Chapter 2048 The Banshee's Remains

Gudron stopped singing, and the tear-jerking lingering sound was still echoing in the ancient tomb.

Hearing her own tragic experience in her life, Joan was deeply moved. He not only sympathized with her experience, but also gained a deeper understanding of the stone inscriptions unearthed from the ancient ruins of Galti Island.

"Ms. Gudron, if I understand correctly, you were the princess of the 'Nation of Mist' Niflheim Jiwuki Dynasty during your lifetime. You have experienced ups and downs in your life, and you died in a foreign land in your later years, but you are still deeply attached to her. The homeland where you were born and grew up, so I hope someone can help you send the remains back to Niflheim. In your hometown, next to the tomb of your first husband, hold a grand cremation ceremony, so that your soul Can we rest in peace?" Joan asked Gudrun.

The Banshee nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Master, I've heard of that ghostly place of Niflheim, and it's said to be one of the most dangerous countries in the world...you have to think about it carefully." Tristan issued a veiled persuasion through telepathy.

Joan made no sound.

The place name Niflheim reminded him of the "spirit collar" and the promise he made to Clark Heinil back then.

In the twinkling of an eye, two years have passed. Brother Clark's life and death are uncertain, and there is no news. The situation is likely to be dire. However, due to various reasons, he has not been able to embark on a trip to the North Pole. Every time he thinks about it, he feels deeply guilty.

"You must be honest, you can't procrastinate any longer!" Qiao An said to herself in her heart, "I must go to the North Pole within this year and fulfill my promise!"

We're going to Niflheim anyway, so why not take the Banshee's bones back home?

Thinking of this, Joan made up her mind and said to the Banshee: "Ms. Gudron, I am not a 'prince or nobleman', if you trust me, entrust the remains to me, and I guarantee it with my own personality , send your remains back to your hometown within one year, and help you fulfill your long-cherished wish."

The Banshee showed gratitude, and was about to say thank you, but Joan stopped her with a wave of her hand, and said seriously: "Ms. A promise—you and your group of undead servants will not leave this island in the middle of the volcanic lake for one year from today!"

The banshee couldn't help but change her face, but when she saw Joan holding up the black agate bottle with "soul binding" again, she had to restrain the urge to complain.

She knew very well that if she refused Joan's request, she would be forcibly sucked into the "soul-binding bottle" by him immediately, and would be sealed forever. Conditions issued.

Joan used a "shrinking technique" to shrink Gudron's skeleton, put it into a small wooden box, said "I will see you later", opened the "any door, and sent Tristan directly.

Back on the island in the middle of the lake, Qiao An looked up at the sky. The sun was setting and it was almost dusk. It was time to go back.

"Master, thank you for bringing me back here. Although it can't be said to avenge my companion who unfortunately died here, at least you gave me another chance to prove that I am not a coward." Tristan said gratefully.

Joan looked at the sunset in the sky, inexplicably recalling many regrets in the past years, grandfather, mentor Rawls, and Rebecca...

"Tristan, sometimes I also hope that fate can give me another chance to start over and make up for my regrets, but... let's not talk about this, I have to go back, do you mind being shrunk and put into a storage bag ?”

Tristan shook his head.

"I really don't mind?" Joan looked at him suspiciously, "You have to stay in the storage bag for a long time, and I'm not sure how long it will take to let you out, don't you feel lonely and bored?"

"Of course I won't be bored, my respected master, you see, I'm dead, and no living person is better at getting along with loneliness than a dead person." Tristan said half-jokingly, "When there is nothing to do, I will enter a period of deathlike hibernation until you wake me up."

"That's good." Joan smiled in relief.

Tristan activated the "advanced shrinking technique" attached to the "ghost armor" on his own, shrinking from a twelve-foot armored warrior to a "toy soldier" less than one foot high.

Joan picked him up, wrapped it in a handkerchief, put it in a wooden box, stuffed it into a storage bag, and then directly cast a spell to teleport him back to his cabin on the expedition ship.

Back in the familiar bedroom, Joan first drank a cup of tea, then sat at the desk, took out a small piece of Gudron's skeleton from his pocket, placed it on the table, and applied the "myth analysis technique" to extract the " The spells and supernatural abilities that the High Banshee is good at.

Judging from the analysis results, Gudron has 6 supernatural abilities: 1000-foot "biological perception", "mad gaze", "banshee's touch", "wraith immortality", "creation of spawn", and " plant growth suppression".

Needless to say, "biological perception", Joan has personally experienced "crazy staring".

Incorporeal undead can transmit negative energy to creatures through "touch". In addition to causing necrotic damage, sometimes special effects are added, such as blood sucking, paralysis, or absorbing a certain physical attribute.

The banshee's touch is no exception, it first causes 5-level necrotic damage, and absorbs 4 points of charm from the opponent. If the Charisma score drops to 0, the creature becomes unconscious and "vegetative."

"The Wraith is Immortal" means that the Banshee cannot be destroyed by conventional methods, unless she is helped to get rid of the torment of resentment, she can be completely relieved.

Joan promised to send Gudrun's remains to Niflheim and hold a cremation in her hometown. After helping her fulfill this wish, her soul will rest in peace.

Like a dreadwraith, a banshee can turn creatures she kills into spawn.

The number of ghost spawn under the control of the Banshee is limited, but the Banshee doesn't care about this, she will continue to tear the souls of the victims out of the corpse, and curse them into ghosts, even if her slaves have reached the limit, the newborn ghosts She enjoys being out of her control.

To reduce the number of living people in the world while creating more undead souls, for the Banshee, this is the only way for her to vent her grievances.

On Galti Island, there are countless ghosts created by the Banshee herself. Among them, the small part of the offspring controlled by the Banshee, like their mistress, will be reborn after being eliminated. The demon can get rid of its grievances and rest in peace, and these poor puppets can then rest in peace.

The demonic aura emitted by the Banshee has the magical power to inhibit the growth of plants, so the area around her Boneyard usually looks desolate, with no greenery in sight.

It should be noted that this phenomenon is not absolute. For example, near Gudron's sleeping coffin, there are clusters of blooming magic palace roses.

Qiao An deeply analyzed the supernatural ability of the Banshee "plant growth suppression", and found that its corresponding magic imprint is almost exactly the same as the configuration of the third-level spell "Plant Withering", which means that the Banshee is equivalent to her own "plant withering aura". ".

However, as Joan concluded through a series of experiments today, the normal version of "Plant Withering" cannot kill supernatural plants.

The magic rose is not only a supernatural plant, but also used to coexist with undead creatures. It has already adapted to the environment with a high concentration of negative energy. It is normal not to be affected by Gudron's evil spirit.

In addition to these supernatural abilities, Joan also analyzed three sets of spell configurations from Gudron's remains, corresponding to the sixth-level "advanced dispel spell", the eighth-level "withering spell", and the mourning girl The demon's signature spell - 9th ring "Howl of the Banshee".

"Advanced dispersal technique" Joan has already mastered it, so there is no need to look any further.

"Wither" is equivalent to the enhanced version of the 4th-level "Wither", with excellent range and attack range, the burst of negative energy dehydrates the living creatures within a 30-foot radius, resulting in dryness + darkening up to 20 energy levels Eclipse damage.

Like wither, wither also doubles damage to water-rich creatures, such as plants, aquatic creatures, or creatures with the aquatic subtype.

The 9-ring necromancy spell "Howl of the Banshee" has dual attributes of "instant death" and "sound wave". The moment the spell explodes, from near to far, everyone who hears it will die! The maximum number of creatures that can be killed by a single cast is equal to the caster level.

If the subject's body is strong enough, or protected by the "Death Barrier" to avoid immediate death, he will still be dizzy from the terrifying howling sound-Joan has personally experienced this.

After copying "Death" and "Howl of the Banshee", Joan put down the pen and put away Gudron's remains.

At this time, the sunset had sunk below the sea level, and the last ray of 1623 was about to disappear. There was a knocking sound outside the door—it must be Dolly the parrot flying to urge him to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

"Come right away!"

Joan got up and opened the door, followed the parrot to the cafeteria, and celebrated the coming New Year with his companions.

Walking on the road, Qiao An thought in his mind that it was rare to celebrate the New Year with his friends. He always seemed too out of place, which was disappointing. He should take the initiative to participate in the activities to celebrate the New Year.

But what can I do?

Looking at the night with bright moon and few stars outside the window, Qiao An had a sudden idea.

"How about... just shoot a few 'fireballs' into the night sky, pretending to be setting off fireworks?"

The more Joan thought about it, the more she felt that the idea was great, and she even thought smugly that she had fully understood what "romantic" meant.

Then I thought, after the new year, I will be 17 years old. At this stage of life, the emotional intelligence is growing too fast. Will young people be regarded as life mentors because they are too popular in the future?

Ah, this...?

Thinking about it, I feel embarrassed, it’s really a happy trouble!

(end of this volume)

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