Chapter 361: The Fountain of the Undead and the Undead

Chapter 361 361. The Fountain of the Undead and the Undead

In the following time, Kloya directly carried out a "cruel" transformation on the Skeleton King on the spot - engraved floating magic patterns on its skeleton, and added the collected wind elf feathers...

The dark golden Skeleton King, which was originally very domineering, instantly turned into a "mage" with wings that could fly in the sky and wore an elegant and exquisite robe.

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

After the transformation, it expanded several times and could change its size freely. It was completely possible to install some comfortable seats and sofas on its back. Kloya certainly would not treat himself badly, and sat on it directly, and then signaled it to move forward quickly.

"Let's go."

"You have such a large territory in the sphere of influence of the goddess of the underworld, so there must be something special about it."

"The goddess has promised me long ago that any territory I like can be allocated to me. I will not treat you unfairly, as long as you are obedient."

What he said was true. The goddess of the underworld, Kleha, spent her time with teacher Mia and missed many things in the past. Those precious memories are rare for a god.

Moreover, the goddess of the underworld originally planned to make a fortune in the underworld formed by the junction of the Semrio continent and other planes and then develop in the star world.

She was very grateful to Cloya, so she promised Cloya that as long as he went to the underworld, he would occupy any place he liked and no one would dare to rob him - if it was her territory, he could occupy it at will.

Of course, Cloya would definitely not occupy some truly precious areas. Although she said it well, she still had to be careful.

"Ah!"

"Lady Goddess!"

When the Skeleton King heard that this wizard was actually related to the goddess of the underworld, his bones almost softened, and he quickly used him as a mount and flew in his territory.

He dared not have any extra thoughts at all, because the suppression from the upper level was extremely harsh in the world of the dead.

It was even more hierarchical than the nobles.

Kroya sat on the Skeleton King, leaning on a comfortable pillow, with Sun Sunflower as a "little sun" to release warmth, and the living weapons that had not yet returned as escorts, and he was extremely comfortable.

He looked down at the gray underworld and chatted with Sun Sunflower: "Do you know what energy the underworld needs? Our main plane is magic, what is the underworld?"

Sun Sunflower knew that this was his father's intentional test, and replied: "It is negative energy, that is, the power of death, a power similar to magic but different in nature."

This is the foundation of higher plane knowledge.

Many people think that "death magic" is just a kind of "magic". In fact, it is just the opposite. The essence of magic is actually a force that contains vitality, which can extend countless planes that contain vitality.

However, the power of death cannot coexist with the world extended by magic, just like the opposite of magic, so the category of positive energy includes all magic, and negative energy is the power of death.

"Not bad, you know how to learn something."

"That's right."

"In fact, as the opposite of magic, the power of death can also create "life". Do you know what it is?"

Kroya continued to ask, looking at Sunflower with encouraging eyes.

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

Facts have proved that even Sunflower, who almost became a god, doesn't like to read books very much. The source of knowledge of gods is generally prayer and early accumulation-but these are all not feasible for Sunflower. It has so many knowledgeable friends and doesn't want to learn at all.

So...

"You ignorant sun!" Kloya poked its soft flower disk helplessly, looked at the indentation and explained: "The undead are a special race that can reproduce by passing on their own soul fire."

Before he finished speaking, the Skeleton King under his butt suddenly trembled, causing Kloya to pat his shoulder blade unsatisfiedly: "Be steady, or I will tear you apart and make you more stable."

The Skeleton King quickly stabilized and said carefully: "My lord, you also know the legend of the undead?"

In fact, Kloya not only knew, but also knew the conditions for the birth of the undead - there was once a powerful undead wizard in the Ark, and he left an ambiguous "documentary material".

The document detailed his love and hatred with an undead lady.

It was during this process that he glimpsed a trace of the mystery of the undead soul fire.

The flame was filled with the two forces of death and life, but it was unusually harmonious and stable. It was obviously two opposing forces that blended into a new flame. The magical power fascinated him.

Then... he was discovered by the undead lady, who left leisurely, as if she was an aristocrat who came to the custom shop to have fun.

The legendary wizard was of course deeply impressed by being treated like this, and even wrote a book specifically and gave it to his friends when he was in the Ark. There were some dry goods in it that he studied.

After getting the book, Kloya read it carefully - of course, in order to understand the magic principles in it. After reading for several days and nights, he finally determined its conditions: endless life and eternal death.

Two contradictory magic properties.

The former requires the iteration of magic, while the latter requires it to remain unchanged - such magic properties would give even legendary wizards a headache.

Fortunately, Croa has a teacher who knows everything and has the magic of "eternity".

He looked at the Skeleton King, his mouth slightly raised: "Of course, but it's still early now, tell me where the Fountain of the Last Death in your territory is."

"..."

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

This stone mountain is about two or three hundred meters high, surrounded by mountains that look like dragon skeletons, and some not very high but unusually sharp stone pillars, guarding this ordinary stone mountain.

When the Skeleton King landed, there were many wronged souls and several bone dragons rushing over. It was obvious that this was the Skeleton King's deepest family. Those wronged souls were all level ten "Mourning Wronged Souls".

Only after the death of saint-level humans can they be transformed through some extremely complex rituals.

They were covered in white gauze clothes, and the holes in the clothes seemed to reveal handsome or beautiful faces, which had a sense of holiness that was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Needless to say, the bone dragons, although only level nine bone dragons, had unusually tall skeletons, and even vaguely saw the inherited magic patterns that belonged to the dragon clan.

Obviously, they were not roadside dragons when they were alive - they were fundamentally different from the ones that were just melted by the sunflower.

"Not bad."

"You actually have so many good things."

Kroya patted the Skeleton King's... leg bone, "It seems that you have figured it out. There is still a magic circle under the ground that has not been activated. In this case, I am not a robber, and I will not treat you unfairly."

In fact, when he arrived here, he had already felt that there were hidden magic circles below and around him. He originally thought that the Skeleton King was finally going to get rid of him, the "robber" who fell from the sky.

Unexpectedly, it did not do so.

In this case, he would be easier to talk to.

The Skeleton King was helpless: "You not only have the blessing of the goddess of the underworld, but also the power of a famous knight. Even if I have the courage of a dragon, I would not dare to do it!"

"Knight...you mean Theodore."

"Has he been here?"

Kloya asked curiously as he walked inside following the fluctuations of magic.

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

When he said this, his huge body trembled violently, as if thinking of some not-so-good memories.

"Oh."

Please...collect 6...books...!

"That's quite a coincidence."

Kloya decided to visit the other party later, but now, his eyes have been attracted by a spring in the cave that floats in the air, as if it is gushing out of the void.

The spring water was floating quietly about four or five meters above the ground. The dark water flowed out of the crack, ignoring gravity, floating lightly in the air, forming a winding stream.

"Oh! This is the Fountain of the Last Death."

His eyes sparkled instantly, and he immediately stretched out his hand to draw a circle, from which a large group of earth-stealing rats wearing various robes emerged.

Their leader bowed to Cloya, and then began to "chirp" and ordered his men to start building.

The Skeleton King watched helplessly as his precious Fountain of the Last King, which could produce undead creatures and advance undead creatures, was surrounded by a group of rats. They took out a large number of various props from the small pockets on their stomachs, and in the blink of an eye, they built a ring shape around the stream floating in the air.

In simple terms, the spring water was wrapped in a ring made of alloy, and the magic pattern ensured that the magic power would not overflow. Then, lavenders with a crystal texture were planted one by one, and the pipes connected to the magic-fixing bottle grass began to analyze the spring water.

All the magic plants were engraved with the engravings of "undeadization" and "swarm adaptation", so even plants from the world of the living that grow in the sun can tolerate the breath of the undead.

With this portable plant laboratory, Cloya soon got a report. He took a look at the data on it, and then waved his hand: "Grape rack!"

The earth-thief team immediately began to build, guiding all the springs of the end of death into an area, using small metal pipes to divert them, and built a grape rack that allows the vines to draw spring water anytime and anywhere.

After completing this task, Cloya took out the grape branch with the main consciousness of the magic field vine, and started digging holes in the ground to plant it, just like when he first planted it.

"You have to hold on."

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

"Fortunately, there is no power of mine in your vine, otherwise the collision of vitality will completely break you apart."

He began to tell the grapevine everything he knew, because he knew very well that he could not stay in such a dead environment like the underworld for a long time.

Even if his power was strong enough to travel across dimensions at any time, it was impossible for him to come here to visit the grapevine often, so he was a little reluctant.

This friend helped me build the first agricultural system in the North, and also nurtured so many magical plants and beasts. He really worked hard, but when the North had stabilized, he had to come to the dead underworld to protect the dead...

You have to know that it grew up under the nourishment of Kloya's partial sunshine and sunshine potion, and almost half of the sunshine potion was given to the grapevine.

To suddenly come here from the warm sunshine and rain, Kloya simply couldn't imagine what kind of painful struggle it would go through-but since it wanted to, I could only provide help to the best of my ability.

The grapevine certainly felt Kloya's mood change, and its small, somewhat tender vine tip stretched out and touched the latter's cheek.

The mental fluctuations were transformed through the communication of all things:

"I leave my children to you."

"Dear sun, warm friend."

"They will help you continue to maintain the North. If they don't obey, leave them and let me teach them a lesson."

"~"

Finally, it sent out a somewhat naughty mental fluctuation.

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

Kloya sighed slightly, and the light on his body dimmed for a moment.

There seemed to be a slight "pop", like the sound of something breaking - the spring water instantly poured into the interior of the grape vines, turning the crystal-clear luster into a dead black.

Its leaves trembled wildly, just like a person who was enduring the pain of having all his organs broken and reorganized, and was unable to faint.

No, this is much more terrible than what humans feel, because every centimeter of its vines is feeling such pain!

However, even so, it is still trying to grow. The vines are growing wildly outside along the already built grape racks. Almost in the blink of an eye, they filled the entire cave and expanded outward.

It is trying to adapt to and occupy this area, just as it once protected all the magic beasts and magic plants in the storm - except that it is now protecting itself.

The Skeleton King watched his territory being occupied, but he only admired it and... felt uneasy.

The magic power emitted by this strange vine was too strong. What if it attracted the attention of the greedy "friends" around it?

——Perhaps it was always going to happen. As soon as the thought came up, a strong wave came from a distance, rushing directly over with undisguised greed.

Level 12 magic power fluctuation!

It's the Death Knight!

"Big..." It looked anxiously at Cloya, who looked not so good.

But before it could remind Cloya, it suddenly opened its mouth and its soul fire swayed.

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

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