Chapter 330 The Traitor

A civil war of "super cute wood spirit mercenary group" ended in five minutes, and there were four more "elites transforming undead" in my army of undead,...

Don't get me wrong, I didn't kill them, nor did I need to.

I just told them that I was carrying out a task specially assigned by the wood spirit, collecting information as a necromancer... these guys believed it!

Yes, they believed it immediately, believed it without hesitation, and immediately blackmailed me, saying, "There must be a lot of justice points. As a great and upright paladin, you must not take it for yourself. Everyone is blessed to share, and we will share it together." Let's do the task", and then I casually responded with a few words, and they took the initiative to join the brigade with mixed points.

"The carrion is disgusting."

The whole body was covered with pink flesh, and with my deliberately prepared makeup skills, the barbarian Agen has now turned into a foul-smelling abominable corpse.

The rotten backbone, full of stinking carrion, and the poor fat lower body without pants, the intestines have been dragged out, the wrong jaw, and the corner of the mouth is still bleeding, it is a perfect evil monster ah!

"Actually, according to my professional characteristics, I should pretend to be an elegant vampire! Under the cover of night, I walk between roofs and shadows, and use daggers to harvest the lives of assassins who are hostile to the Thieves Guild."

"Elegance? And why is the plot of the rooftop battle so familiar? Are you talking about the legendary novel "Assassin"?"

"Well, I chose to become a thief after reading that book back then!"

From then on I kept nodding, and I felt more and more cheated. I was hesitating whether to tell him or not. That novel was also a product of my mixed manuscript fee back then. YY and Long Aotian all the way, there are quite a lot of logical errors, but because it is very cool, it is inexplicably popular. According to the life style of the protagonist of the novel, if he is a handsome thief, he will die a hundred times in a year. .

But looking at this simple and honest smiling face, while lamenting how hard it is for this guy to not die yet, I think it's better not to ruin people's three views. Well, I definitely don't think that if the other party becomes angry because of this, it will be troublesome.

"Is the dream to be a high-flying snitch?"

Considering the size and weight of this guy, I think if he is really jumping forward on the roof like the protagonist in the novel, what needs to be considered is not the concealment, but the strength of the house... When doing something pleasant in the middle of the night, suddenly A behemoth pierced through the ceiling of my house and fell from the sky, deafening... Well, I have never tried it, and I have never been stuck on the ceiling!

The thought of this big guy 'also' being caught in the floor and ceiling.

Suddenly feel very emotional! Maybe let him try next time, preferably with a red padded jacket and a big beard. When you are discovered, you can still say "Hehehe, I am Santa Claus, and only good children can receive my presents. What? It's summer? Sorry, I went wrong, that damn goblin compass is so unreliable, then Even a stupid unicorn didn't know to remind me! I actually flew in the wrong hemisphere!"

Cough cough, I seem to be distracted again, let’s get down to business, this is my exclusive collection of complete evil-enhancing appearance gift packs, just suitable for powerful fighters, it is both cool and practical, the strong carrion and protruding eyeballs can also increase the appearance of women. The charm of the demon is worth it.

"...Roland, let's talk in private later, I think you have some misunderstandings about the banshee."

Well, it seems that I accidentally said bad things in front of the person involved. Thinking of the former Banshee Queen, I am becoming more and more proficient in one meow, two licks and three cute screams... I mean cats often use one pounce, two bites and three sweeps , I want to seriously consider how to explain it.

Cough, I seem to be distracted again, let's get down to business.

Under the guise of my undead-themed skin gift pack, the wood spirit super cute team, um, is the one that was just established, referred to as the wood (mother) love team, and now the team members have no living appearance at all.

The already mentioned Agen put on the coat of abhorrence, and the priest Betty put on a cloak to summon the shadow, disguised as the shadow priest who sacrificed to the god of death, and the handsome elf bard disguised himself as the same handsome vampire, and painted it a little blood A brave and tough dwarf aunt in disguise...or a domineering dwarf aunt!

This really can’t be attributed to my lack of make-up skills. I really can’t think of which one is more suitable for a bucket weighing more than 100 kilograms but less than 1.4 meters to pretend to be an undead with only carrion and skeletons. If it was disguised as an abomination, then only a necromancer with an abnormal mind would create such a miniature corpse.

"Blood race? With a blood race of this size, I'm afraid the real blood race will cry for me."

Of course, in the end I found a way to put a strange face shell on her and disguise her as an overweight ghoul. Although she still has the short and thick body that is unique to dwarves, if other necromancers see it, they will only Think it was a dwarf conversion, something went wrong in the conversion.

Of course, the premise... is that the aunt is willing to put down her wine barrel! Is there a ghoul who would carry such a big wine barrel on his back! From time to time, I secretly scooped up two cups to satisfy my gluttony.

But I know that it is impossible to persuade them to give up this "luggage". Isn't there a proverb that "It is as impossible to make dwarves put down their wine glasses as it is to make elves give up their art and pride."

"It's such a pity, these 'skin gift packs' of mine are masterpieces, and they are products of conscience that don't cost money. These guys are too ignorant. Hmph, sooner or later, I will find a bad businessman who catches rookies and cheats them well .They just wear a hat and eyes with some messy giveaways and they can be sold as new skin gift packs, that has my conscience."

"Don't worry about it, it's good to have an obligation to help, don't worry about so much."

Well, although this group of cheaters doesn’t seem to have too much individual combat power, at least they can be used as additional combat power without my distraction. Of course, for some reasons, I also pulled away from them a little bit. a little distance.

"A traitor? Can the undead plant a traitor among the living!?"

When I brought up the information I just received, everyone's astonishment was not feigned, it was in the minds of ordinary people and even most adventurers. The undead are a group of beasts that cannot communicate. They will actively attack everything in sight. How could such an existence plant spies among the living? Perhaps, it should be said that even being a spy for these bloodthirsty undead, what can be gained.

Of course, this point of view also shows that most of the adventurers are just rookies. The Xiluo Empire has deployed many spies in the human kingdom, especially for the nobles who hold power and wealth. The biggest enemy is death, and asking them to rely on cultivation to prolong their life is almost equivalent to killing them, and the undead transformation ritual is probably the easiest way to achieve "immortality"

Even if the ugly undead body is not satisfied, there are elegant blood races as an alternative, and if you still want to walk in the sun, absorb the vitality of others, blood sacrifices and other bottomless evil rituals, you can also meet the requirements of those guys.

It's not just those corrupt nobles, senior adventurers who once thought they were disabled and lost their future, old people who have been blocked by a certain level for more than ten years, or magical geniuses whose natural attributes are darkness and undead. Both have the potential to get a lot from the undead.

This is not only the case in the Xiluo Empire, but also in the time of Eternal Night. Every day, there are living people who take the initiative to vote. Among them, there are non-mainstream powerhouses who practice darkness and curses, and there are also two fools who are just "black villains? This sounds cool". If it is the former, I will be very happy to vote for it Incorporated into the cannon fodder camp, if they can prove their ability by surviving, they will also achieve their wishes in the form of equivalent exchange. Even converting into a ghoul is not mainstream, at least it can disgust the opponent.

Faced with the astonishment of these boys, I hesitated, organized my words, and then spoke.

"What can I get? I'm afraid it's far more than you imagined, such as strength and endless lifespan, as long as you are willing to pay a little price, it's far faster than practicing step by step. After all, in many cases, if you don't care about the consequences, evil ways are far faster than The right way comes quickly."

Looking at the thoughtful people in front of me, I didn't say much. The reality is always cruel. Rather than blindly believing that other adventurers are my companions, it is better to save this "tuition fee" and make the necessary preparations in advance. be on guard.

Soon enough, I got the message I was expecting from a new minion, the skeleton mage Kullo.

"A small man in a cloak, with a dark green snake-shaped dagger, with a dark aura on his body? His left foot is a little lame, and it seems that he still has injuries?"

I turned my inquiring gaze to my "teammates". After all, they should be more familiar with the adventurers here than me when I first arrived.

Then some people looked at the sky, some people checked their weapons, but no one responded. Obviously, this group of guys is also unreliable, or they are not interested in other adventurers at all, and they have not collected information about other adventurers.

Shaking his head helplessly, he took the letter that Kulo handed over. In a sense, this is true and ironic. The spies planted by the dead among the living mistakenly handed over important information to A spy for the living to plant among the dead.

The yellow envelope is very light, and the seemingly ordinary letter is sealed with red beeswax. It seems that it can be opened by tearing it open, but judging from the faint magic fluctuations in it, there is a common small mechanism in it. Well, if the recipient doesn't know the normal way to open the letter and opens it casually, the letter will self-destruct, and the person who arranged this small mechanism will also know.

But to me, such little things mean nothing.

With a single touch, a little bit of ice cubes will seal the seal, bringing the absolute zero ice of eternal sleep, and making this mechanism fall into eternal sleep forever.

I tore open the envelope, but the boring digital ledger on the letter paper seemed to be a common digital password, and I had to decipher it against various cipher books. Although it took me a little time to figure out a way to decipher it, I vaguely learned how to decipher it ,but……

"I remember that you never passed the code interpretation and basic mathematics."

Yes, even in the Tower of Clouds back then, there was no escape from the irritating numbers, engineering and construction of elemental magic and spell models.

But... what is basic mathematics! Your basic mathematics actually includes calculus and solid geometry. Didn’t you know that in my previous life, I chose to major in law just to avoid learning those annoying advanced mathematics!

"...As a liberal arts student, mathematics is too annoying, and it's even more annoying that there are advanced mathematics in another world!"

However, as a bad student who has been on the verge of passing or failing in various subjects for a long time, I have actually achieved many dreams of the same kind.

"Ms. Heloise, it's all up to you! I can only count on you."

"...You will think of me at this time."

Yes, although I failed the basic subjects, I took my grandpa...grandmother (in protest)...teacher!

"...The wood spirits plan to expand... the domain of the Forest of Dreams, and it is expected... that the plan will be launched on the second Sunday of May, which is the third day of sending the letter..."

Heloise's translation is getting more and more proficient, and she has obviously figured out the law of the code, but the more I listen to it, the more I feel sad. The other party knows that the level of confidentiality is very high, and it is obvious that the traitor has at least infiltrated the high-level adventurers.

But it is precisely because of this grim reality that I vaguely have a clue, maybe, I can still plan! (To be continued..)

ps: It is even more tragic than Calvin, probably at the same time as Calvin was disconnected from the Internet, but now it has finally recovered... ()