Chapter 51 The Friendly Tarantan Undead
In Lord Yang & Zombie General's tent.
Lowell walked in with a stiff face, and after seeing the zombie king sitting on the left and right of Yang Qiu in the tent...his face became even stiffer.
"Please take a seat." Yang Qiu politely invited Lowell to sit down. "The undead are rushing to build the summoning array they need. Please forgive me for my poor hospitality. Tomorrow morning, we can set off again and send some civilians to the exile town where we have already built a habitable area."
"... Yang." Lowell tried to stay calm. "I acknowledge that these 'Tarantan Undead' are friendly to the living, but... I always think that it is not a good idea to let civilians live with these undead creatures."
"I understand. Although the undead are very friendly, their image is indeed a bit too stimulating for ordinary civilians." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "But please believe that this is not a big problem. For better living conditions, I think civilians can get used to and accept these friendly undead."
Rowell: “…”
After all, Lowell lived for nearly three hundred years. No matter how "detached from the masses and high above" he was, it was impossible for him to be completely unaware of the sufferings of the people.
Lowell had heard of civilians being convicted of stealing food countless times in his nearly three hundred years of life.
In this world, there is no such admonition to the monarch as “People do not fear death, so how can they be frightened by death?”, nor is there such a great truth as “People take food as their heaven”, but the truth is common, and there is no shortage of wise men who have similar cognitions in this world...
So Lowell completely understood what Yang Qiu meant: When people are almost unable to survive, how big of a problem is it to coexist with the dead?
Rowell couldn't help but sigh softly.
The town of Kamor is a famous town in the eastern part of the Principality of Shiga, which is famous for its wealth. However, even in such a town of Kamor, there are such a group of civilians who are willing to devote themselves to the undead in order to fill their stomachs with food... With his long life experience, he really can't accuse these civilians of being dishonorable or betraying their compatriots. This is not the civilians' fault.
Yang Qiu could understand the reluctance of the black-robed inspector. After all, the other party was old and had experience. If he didn't have any sense of the overall situation, all those hundreds of years of hard work would have been in vain.
Of course, understanding is understanding, but I definitely won't give in...
In order to give the Scourge something to do, Tarantan must develop.
If Tarantan wants to develop, there will inevitably be friction and conflict with its neighbors.
You can't fight head-on from the beginning, after all, the number of natural disasters is not enough to crush all paper tigers... So, before you have enough strength, it is especially important to take advantage of others as much as possible and buy more time to develop without forcing them to fall out...
"I have to tell you the truth, Supervisor Lowell." Yang Qiu said sincerely, "In fact, it was not the subjective will of the Tarantan Undead to accept these Kamor civilians. It was just my own selfish desire."
"You know, I once stayed in Kamoer for a short time, and I have a deep memory of the living conditions of the landless farmers in Kamoer. I know that there are many unfortunate people among them, and I just want to provide them with some small help within my ability, even if it is just to let these poor people have a few full meals in the last few years of their lives. For me, at least I can have a clear conscience."
Rowell was stunned.
As the black-robed supervisor of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity, Lowell's powerful perception can detect... this black magician is telling the truth.
...It is indeed the truth. There is not a single word in this passage that Yang Qiu did not speak from the bottom of his heart. He just omitted a lot of key content...
This made Lowell feel ashamed. He found that he had only unilaterally interpreted and guessed the other party's intentions based on his own feelings and cognition. He came up with such a childish idea just because he found that the "ghosts of Tarantan" seemed a little weird and was frightened by the ugly zombie king in the tent. He felt ashamed.
"You are a seeker of truth who deserves respect, Master." Lowell blushed slightly, and from the perspective of a priest of the church, he tactfully expressed his highest praise to Yang, the black magician - spellcasters call themselves seekers of truth, a point that many churches are unwilling to admit.
Yang Qiu not only accepted the praise with a smile, but also shamelessly said modestly: "I just want to do what I should do."
He had just finished pretending to be awesome when several players barged into the tent.
Rowell thought that these undead were looking for something with Yang Qiu, and was about to find an excuse to leave, but then he saw... these skeletons didn't care about Yang at all, and went straight to the zombie king sitting next to them...
Two of the skeletons stared at him curiously for a few seconds, mumbling something in some demonic language from some other dimension.
"Hey, Lao Yang's gay friend is here too?"
"I'll take a screenshot first. I'll log off and save the game after I finish the resurrection point."
"I feel like this NPC is more like the protagonist than Lao Yang. If Lao Yang enters the game, will this NPC be replaced as the lord? Nowadays, game plots all like to use this kind of love-hate relationship..."
Lowell didn't understand and was bewildered. He couldn't understand why these undead often showed interest in him, and he didn't understand why these intelligent skeletons would circle around the zombie king who didn't look like he had any intelligence.
Yang Qiu, who could understand what the players were talking about, drank his tea calmly.
He is an old man and won't argue with these players over a few words like those former thieves.
Finding that the teapot was empty, Yang Qiu calmly issued a temporary task.
The player who just muttered "Lao Yang is coming in to change generals" suddenly turned around, picked up the teapot and walked out without saying a word: "I have triggered a task to boil water for Lao Yang, you guys go ahead and do it without waiting for me!"
"Go ahead!"
Rowell still didn't understand: "???"
Yang Qiu explained with a smile: "I don't need words to communicate with the dead."
"...I see." Lowell reluctantly accepted this setting. After hesitating for a moment, Lowell couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "These undead seem to...care about me?"
"Don't worry, they are curious about everything." Yang Qiu said very calmly.
After chatting with Lowell for a while longer, Yang Qiu sent a temporary task to the player who had expressed his wish for him to join the game.
The player who was busy boiling water to make tea immediately jumped up and hurried over to the mountain of supplies to prepare snacks for Lao Yang...
At six o'clock in the evening of the alien world, when Yang Qiu issued an instant task to the NPC to prepare dinner, he continued to throw the most trivial tasks at this player...
"This is poisonous. Why the hell have I been running errands all day long?" The player who was having a great time earning reputation couldn't help but grumble after working for a long time.
"It's good to have quests to do." The player's teammate gloated , "Did you hear about the group of Mingfeng Chunpu and Huanling who went out to 'open up new land' and were wiped out when they returned to Exile Town? The resurrection point of the base here hasn't been built yet. They can't even teleport there. They're all crying in Exile Town. They've even posted several messages offline asking us to speed up the construction progress."
"It's their fault! They called those guys instead of others for good things!" The player who was annoyed by the trivial errands immediately became delighted.
Players’ happiness comes from their hearts.
When the riders of the Holy Priest Cavalry entered the stronghold for dinner, they found a large hole dug in the center of the stronghold.
Some of the skeletons were preparing food for them, while others were circling the big pit.
The black magician Yang and an ugly and hideous zombie king wearing tattered armor of ancient style were surrounded by a group of chattering skeletons at the edge of the pit.
What's even more ridiculous is that the Zombie King is still talking, and his language is similar to that of the skeletons, with complex pronunciations and a special rhythm...
The priests, including Andre, said: "???"
Zombies, like skeletons, are undead abnormal creatures of the undead type. Their bodies have been mutated due to the infection of demonic energy or other reasons. If they are placed in the general category of monsters, they can be regarded as "physique-mutated" monsters.
Simply put, it has thick skin, agile movements and strong destructive power.
But in terms of danger... at least in the eyes of the priests whose job is to expel monsters, zombies, like skeletons, have a relatively low priority in the undead category.
The reason is very simple. The IQs of these two undead creatures are very touching, and zombies are more touching than skeletons.
Many black magicians would rather use a ghost as a servant than a skeleton. Even if they have to use a skeleton, they will never consider zombies.
Skeletons can at least sweep the floor and do some simple chores, but zombies can't even do chores.
"Don't be surprised, it's just that this zombie king is special." Rowell said to his subordinates, "These Tarantan undeads are convinced by this zombie king and are very respectful to him. We must not be disrespectful."
"...Yes." Andre swallowed and took the lead in answering.
"Not only are the skeletons special here, but zombies are special too?" Some people found it very difficult to understand.
They had eaten a meal prepared by the skeletons in the afternoon, and by the meal in the evening, not only the civilians but also the priests expressed that they had adapted well and no one felt any discomfort.
Of course, the bigger reason is that the evening meal is richer than the daytime meal, and there are even some "after-meal snacks" - small biscuits wrapped in paper, and a pudding (jelly) in a waterproof paper box.
The priests were very satisfied with their dinner rations and happily returned to their own camp to rest after finishing their meal.
Seven hours after dinner.
Andre silently stood up, lifted the blanket, crawled out of his small tent, and looked at the undead stronghold with an expressionless face.
In the darkness, faint noises could be heard from the undead's stronghold from time to time.
That’s fine - after all, their camp is some distance away from the undead’s stronghold, so they can adapt if they are patient.
The problem is that the activities of these undead are not limited to their broken stronghold!
Andre didn't stand there for long before he saw... under the dim moonlight, a large group of undead trotting out of the stronghold.
As they ran, the undead were also talking loudly.
This group of mobile noise sources passed by the southeast of the priests' camp less than fifty meters away and ran into the depths of the wilderness.
Andre, whose veins on his forehead bulged due to the noise made by these guys, took a deep breath and exhaled, forcibly suppressing the anger in his stomach. He turned around silently, bent down and went into the tent.
This is the fifth batch of noisy undead passing through the camp! There shouldn't be any more moving sources of noise!
Thinking of this, Andre lay down on the blanket and closed his eyes.
After a while, the old soldier, who had accumulated a lot of fatigue, fell into a deep sleep.
“Crack, crack!”
"WAKAKAAAAAA!"
"Quack, quack!"
"Ji Li Gu Lu!"
Andre was awakened again, opened his bloodshot eyes and held his head in his hands.
Andre understood very well the undead creatures' restless and sleepless nature and had no intention of getting angry, but this was already the sixth batch to come out of there - the base had to be empty by then!
Andre endured the noise with veins all over his forehead, and, exhausted both physically and mentally, he closed his eyes again.
After sleeping for about an hour, the life-threatening "click, click" sound started again...
This time, the undead who were still energetic and lively in the middle of the night seemed to be arguing very hard, making a louder noise than the previous six times...
Andre crawled out of the tent with distorted features, and for some reason a knight's sword appeared in his hand.
There were more than a dozen other people who had completely lost their patience like him and came out with weapons.
These priests looked murderously at the group of inconsiderate undead.
Afterwards, these priests, who had good night vision, were stunned to find that... the undead were actually arguing.
Not only did they quarrel, they also fought.
At most thirty or forty meters away from their camp, at least a hundred undead were fighting in a melee, and many skeletons were glowing with conspicuous red glows of battle roars...
The priests: “???”
"If we hadn't paralyzed the teleport point, you would still be crying in Exile Town! Teleporting here and stealing monsters, how dare you?!"
"Who are you asking for the right? We have already given away half of the monster spawning sites we found before. What else do you want? You are the only ones who are qualified to spawn monsters? You are so shameless!"
"Focus your fire and attack! Don't let him get away!"
"Damn it!"
"Herb one knife! One knife!"
