in2ebook Chapter 311 Becoming the Most Hated Type of Person
Chapter 311 Becoming the Most Hated Type of Person
The easiest way to get information is to ask.
For this reason, when the National Salvation Army that was airdropped in was using magic arm armor to clean up the entire Breland family castle, Abes also ordered them to leave behind those beings that seemed to have relatively higher intelligence.
But it turns out that even if such an order is issued, the undead after screening are all difficult to communicate with.
When Abes saw these undead beings that were left behind, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Most of these undead still belong to the two-piece set of skeleton zombies.
Needless to say, those that were pinched directly out of thin air looked lifeless, with sunken eye sockets and empty eyes.
Only those transformed from humans can still retain some consciousness.
For example, the skin, which was as dry as dead tree bark, was crisscrossed with dried blood.
His lips were torn open, revealing his yellowed teeth.
This type can often produce hoarse and indistinct whispers, as if coming from the depths of hell.
After facilitating dozens of them, Abes saw an individual trying to express his meaning with gestures, but his movements were stiff and his finger joints made crackling sounds, as if a rusty machine was barely functioning.
There were also several bodies whose eyes were clearly blind. Although the eyeballs had not completely rotted away, they were obviously turbid and unclear, as if covered by a thick layer of fog.
But they are also the most talkative. Does this mean that all prophet-like characters need to pay some price?
All in all, Abes finally selected the targets that met the requirements.
They all have one thing in common, a vague consciousness that exists vaguely somewhere deep.
In other words, there is a certain probability that they still retain some remnants of their memories from their previous lives.
If properly guided, these memory fragments can struggle in their rotten minds and emerge with some useful information.
Abes stood in front of these undead beings, frowning slightly.
He knew very well that it was not easy to obtain valuable information from these broken souls.
Despite this, he decided to try to communicate with them. Even just a clue could be the key to uncovering the secrets of the Breland family and the hag.
By using the priest's divine power to offset the negative energy of the undead, or using the bard's power to borrow the power of the Sound of Creation to give those memory fragments a chance, Abes was finally able to get a few words before they were all suppressed by the heavy oblivion.
"Arrived here on a Wednesday in the winter month."
"Help establish a connection with the God of Dreams. She said it was because she also needed the power of dreams."
So that's how it is. The last step of Aunt Vanna's evolution is to deal with the Night Hag's power and victims.
That's why he offered help when he passed by the Breland family.
"The initial splitting and transformation requires relatively complete spiritual power as consumable material. Therefore, except for Sir Victor, the main consciousness of the rest of the people was crushed into Lava larvae."
Abes suddenly realized why so many undead creatures had no sense of preservation and spirit.
Except for the leader Sir Victor, have all the others turned into Lava larvae?
But where exactly does the consciousness that Sir Victor retained exist?
Abes naturally didn't know that the undead with the greatest intelligence and planning power was still in Kronos' consciousness, and his soul was transformed into a spiritual body, an owlbear, by Abes and Kronos.
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In addition to asking directly, another method is to search and investigate.
However, it can be expected that after being transformed into the undead, they will not be interested in non-living things.
If there is any written record left, it should be preserved.
After searching like this, Abes actually found some things that might be useful.
First up is a potion gift pack.
This potion is the reason why the fields around the Breland castle are filled with abundant magical energy, and it is also the reason why magic crystals spontaneously form in that passage.
It turned out that back when it was still a branch family, it was relying on the medicines produced by the main family that allowed the branch family to run a fairly good herbal medicine business.
In order to prevent the branch family from developing too quickly and too large, the main family did not give out too much medicine at once, but focused on a steady stream of medicine.
Sometimes I only feed them until they are 70% or 80% full.
This is not treating the branch family as family members at all, it is clearly treating them as wild beasts and falcons to be tamed.
With such a petty mind, he still had the nerve to call on the branch families to join them in supporting the eldest prince during a rebellion?
If you don't start a fight, you can be considered loyal.
Afterwards, the main family was destroyed, and the branch family was preserved due to the "kindness" of the young king.
The branch family managed to run the business well for ten years relying on the last batch of medicines transferred from the main family.
But now, it is necessary to transform the entire tribe, even the servants, into undead.
Naturally, there is no one to manage the herb farm next to the castle.
Because the Brelands' original plan was not to directly expose the undead army in the castle, but to continue to disguise themselves as a supplier of herbs and magical plants that developed normal business in troubled times.
Therefore, the operation of these herbal farms must be maintained.
However, these farmlands that require magical power to sustain them were designed to be close to the castle.
It's not just to save the length of the passage, but mainly to preserve secrets.
Even the servants in the castle, who were supposed to be living a comfortable life, were forced to do the rough work of farmers, naturally for the purpose of protecting the secret.
Therefore, even if there is a shortage of manpower, we cannot simply capture civilians in the territory to come and help.
In response to this, the Breland family decided to use strong force to throw bricks.
As long as the supply of magic power is sufficient, it can be maintained even without more manpower to manage it.
It's like the land of the black uncles in Africa is so fertile that a handful of water can produce a bumper harvest, or the powerful nutrient supply of the humus layer of the black soil in Northeast my country.
If one wants to have the strength to fly bricks, the little remaining amount of medicine that was delivered after the main family was destroyed ten years ago is of course not enough.
They need a prescription.
So, there is the story of sending the five extraordinary wanderers who were handed over to them by the witch to the Mud City.
Seeing this, Abes thoughtfully recalled the time when he was "assassinated" in the Mud City.
At that time, Hime and I considered that place to be a "medical room".
After all, the shapes of those beds and the brackets for hanging intravenous drips were very similar to the infusion rooms and wards that Abes had witnessed before he traveled through time.
However, thinking back now, even after being taught by me, Matthew, who was definitely at the top of the five countries of Waklia in terms of medicine and pharmacy, had not yet created a medical room that gave me a sense of déjà vu.
How could there be such a thing in the ruins of the Breland family's home ten years ago?
Maybe, that's not a place for medical treatment or healing, but...
Some kind of experimental site.
Those age-old bloodstains and graffiti filled with curses and weird auras.
This illustrates the point very well.
Therefore, for this gift package of medicines, Abes simply ordered the soldiers to keep them and pack them up and take them back when the next transport-type iron bird descended.
"Let Hionagi and the others study it carefully first, but don't put it into use."
He had no intention of using this directly on the land under his control.
On the one hand, it is unclear whether this thing will have any subsequent bad effects after use or whether it will cause the land and crops to become dependent on it;
Secondly, it was also because of some bad guesses I made about the formula of this thing.
If it is really effective, has no side effects, and has no problems at all, then can I really conduct evil experiments for the production of such a thing, like the main family of the Breland family that was destroyed ten years ago?
When it comes to farming, we have druids on our side.
In terms of magic supply, there is also a magic crystal production line set up by Sister Agatha.
Although I haven't figured out how to use the magic crystals that were originally used to power the rune set for farming, at least this provides a possibility, a possibility to achieve similar results without doing anything bad against one's conscience.
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After the potion gift pack, the next thing Abes found was a map.
It's more of a simple hand-drawn route sketch than a map.
Moreover, this drawing is located inside the diary.
"Haha, diary plus map, this trick looks familiar."
It was this combination that the witch used to inspire Sauron to become a hero.
Using half-truths, he made the then-young hunter devote all his energy to entering the etheric space to rescue the missing.
If Abes had not arrived in time, Soran would have eventually become a victim of the Night Hag's power.
He became the ghost Aunt Wanna and advanced to the night ghost, which was an important stepping stone for her to complete her evolution.
Could it be that Aunt Vanna’s inspiration came from the diary of the head of the Breland family?
Therefore, with this previous experience, Abes initially checked the combination of the diary and the map with a skeptical attitude.
But after reading it, his heart was still stirred.
He finally understood why Soran was deceived at that time.
Because no matter whether it is true or false, people are always willing to believe what they want to see.
By verifying the text content, Abes was able to find out what this hand-drawn route sketch meant.
This is the travel diary of Sir Victor of the Breland family during his early travels.
And that very familiar village illustration is located in the blank space at the bottom right of one of the diaries.
As expected, the fake village created by the dead tree does have a real prototype.
But unfortunately, the source did not come from the situation of the villages around Breland's house, but from Sir Victor's early travels.
Not only is the journey long, but the time span is also long enough.
First, it is not within the control range, so it is inconvenient for Abes to go there;
Second, the time span is so long that it is unknown whether the village still exists. If so, has the shield that served as the well cover been moved to another location?
But just as Soran, who longed to be a hero, believed in the method of rescuing the missing people provided by the witch, Abes, who longed to complete his three-piece set, also believed in the location of the village marked on the diary and route map he searched for.
In addition, now all the people and non-humans of the Breland family have been captured by me, and this diary was also found by me after rummaging through boxes and cabinets. It is much more trustworthy than the hard-to-get tactic used by the witch Aunt Vanna when she sold it to Sauron.
Therefore, Abes accepted the diary and route sketch.
"That time won't be too far away."
That place was located in what is now known as the territory of Marquis Renne. As long as he unified the small kingdom of Wommza, he could easily reach that place and verify whether his shield was really still there.
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Apart from these two key points, the most troublesome of the remaining documents is the contact records with Nas.
This made Abes feel a little ashamed.
Originally, I thought that I could fight against the invasion of Lizardmen in the Eastern Wilderness with great courage and righteousness once again.
However, what was unexpected was that Nass was involved in the troubles of the Breland family this time.
They took the secret technique but didn't do anything with it, and also cut off communication (although the main reason was that the people with the intelligence to communicate had been eliminated by Abes), so they really had a reason to send troops.
Besides, how can a divided country resist aggression?
"Unfortunately, we still have to fight. Not only do I have to fight, I also want to take Naas and the entire North into my possession."
Apart from the above items, there were many other documents and materials. Although it was unknown what use they could play, Abes still ordered them to be sealed and transported back to the capital.
Summarizing data from massive amounts of information takes a lot of time, requires a lot of work, and has low results.
But this is also a part that must be analyzed, and there is still a certain possibility of seeing the big picture from the small details.
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The next night, Abes met Nas's captives.
After launching seven attacks of varying sizes over two days, the number of enemies captured from Nas did not exceed two hundred.
This is indeed a rare situation.
After all, the proportion of living people in Nas's Second Division was not high, and they were bombarded several times by them. The living people would become dead if they continued to fight.
However, as soon as they met, before they could even open their mouths to ask questions, a burst of passionate cursing came from the other side.
"You bastards, the Womuza people, everything flying in the sky, running on the ground, even the soldiers can pull out light burst particles."
"Why is the sky three feet high? Because you are going to flatten the ground by three feet."
"Aren't you worried about the stock of light burst particles? With this amount of stock, why don't you go to the unified country to deal with us here? Go fishing, right? Go to stock up, right?"
As he listened, Abes finally realized something.
The huge gap in weapon generations, the crushing of guns and artillery, and the constant explosions forced the opponent to continuously obtain more undead.
Oh no, I have become the type of person I once hated the most - I have become the American emperor!