488. Chapter 486 – 485 Undead Do Not Die, They Just Wither Away

Chapter 486 485. undead don’t die, just wither away

“F*ck, this dog thing Hogg actually dares to hit us over the head! It really owes us a beating.”

In the evening in reality, in the box of the barbecue restaurant in the school’s snack town, Che Che, who was already a little bit tipsy after drinking a few glasses of wine, gulped down the sizzling roasted cashews while saying to the large table of people beside him:
“I’ll go online and beat it up when I’m resurrected.”

“You’d better think about how to break through Hogg’s ‘Chief Guard’ first, the four Underworld Knights protecting it alone are not something you can deal with.

Not to mention the brute soldiers armed by Hogg.

And Hogg himself is an excellent Jackal assassin, it’s a disciple trained by Lady Dorothy herself.”

Pigeonbottom grunted as he held his glass of wine.

He looked at the others in this box, coughed, and said:
“That, I called everyone here tonight just to discuss the news brought by Bull, is the proposal made by Hogg going to work or not?
We are all brothers in a guild, and we all participated in the Plague Town raid, so naturally we all have a say in this matter.

So don’t hide, just say what you think.”

“What ideas can we have?”

Four were called to cha barbecue sports students this will have opened the “eat and stuff” mode, just after training during the day, is hungry to catch shrimp households end of a grilled scallops constantly dial into the mouth, while slurred:
“You hit the town you decide on your own, but Hogg said it is the idea of the old Chen head to help staff, so I think this plan is certainly not a problem.

Even if you don’t believe in Alpha Corporation’s AI, you should still have confidence in the old professor’s business standards.”

“That’s right.”

Traveling scholar Xiao Zhou said as he unwrapped a roasted chicken leg while squeezing his eyes:
“I just told Niu Niu earlier that I was looking for someone to co-ruler, and this side, Hogg sent it to our door, I seriously doubt that Alpha Company is listening to our in-game voice, otherwise this would be too much of a coincidence, wouldn’t it?

However, when I think about it, it would be plausible if this was really arranged by the development team.

After all, the reasons Hogg gave weren’t just made up.

Although the four of us weren’t involved in the Swamp War, the forums hadn’t stopped complaining about the swamp environment for the past month.

They’ve been arguing that the development team could have gone to such lengths to make the swamp terrain 100% photorealistic, which suggests that most people don’t actually enjoy spending long periods of time in a gloomy swamp.

It’s a real challenge to mental health.

Coming out of this, it’s not a big deal to trust the town to Hogg, it’ll give us revenue anyway and save us from recruiting new people from the management department.

People’s jackals are a real handful in the swamp, with their natural preference for the environment.”

“Who said that?”

The Art Department’s Three Pounds of Groundnut Roast tossed his flowing bangs and shook his head while gnawing on his ribs:
“I saw Old Qin having fun in the swamp.

He dressed up like Rambo today and started teaching us about ambushing in the swamp, I wonder where that guy learned that?”

“Oh, Master Qin, that really isn’t an ordinary person.”

Players who had participated in the swamp battle had basically all heard of Master Qin’s feats.

They unanimously decided that Master Qin must have had some memorable war years when he was young, and seeing that the topic of conversation in the box after a few minutes had already skewed to the point where they began to speculate about Master Qin’s true identity, Badger instantly threw away his chicken bone helplessly and banged on the table, saying:
“I say everyone seriously ah, the future development of this stronghold involves the future of the guild it.”

“You talk a big day, this is just a game!”

Three pounds of groundnut roast skimmed his lips and said:

“So don’t be so serious, since the development team swiped the optional quest line for Hogg, let’s do it, what? Are you still going to turn down this hidden quest that was delivered to your door?
Crap!

Are you a qualified player?”

“F*ck, what you said is so reasonable that I can’t even refute it! Just from the perspective of taking on quests, this is indeed a question that doesn’t need to be discussed.”

Badger was blinded by dislike.

He blinked and sighed, raised his glass and said:

“But even though it can be hosted to Hogg but the revenue part still needs to be broken up, what with 60% being just plain dumb, it’s its swamp planning!
Shouldn’t it be paying us to cooperate with it? Why should it have to take a portion of our earnings and give them to it?
It’s all ours, and that old Hogg guy should be giving us another lease payment every month!

Hey, hey, that share goes a long way.”

“Blanch, you’re a vampire for all the money the jackals worked so hard to dig out of the swamp! Come, come, Your Excellency the Vampire, let me toast you.
What about the fish you keep in this partitions?

Drink up!

Again!”

“Oops, I’m not strong enough to drink today, why don’t you…”

“Shit! You’re just pretending, guys, fill him up!”

“Ah ah ah ah, Brother Niu do not ah! I didn’t even tell the others about the bribe you took from Hogg to get weapons for your paperboy wife!

Why are you still being so gracious!”
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For the next two days, the cleanup of the ruins of Plague Town was quickly shouldered by the dog-headed men of Clan Bloodclaw.

Hogg sent Nash as an overseer to get the recently defected dog-heads into the swamp in force, and by the afternoon of the second day they had cleaned up the sentry posts near Plague Town that had been destroyed in the war.

The town couldn’t move on a large scale at the moment, though, because the giant swamp serpent was still lying there.

The priests of the Church of Avalon hadn’t finished the purification rituals they had done on it, and the dog-heads, fearing the scent of the legendary creature, refused to go near it for any reason, leaving even Nash, the overseer, in a state of eggheads.

Don’t look at it grasping the whip, but it’s actually also afraid .
Luckily, Chief Hogg didn’t ask for a work schedule, and the student party side wasn’t in a hurry, so this could still be done slowly.

Although the ruins of Plague Town can not be cleared quickly, but the town of all kinds of “dangerous goods” removal has already been done quickly.

The Warlock Tower had collapsed, so there was no need to worry about it, but there were too many evil items left in the tower.

In particular, the Jackal necromancers had piled up a large amount of corpse remains inside as raw materials, and although these things would not affect personal safety, they would undoubtedly impact the players’ minds.

Therefore this matter couldn’t be left to the players yet, it could only be handled by the witch hunters of the Church of Avalon.

The way they handled it was simple and rough as well.

These witch hunters who have survived ten years of war have long been as cold as iron, they moved out the remains of the bodies collected in the swamp and dug a pit and piled them up together, and then chanted the name of the god of Avalon and then called on the purifying fire to burn them cleanly.

Very original, very non-polluting, and very effective.

After the Blood Claw Clan’s dog-headed people arrived, the work of cleaning up the various filth left in the Tectonic Tower was also handed over to the dog-headed people to do.

They moved those things out of the tower under the command of the witch hunters, and in the process, the dog heads who were good at digging and prospecting accidentally found a “secret room” hidden in the tectonic tower.

It was a secret room sealed off by psychic energy spells, and just by looking at the external structure, it was clear that what was sealed inside was definitely not ordinary.

The dog head man reported this news to the witch hunters, who sent someone to check it out and found that the sealing technique was quite advanced, and they were not quite sure what to do with it.

Therefore, this matter has been sent to the current Wolf Castle’s Missy here.

Femis quickly arrived at the Tectonic Tower, she took some time to dismantle the door sealing spell, before opening the door to the underground, escorted by several witch hunters.

Missy had expected this to be dangerous, but the truth was that aside from that door-sealing spell, there were no more dangers in the chamber deep underground.

What was stored here, however, surprised everyone, so much so that the witch hunters took it upon themselves to seal off the place and wait for the next step in its disposition without the need for an order from Missy.

Thirty minutes later, with the teleportation spell released by Tris herself, Murphy, who had just left this place, once again returned to the ruins of Plague Town.

He entered that secret room, and then saw that Missy was chanting, collecting and bringing out one strange thing from it.

The reason why they were said to be strange was because these things did not have a uniform system.

Among the things that were piled up outside by Phimis in separate categories were broken knight swords, rotting battle helmets, tattered magical dictionaries, staffs that had lost their luster, and even a few weathered military shrouds and a broken lady’s hand mirror.

To the casual observer, these things looked like a pile of worthless trash.

But after seeing Missy cautiously take them out of the secret room and categorize them again, it was clear that these things were by no means as simple as they appeared on the surface.

“There are actually so many life boxes of high-level undead creatures!” Tris bent down and picked up an elven style broken hand mirror, she held it in her hand to distinguish it and said:
“The standard of production is not high, and to the eyes of the Moon Priests, one of the things here is considered inferior, but it cannot be denied that these broken things do have all the functions of a life box, yet no further protective treatment has been done at all.

A standardized and qualified life box should at least have enough sturdiness to not break easily in the impact of external forces.

My guess is that this is something the Plague Warlocks picked up from the items the necromancers and Underworld Knights carried with their corpses when they resurrected them.

These jackals are quite nostalgic and pragmatic.”

The Blood Vulture Archduke spat and handed Murphy the elven hand mirror in his hand and a smoked elven cane at his feet together, saying:
“This is Bernice and Bella’s life box, take it back and give it to Adele, I can hear the little slice of that bitter couple’s souls cut off screaming in it and cursing the malice of the world when I hold it.”

“Uh-huh.”

Murphy took the two items and took another look at the various fate boxes laid out on the ground, he asked to Phineas who was busy:

“Just how many fate boxes are hidden in here?”

“Seventy-five so far, but there are still interlayers inside, so the exact number is unknown, but it’s definitely not less than a hundred.”

It was also the first time for Missy to deal with lifeboxes.

She was interested in these rare necromantic creations, which would be recorded on her psychic handbook while answering with interest:
“It’s more than the forty or so necromancers and Underworld Knights that Mr. Bella described to us, obviously because the Jackals have resurrected another batch of elite dead from the Tainted Swamp in order to fight against the Swamp Giant Serpent.

These guys were really damned!
Playing with such peace-disturbing evil magic on such a large scale was simply appalling when placed elsewhere on the continent.

I also found some Fate Boxes down there that hadn’t been fully crafted, but every single one of them had been bound with fragments of soul and consciousness.

All that was needed was to complete the final step in the making of the Life Boxes, and another batch of dead souls would be permanently bound to the world of the living.

I think we should release them.”

“It’s not as simple as you think, Phimis, it’s not as simple as doing a good deed out of hand, there’s no way the Kyaukki Priests could have held onto their holy city for a thousand years if the Dead Binding was broken so easily.”

Tris instantly vetoed:
“There are many kinds of ideas for the creation of the Fate Box, even in the Moon Sacred City there are several factions divided about this death technique, and different ideas for its creation will bring about different effects of the Fate Box.

In the event that you are unable to confirm what school of thought the jackals have adopted, breaking the lifeboxes will not allow these bound souls to rest in peace, but will only allow them to instantly experience the fear and pain of their souls falling apart, and then transform into even more difficult to deal with lonely ghosts that will come to fight for your life.

That’s not salvation at all!
That was just inflicting a final torment on them, and such reckless behavior was no less than sinful killing in the eyes of the Moon Priests.

That’s why we need to secure these lifeboxes first.

I’ll make a decision after I’ve slowly analyzed and researched the crafting process used on them, which may take a lot of time, but if you want them to rest in peace, they’ll have to stick around in the world of the living first.

But with these lifeboxes, there will be enough for the necromancers and underworld knights who fled into the swamp during the chaos of Plague Town to return here.”

Tris glanced at Murphy and the vampire lord nodded.

So Tris immediately began to cast the secret spells of the Necromancy faction, a grayish-white smoke rose from above the lifeboxes laid out in front of her like a signal of command.

Soon, after twenty minutes there was movement in the swamp.

With candles lit around them, filled with a sense of happiness in the warmth of the tiny light, and the terrified hisses of the dog-headed people who were still up late digging holes, the first knights of the Underworld who were ordered to return quietly appeared outside of the town of Plague, riding their somber warhorses.

This scene was also spotted by the smaller players.

They quickly organized themselves into a crowd to watch these “homecoming” undead.

The Hades Knights and necromancers didn’t care about the noise of the surrounding players and dog-heads, they stepped onto the broken ruins with a posture that was completely in line with the undead’s deathly aura, and then finally stopped outside the tectonic towers as they moved forward unguided.

Murphy did not appear first.

He, Tris, and Missy were still in the Tectonic Tower sorting through the lifeboxes, and it was only after most of the undead who had fled during the battle had returned to this place nearly two hours later that Murphy appeared in front of them, carrying a bag of lifeboxes.

The vampire lord looked at the dozens of silent spirits in front of him that still had complete bodies and whose consciousness had not returned to the lifeboxes, he did not have a long conversation with them, but lifted the bag of lifeboxes in his hand.

This action immediately made the dead spirits present raise their heads, and the pairs of ghostly blue bone fires stared at Murphy, which conveyed a rather complicated meaning.

“Bella and Bernice now serve me, they are already part of the Scarlet Fortress.”

Murphy didn’t play smart with these undead, he got to the point:
“I know you all know the half-elf couple, and what I’m going to tell you is that I’m happy to let you all rest in peace!

I know that you were all warriors and forefathers who fought the jackals in the swamps during several Black Plagues, but my psychic masters must first identify the death spells taken on your lifeboxes before I can help you be safely released from your bindings.

This means you will need to hold on for a while longer.”

The passage received no response.

The undead were silent, but the distinctive aura that emanated from them came together and easily made the surrounding bystanders realize that they were disappointed with Murphy’s choice.

Perhaps the undead thought that Murphy was nothing more than the same goods as the jackal warlock, saying that they were serving temporarily, but in reality, they were only using relief and rest as bait to entice them to continue serving.

However, in the next second, Murphy threw the bag in his hand without any hesitation.

The bag broke loose when it hit the ground, tossing the various types of lifeboxes within it all over the ground.

“Until we find a way to let you rest in peace, your lifeboxes should be carried by yourselves.”

The Governor said aloud:
“Those whose destroyed forms have not yet been able to be resurrected will be reinstated under the auspices of my ‘Caller of the Dead’, Bella, and I will return their lifeboxes to them just the same.

What I want you to know is that I have absolutely no need for you dead who have been disturbed from your resting place to serve me, I already have the bravest warriors in the world as my vanguard.

You are just a bunch of pathetic people who shouldn’t be in this age.

I will not continue to oppress you.

But you cannot remain on the lands of Wolfsburg, the order of this swamp has been disturbed too much by you, and until you are laid to rest, you may travel to the underground corridors of the Scarlet Fortress.

There is more than enough room for you there.

Of course, if you do not believe in my promises as a vampire, you may leave on your own.

But I want you to understand that what you have suffered during this time is only the most insignificant part of a vast evil organization.

Leaving Transylvania would mean that you would have to enter into a ‘hide and seek’ situation with those guys again, which is a very dangerous decision!

You have one night to make your choice.”

With that said, Murphy flapped his wings and levitated into the air.

He did not intend to say too much to these dead spirits, his contact with Bella and Bernice let him know that the undead who were disturbed from their resting place were all very stubborn, a group of guys who could never be persuaded with words.

After Murphy left, there were several people among the undead who immediately picked up their own lifeboxes and then left the ruins without looking back.

They quickly disappeared into the shadows of the swamp.

That meant that they didn’t think they needed help, they thought that they were still the same as when they were alive and could handle all the troubles they encountered on their own.

But most of the necromancers and Underworld Knights chose to stay.

That didn’t mean they chose to serve Murphy and his cause.

They simply have nowhere else to go.

As the dead wandering the earth, they are not accepted by the living or the dead, and have to struggle to walk in the cracks between the two worlds until the quiet resting place arrives one day or maybe it never will.

This is the destiny of the dead.

They are the damned, the forgotten, the used, the trampled.

The moment they are resurrected, there is no glory left for them in this world, and all that awaits them is endless humiliation and waiting, and this is the price for the balance between life and death to be broken.

The dead do not die, only wither.

(End of chapter)