The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 421 Forest Cemetery
"Isn't it clever? Even though the black dead tree made way and made noise, it didn't notice anything unusual or get alert!" Sylph said.

"Being able to understand language commands is already quite intelligent," Vasita said. "Undead creatures with lower spirituality can only give commands through the communication of Death Servant magic!"

"What level is that fried rice? I think this skeleton warrior is a bit dull, not as clever as the fried rice. Aren't zombies supposed to be the least intelligent of the undead creatures?" Sylph asked curiously.

“Fried rice with eggs is an exception,” Vasida said.
"Generally speaking, ghost-type undead creatures with complete souls are much more spiritual than skeletons with soul fire and bones, and the skeleton race is much more spiritual than the zombie race, which has no soul and only a corpse."

However, the egg fried rice was the second zombie that my mother carefully cultivated using the original method after she accidentally transformed my father from a zombie into a fully-fledged member of the Corpse Clan with both soul and body.

Moreover, with his father's help, he actually grew up faster.

Although my mother didn't train it for combat because of my birth, its spirituality is already almost on par with a mid-level skeleton.

However, this talent is somewhat unbalanced, manifesting only in cooking.

“It’s not easy for zombies to develop sentience! I read in ‘The Birth of the Corpse Race’ that it takes at least a hundred years just for a corpse to develop sentience, let alone for it to develop a complete soul and become a member of the Corpse Race,” Moran said.

“Yes!” Vasita said, “The skeleton race has the soul fire, and their spiritual growth is slightly easier than that of zombies, but it requires time and spiritual materials.”

This skeleton's soul fire is already on the verge of advancing to the intermediate level, but its bone quality is rather poor, making it appear clumsy and weak; otherwise, it would be a good fighter!

The skeleton warrior continued forward until he found a fresh, living black dead tree stick. After weighing it in his hand, he discarded the original one and returned satisfied.

"Oh, so they've come to change their weapons!" Vasita suddenly realized.

Skeleton-type undead creatures and zombie-type undead creatures are characterized by one having an incomplete soul and the other having no soul at all. Their spirituality is limited, their thinking ability is even more limited, and their behavior patterns are relatively simple.

The battle was etched into the skeleton warrior's last remaining soul flame; it's only natural that his weapon had decayed and he needed to find a new one to replace it.

An invisible flying carpet followed behind it, gradually penetrating deeper into the dark forest.

As the mist formed by the power of death gradually turned from gray to grayish-black, the skeleton warrior finally stopped in front of a graveyard.

This place is no longer the domain of necromancy and dark magic plants.

Even the black-dead trees were felled, leaving only ancient stumps.

In the cemetery, rows of square, wordless stone tablets stand.

Behind each stone tablet was a long, deep pit containing a black coffin.

Judging from the material, it's all made of black dead wood.

The skeleton warrior walked to an open coffin, lay down inside, and closed the lid himself.

The other coffins were either closed or open.

To the south of the cemetery, there was a "dudu! dudu" sound. The flying carpet followed the sound and found a group of skeletons wielding axes chopping wood.

The axe looked gleaming, the skeleton's frame was very strong, and even the green cloth on the arm looked brand new.

Compared to the previous skeleton warrior that seemed to have been neglected for a long time, the bones of these skeletons are in much better condition.

A large area of ​​black necromantic trees had already been felled, creating a large clearing. However, new black necromantic saplings had already sprouted in the clearing. Each one grew right in front of the stumps of the black necromantic trees that had been felled.

The flying carpet circled the open space several times before finally spotting two skeletons planting trees in the gray-black mist.

"Skeletons can even plant trees!" Sylph exclaimed in surprise.

“There are many kinds of skeletons! Tree planters, tree cutters, those who use knives, those who use clubs… If you have high spirituality, you can learn anything,” Vasita said dismissively.

"So, does that mean I can raise a bunch of skeletons to help me take care of my plants?" Sylph suddenly had a different idea about skeletons among the undead creatures.

“Unless you only want to grow necromancy plants or dark plants,” Moran said. “They grow Black Death Trees! Other plants, just having their seeds held by a skeleton will be affected by its death aura, let alone grow.”

Sylph then gave up on the idea of ​​raising a skeleton farmer in disappointment.

There is a small wooden house where the open space meets the cemetery.

Most of the felled black dead trees were transported there and piled up outside the wooden house.

There were also more than a dozen skeletons outside the wooden house, some planing wood, others nailing planks.

After a new coffin was made, several skeletons carried it to the cemetery to replace a broken coffin in the pit.

Moran and her companions observed the cemetery for several days. The lumberjack skeleton and the carpenter skeleton made five coffins, replaced the rotten coffins of the skeletons in the cemetery with new ones, and then lay back in their own coffins.

Only two tree-planting skeletons remained busy on the open space south of the cemetery.

After they had buried seeds of the Black Death tree around the newly cut tree stumps by the lumberjack skeletons, they returned to the cemetery to lie down.

The entire cemetery fell completely silent until a wild ghost wolf wandered into it. Suddenly, the coffin lids could no longer hold them down, and the skeletons poured out.

A great battle between ghost wolves and skeletons has begun.

Four witches, hidden on a flying carpet in the air, watched the battle with excitement.

"Who do you think will win?" Sylph asked.

“Skeletons, of course!” Vasita said. “Although this low-level ghost wolf is a ghost-type undead creature with no physical form, making it difficult for physical attacks to harm it, there are two skeleton mages among the skeletons! A single death ray can take down this ghost wolf!”

"However, judging from the Soul Fire of these two skeleton mages, their level isn't very high, so their casting animation might be a bit long. We're afraid we'll have to lose some of the other skeletons," Moran added.

“The Ghost Wolf can only replenish its soul fire with its spirit body; it has no corpses or bones. In this battle, there are no winners!” Lilith said.

As soon as Lilith finished speaking, several skeletons with extremely decayed bones had their soul fire shattered the moment the ghost wolf made contact with them, and their bones scattered all over the ground.

The scattered soul flames were swallowed whole by the ghost wolf.

The skeleton that Moran and the others had been tracking earlier used the newly picked-up, activated black death wood stick to fend off the ghost wolf's charge.

That wooden stick carries the power of death, which can affect the ghost wolf to some extent.

Together with the skeleton warriors wielding relatively fresh, revitalized blackwood clubs, they withstood several waves before the skeleton mage successfully unleashed his death ray.