MTL - Undead Farm-Chapter 1 Undead and Goblin

At night, I licked my faint head and sat up halfway.

"Coffin?"

Looking at the decaying black wood next to him, he frowned and raised his hand.

Very pale, no blood, but flesh and blood still.

"I, the undead?"

At night, he patted his face and his tentacles were cold and stiff. After a deep sigh, he pulled a piece of rag around his waist and climbed out of the shallow pit where he buried himself.

There was no monument in front of the pit, and even the coffin he was lying on was just a few pieces of bad door.

And the small mounds that are swaying around, prove that this place is just a place of burial.

Touching the stomach, a violent hunger came, and the brows that wrinkled the night became deeper.

He looked around and found that there was a strange plant on a mound not far away. The grass-like thing shone in the night with a quiet light, and it seemed to have a little fragrance.

Hunger drove the night to make more strenuous steps, and when he took it, he threw it into his mouth.

"Sweet..."

With a few chews, an icy breath spread from the throat down to the stomach cramps, and even the dizzy brain suffered a lot.

Evening eyes brightened at night, continue to search for such grasses that glow.

Unfortunately, after searching for it, only four strains were found. After chewing two more plants in the night, a mysterious voice suddenly came from the head.

[Recovery is complete, the system is connected...]

[Access is completed, masquerading is started, and the basic function is enabled. 】

[You have acquired the Undead Recovering ability. 】

[You have acquired the item identification skills. 】

[You have obtained the Seal of the Dead. 】

[Building function is on. 】

[Zizi... the connection has been disconnected...]

"The Seal of the Dead?"

I don't know why, the night is not unexpected to this voice, he sighed silently, a blue word appeared in his mind.

[Undead Seal] As an undead, you must devour a lot of energy to maintain your camouflage. Each time you gain 10 marks, you can convert to 1 point of Soul.

Maintain consumption: 10 souls per day (deducted at dawn).

Looking at the flashing six-pointed star sign in my heart, I shook my head at night.

He naturally knows what the undead is, a race that is almost extinct on the sacred stone continent. Once the remaining pitiful worms are discovered, only the soul smashes a result, even the most disgusting and most hated pigs are not so awful.

And this camouflage effect should be able to cover his undead atmosphere, not to be seen at a glance, but at the cost of consuming a lot of soul energy.

Soul energy, the energy of the undead creatures, relies on the engulfing of the souls, they can use the transformed soul to maintain their souls, and the powerful can even use this to destroy the magic of destroying the earth, and the destruction of the undead is also It is from this.

At night, I swept my own soul:

3/15.

The upper limit is very low, but the 3 o'clock from the air can make him a little surprised until he sees the silver leaf in his hand.

[Silver Leaf Grass] A strange plant that has been bred from a corpse and is highly toxic. (After eating, the soul can +1, it can be implanted in fresh corpses for breeding.)

"This plant called silver leaf grass can restore the soul energy?"

He ate a total of 3 silver leaf grass, so the soul can just have 3 points. In the face of such a magical plant, the night of the night, I feel that it should not be wasted, and it is caught on the rag of the waist.

"Fresh corpse..."

When I picked the silver leaf grass, I found out that there was no new soil in the mass grave. It may have been abandoned here. It is regrettable that there is a sudden sound of screaming in the distance. Some people seem to be holding a torch.

He looked around and hid directly behind a dead old tree, which was large enough to cover his figure.

It’s not working...

At night, I looked at a mound not far away and grinned.

"Brother, do you say that thing is really here?" A hoarse voice came from far away.

"Of course! My grandmother said that she had seen the poisonous grass when she came here to dig the grave when she was young. It would make people rot and die with a little bit."

"So, will it be discovered?"

"Idiot! As long as you are doing a good job, this kind of death will definitely be considered to be the evil undead, you are afraid of a ball!"

"Oh, my brother, do you really have a dead soul in this world? I heard the old man say that it was a mass grave hundreds of years ago, buried a lot of dead people, will it..."

"I will have an egg! Did the St. Silver Church hear it? They have a magic that can monitor the atmosphere of the undead in the whole continent. As long as there is a little bit of undead atmosphere, the pile of silver can appear immediately. Where do you say there will be undead? ?"

"This way, hey, it’s here!"

At night, he carefully looked out his head and glanced at it. He suddenly groaned.

That is not human,

It was two Goblin holding a shovel and holding a torch.

"What about the Church of St. Silver? It seems that this camouflage effect must be kept good."

On the night of the third day, God is determined to be timid and fierce. It is a very greedy and evil existence, but they are usually the emergence of hordes, and now there are only two.

Combined with the words just overheard, it seems that they want to find some silver leaf grass to poison a certain guy ~www.novelbuddy.com~ It is a pity that the silver leaf grass has been shaved by him.

"Hey, why not?"

Sure enough, Goblin’s noisy voice came again.

"Impossible, that kind of thing will grow as long as no one picks it. Is it my grandmother remembering it wrong?"

The Goblin wearing a half-burst scarf scratched his scalp and suddenly slammed the torch to the ground, loudly:

"No!"

"You see the traces of the soil here, and here, the footprints..."

"Someone!"

Brushing it, it pulled out a machete at the waist, while another thin guy raised his shovel.

Not every Goblin can have a decent weapon.

"Brother, how, what to do?" asked the thin Goblin tremblingly.

If there are ten brothers, it dares to charge against the tall human knees. If there are a hundred brothers, it can even hit the village together, but now only two of them...

The timid nature began to occupy its brain.

"Swift! Your brother, I just learned a knife, even a farmer, I can live him!"

The scarf Goblin slammed the machete in his hand, and the sound of the brush made it very satisfying.

If you don't poison the guy today, it will also be killed by the other party. This poisonous grass, it must be got!

The little brother who brought it is really useless. Just hearing someone scared it like this. I rubbed it. How can I even wet my pants?

"Giggle, you, you, your back, behind..."

"What's behind?"

Scarf Goblin turned around in confusion...