Chapter 412: The Players' Undead Followers (Part 2)
"Oh? This is the new event?"
Upon hearing the news, Singo immediately rode his wyvern to the location.
"Land right here."
"Tch, still a step late. Why didn't the officials release this information earlier?"
His wyvern flapped its wings and slowly descended, finally landing at the wyvern parking area near Ember Emperor Square.
Recently, transportation regulations in Isthalia had become stricter, with tiefling city patrol guards regularly patrolling the streets.
Even Singo, an imperial viscount, would get fined for parking his wyvern improperly.
It was said that Chief Minister Langpu had once set an example by personally paying a fine—and since then, no dragon-blood nobles had dared to break traffic rules. Even the most brutal ogres obediently followed them.
"But... I don't have to squeeze into the crowd."
Singo pulled out a finely crafted, gold-threaded telescope from his backpack and looked toward the distant notice board.
It was a piece of specialized equipment issued to the Crimson Scaled Conquerors—called the "Wyvern's Eye." Not only did it utilize optical principles to clearly see distant objects, but it also came with an omniscient spell to detect magical fluctuations.
Through the "Wyvern's Eye," Singo could clearly see the notices, although the related images were already spreading on the forums.
New Event for the Ember Empire Faction—
[Undead Research Institute] officially opens on October 11, Year 1786 of the New Calendar!
[Introduction: In the western region of the Carter Kingdom lies the terrifying Bewilderment Valley within the Kormit Mountain Range. Haunting wails frequently echo through the valley, and it is said that all who enter become lost souls, never to escape.]
[According to long-forgotten writings of ancient bards, a fearsome lich resides in this valley. Known as the "Soul Elegist," it is the nightmare of all living beings and the shepherd of ghosts, acting as a messenger of Myrkul.]
"Wait, this description..."
"Why does it feel like a horror dungeon?"
Singo frowned slightly. His experience with necromancy knowledge from the Encyclopedia of Imperial Necromantic Spells had familiarized him with liches—each one was an immortal being of insidious cunning and madness.
At the same time, they were powerful spellcasters, comparable to legendary necromancers, far beyond what current players could handle.
"Are we supposed to fight a lich?"
He voiced the question aloud.
But the next part of the notice shifted to the familiar tone of "loyalty" that players recognized.
[However, under the glory of the invincible His Majesty Cassius, the Anzeta Wasteland has been conquered by the great Ember Empire. The lich, overwhelmed by His Majesty's power and virtue, has voluntarily become a loyal subject of the Empire!]
[What was once the restricted zone known as the Bewilderment Valley has now been transformed into the Empire's [Undead Research Institute], where all undead beings will contribute to the Empire's development!]
Event Manager: The Soul Elegist – Orest
Event Details:
Starfallers, please bring intact corpses and skeletons to the [Undead Research Institute] and find the event manager [The Eternal Soul Elegist – Orest].
Offer the corpses and skeletons to the institute and spend a certain amount of experience and gold to receive the special item [Undead Follower Rental Contract].
(Note: This item is permanent. You can summon a transformed undead follower up to three times per day, with each summon lasting 15 minutes.)
(The strength of the undead follower depends on the strength of the corpse in life and the type of transformation performed.)
"A... permanent follower?"
Singo's pupils constricted as he instantly grasped the importance of this event—it meant he could resurrect the bosses he had previously killed and turn them into his followers!
Moreover, the [Undead Follower Rental Contract] was permanent, with three summoning opportunities per day!
"The officials really outdid themselves with this event—it's incredibly generous!"
He couldn't help but praise it.
Currently, even necromancer players could only summon the lowest-level skeletons.
Without an artifact like the "Myrkul's Bone Staff," the undead they created would revert to ordinary bones after a short time, making them useless for high-level players like him.
But the [Undead Follower Rental Contract] was entirely different—he could even turn past bosses into followers!
"The 'Corpse Summoning Build' is about to become a reality!"
"I need to act quickly, or the large guilds with their massive player bases will snatch up all the boss corpses!"
Singo's eyes sharpened as he quickly untied the rope in front of him, expertly mounting his wyvern.
"Wyvern, move out immediately!"
"Roar~~"
The wyvern let out a cry, flapping its wings and soaring toward the southwestern outskirts of the city—where Singo had previously cleared a bandit hideout by himself.
The hideout had a half-giant bandit leader boss, 13 feet tall, with a challenge rating of Level 9. Singo had poisoned him and taken him down, making him the perfect candidate for conversion.
Meanwhile, he shared the news with his party of three.
Singo: Grab the corpses now!
I Eat a Mantou: ?
I Eat a Mantou: Are you losing it?
Born Battle Maniac: Mantou, check the forums. It's the latest event.
Born Battle Maniac: The big guilds are already fighting over the Frost Giant battlefield. Their leaders have brought hundreds of players to claim it—it's chaos.
Born Battle Maniac: [Screenshot]
I Eat a Mantou: There's actually a fight over corpses?
Summer Night Autumn Rain: I'm doomed... all the bosses I fought were burned to ashes. (TT)
"Roar—"
The wyvern let out a long cry, circling before landing on a hill next to a hidden cave.
Singo moved swiftly, entering the bandit hideout.
"Great!"
"No one's discovered this spot yet!"
Without hesitation, he wrapped the half-giant bandit leader's fly-infested, foul-smelling corpse.
After days of fermentation, the half-giant corpse had swollen and decayed, fully embodying the "giant's corpse aesthetic."
But Singo didn't care—in fact, he was thrilled. After struggling to wrap up the corpse, he shouted:
"Wyvern, to the Carter Principality!"
"Roar?"
Even the wyvern, with its carrion-eating instincts, tilted its head in confusion and covered its nose with its front limbs.
"Don't worry about the smell. Just carry the corpse—we need to move fast."
"Roar."
Following its master's orders, the wyvern reluctantly grabbed the corpse, its stench overpowering even the wrappings, and took off into the sky.
Thankfully, the ancestral wyvern had great strength and speed.
In no time, they crossed half of Anzeta and arrived at the Bewilderment Valley in the western Carter Principality—home to the [Undead Research Institute].
"Phew, not too late."
Singo wiped the sweat off his forehead as he sat on the wyvern's back.
At the entrance of the research institute, a line of about a dozen players had already formed, most dragging corpses or skeletons—some even carrying coffins.