead" and "Swarm Adaptation" imprints, so even plants from the world of the living that grow in the sunlight can tolerate the aura of the undead.

With this portable plant laboratory in hand, Kroya quickly received a report. He glanced at the data and then exclaimed, "A grape trellis!"

The Earth Thief Squad immediately began construction, channeling all the Doomsday Springs into one area, diverting the water through tiny metal pipes, and building a grape trellis that would allow the vines to draw water from the springs at any time.

After completing this task, Kroya took out the grape branch that he always carried with him, which contained the main consciousness of the Demon Field Grapevine, and planted it in the ground, just like when he first planted it.

"You have to endure it."

"The transition from the living to the dead is very painful."

"It's fortunate that there's no power of mine within your vine, otherwise the clash of life forces would have completely shattered you."

He began to ramble on and on, telling the grapevine everything he knew, because he knew very well that he absolutely could not stay in such a desolate environment as the underworld for long.

Even though his power was so great that he could travel across dimensions at any time, he couldn't visit the grapevines often, so he was a little reluctant to leave.

This friend helped me build the initial agricultural system in the North and nurtured so many magical plants and beasts. He truly deserves great credit, yet he had to come to the desolate underworld to protect the dead when the North had already stabilized...

You should know that it grew up under the preferential sunlight and sunlight potion provided by Kroya, with almost half of the sunlight potion going to the grapevine.

For it to suddenly arrive here from the warmth of the sun and rain, Kroya could hardly imagine the painful struggle it would have to endure—but since it wanted to, she could only offer the help she could.

The grapevine, of course, sensed Kroya's change of mood; its small, somewhat tender tendril reached out and touched the latter's cheek.

Mental fluctuations are transformed through the art of communication with all things:

"I'm leaving my child with you."

"Dear sun, warm friend."

"They will help you maintain the North. If they disobey, leave them here and let me teach them a lesson."

"~"

Finally, it emitted a somewhat mischievous mental fluctuation.

After saying that, it retracted its vines, taking away the subtle, slightly cool touch, and without hesitation, took root in the dark spring water.

Kroya sighed softly, and the light around him dimmed for a moment.

There seemed to be a slight "snap," like the sound of something breaking—the spring water instantly rushed into the grapevines, turning the crystal-clear luster into a deathly black.

Its leaves trembled violently, like a person enduring the pain of having all their internal organs shattered and reassembled, yet unable to faint.

No, it's far more terrifying than what humans can feel, because every centimeter of its vines is experiencing this kind of pain!

However, even so, it was growing vigorously. The vines were growing wildly outward along the grape trellis that had already been built. In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire cave and expanded outward.

It is trying to adapt to and conquer this area, just as it once protected all the magical beasts and magical plants in the midst of storms—except now it is protecting itself.

The Skeleton King watched helplessly as his territory was taken over, yet he felt only admiration, and... unease.

The magic emanating from this strange grapevine is far too powerful. What should it do if it attracts the attention of those greedy "friends" around it?

—Perhaps what I feared would come true. The thought had barely formed when a powerful wave of energy emanated from afar, carrying undisguised greed and attempting to rush straight towards me.

A level twelve magic fluctuation!

It's a Death Knight!

"Big..." It looked anxiously at Kroya, whose complexion was not good.

Before it could even warn Kroa, it suddenly opened its mouth wide, its soul flame flickering.

I witnessed a breathtakingly beautiful scene that I will never forget in my life.

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