The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 443 Zombie Servant
After dinner, Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph did not linger and immediately left to attend to their own business.

The purpose of setting up camp here is to create Dead Servants and cultivate mutated Black Death Trees.

Moran's death servants are ready now, and they're just waiting for the three of them. They can't afford to be slow any longer.

Moran wasn't in a hurry; she had many other things to do.

There are still many books in the Book of Witches that I haven't read yet. I also need to practice magic every day, review the new materials uploaded by the witches, design cards, and plan ahead for the Contractor Organization that I will start to establish after going to the Duchy of Lance.

Every day, I also have to set aside half an hour to give Zizi and Little Skeleton a common language lesson.

Otherwise, relying solely on the two of them talking at cross purposes and gesturing back and forth would be incredibly inefficient.

With the little skeleton finished, Moran was even busier than before, and for many days he didn't even leave the tent except to eat.

After quickly practicing with the zombies and giving them new bodies, Vasita and Lilith returned to begin officially creating their own Dead Servant Zombies.

With their previous experience as a foundation, they now find it much easier to create zombies on their own.

Disembowel, remove the internal organs, apply preservative oil, fill with preservative herbs, sew up, apply preservative oil again, air dry, apply various magical potions... Once the entire corpse is in a stable state and will not rot over time, use the Death Servant spell to contract the corpse, guide the power of the dead to spread throughout the body, and the Death Servant Zombie is completed.

When Moran and Sylph were invited to see the zombie servants they had just finished making, they looked at this and that, completely unsure of what to say.

Vasida's dead servant "Spicy Hotpot" was fit and well-proportioned, with every inch of his skin a perfect grayish-white, without even a speck of lividity.

Her face is perfect; each of her features, eyebrows and eyes, is beautiful on its own, but even more beautiful when put together.

Its eyes were not like those of a typical zombie, which were bloodshot or covered in livid spots and were cloudy.

His irises were a pale gray, and his gaze was unfocused, yet it carried a sense of indifference.

Her black hair was smooth and flowing, and every strand was clean and free of dust.

To showcase her dead servant, Vasita had "Spicy Hotpot" stand there completely naked from the start, like a perfect human sculpture.

After a while, when it was dressed in the formal attire of a human nobleman, it no longer looked like a zombie at all, and really resembled a noble and handsome aristocrat.

In contrast, Lilith's death servant "Nick" is a man with a physique that is beyond the limits of ordinary humans. He is burly, muscular, and wears metal armor. He wields a giant hammer in his left hand and a heavy axe in his right.

However, the rough skin, lividity, and sutures were not concealed at all.

His eyes were dull and cloudy, and his hair was dry, tangled, and stained with blood.

He looked like a unkempt warrior who had fought a bloody battle.

Lilith: "So? Isn't Nick handsome?"

Vasida: "My spicy hot pot is the coolest!"

They were both clearly very satisfied with their death servants, arguing back and forth, each thinking their own death servant was the most handsome. Finally, they asked Moran and Sylph together, "Whose death servant do you think is more handsome?"

Moran touched the rounded skull of the little skeleton next to him and said, "Kaba is the coolest!"

They then turned their attention to Sylph.

"I forgot to feed the Black Death Tree the corpses today, I'm going now!" Sylph fled in panic.

Moran sensed trouble and was about to run when Vasita and Lilith grabbed her arms, one on each side. Finally, she used her emotional intelligence to the fullest, saying, "From a partner's perspective, Spicy Hot Pot is the coolest. From a combat-type Death Servant's perspective, Nick is the coolest. From a non-combat-type Death Servant's perspective, my Kaba is the best." "Tch~ How big is that little skeleton! He can't do anything!" Lilith said, "My Nick is the coolest!"

"No comparing them, please!" To prevent this absurd topic from continuing, Moran asked them, "Low-level zombies have low intelligence and only have fighting instincts. How are their combat abilities? Why don't we let them fight each other?"

Lilith and Vasita exchanged a strange glance.

"What's wrong?" Moran asked curiously.

“They can only understand two commands right now: attack and retreat,” Lilith said.

"And attacking means randomly smashing weapons without any strategy, while retreating means stopping the attack and moving away," Vasida added.

The two demonstrated it once and then gave the instructions.

The "nobleman" drew his sword and stabbed the "unkempt warrior" repeatedly.

The "unkempt samurai" picked up a sledgehammer and started hammering at the "respectable nobleman."

One's attack was like stabbing a voodoo doll, while the other's attack was like whack-a-mole.

Is this a fight? It's more like two idiots playing a childish game of cat and mouse.

Moran couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha! It seems they're still a long way from going to the battlefield!"

Lilith and Vasita were even more heartbroken.

“Now I understand why necromancers initially create a large number of undead servants to gain an advantage through sheer numbers!” Lilith said.

The materials are probably only one reason; more likely, it's because the Death Servant was made too foolishly when it was first created!
One dead servant is a religion, and a group of dead servants is also a religion, but the latter is more beneficial.

“I understand now why my mother said in the book that raising Death Servants is a very long process, and creating Death Servants is just the beginning!” Vasita sighed.

"Feed them more soul essence; they don't seem very bright," Moran suggested. "There are so many zombies around, let them help you train your troops!"

“That’s right!” Lilith looked at Vasita. “Let’s take them to explore the Black Forest! Those free-roaming undead servants seem quite intelligent and capable. They need to gain experience through practice. We’ll watch from behind and pick them up to repair if they get hurt!”

“Let’s do it this way!” Vasita said.

The two hit it off immediately, and Lilith took out a flying carpet, carrying Vasita directly out of the cemetery.

"I meant to let Ms. Ginia's undead servants get some training first, not to throw them out into the wild for training right now!" Moran said helplessly.

“It’s alright! The wilderness will hone your Deathbringers even better!” Lilith said.

The flying carpet took off and disappeared into the gray fog in the blink of an eye.

Moran: "..."

She seriously doubted whether Spicy Hotpot and Nick, two dead servants who seemed to have not yet been able to control their limbs properly but whose limbs were perfectly intact, would be ganged up on if they went into the wild.

After all, those free-roaming zombies and skeletons outside are in dire need of replacement materials for limbs!

If this goes out, wouldn't it be like a child holding a pile of gold?
"Never mind, Lilith and Vasita are with us, they'll get involved if anything happens."

With that thought in mind, she felt relieved.