Ashen Dragon

Chapter 420: Chapter 343 Player’s Undead Minion (Part 3)

“Awooo~~”

The wyvern circled and landed, while Singo dragged the corpse of the half-giant with one hand.

He immediately saw the two people at the end of the line: they wore red and black tuxedos, their skin deathly pale, and one of them carried a wooden coffin on his back.

Their identity was obvious—members of “Nocturne,” vampire players.

So, Singo tentatively asked.

“Rogue Beast?”

“Yo? Isn’t this Xin Dog?”

The man turned around, revealing a familiar cheeky face that made one want to punch him.

Indeed, this was one of the leaders of the Nocturne Troop, famous for his outrageous antics, Swashbuckler.

And the poor newbie carrying the coffin beside him was lured into Nocturne by him, the Wolf of the Dark Night.

“Tsk, you guys are fast, huh?”

“Same to you.”

Swashbuckler poked his head out, eyeing the massive corpse bag Singo was dragging with drool almost dripping from his mouth.

Human corpses could only be turned into ordinary zombies, but this thing could undoubtedly be converted into a “Giant Zombie” type monster. Summoning it would be imposing, to say the least.

Swashbuckler said enviously, “Damn, where did you get such a big guy, and it’s fresh!”

Singo replied blandly, “Just luck, cleared out a bandit hideout, and there happened to be a half-giant boss inside.”

“Damn Europeans!”

“You really hit the jackpot!”

Swashbuckler grumbled bitterly.

Singo raised an eyebrow, looking at the coffin behind the Wolf of the Dark Night: “Don’t just talk about me, you guys seem to have gotten a lot too.”

The coffin was over two meters long, packed with so many bones it must have weighed hundreds of kilograms, pressing down on the Wolf of the Dark Night until he was drenched in sweat.

“Of course.”

Swashbuckler puffed out his chest, proudly patting the coffin, nearly making the Wolf of the Dark Night stumble.

“We are the noble Blood Clan, aristocrats of the night, born undying monarchs. Gathering some corpses and bones is child’s play for us!”

“See this?”

“In this coffin lie the ancestors of Leo Boske for three generations; there’s got to be some powerful warriors among them!”

Hearing this, even Singo couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

This guy is a real beast!

Not only did he wipe out the whole family, but he also dug up their ancestors to use as minions.

However, he soon felt a little annoyed—such a good idea, and he didn’t think of it?

The burial goods in those Northern Nobility family tombs had long been looted, but the bones inside were still there; who knows how many transcendents could be among them.

But then, the barbarian player carrying the stone coffin at the front of the line turned his head and angrily shouted, “Damn, no wonder the Boske Family tomb was empty, you stole everything, you beast!”

Swashbuckler folded his arms and smiled cheekily, “Stole? Nocturne doesn’t steal; we just use our abilities! If I didn’t take those bones, wouldn’t they have just gone to you, you petty thief?”

“Hmph!”

“Just because you raided the Boske grave doesn’t mean anything, I’ve brought the ancestors of the Norton Family for eight generations! The bloodline of the Frost Giants might not be inferior to your Northern Lions!”

The burly man snorted and turned away with the stone coffin, no longer speaking to Swashbuckler.

“Hehe…”

“I just want to say—all of you here are trash, clueless about the true power of a mage master.”

The newcomer was a tall, slender man in an elegant suit, who tipped his hat courteously.

He had a handsome face, with a towering nose bridge framed by exquisite silver glasses, and a perverted smile that utterly contrasted with his appearance.

The nickname on his head was “Rain City.”

Instantly, the players started whispering among themselves.

“Isn’t that Rain City?”

“That pervert really came…”

“What a beast…”

“Typical of him!”

This “Rain City” was also quite famous on the forum. He had taken a quest to help a Tiefling girl find her parents, only to discover they had died in an accident.

So, he shamelessly brought their corpses back to complete the quest and claim the reward, even reviving her parents as zombies in front of the girl. The outcome was predictable.

He even posted on the forum afterward.

“I reunited the child with her parents, why isn’t she happy?”

“Sigh, trying to be a good guy is really hard.”

After that post, players unanimously considered him a top-tier pervert.

“This time, I’ve gathered the combined power of the Boske, Rackman, and Nóvel of the Northern, turning all their ancestors into undead minions; I’ll surely restore the glory of necromancers!”

Rain City raised his magic wand, and three skeletons appeared in mid-air, orbiting around him, silencing all the players present.

“Still just a grave robber?”

Swashbuckler shouted, “Damn, playing Pokémon now?”

After a long pause, Singo softly clapped his hands, sighing, “Truly, the world is full of heroes like fish in a river!”

He had thought his actions of poisoning people and stealing corpses were beastly enough, but compared to these guys, he was just a minor villain.

Finally, the masked player at the front of the line carrying a big bag of corpses said slowly, “Hehe, I just want to find a wife.”

The nickname over his head was “Undead Knight.”

“…”

The people present fell silent once more.

“Bro, be a human…”

Even the usually outrageous Swashbuckler couldn’t help but sigh and wave his hand.

Suddenly, the iron gate of the “Undead Research Institute” slowly opened, and the queue instantly became restless.

“Look! The door’s open!”

“Good, good, I can’t wait to see what my future undead minions will look like!”

“Yeah, I’m so excited—”

“Crap, keep away from me, pervert.”

“Once these Boske ancestors are converted, Nocturne will be unstoppable!”

A human in a white lab coat stepped out, the researcher Maxi, followed by two corpse demons.

He smiled warmly, bowing to the players, and said enthusiastically, “Thank you, Starfallen, for coming to the Undead Research Institute. Please queue up in an orderly fashion; Supervisor Orestes will transform your undead.”

The “Undead Knight” at the front of the line, filled with excitement, was ready to enter with his corpse bag but was stopped by Maxi.

The two tall corpse demons behind him took a step forward menacingly, letting out low growls as they prepared to raise their great axes.

“Entry fee, five Gold Coins.”

The researcher stretched out his hand, maintaining a smiling expression, but to the players, it seemed increasingly creepy.

This guy is a smiling tiger!

Everyone inhaled sharply.