I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 361: The Fountain of the Undead and the Undead
In the following time, Kloya directly carried out a "cruel" transformation on the Skeleton King on the spot - using floating magic patterns to carve on its skeleton, and adding the collected wind elf feathers...

The originally domineering dark golden Skeleton King instantly turned into a "mage" with wings that could fly in the sky and wore an elegant and exquisite robe.

——Of course, the most important thing is its size.

After the transformation, it expanded several times and could change its size freely. It was entirely possible to install some comfortable seats and sofas on its back. Cloya certainly would not treat himself badly, so he sat on it directly and signaled it to move faster.

"Let's go."

"You have such a large territory in the sphere of influence of the goddess of the underworld. There must be something special about it."

"The goddess has already promised me that any territory I like can be allocated to me. I won't treat you unfairly, as long as you are obedient."

What he said was true. During that time, the goddess of the underworld, Kleha, was wooling with teacher Mia every day and missed many things in the past. Such precious memories were hard to come by for a god.

What's more, the goddess of the underworld originally planned to make a fortune in the underworld formed by the junction of the Semrio continent and other planes and then develop in the star world.

He was very grateful to Cloya, so he promised Cloya that as long as he went to the underworld, he could occupy any place he liked and no one would dare to snatch it away - if it was his territory, he could occupy it at will.

Of course, Croa will definitely not occupy some truly precious areas. Although what others say is good, we still need to be careful after all.

"what!"

"My lady goddess!"

When the Skeleton King heard that this wizard was actually related to the goddess of the underworld, his bones almost went limp. He quickly used him as a mount and flew around his territory.

I dare not have any extra thoughts at all, because the suppression from the higher-ups is extremely harsh in the world of the undead.

Even more hierarchical than the nobility.

Kloya sat on the Skeleton King, leaning against a comfortable pillow, using the sunflower as a "little sun" to release warmth, and with the living weapons that had not yet returned as escort, he felt extremely comfortable.

He looked down at the gloomy underworld and chatted with Sunflower: "Do you know what energy the underworld needs? Our main plane is magic, what is the underworld?"

Taiyang Kui knew that this was a deliberate test from his father, so he replied, "It is negative energy, or the power of death. It is a power similar to magic power but different in nature."

This can be considered the foundation of higher-level plane knowledge.

Many people believe that "death magic" is just a type of "magic". In fact, it is just the opposite. The essence of magic is actually a force that contains vitality and can extend into countless planes that contain vitality.

However, the power of death cannot coexist with the world extended by magic. It is like the opposite of magic. Therefore, the category of positive energy includes all magic, and negative energy is the power of death.

"Not bad, you know how to learn something."

"Yes."

"In fact, as the opposite of magic, the power of death can also create 'life'. Do you know what it is?"

Chloe continued to ask, looking at Sunflower with encouraging eyes.

But this time the latter simply shook his head and refused: "I don't know, I haven't learned these, father, you are making things difficult for me!"

Facts have proved that even Sunflower, who almost became a god, didn't like reading very much. The sources of knowledge for gods are generally prayers and early accumulation - but none of these work for Sun Sunflower. It has so many knowledgeable friends and doesn't want to learn at all.

and so……

“You ignorant sun!” Kloya poked its soft flower disk helplessly, looked at the indentation and explained, “The Undead are a special race that can reproduce by passing on their own soul fire.”

Before he could finish his words, the Skeleton King under his butt suddenly trembled, causing Kloya to pat its shoulder blade in dissatisfaction: "Be steady, or I will tear you apart and make you more stable."

The Skeleton King quickly calmed himself down and said carefully, "Sir, you also know the legend of the undead?"

In fact, Croa not only knew, but also understood very well the conditions for the birth of the undead - there was once a powerful necromancer in the Ark, who left behind an ambiguous "document".

The document contained detailed records of his love-hate relationship with an undead lady.

It was during this process that he glimpsed a glimpse of the mystery of the undead soul fire.

The flame was filled with the two forces of death and life, yet it was unusually harmonious and stable. The two obviously opposing forces blended into a new flame, and the magical power fascinated him.

Then... he was discovered by the undead lady, who left leisurely, as if she were a noble who came to the brothel for fun.

The legendary wizard was of course deeply impressed by being treated like this, and he even wrote a book and gave it to his friends when he was on the Ark, which contained some of the useful information he had researched.

After getting the book, Cloya read it carefully - of course, in order to understand the magical principles inside. After reading for several days and nights, he finally determined its conditions: endless life and eternal death.

Two contradictory magical properties.

The former requires iteration of magic, while the latter requires it to remain unchanged - such magic attributes would give even legendary wizards a headache.

Fortunately, Croa has a teacher who knows everything and possesses the magical power of "eternity".

He looked at the Skeleton King, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Of course, but it's still early now, tell me where the Fountain of Death in your territory is first."

"..."

After a brief hesitation and struggle, the Skeleton King still obediently flew in a certain direction. After about half an hour of high-speed flight, he landed on an ordinary black stone mountain.

This stone mountain is about two to three hundred meters high. It is surrounded by mountains that look like the skeletons of giant dragons. There are also some not very high but extremely sharp-looking stone pillars guarding this ordinary stone mountain.

When the Skeleton King landed, many wronged souls and several bone dragons rushed over from all around. It was obvious that this was the Skeleton King's deepest treasure. Those wronged souls were all level ten "Mourning Ghosts".

It is something that can only be transformed after the death of a saint-level human being through some extremely complicated rituals.

They are covered in white gauze clothes, and handsome or beautiful faces seem to be faintly visible in the holes of the clothes, giving a sense of holiness that is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There is no need to talk about the bone dragon. Although it is only a level nine bone dragon, each skeleton is extremely tall, and you can even vaguely see the inherited magic patterns unique to the dragon clan.

Obviously, they were not roadside animals when they were alive - they are fundamentally different from the ones that were just melted by the sunflowers.

"nice."

“You actually have so many good things.”

Kloya patted the Skeleton King's... leg bone and said, "It seems that you have figured it out. There is still a magic circle underground that has not been activated. In that case, I am not a robber and I will not treat you unfairly." In fact, when he arrived here, he already felt that there were hidden magic circles below and around him. He originally thought that the Skeleton King was finally going to get rid of him, the "robber" who fell from the sky.

Unexpectedly, it didn't do so.

If that's the case, he'll be more talkative.

The Skeleton King was helpless: "You not only have the blessing of the goddess of the underworld, but also the power of a famous knight. Even if I have the courage of a dragon, I would not dare to do it!"

"Knight...you mean Theodore."

"Has he ever been to your place?"

Croix asked curiously as he walked inside following the fluctuations of magic power.

Skeleton King followed closely behind and replied, "Yeah, one of his friends is the nearby Death Lord. I...I was beaten by him."

As it said this, its huge body trembled violently, as if it thought of some not-so-pleasant memories.

"Oh."

"That's quite a coincidence."

Kroya decided to visit the other party later, but now, his attention has been attracted by a spring floating in the air in the cave, which seems to be gushing out from the void.

The spring water was floating quietly about four or five meters above the ground. The dark water gushed out from the crack, ignoring gravity, floating lightly in the air, forming a winding stream.

"Oh! This is the Fountain of the Last Death."

His eyes sparkled instantly, and he immediately stretched out his hand to draw a circle, from which a large group of earth-thieving rats wearing various robes emerged.

Their leader bowed to Kloya, and then began to chirp and order his men to start building.

The Skeleton King watched helplessly as his precious Fountain of the Last King, which could produce and upgrade undead creatures, was surrounded by a bunch of rats. They took out a large number of various props from the small pockets on their stomachs, and in the blink of an eye, they built a ring shape around the stream floating in the air.

Simply put, the spring water was wrapped in a ring made of alloy, and magic patterns ensured that the magic power would not overflow. Then, crystal-textured lavender plants were planted in it, and a pipe connected to the magic-fixing bottle grass was used to analyze the spring water.

All the magic plants are engraved with the marks of "undeadization" and "swarm adaptation", so even plants from the world of the living that grow in the sun can tolerate the breath of the undead.

With this portable plant laboratory, Cloya quickly received a report. He took a look at the data on it, then waved his hand and said, "Grape racks!"

The Earth Rat Squad immediately began construction, directing all the Springs of Death into one area, using tiny metal pipes to divert the water, and building a grape rack that would allow the vines to draw water from the spring anytime and anywhere.

After completing this task, Kloya took out the grape branch that he carried with him, which carried the main consciousness of the Demon Field Grape Vine, and began to dig a hole in the ground to plant it, just like when he first planted it.

"You have to hold back."

"The transition from the living to the dead is painful."

"Fortunately, there is no power of mine in your vine, otherwise the collision of vitality would have completely shattered you."

He began to tell Grapevine everything he knew, because he knew very well that he absolutely could not stay in such a dead environment like the underworld for long.

Even though his power was strong enough to allow him to travel across dimensions at any time, it was impossible for him to come here to visit the vines often, so he was a little reluctant.

This friend helped me build the original agricultural system in the North, and also nurtured so many magical plants and beasts. He really worked hard and made great contributions, but he had to come to the dead underworld to protect the dead when the North had already stabilized...

You have to know that it grew under the nourishment of Cloya's partial sunlight and sunlight potion, and almost half of the sunlight potion was given to the vines.

To suddenly come here from the warm sunshine and rain, Kloya simply couldn't imagine what kind of painful struggle it must have gone through - but since it wanted to, then he could only provide help to the best of his ability.

Of course, the grapevine sensed Cloya's change in mood, and the tip of its small, tender vine stretched out and touched the latter's cheek.

The spiritual wave is transformed through the communication of all things:

"I leave my child to you."

"Dear sun, warm friend."

"They will help you maintain the North. If they don't obey, leave them here and let me teach them a lesson."

"~"

Finally, it sent out a somewhat mischievous mental wave.

After saying this, it retracted its vines, taking away the subtle, slightly cool touch, and took root in the dark spring water without hesitation.

Croix sighed slightly, and the light on his body dimmed for a moment.

There seemed to be a slight "pop", like the sound of something breaking - the spring water instantly rushed into the interior of the grape vines, turning the crystal clear luster into a dead black.

Its leaves began to tremble madly, as if a person was enduring the pain of having all his organs in his body broken down and reassembled but not being able to faint.

No, this is much more terrible than what humans feel, because every centimeter of its vines is feeling this pain!

However, even so, it was still growing hard, and the vines were growing madly outward along the already built grape racks. Almost in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire cave and expanded outward.

It is trying to adapt to and occupy this area, just as it once protected all the magical beasts and plants in the storm - except that now it is protecting itself.

The Skeleton King watched helplessly as his territory was occupied, feeling only admiration and... uneasiness.

The magic power emitted by this strange vine is so strong. What should it do if it attracts the attention of its greedy "friends" around it?
——Perhaps what I worry about will always happen. Just as the thought arose, a powerful wave came from a distance, rushing towards me with undisguised greed.

Twelve-level magic fluctuation!

It's the Death Knight!
"Big..." It looked anxiously at Cloya, who looked unhappy.

But before it could remind Cloya, it suddenly opened its mouth and its soul fire flickered.

I saw a beautiful scenery that I will never forget in my life.

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