Ashen Dragon

Chapter 419: Chapter 342: Player’s Undead Minion (II)

“Oh? Is this the new event?”

Upon getting the news, Singo immediately rode his bipedal wyvern and rushed over.

“Let’s land here.”

“Tch, still a step too late. Why didn’t the official side give any advance notice?”

His wyvern flapped its wings, slowly spiraling down and eventually landing near the dragon-landing ground in the Ashen Emperor Square.

Lately, traffic control in Isdalia had become increasingly strict, with Tiefling guards from the City Management Bureau constantly patrolling the streets.

Even though Singo was an Imperial Viscount, he would still receive a ticket for improperly parking his bipedal wyvern.

It’s said that Prime Minister Ramp led by example, personally paying a fine once—since then, no Dragonblood Nobility dared to disobey traffic rules, not even the fiercest and most brutal ogres obeyed.

“However… there’s no need to squeeze in with these people.”

Singo pulled out an exquisite telescope inlaid with gold filigree from his backpack and looked toward a distant notice board.

This equipment, “Eye of the Wyvern,” was specially provided for the Red Scale Conquerors by the Guardhouse. It used optical principles to clearly see distant objects and also included an Omniscient Magic spell to detect magic fluctuations.

Using the “Eye of the Wyvern,” Singo was able to read the distant notice, though related images had already started circulating in the forums.

New location for the Ashen Empire faction event—

[The Undead Research Institute will officially open on October 11, 1786, New Calendar!]

[Introduction: In the Kolmi Mountains in the western Carter Kingdom, there is a horrifying Bewildering Valley. Desperate howls often emanate from there, and it’s said that all who enter the Bewildering Valley will get lost and become eternal wraiths…]

[According to texts left by long-gone bards, a terrifying lich resides in this valley. Known as the “Soul Chanter,” it is a nightmare for all the living, a shepherd of specters, and an emissary of Milco…]

“Wait, this description…”

“Why does it sound like a horror dungeon?”

Singo frowned slightly. He had exchanged experience points for the “Empire’s Necromancy Encyclopedia” and learned about liches, a type of undead creature—each lich was a cunning, insane Immortal.

At the same time, they were powerful spellcasters comparable to legendary necromancers, not entities current players could contend with.

“Are we supposed to defeat the lich?”

He voiced his doubt.

The tone of the notice then shifted to the familiar “loyal” style that players knew.

[But now, under the invincible glory of His Majesty Cassius, the Anzeta Great Wilderness has already been ruled by the great Ashen Empire. The lich, impressed by His Majesty’s strength and quality, willingly became a loyal vassal of the Empire!]

[Bewildering Valley, once a forbidden zone for the living, has now been rejuvenated and transformed into the Empire’s “Undead Research Institute,” dedicated to helping all undead creatures contribute to the Empire’s development!]

Event Manager: Soul Chanter – Orestes

Event Details:

Players, please bring as complete corpses and skeletons as possible to the “Undead Research Institute” and seek out the manager, “Soul Eternally Mourner – Orestes.”

Present corpses and skeletons to the institute, and by consuming a certain amount of experience and gold coins at the lich, you will receive a special item, the “Undead Minion Rental Contract.”

(Note: This item is permanently effective. You will have three chances daily to summon the converted undead minion, each time for fifteen minutes.)

(The strength of the undead minion depends on the strength and type of the converted corpse.)

“This is… a permanent servant?”

Singo’s pupils shrank as he instantly realized the significance of this event—it meant he could bring back the bosses he had killed before and convert them into his minions!

And the “Undead Minion Rental Contract” had permanent validity, with up to three summoning opportunities per day!

“The official event this time… is simply too generous!”

He couldn’t help but exclaim.

It’s important to know that at the current stage, even necromancer players could only create the lowest level skeletons.

Moreover, without the divine artifact “Scepter of Bones from Milco,” the undead creatures they created quickly reverted back to ordinary skeletons, which were useless to high-level players like him!

But the “Undead Minion Rental Contract” was entirely different. He could even convert former bosses into minions!

“The ‘corpse summoning stream’ might emerge soon!”

“I must seize the opportunity immediately, or the remains of those bosses will be snatched away by the numerically superior noble guilds!”

Singo’s eyes gleamed, and he swiftly unfastened the latch in front, adeptly mounting his bipedal wyvern.

“Wyvern, set off at once!”

“Aoo~~”

The bipedal wyvern let out a roar, flapping its wings and heading southwest towards the outskirts of the city—Singo had once cleared out a bandit hideout there alone.

Inside, there was a half-giant chieftain boss with a height of thirteen feet and a challenge level as high as level nine. Singo had poisoned and killed him, and now the body could be of use.

Meanwhile, he sent this information to the remaining three members in the group chat.

Singo: Go grab the corpses!

I’m Going to Eat Mantou: ?

I’m Going to Eat Mantou: Have you lost it?

Natural War Maniac: Mantou, look at the forums, this is the latest event.

Natural War Maniac: It’s said that the guild leaders of those noble guilds have gone crazy. Each of them has led hundreds of people, fighting for control over the Frost Giants’ battlegrounds. The scene is, tsk tsk.

Natural War Maniac: [Screenshot]

I’m Going to Eat Mantou: Is there really such a thing?

Summer Night Autumn Rain: I’m speechless… All the bosses I’ve killed have been burned to ashes (T⌓T)

“Roar—”

The bipedal wyvern let out a long cry, then circled down to land beside a barely noticeable cave on a hill.

Singo moved quickly and soon reached the bandits’ hideout.

“Great!”

“This place hasn’t been found yet!”

He didn’t mind at all as he wrapped up the half-giant chieftain’s corpse, which was buzzing with flies and emitting a strong stench of decay.

After several days of fermentation, the half-giant’s corpse, with its giant bloodline, had already swollen and rotted, becoming a complete “Giant’s View.”

But Singo didn’t care. He was even a bit excited as he finished “packing” and shouted loudly:

“Wyvern, to Carter Duchy!”

“Aoo?”

Even the bipedal wyvern, which had a preference for carrion, tilted its head in confusion and used its forelimbs to cover its nose.

“Don’t worry about it. Just take the body, we need to hurry.”

“Aoo…”

Under its master’s orders, the wyvern reluctantly picked up the corpse, whose stench couldn’t be masked even by the fabric wrapping, and flew into the distance.

Luckily, the ancestral wyvern had considerable strength and speed.

Soon, they crossed a large part of Anzeta and arrived at the Bewildering Valley in the western Carter Duchy—the location of the “Undead Research Institute.”

“Phew, we got here not too late.”

Riding on the wyvern’s back, Singo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He saw a dozen people already queuing at the institute’s entrance, each dragging a corpse or skeleton, and some even carrying a coffin.