This lich needs more money

Making two high-level undead is not a good option right now.

Not only is the material expensive, but the key is time.

Many humans have misunderstandings about the undead. They think that a skeleton reanimation spell can be used to pull a skeleton directly from the corpse, thinking that this is a real undead.

In fact, the skeleton soldiers created by this spell can only last for one day at most. They cannot be regarded as undead at all, but can only be regarded as temporary puppets.

All actions are controlled by the caster, and even the soul is incomplete.

If you want to create a real undead that lasts for a long time, has its own self, and is a high-level undead that retains most of its normal thinking, it will take a lot of effort.

First, it starts to detect whether the souls of the two people still exist.

Hastings Umbershoe is not worried. This thief who exploits evil and evildoers probably has no faith. After death, his soul will stay in the body for a long time and suffer torture.

The trouble lies with the half-elf ranger. Most elves believe in elven gods. Those gods attach great importance to the souls of elves. Basically, they will fly directly to the elven kingdom after death, rarely stopping.

If it is estimated that the soul of an elf is intercepted, it will easily anger the group of vengeful elf gods, which is not worth the gain.

But after Amberxiu checked, he found that Harris's soul was also there.

Those stingy people who don't believe in the elves and gods? Not bad, not bad. It saves a lot of trouble.

A low spell sounded in the gloomy laboratory, like ancient shadows murmuring in the abyss. The temperature of the laboratory dropped suddenly, and patches of white frost covered the surrounding area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A ball of light blue light floated out from the half-elf's body, seemingly struggling to leave, but was frozen by the ubiquitous cold, and could only float stiffly in mid-air.

Amberxiu drew countless magical rays with his hands, weaving them into dreamlike patterns and imprinting them into the soul.

After completing this complicated ritual, Amberxiu said to the soul fire: Now, you should be able to speak. Hareth, can you hear my voice?

The soul fire trembled and made a weak sound.

pain……

It's just that the phantom pain caused by your soul losing its adapted body makes you think that your limbs have been severed. You will no longer feel pain. Keep thinking and focus on the things that are most profound in your memory. This can condense your will.

The soul fire trembled and made intermittent sounds again, but it was much clearer than before.

Mom...Mom...don't die...Mom...

Amber Xiu was not surprised that each adventurer could write several stories about literary youth, but only the stories about literary youth who became heroes were qualified to be compiled into poems and circulated.

Hares' soul called his mother for a long time, and then he regained some sense.

I...what's wrong with me...it's so dark...it's so cold...what is this place?

Amberxiu replied: Darkness and coldness, like pain, are all illusions. The way the soul observes the world is different, and you need time to adapt slowly. I have temporarily blocked your ability to perceive the outside world, otherwise your soul will not be able to bear it. Live and collapse.”

Without eyes, nose and ears, the way the soul experiences the world is more like reading an explanatory text that is exhaustive and terrifyingly detailed.

Amberxiu had been drinking in the tavern before. He couldn't taste the rancid wine, but his soul had already marked a series of keywords such as watered down, pantothenic acid and disgusting on the wine glass.

Imagine taking out a gold coin, and a dense description of hundreds of thousands of words suddenly appears on its outline alone. This amount of information can burst a weak soul.

A poetic undead once wrote this sentence: The world opened everything to me, but I closed my eyes cowardly.

The undead spend their entire lives reducing their response to the world, allowing the soul to reduce its load. For example, block out some unimportant information to avoid missing more important parts.

This is only an issue that needs to be considered in the early stage of adaptation. Next, we have to practice how to use the power of the soul to drive the undead body.

It is said that the soul controls the body, and the body in turn affects the soul.

Why do ghosts always look the same as they did in life? That's because the soul has been adapting to the changes in the body.

This is also the reason why the undead are mainly in human form. It is naturally much easier for their original bodies to adapt.

Only Amber Xiu, who has mastered the technology of artificial soul, can modify the appearance of the undead at will, because he can directly create a virtual soul of the corresponding form, greatly reducing the time for the soul to merge with the body.

Amber Xiu has not yet created a suitable undead body for Hares, so he has temporarily sealed his soul. He can only communicate verbally and does not give him other ways to sense the outside world, otherwise he will have to scream like crazy for several months. Get used to it slowly.

After Hares calmed down a little, Amberxiu continued to ask: Did those paladins let you sneak into the castle?

Hares's soul trembled again, and he said in a horrified tone: It's you, Master Ultraman! I remember, that Headless Horseman was your puppet, and it was you who killed us!

If the headless brother was created by Umberto, he would have created an army directly, then flattened the Ryan Empire and hung the old boy James Watson to the stake.

Answer my question, Hares, were you ordered to come to my castle by that group of paladins?

Hares responded: Yes, my brother and I originally just wanted to cheat them a little money, but they directly forced us to sneak into the castle. We originally just wanted to come here for a while and then leave.

Harris's tone was full of regret, he just took the risk, but he really died.

Amberxiu carefully inquired about the information about those paladin, but the harvest was not great. The two brothers did not have much contact with the paladin named Fanxing. They only knew that he was a black knight who fulfilled the oath of revenge.

Black Knight, it's a bit troublesome. This kind of paladin has no lower limit.

Amber Xiu was mumbling to himself, and Harris took the opportunity to beg for mercy and said: Ultraman Master, it is our brothers' fault, but please show mercy and let my brother go. I can work for you, no matter what you do. Make me a skeleton or a zombie, but please let Hasting go.

Amberxiu asked curiously: You two brothers have a pretty good relationship, but how come you, a half-elf, are brothers with him, a pure human? Are you half-brother or half-brother?

Our father was a slave trader. Hasting's mother was a human slave, and my mother was an elf slave... Anyway, we killed him in the end and escaped.

It was another tragic story, but Amberxiu had no interest in continuing to ask.

He was thinking about the use value of these brothers. The black knight named Fanxing was so cautious that he was uncomfortable. Why couldn't he just shout the Holy Light and rush over like that idiot Allen?

This paladin must be given some stimulation, and he cannot be allowed to continue calmly planning.

Amberxiu thought for a while and came up with a rough idea, and then said to Hareth's soul: By the way, I think your pet is playing well. How about reincarnating into a lich?