The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 427 Mutant Black Death Tree

"I've reserved a rest area and dedicated workspaces on the second floor for you. Simple alchemy, potion-making, and magic practice are all fine. However, for important magic practice, please go to the alchemy room, potion-making room, and magic training room on the third floor!"

Moran led them on a tour of the second and third floors, and then everyone went about their own business.

Vasita returned to her lounge, closed the door, and took out the coffin containing fried rice.

He knocked on the coffin lid: "Fried Rice, come out! I need to check the condition of your body!"

A moment later, Vasida came downstairs looking disappointed.

In the living room, Moran was holding Zhizhi and designing her own 30-square-meter tent. Seeing her like this, I guessed the result: "Ms. Geria didn't make reproductive organs for Fried Rice?"

Vasita nodded: "It seems I'll have to do my own research and find the materials myself!"

"Hahaha!" Zizi laughed gleefully, bursting into laughter.

It uses the most outrageous onomatopoeic laughter in the Valencian language, making it extremely sarcastic.

This caused Vasita's fist to harden instantly, and she snatched the wine from it, squeaking, "Squeak!"

Squeak: "Wine! Wine!"

Vasita: "No! No!"

A battle was about to break out when Moran cast a teleportation spell right under their feet: "Let's go fight in the magic training room!"

These two guys have clearly been sitting on the flying carpet for the past few days without moving much, and now they're looking for an opportunity to stretch their muscles.

Given Vasida's current physical strength, only Squeak can still put up a fight with her in hand-to-hand combat.

After a good night's rest in the tent, they packed up and set off again.

This time, they headed directly north, in the direction Moran had predicted.

Along the way, we saw more undead creatures than the living Black Death Tree.

Wandering zombies, patrolling groups of skeletons, ghosts that appear and disappear in an instant...

However, wild undead creatures are rare, and those that do appear are mostly beast-shaped ghosts. As soon as they appear, they are beaten and killed by a mob of witch undead zombies and undead skeletons with brightly colored strips of cloth tied around their bodies, turning into nourishment for the undead.

The further north they went, the more wandering witch death servant squads there were, and few of them stayed in one place like the red-clothed skeleton death servant group they had encountered before.

They not only attack wild undead creatures, but sometimes they also fight each other.

The defeated side loses its corpse and soul, while the victorious side's corpse undergoes a complete transformation, with its spirituality experiencing a leap forward.

"No wonder the witches left their army of undead servants, which were inconvenient to bring back to the wilderness, to roam freely here! This is practically a huge training ground!"
The dead are not wasted; they all become nourishment for the victors, and those who remain are the most powerful servants of death.

"It directly reduced the number of Death Servants and strengthened their power!" Lilith said.

“So many corpse materials! If Mom hadn’t said that everyone agreed that the witches shouldn’t personally participate in the war between the dead servants, I would have wanted to go down and try my hand at it!” Vasita said.

"Wouldn't you be bullying them if you went down there?" Lilith shook her head. "The strongest of these dead servants is only at the intermediate level. You can't just take them down with one punch."

Vasita was still itching to go: "I'm not going. I'll just throw some fried rice down there to get some experience, okay?" "I advise you not to," Moran said.

"Have you prepared enough replacement corpses for Egg Fried Rice? Zombies have no souls. If their bodies are completely damaged and cannot be restored in time, they are considered dead. They are not good at fighting either. If they go down there and get ganged up on by other undead servants, they will definitely get injured."

Besides, the materials on these undead zombies aren't even as good as the original ingredients in your fried rice!

“So we can only watch?” Vasita said. “I should have known better than to write to Mother. That way, if we didn’t know what those strips of cloth meant, we wouldn’t have had any worries…”

"It looks pretty good! Look at that zombie, the neck is so well reattached! And that skeleton, its skull is actually two halves glued together, the upper half is a human skull, the lower half looks like wolf bones, but they fit together perfectly. That skeleton looks exceptionally fierce, I wonder if it has anything to do with wolf bones..."

Moran pointed at the chaotic battle of zombies and skeletons below, while Vasita and Lilith listened in awe.

"We're all watching the Death Servant battle, but you're watching the craftsmanship of these Death Servant builders!"

“Isn’t this ready-made teaching material?” Moran said. “It’s much more intuitive than reading the text descriptions and pictures in the book!”

She felt that the craftsmanship of these dead servants was more valuable than the materials from their corpses.

They're already dead servants of other witches, so there's no way to take them under my control. The materials on them are just dead, of mediocre quality. It's better to look at the craftsmanship of these dead servants.

Despite neglecting its care over the years, this corpse has still managed to remain active! It's truly a valuable subject of study.

After hearing what she said, Lilith and Vasita felt uneasy when they looked at the skeletons and zombies below. Their eyes kept wandering to the seams between the bones, trying to figure out where each bone came from.

As the three of them were engrossed in their research, Sylph suddenly exclaimed, startling Moran and the other two: "What's wrong?"

Sylph reached into the Box of Seeds: "A new seed has appeared inside the Box of Seeds!"

She opened her hand, revealing a dark, knotted tree trunk.

Moran relaxed and looked curiously: "Isn't this what the seeds of the activated Black Death Tree look like? Could this be a mutated activated Black Death Tree seed?"

In the small planting pot next to Sylph, there was still the seed of the revitalized black dead tree that they had prepared before!

Sylph has been nurturing it for a while now, and it's growing very fast. It's already a sapling that's almost a meter tall. If it grows any taller, it'll need to be repotted.

“It should be! It’s rare for a seed to look exactly the same as before it mutated! But that makes it difficult to determine in advance what kind of mutation it is,” Sylph said.

"Let's try planting some!" Vasita shifted her position, making room for another planter. "There's enough space here for a planting pot!"

“No need, I’ll just put the Black Death Tree away first,” Sylph said. “We can just plant the two of them interchangeably.”

The space on the flying carpet is already small, and putting in a small planting pot already takes up a lot of space for the kids to play. Putting in another one would be too much.

As long as the mutated Black Death Tree's growth rate lags behind the original Black Death Tree, it will be convenient for her to research the cultivation method of the mutated Black Death Tree.

She put away the black-dead tree planter and took out an empty space planter.

The plan is to first activate the seeds using the method for activating dead black trees, then use a germination-promoting technique to encourage germination.

She took out a wide-mouthed crystal bottle, poured in the clear spring water using the Clear Spring spell, and then put the mutated black dead tree seed into it.