Chapter 971: undead...

Chapter 971: undead...

A few days later, a cold wave westward reached Thrace.

The lords who have already prepared for it have launched the "cold prevention plan" one after another. Relying on the adequate preparations before, there is no problem.

After another day or two, the eastward cold wave reached the territory of West Brunei. The result was similar to the situation on the Thrace side. The situation was fairly stable, and there were no major leaks.

As for the various ethnic groups in the grasslands... they have already left to migrate south, and in the face of this huge cold wave, they are the latest to suffer the disaster.

However, being late for disaster does not mean not suffering. When the snow fell one after another, the leaders of the ligers and tigers in the urgently constructed settlements smiled in unison.

"The opportunity is here!"

"No, wait a few more days, it hasn't snowed in the Thracian capital."

A few days later, the Thracian capital and its surrounding areas also began to snow heavily.

In fact, such heavy snowfalls are not uncommon in the north of the Western Continent, but the news that accompanied the heavy snowfall made people have to worry.

Alan Vena, the deputy minister of the Thracian Kingdom, frowned, looking at the reports about the snow disaster, his face gloomy.

Oh, his face was always gloomy, no matter what.

"It's really troublesome!" he said angrily. "Things that have life are troubles! It's just a little bit of cold, and they need clothes, food, fuel... Why can't they just turn into undead? That way they don't have to eat and Don't drink, and don't be afraid of the cold, isn't it great!"

In his eyes, the deep fire of the soul flashed away. Under the thick magic robe, the gloomy death aura rose slightly, but was pressed down by the robe.

"King of Shadows" Alan Weina has long been transformed into a undead. Because it can be regarded as a living transformation, not only has his strength not been damaged, but he has become stronger after adapting to the body of the undead. If he was just an ordinary legendary assassin before the transformation, now he can be called a legend among legends, as long as he wants, except for the saint of the Church of the God of Light who sits in the Holy Land all the year round and never goes out Yager, other legendary powerhouses probably couldn't dodge a knife from his back.

But Alan Weiner did not continue to improve on the Assassin's path. On the contrary, he hardly used his Assassin ability over the years. The hands that used to hold the dagger changed to hold a pen and paper, and he changed his job from an assassin to a civil servant. He was dealing with various reports every day, and the battlefield became a study and a conference hall.

He didn't like this kind of life, but he didn't reject it either.

The former king treated him very well, and he would repay the favor he received back then to the current king.

To use the saying in the "Apprenticeship Table", it is: Gai pursues the special experience of the late emperor, and wants to repay it to His Majesty.

As for how to repay, you can also borrow Zhuge Liang's allusion: do your best and die.

Fortunately, he is not Zhuge Liang and will not die of overwork. Although at the busiest time, he has been busy twenty-four hours a day without rest, but the undead will not die again. As long as there is a firm will and a strong soul, sleep and rest are not necessary!

For this reason, Alan Vina often feels that the undead is the perfect form of living beings - no need to eat or drink, no fear of cold, no need to rest, and can work non-stop all day long, it can't be better!

It's just that he also knows that those mediocre mortals probably won't agree with him.

He regretted that.

Therefore, when an "acquaintance" who is also a necromancer came to him to discuss important matters and hoped to carry out a large-scale necromancer awakening experiment in Thrace, he refused without hesitation.

"Why? Don't you think the undead is perfect?" The other party asked in surprise at the time.

"I do feel that way, but the people of Thrace don't feel that way," Alan Vena replied. "As long as you can persuade them, I will support you."

Obviously, the other party did not convince the Thracian masses of the idea, so they left.

Later, undead began to appear on the west side of Laika, like weeds on the spring field, one after another, one after another.

Alan Weiner could probably guess what was going on, but he didn't tell anyone, just looked forward to the results of this experiment with interest.

Right now, that experiment is still in progress, and the results are yet to come.

"Ah... Maybe I should have agreed to their proposal." After processing a document again, writing his opinion, and putting it in the box that will be sent to the king for final approval, the Thracian deputy minister sighed After a sigh of relief, "If all Thracians became undead, there would not be so much trouble!"

Is it really not so much trouble to turn people into undead?

A consul in West Brunei didn't think so.

Instead, he is now regretting his decision.

"The necromancer is already troublesome enough, and now I add the cold wave... Trouble is trouble, not one plus one, at least three times three!" Process documents in a hurry.

Unlike Thrace, there is a high degree of autonomy in all parts of Western Brunei, and there are far fewer documents to deal with than in Thrace. However, he is only an old man in his 60s. With only the strength of a middle-level magician, he has reached his old age when his energy is declining. Compared to the Thracian Deputy Minister who could not eat, sleep or rest, work day and night, and worked for several years without complaining or tiring, he really couldn’t bear the sudden increase in workload.

"What the **** are those undead doing? A little experiment has not been completed until now! Can the 'perfect transformation' they promised me succeed?"

While absent-mindedly correcting documents, the consul thought silently.

When a few undead in the legendary realm found him, they said that when he was dying, they could help him transform him perfectly, transforming him into someone who could eat, drink, watch, listen, walk, and even do that kind of thing with a woman. The perfect necromancer of the problem, at the cost of asking him to help surreptitiously support a "little experiment".

In his early fifties, he accepted the deal after careful consideration.

He thought that the experiment would be completed soon, but he did not expect that several years later, the experiments of those undeads were still continuing, and there was no sign of completion. On the contrary, it is himself, his body is getting older and weaker, and he has even reached the point where he has to rely on healing potions to have enough energy to handle his work.

Ordinarily, at this time, he should have retired like an ordinary old consul. But how dare he retire? How can you retire!

So he can only continue to suffer, waiting for the news of the completion of the undead experiments.

"Damn necromancer!" After cursing in his heart, the old consul carelessly threw aside a document that affected the lives of many people.

As for the contents of the document, he didn't read it seriously at all.