Chapter 70 The Destination of Believers
"Then who's going to come out quickly? Who wants the red-headed blood lion?"
Ma Kesi held his summoning staff and brought the players from the combat department of the Aotian Club. The group of people stood in front of the door of the Magician's Guild and shouted loudly.
"The quest item is here, who's going to come and claim it? Just settle the quest reward!"
"Our boss asked for a high-level fire magic scroll. He saw a high-level fire magic in a book yesterday and he really liked it!"
Countless NPCs watching saw this scene and exclaimed in amazement.
"These undead really did it!"
"Oh my god, how many of their undead companions must have died before they could kill this blood lion!"
"I suddenly feel that the profession of bounty hunter should disappear completely! The undead are the real bounty hunters!"
A large number of magicians from the Magic Guild rushed out, staring at the huge blood lion corpse in front of them with dull expressions, their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, gasping for breath.
"How did these undead do it?!"
Facing the magicians' amazement.
Ma Kesi couldn't help but sneered: "A bunch of bumpkins, it's just a high-level monster. When we were leveling up in the forest, we often teamed up to kill it for fun."
From this moment on, the players showed the NPCs their strength as natural disasters.
An old magician came out.
He was the magician who issued the mission. When faced with the death of Ma Ke, he readily took out a bunch of high-level magic scrolls and said, "Brave undead warrior, you can take any of these magic scrolls!"
"Fuck!"
Ma Kesi took a deep breath, and the players behind him couldn't help but glow green in their eyes when they saw the large number of magic scrolls in front of them.
“It’s so terrifying!”
"Magicians are really rich!"
"I really want to rob him, but I can't seem to beat him."
The old magician looked at this group of undead with a smile. He was very relieved about them because they had shown excellent and powerful qualities in these days.
Research on this group of undead has shown that they are not as evil as the temple says. Instead, they are more obedient.
Complete tasks and get rewards.
Although there are occasionally a few undead who violate this rule, they are only a small minority.
Just like in the human group, there are good people and bad people.
Magicians are increasingly finding the undead useful, and most importantly, they are cheap!
The value of a blood lion is almost equivalent to five high-level magic scrolls, but with only one high-level magic scroll as a mission reward, this group of undead can kill a blood lion in the shortest time!
"Okay, this is the one!"
Ma Kesi picked out a high-level scroll, and then watched reluctantly as the old magician collected all the other scrolls.
"It seems like I want them all..."
Ma Ke asked unwillingly, "Master, do you still have this kind of mission?"
"it's gone now."
The old magician shook his head and told the magic apprentices to move the blood lion into the Magicians Guild. Then he turned around and said, "If I need anything else, I will come to you again."
"Okay, we promise to be there whenever you call us!"
Ma Kesi was very happy and waved his hand: "Brothers, let's retreat and tell Brother Long the good news!"
The undead love tasks like killing monsters the most.
You can get life points and experience points, as well as mission rewards, killing two birds with one stone.
Watching the undead figures gradually moving away, the old magician stood at the door of the Magicians' Guild, wondering what he was thinking about.
"President, have you changed your mind?" a young magician asked quietly. He could sense the change in the president's attitude.
"I know what you're worried about."
The old magician president sighed and said, "Now the conflict between the academy and the temple has deepened. The dean has not clearly stated his intention to go to war with the temple, so the best thing for us to do is not to have any contact with these undead spirits."
"It's not just because they captured the Northern City. They are the undead, the mortal enemy of the temple."
"But……"
The old magician leader frowned, his face full of confusion: "You know, it's really hard to find bounty hunters as useful and obedient as these undead in this world."
"But if we do this and the temple finds out, it might put the dean in a difficult position."
The young magician frowned, a little worried: "The temple is too powerful, we may not be their opponent."
"How about this."
The old magician guild leader patted the young man on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Let's just pretend we don't know what happened in Thorn Flower City. We'll make as much money as we can."
"As for the dean, he should understand us."
"It's not easy for people who do magic these days. I just want to save some costs. I just want to make a little contribution to the magicians in the North. In fact, I hate the undead too."
The old Magician's Guild President shook his head and sighed, then turned and entered the Magician's Guild.
The young magician was deeply moved when he heard the president's sigh: "Your Excellency the President..."
Unexpectedly, the president is so wise that he would rather offend the temple than neglect the interests of all Northern magicians!
The young
The president of the Magician's Guild, who walked into the Guild with his back to him, had a sad tone, but his expression suddenly changed. A smile spread across his old face like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"I'm rich! I'm rich! I can exchange a high-level magic scroll for a blood lion! I'm making a fortune this time!"
With the outbreak of the Blood Lion Incident of the Magicians' Guild, most residents of the Northern City began to face up to the role of the undead.
After these days of getting along with each other, most people are no longer afraid of the dead.
Now, more people are discovering more uses for the undead.
"What a strange group of undead spirits. They are so eager to help the people in the city complete their mission."
"Yes, I was entangled by the undead a few days ago. There was no mission for me, but it kept pestering me for a mission. It even followed me home and helped me clean, cook, and wash clothes. I felt really guilty, so I gave it a few copper coins."
"What do you think? Could this be the order of the Great Evil? The Great Evil, the city lord, deliberately made the undead work so hard in order to make us accept him as the new city lord."
"Your guess makes sense, but... he is a big villain, and a recognized evil undead summoner! Do you think an evil guy needs the consent of others before he can become the city lord?"
"That makes sense, just like the Sad Wind Method doesn't require a reason to kill someone."
"Then why are these undead so helpful?"
"Maybe the undead are not bad by nature. We have all been misled by the temple and have wronged the undead for so long."
Xu Xiaofan gradually discovered that many people in the Northern City began to talk about the undead. The NPC circles were just like the players' circles, with many analyses and speculations about each other.
This is a very interesting thing.
As an independent outsider, Xu Xiaofan can look at the problem from the NPC's perspective, and also from the player's standpoint.
"Perhaps this is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation to change the local NPCs on the Esk Continent."
"Who says the undead are necessarily evil? Since ancient times, the victors are kings and the losers are bandits. As long as we defeat the Temple, light is evil! The undead are justice!"
Xu Xiaofan suddenly understood this truth.
These days, Xu Xiaofan stayed in the Northern City not only to visit and understand the city, but also because he remembered the artifact he promised to give to Xu Ercong.
After days of thinking and researching, Xu Xiaofan finally finalized the template and functional effects of the first artifact!
"I can't create a real Death God artifact right now, but I can create a special pseudo-artifact. It just needs to have the effect that meets Xu Ercong's needs."
"The function of this artifact cannot just satisfy one player. It should be considered from the perspective of the majority of players, while also taking into account my interests as the God of Death."
"I have an idea!"
Xu Xiaofan disappeared, and when Long Aotian returned to the City Lord's Mansion, he did not find Lord Death.
Whether in the City Lord's Mansion, the City of the North, or even in the leveling areas outdoors, Lord Death was not found.
"Lord Death, where have you been? Why didn't you tell Xiao Long'er?"
Long Aotian was very sad. He felt that it was because he did not take good care of Lord Death that Lord Death left the Northern City.
On the contrary, Xu Ercong was very open-minded: "Aotian, he is the big boss of our camp, so he naturally cannot hang out with us every day. After all, the boss is the boss, and he must have his own things to do."
"But I haven't received the mission yet."
Long Aotian was very sad: "I have served him for so many days, but he is unwilling to give me a task."
Long Aotian’s sadness did not last long.
On the third day, Xu Xiaofan returned to the City Lord's Mansion.
"I have brought your artifact rewards."
Looking at the surprised expressions on the faces of the two legion commanders in front of him, Xu Xiaofan was very satisfied.
"What did I say?"
Long Aotian chuckled and shouted, "The God of Death is the God of Death! Is the boss the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?"
Xu Ercong looked at the Lord Death in front of him with a smile, and asked impatiently: "Lord Death, where is our artifact?"
"The artifact is here."
Xu Xiaofan took out an item from the sleeve of his wide cloak, handed it to Xu Ercong, and said earnestly: "This is your artifact reward."
This is a small architectural template. It looks like a pointed tower. It is black in color and looks very simple at first glance.
But after looking at it carefully, Xu Ercong felt that it seemed like an educational toy for children.
"That's it?"
Long Aotian was very disappointed. This was not a magical artifact at all; it was clearly just a toy figure.
"look carefully."
Hearing the words of the God of Death, Xu Ercong quickly used the divine system to scan the small black pointed tower in his hand.
[The destination of believers]: Miracle-like buildings!
