The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 436 A Request for Help from One of Our Own People
Fortunately, Sylph has recently focused her plant cultivation efforts on revitalizing Black Death Trees and mutating revitalized Black Death Trees.

Neither of these two plants is affected here; on the contrary, they adapt very well.

Sylph placed two large planting pots next to the tent and began to check on their condition.

Moran, Vasita, and Lilith all hurried back to their own tents to do their own things.

Moran felt a little more relaxed for the time being, with the little skeleton's soul fire being watched by Zizi. She took this opportunity to refine her management and development strategy for witch magic contractors.

When it was her turn to prepare dinner, she had no interest in cooking and simply conjured up several ready-made food cards to serve everyone.

"Wow!" Vasita exclaimed in surprise, "The quality of this meal is really high!"

Moran prepared a table full of dishes for the four witches, with a wide variety of dishes and large portions, including everything imaginable.

"Although I'm not in the mood to cook anything today, I can't let my stomach down!" Moran said. "Eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the camp's protective magic circle was activated, emitting a warning magical fluctuation.

Moran used teleportation to arrive at the location where the camp's protective magic circle had been activated first, Lilith used supersonic movement to arrive a step later, and Vasita and Sylph were even slower.

But within three seconds, they were already outside the camp's protective magic circle.

Separated by the energy shield of the protective magic circle, outside were zombies with missing limbs, clutching corpse materials.

It looks like they just suffered a defeat.

They seemed to have activated the protective magic circle only to find them, and now they just stood quietly outside the magic circle.

Moran, Lilith, and Sylph all looked at Vasida.

Vasita immediately ran back to the tent and dug out the letter her mother had sent her.

Finally, in the gap between the text in the letter that reads "Say 'Ginya' to them in witch language, and they will consider you one of their own," a line of small writing in ink similar in color to the letter paper was found.

"By the way, I told them that they can help their own people, and they can also ask their own people for help!"

The four witches, who had already ordered the zombies to guard the camp and were considered "one of their own," were speechless.

"So they've come to us for help?" Moran asked.

Vasita nodded: "Probably."

"You want us to fix their bodies?" Lilith raised an eyebrow. This was a great opportunity for practice! But then she added, "Won't we have to pay for it if we mess it up?"

“We’re all ‘one of us’ now, we should be able to forgive them!” Moran said.

The group looked at the zombies outside, their eyes gradually burning with desire.

“Eat first, then come back. It looks like you have quite a workload!” Vasida said.

The zombies with health problems have all arrived; there are at least a hundred of them.

They're all novices, so their efficiency is probably not high.

Moran and Lilith also agreed.

Sylph shook her head at their eager expressions: "I won't participate."

She was determined not to learn necromancy.

“That’s perfect, then we can each get a few more,” Moran said.

Although she chose to become a skeleton servant, she has learned quite a bit about cadaver dissection, suturing, and preservation! She just hasn't tried it out yet.

The three of them devoured their food in no time and then went outside the camp to greet the zombies.

Lilith and Vasita used Cleanse to clean the zombies, removing the dirt and grime that had been obstructing their examination. Turning back, they saw Moran use Fossilization to turn the soil in the clearing outside the camp into stone slabs, and then use Stoneshaping to create three stone beds.

"Alright, this simple 'zombie patient hostel' is now set up," Moran said with satisfaction.

“Zombie…patient?” Vasita was full of doubt. How could these two words be connected?
“Isn’t maintaining and repairing these zombies just like a healing witch treating patients?” Moran said.

“Now that you mention it, it makes some sense. So this stone bed is a hospital bed?” Lilith asked.

"Yeah! It'll be easier for us to operate if the zombies lie on top of it!"

Moran rubbed his hands together and said eagerly:
"Next up is the fun part: choosing your 'patient'! I'll go first!"

After saying that, he plunged headlong into the zombie horde.

Moran grabbed the nearest zombie that was "turning its elbow to outsiders" and squeezed it:

"Fortunately, the bone isn't broken, it's just dislocated. You don't need to replace the whole arm. I'll set your bones in a bit. Go and wait in line by the bed over there. I'll select a few more patients and treat you all at once!"

The zombie walked up to the first stone bed.

Moran then looked for a second target: "Did you reattach your own severed leg? You just roughly glued it back together with the power of death? That won't last long! Look! The flesh on your leg is rotting away, isn't it? And you've used up a lot of the power of death!"

Did you bring your new leg? Let me see!

Oh dear, this size isn't quite right. It's not good for a big, burly man like you to walk with such thin legs.

Are there no other good legs?
It's okay, I have some!

You go join the queue too, I'll get you a new, better leg later!

The second zombie has passed.

"Oh! Your stomach has been pierced, and the preservative material inside has fallen out?"
Its belly is all rotten, it's awful!

Don't worry, I'll give you a fresh belly in a little while and sew it up nicely!

"Oh my god! You went to ambush the lumberjack skeleton?"
Your skull is incredibly hard! It even brought back the tools people were using for work, which got stuck in its crevice.

The gaps between the bones are difficult to treat. I'll take a look at you later. You might need a head transplant!

"Don't touch that axe yet, go line up over there!"

……

Moran wandered through the zombie horde, muttering to herself. Before long, several zombies lined up beside her stone bed.

She chose zombies with different kinds of injuries.

Moran's words, which sounded like she was genuinely treating a patient, misled Lilith and Vasita. After watching her actions for a while, they finally realized that Moran was actually stealing zombies!
There are only so many zombies coming for them, and they've all gone to Moran's place. Who else can the two of them use for practice?

"Moran! Slow down!" Lilith said, rushing towards the zombie horde.

Upon encountering a zombie, there's only one thing to say: "Go wait by that stone bed!"

Vasita went even further, directly saying, "You, you, you, you... all of you go wait over there!"

"Hey! Don't you two have any sense of martial ethics?"

Now it was Moran's turn to be dissatisfied: "Didn't you even check what kind of injury it was, or whether you could heal it yourself!"

"As long as it doesn't kill them, it's fine!" Lilith said.

“They were already dead,” Vasita said. “The situation couldn’t have gotten any worse.”

Moran had no choice but to join the scramble, quickly glancing at the zombies and pulling any that interested him to his side.