"Your Excellency Ji Xing, I am willing to swear allegiance to you in the name of the princess of the Full Moon Kingdom and the current Banshee King. I implore you to become the king of our clan and lead us out of this predicament."
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoman had not responded, Hilna once again summoned up the courage to speak.
As a high-level undead, her whole body involuntarily exudes a cold power, which makes people feel inaccessible.
Over time, Sirna's personality began to change in this direction. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been in such an uneasy mood. Maybe that was before she became an undead?
But Sirna had no choice, because the person in front of her was too important to them.
The disappearance of the undead spell has led the undead clan under the abyss to a path of no return leading to destruction.
Without the subsequent increase in tribesmen, although the "life" of these high-level undead is long, there is no peace in the abyss. There are still guys like the abyss demon there, threatening their safety at all times.
Any battle or attrition will be irreversible damage to them.
If this continues, one day these undead souls will be wiped out, and their clan will completely disappear from this world.
In fact, it is somewhat inappropriate to use the word race to describe them. After all, before these people became undead, they were also human beings like the people in the Kingdom of Adren.
But the Full Moon Principality was destroyed along with the Sunset Forest hundreds of years ago, and they began their life in exile as undead.
The living are unwilling to accept them and regard them as evil and terrifying aliens. The Sunset Forest, their former hometown, has also turned into a swamp, unable to shield them from the sun.
These undead are not afraid of light, but they don't like the feeling of being illuminated, which will make them dizzy, just like ordinary people who are now harmed by the spiritual magic in the sun.
Therefore, they had no choice but to move all of them to the Howling Abyss to the west of Sunset Swamp.
The unique cold atmosphere in the abyss is a very good nourishment for these undead, just like ordinary people in a comfortable constant temperature environment, allowing them to regard it as their new home.
In this way, hundreds of years have passed, and these undead have long been forgotten, including themselves, and their identities as humans.
Now, they have defined a new race for themselves, which is the current undead race.
However, the undead cannot make a surplus, so naturally there is no way to replenish the tribe. If you want to welcome new compatriots, you can only rely on the conversion of undead magic.
But the undead magic was just a flash in the pan. After resurrecting this group of unlucky undead, it was erased from the history books.
All the magic books that recorded it had no relevant content, as if a pair of big hands had forcibly erased all the necromancy spells in the world.
Without necromancy, the number of these undead would naturally not be replenished.
Although they tried to develop something called evil magic, it was not undead magic after all. If they could not convert new undead, they would not be able to solve their troubles.
In order to be able to fight against the abyss demons, Sirna formed an alliance with McAvey and joined the Boundbreaker Association. After all this is over, the undead will receive support from the living to completely destroy those demons.
Zhang Xiaoman listened to this girl - let's call her girl for now - describe all this intermittently, and he had a certain understanding of this lost undead tribe.
It's just that he understands, but it's still a bit unrealistic for him to be an undead monarch.
He himself is not from this world and may leave here at any time. Moreover, these are all a bunch of undead souls, so what kind of energy does he, a living person, get involved in.
He's not discriminating against them or anything, he just has a lot to do and simply doesn't want to be a burden to such a big family anymore.
Unless, these undead can have their own value.
"How many of your tribe are left now?"
Zhang Xiaoman asked.
He is a very rational person and will not refuse without understanding at all just because "this matter seems troublesome".
He doesn't mind taking the time to understand anything that is beneficial to him, anything that can help him.
Seeing that the other party was willing to ask instead of refusing directly, Sirna's eyes showed a glimmer of hope.
"Including me, there are currently 279 people left in our clan."
"More than two hundred people? How come there are so few...there are not even three hundred...?"
"Yes, we numbered around 200,000 at the beginning, but after such a long time, those irrational low-level undead creatures have become corrupted, and now the only ones left are high-level ones with their own thoughts. Undead.”
Sirna gave an explanation.
Zhang Xiaoman also nodded, it was reasonable to say so.
In fact, in the eyes of these undead, only the truly high-level undead who can think are considered members of the undead tribe.
As for those mindless low-level undead, they are actually just walking zombies that can move.
"More than two hundred people...it's not that many..."
Zhang Xiaoman touched his chin and thought for a moment.
This number was much less than he had initially imagined. If he were asked to lead a race with a large population like Yohad and Regina, he would definitely not be willing to do so.
After all, he has many other things to do, and there is no time to waste on those trivial matters.
But if there are only more than two hundred people...
Zhang Xiaoman narrowed his eyes.
This is not something that cannot be considered.
This number is not large, at most it can be regarded as a large armed force. Many large mercenary groups in Talata have more than this number.
Moreover, the more than two hundred undead are all high-level undead, that is, they are all high-level professionals who have reached at least the seventh level of strength.
Even because of evil spirit spells and the innate characteristics of their race, these undead are much more powerful than mercenaries of the same level.
At this time, the balance in Zhang Xiaoman's mind had deviated a little, but he still wanted to ask a few questions.
"Sirna, you plan to let me be your monarch. What do you want me to do?"
Faced with such a straightforward question, Sirna breathed a sigh of relief - if she was still breathing.
She still prefers this straightforward style to the indirect and indirect approach.
Slowly raising her hand, the undead princess slowly took off the black cloth that had been covering her face, revealing her appearance for the first time.
This is a face that is full of paleness, without any blood. Her eyes are ice blue, with little glimmers of light shining in them, adding a sense of mystery to her.
With an oval face, a cherry mouth, and a petite nose, this undead princess has an oriental face similar to that of Yifei, and is unexpectedly sweet and cute.
If it weren't for the cold aura of death that filled it, destroying this beauty, the appearance of this undead princess could at least reach a score of 95 or above according to Zhang Xiaoman's aesthetic standards.
He knew that the reason why this "girl" who had lived for hundreds of years looked like this was because she was still a girl under twenty when she was transformed into an undead. Will continue to age.
However, aging has stopped, but some common disadvantages of undead creatures still exist.
For example, on Sirna's cheek, there were cracks all over the right side of her face, which were caused by a long period of lack of necromancy repairs.
Even high-level undead are not immortal. Their bodies will also gradually decay, but the speed is much slower than those of ordinary low-level undead creatures.
Unlike low-level undead creatures, high-level undead can rely on necromancy to repair themselves, just like repairing machinery, thereby achieving a state of pseudo-immortality.
This is also the reason why the undead clan would rather live in the abyss and be neighbors with demons than return to the shore to be exposed to the sun.
The cold breath in the abyss can greatly reduce their rate of decay. In this era without undead magic, it can extend their lifespan in disguise.
Every creature has the instinct and desire to live, even these dead souls. Naturally, they are not willing to truly die when they have a choice.
"I just hope that you can lead us to survive."
Sirna pointed at the cracks on her face and said:
"My tribe and I are heading towards corruption. Many injured tribe members cannot be repaired and have completely left us. Although we have become undead, we do not want to be annihilated yet."
Her tone was cold, but Zhang Xiaoman could hear a strong desire for survival in it.
He slowly raised his hand and gently brushed it in front of the undead princess's cheek.
An icy blue light emerged from his fingertips and penetrated into the other person's pale skin.
The next second, Sirna's cracked face suddenly began to heal. The negative structural power of the undead spell can not only harm the living, but also repair the bodies of the undead.
Sirna's expression perked up, and the blue light in her eyes seemed to become a little brighter.
It had been a long time since she had felt this kind of long-lost relaxation. This time, her body, which had begun to gradually decay, was supplemented by necromancy spells. It was like spring coming out of dead trees, restoring her spirit and senses to their previous sharpness.
Zhang Xiaoman withdrew his hand. He looked at the other party's recovered state and thought that his guess was correct. The necromancy spell had indeed a repairing effect on them.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Xiaoman stood up from his seat, looked seriously into the other person's eyes, and asked:
"Hirna, I can agree to your request, but you must obey my arrangements from now on, and I will not provide you with revival. I will only ensure that you will not perish. Even so, Do you also want to insist on your request?”
When Sirna heard this, she knelt down on one knee without any hesitation.
"Great undead monarch, from now on, you are the supreme king of our clan, and your will is the goal we pursue."
Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but look slightly sideways at the undead princess's decisive act of swearing allegiance, secretly thinking that this woman was indeed worthy of having lived for hundreds of years. At least she had this kind of courage that many people did not have.
"Okay, don't call me the Undead Lord or anything like that from now on. I'm not dead after all... You should just call me Ji Xing. Regarding the matter of the Undead, we can make arrangements after I go to the Howling Abyss. Now You’d better go back early to rest and prepare for tomorrow’s battle.”
Sirna covered her cheeks with black cloth again, performed the royal princess etiquette, and said:
"Lord, we undead do not need to rest, but if it is your will, I will go back and meditate now to restore my mana as soon as possible."
Zhang Xiaoman opened his mouth, and then he didn't bother to care about her title. He just waved his hand to signal her to leave first.
Sirna walked out of the room unhurriedly, and then gently closed the door. Her movements were quiet and elegant, worthy of her status as the undead princess.
After the other party left, Zhang Xiaoman looked at the door that was closed again, feeling a little sad in his heart.
He had become some kind of "undead monarch" inexplicably. He would have never been happy to be called a villain at first sight.
However, he is now the Lord of the Stars who has founded the entire Star Alliance and has spanned several worlds. He has seen many scenes, large and small, and has long been concerned with the judgment of these so-called good and evil, as well as the details of titles. Don't really care anymore.
It doesn't matter if he is an undead monarch. As long as the other party can help his plan and contribute valuable strength to himself, then he doesn't mind bringing him into his camp.
Again, although the more than 200 high-level thugs have only mastered low-level elemental power, in the future, with the repair of their own undead spells, they can help them master the real dark spiritual power like Elcurus. Undead magic is not difficult.
At that time, it would be equivalent to having more than 200 juniors who were at least advanced spiritual initiates out of thin air. Such a force had even exceeded the average level of the current awakened members of the Star Alliance.
Finally, Zhang Xiaoman was not worried about the issue of loyalty.
If the other party accepts his power, it will be controlled by him. Necromantic magic is not a kind and benevolent light magic.
Although Zhang Xiaoman couldn't control them like he could completely control Alculus, it would be easy to kill them.
After sorting out his thoughts and making some plans for future development, Zhang Xiaoman took advantage of the fact that it was still early in the night and fell asleep peacefully.
