Chapter 2: Something’s Wrong With My Undead
Chapter 2 My Undead Are Not Right
The concept of the Underworld existed in this world, and the necromancer’s summoning technique was to communicate with the unconscious wandering souls of the Underworld to attach themselves to corpses.
Dead air is the opposite of life energy; withering, wilting, decay, death, etc. are all accompanied by the overflow of dead air.
The underworld is the home of dead energy, and the prerequisite for becoming a necromancer is to be able to communicate with the underworld and sense dead energy.
This thing was fine for individuals, and Heine had no flaws in this.
His problem was that he never had a wandering spirit to answer the call.
“Thought I’d never deal with the undead again, didn’t realize there were surprises at home ……”
He pinned an incendiary flask to his belt and approached the cellar with his electric shock wand in his hand.
Although it was a wand, it was actually a half-meter long electric stick that could release three electric shocks on a single charge, each time enough to put down a 300-pound boar.
He had spent 2 gold coins to buy it from the church on behalf of Xiara, and it was his most relied upon self-defense prop at the moment.
The cellar hadn’t been opened for at least half a year judging by the dirt covering the edge of the door with its tightly closed seams, but dead air did waft out from underneath here.
Heine pulled up the heavy cellar door, strangely enough there was no putrid odor down there, instead there was a hidden wind.
“It’s actually ventilated?”
Greatly amazed, he knocked on his brow and chanted in a low voice:
“All life and death are visible.”
The vision brightened slightly, and he saw a gray stream of air spilling out of the cellar.
This was the pupil of the dead, which could observe traces of dead air, and most importantly, determine if the dead air came from the wild undead.
The so-called drowned metropolis water, most necromancers also died from these monsters.
The air flow in front of him was smooth and without fluctuation, the probability was that it was naturally overflowing, meaning that there were no dangerous guys lurking below.
Feeling his spirit draining at a rapid rate, Heine quickly polished his torch and dug in.
The cellar was small and very dry, and he saw the source of the dead air within two steps.
It was two corpses “embracing each other”.
Their clothes were intact, only white bones remained, but there was a small knife scattered in their chests.
To Heine’s surprise, there was actually a silver thread extending out from each of the corpses and sticking into the ground!
“This is ……”
He lost his voice and exclaimed in shock, hastily canceling the pupils of the dead and sticking the torch on the wall.
His heart was beating wildly!
It actually did see it!
After failing to summon a wandering spirit for the first time, Heine had inquired with those trainees who had succeeded.
That group of people all said that they saw green lines on the corpses, some had one, some had two, and some had more.
After comparing these people’s results Heine analyzed and came to the conclusion that the green line represented the corpse’s attraction to the wandering soul.
Or you could say that every corpse was attracting wandering souls, but not every mage could see it.
Those who succeeded in summoning were already successful when they witnessed the green line, the rest of the work was just water under the bridge.
But Heine had never seen a green line.
Now though the color was wrong, his did see a line!
Could this mean that he could finally complete the summoning!
Heine’s mouth went a little dry as he forced himself to hold back his excitement and went up to inspect the two corpses.
He kept in mind the mandatory process of summoning – you must first know enough about the carrier the wandering spirit is attached to.
The flesh and blood of both corpses had melted away, leaving only white bones, indicating that they had been here for at least a year.
The bones were tough and of high quality, indicating that the two were well trained.
“No wonder they can fend each other to death, why are things fighting over?”
Heine searched around, the two men didn’t have anything on them that indicated their identity, nor did they have any belongings, they were all ordinary clothes.
The only commendable thing was that both daggers were of good quality.
The Burrowing Ground offered a course on armor for skeletons, commonly known as “hanging iron”, so he could see that the daggers were made of fine wrought iron ingots.
After confirming that everything was in order, Heine took a deep breath.
He opened the pupil of the dead once again and focused his spirit on the two corpses, each connected by a silver thread.
After two years, he once again chanted an unfamiliar incantation:
“Dead things still viable when they see life, wandering souls cross the border to get close to me!”
Heine held his breath, staring at the two skeletons with death in his eyes.
He saw the silver threads fluctuate for a moment, and then, as if they were blooming garlicky flowers, they split into hundreds of thin filaments that stuck into the ground.
One second ……
Two seconds ……
Three seconds ……
A silver flame lit up inside the cranial cavity of each of the two skeletons, and the one on the left, as if he had stepped on a step while descending the steps in a dream, suddenly raised his leg and kicked the other one, who immediately sat up from the ground!
“It worked!!!”
Heine excitedly waved his fist!
But just then, an unfamiliar voice flashed through his mind.
“What’s happening to me?”
Heine was struck by lightning and stood frozen.
The other party said …… Chinese?
The three major taboos of summoning spells suddenly surfaced:
Do not summon a soul that has a master, do not summon a soul that has a master, do not summon a soul that has a master!
But his skeleton could talk, and spoke fluent Chinese …… Traveler?
The bad news wasn’t the only one, as another skeleton followed with an exclamation.
“I crossed over?”
Holy shit, two?
“Coincidentally, so am I. Dude I can hear you.”
“Are you the skeleton in front of me? Holy shit how come I’m a skeleton too, and who is this guy? Wait …… what the fuck, master?”
“No problem bro, we’ve become summons, shit we were on the battlefield last second, it’s not like our helmets burned, is it?”
The two of them also chatted up!
“Brother, what battlefield are you playing? It’s not AGE, is it?”
“Grass, it can’t really be such a coincidence, right? I’m a level 44 wanderer in the subzone, my name is Xiage Mourning Enemy Sword, what about you?”
“Mr. Xia? I’m catching a sheep, catching a sheep!”
“I’m going, Goat???”
When the two passionately recognized each other, Heine’s sanity had already gone through the whole process of burning out and then rekindling.
He flashed through countless thoughts in that instant, overloading to the point of downtime at one point before he managed to calm down.
Heine was from Earth in 2023, he had never heard of a game called AGE, especially the term “subzone” was unheard of.
In the previous world of Yamaguchiyama, for example, when players locate themselves, they will first say the big server – Asian service, American service, European service and so on, and then accurate to the big area – one, three, five, seven, two, four, six, eighty, and so on.
There are also different servers for different zones, like the Burning Card and Phoenix Card.
However, the traveler named “Mr. Xia” only mentioned “Asian region”, without any other modifications to complete the positioning of their own.
This may be influenced by the Chinese language, but he said so lightly, indicating that the game is likely to be the same service in the world, at least “Asia” range is only a district, not even divided into China, Japan, South Korea, Southeast Asia and so on.
Plus he mentioned the helmet ……
Isn’t this the virtual online game that no one has written before he crossed over?
Heine was sure he would never see such a game in his lifetime.
So these two people in front of him were either from a parallel universe or from the afterlife.
Either way, they were not from the same era as himself.
After the initial ecstasy and shock, Heine fell into intense fear.
This fear first stems from the rejection of fellow travelers.
It is a biological instinct, akin to territoriality, in which his unique advantages are challenged.
The second is his own poverty.
Crossing over for three years without any golden fingers, and the other party is suspected to be from a more advanced era, and they also know each other ……
In his place, even if he had traveled as a servant of the aborigines, he would have inevitably kept a low profile, held back, and then killed.
What’s more, the other party is still weaker, only came a few years earlier counterparts?
Even though he himself was still able to keep them in check now, this was after all a traveler.
Things had come to this point, and the security that necromancy brought him simply wasn’t enough.
For a moment thoughts flashed rapidly through Heine’s mind.
He quickly made a decision, the most urgent thing was to disguise himself as an aborigine, and until he figured out the temperament of these two people and knew enough about their character and the era they lived in, he must not reveal the fact that he was also a traveler and could understand their words!
This is their greatest advantage.
It only took him a short time to think of all this, and the two travelers were in the middle of a passionate recognition and did not notice his abnormality.
“On my command, stand up!”
The two skeletons immediately rose and stood neatly in front of him.
Meanwhile they were conversing frantically.
“Brother Goat, can you understand what he’s saying?”
“No, but I can understand, and the body did as it was told.”
“Me too, this is really becoming someone’s servant.”
“Thinking on the bright side, it seems like he can’t hear what we’re chatting about …… That said, how are we chatting, it can’t be that the squad voice is traveling along with us, right? This plug-in is also too fishing.”
“Look on the bright side, something is better than nothing.”
Listening to the conversation between the two, Heine also breathed a sigh of relief.
They hadn’t realized the conversation could be heard by themselves, and they didn’t understand the language of this world.
But because of the master-servant relationship, they could understand their own words.
That makes it a lot easier.
“I order you to pick up the daggers on the ground and the torches on the wall and follow me to the surface.”
Heine verbalized commands up and down, his mind meticulously detailing the specifics so that they understood who was going to get the torches and who was going to pick up the daggers.
Theoretically the necromancer’s thoughts were enough to command and did not need to shout out instructions.
But a man’s thoughts were transient and difficult to control, and words would allow him to clarify exactly what he was thinking.
The two skeletons were complaining about the “whole thing is like a novice tutorial” while doing as they were told, and their movements were smooth and flawless.
Heine’s heart finally dropped a little.
(End of chapter)