Chapter 82

Unconsciously, Ang's magic level had improved again; he could now cast first-level spells with both hands simultaneously...

Why is it still first-level! Didn't you say it improved!?

Yes, it did improve, the speed of mana recovery has improved! Nigris spat blood on the spot, if it could still spit blood.

However, it's not absolute. The magic level is limited by mana. If he uses the Lock Hand on the right to cast spells, the mana will be cached in the mourning hand bone, allowing him to cast second-level spells.

So now, when Ang uses the Lock Hand to cast spells, he can release second-level spells. If he casts Purification, Beautification, or Rain, due to his proficiency, the effect will be optimized to the power of a fourth-level spell.

Fourth-level is a threshold for mages. Crossing this threshold, one can call themselves a mid-level mage.

But Ang achieves this effect with a second-level spell, with fourth-level power, second-level mana consumption, and full mana recovery. If someone were unlucky enough to face him in a magic duel, they would find themselves up against a human fourth-level magic cannon... although this cannon uses Rain to water the ground.

Finding Ang is like finding a granary. Luther's restless heart finally calmed down. He found a place to rest for a while, but suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Turning his head, he saw the little zombie spreading its arms like wings to balance itself, charging down the slope into the valley, its legs flailing so fast they almost left afterimages.

Running to the edge of the ravine, the little zombie let out a loud "ao" in Ang's direction, holding up something in its hand, a ghost tightly clutched in its grip.

Ang called the angel skull back: "Caught it, go for reincarnation." Then he called out to Nigris in his mind.

After Ang transformed the ghost into a spectral warrior armor, the little zombie said it wanted one too. Ang initially thought of giving it the Black Warrior armor, but after negotiations, Nigris said it knew the boss on the other side and didn't want to snatch their subordinates, so the little zombie didn't get the armor. These days, it kept running out to catch ghosts.

"Ghosts aren't that easy to catch. Wild ghosts are very fierce. The little zombie's soul isn't strong, how could it catch a ghost..." Nigris grumbled as it flew back, muttering in disbelief all the way until it saw the ghost in the little zombie's hand.

"Really caught it? How did you catch it? Isn't this ghost's soul stronger than yours?" Nigris was shocked. The ghost in the little zombie's hand clearly had a stronger soul than the little zombie. How did it "catch" it?

"Ao!" The little zombie gestured with its fists.

"...Beat it up and then caught it, is that how it works? Even with a stronger soul, you can still beat it up, impressive." Nigris was speechless.

It was indeed a method, but in the undead system, a stronger soul often means greater power. A ghost with a stronger soul being beaten up by a little zombie with a weaker soul was truly... Are all the freaks around Ang like this?

"Then hurry up, while it's still dazed from the beating, let's reincarnate it quickly." The group rushed into the cave where the reincarnation altar was located.

Although the consumption of soul flames has been quite high recently, there is still enough to activate the reincarnation altar, and it is constantly replenished.

At any moment, he could feel the soul network, with Lisa and Oak's two points continuously sending soul flames to his soul. Interestingly, there were also soul flames from Silver, not a constant stream, but whenever they appeared, they were very enthusiastic, as if performing some ritual.

With the new believers in Demon Valley, the daily increase in soul flames is around 2,500, enough for him to cast a Death Ray once, with a little left over, sufficient to activate the reincarnation altar.

Nigris said to Ang, "You come, I'll teach you. Your mental power and elemental control are insane, and your soul strength is high. You're the best candidate to preside over the reincarnation altar. Not just for reincarnating spectral warriors, even for reincarnating liches, the success rate would be very high. In the future, anyone who wants to die can come to you."

The success rate of reincarnation varies greatly depending on who presides over the reincarnation altar, ranging from 20% to 80%. Reincarnating a human into a lich has a higher success rate, while reincarnating a spirit into a Black Warrior has a much lower success rate. But regardless of the type, there has never been a 100% success rate.

Without a reincarnation altar, the success rate of a human becoming a lich is extremely low. With some materials to assist, the success rate can be increased, but it's hard to exceed 50%.

Why, after so many years of presiding over the Lich City, has the number of liches remained so few? Even when Crag wanted to reincarnate, Phyllin couldn't guarantee it, because the success rate is too low.

However, Ang's situation is very special. Nigris has never seen someone with such high mental power. Even the former Bone Lock might not have been as high.

Bone Lock was the Lord of Mourning, with an incredibly strong soul, second only to the King. But did he have mental power as insane as Ang's?

The reincarnation altar precisely requires strong mental power and precise control. As for control, Ang has been using magic to pollinate crops for a thousand years. He could easily thread a needle with the pollination technique.

With these conditions, the success rate of a human reincarnating into a lich should be around 80%, and for a spirit reincarnating into a Black Warrior, around 60%.

Activating the reincarnation altar, throwing the ghost in, six stone pillars shot out beams of light, hitting the ghost. Under the altar's power, its ethereal form restructured and quickly became a physical form.

A physical ghost stood dazed on the altar.

After a series of imprinting and armor transformations, the little zombie finally managed to armor the spectral warrior onto itself. After adjustments, the little zombie's hands were equipped with... hoes, handleless hoes that fit over its hands like claws.

Nigris couldn't bear to look. Why hoes? Has it been corrupted by Ang?!

The angel skull, which had seen Ang's armor transformation earlier and felt nothing, was now不服气 (unconvinced) when it saw the little zombie's armor. It ran over, pointed at the little zombie, and "aoed" at Ang.

Before Ang could respond, the little zombie ran over, slapped its chest, and "aoed."

Then it ran out, ready to catch more ghosts. The angel skull followed, but soon both returned dejectedly. It was windy outside.

...

Luther waited until everyone was done and the reincarnation altar stopped. He pointed to the nearby teleportation array and said, "I remember when I last heard about the World Tree. It was the teleportation array, Silver told us."

Earlier, when Nigris mentioned the World Tree to Luther, he felt he had heard the name recently but couldn't recall where. It wasn't until he saw the teleportation array that he remembered.

Silver had taken the initiative to collect many iron tools, ropes, tools, and daily items, constantly sending them to the small teleportation array in Ice City.

The projection array was too expensive to use, so they could only use the small teleportation array, moving things bit by bit like ants.

During the teleportation process, Silver mentioned the name "World Tree."

Silver had said at the time, "Those elves are crazy. They say the World Tree has sprouted and are demanding that humans hand over the World Tree sapling, or they will launch a holy war. Now the whole world is looking for the World Tree."

"By the way, do you want a World Tree branch? Just connect anonymously to the elves' teleportation array, and they will give you a sick branch for free. If you can cure the World Tree, you will earn the friendship of the elves. I've already claimed one."

Anna said, "We don't know how to cure trees. What would we do with it?"

"Use it as a decoration. A withered branch of the World Tree as a decoration on your table completely changes the atmosphere. If you have business to discuss, lead the person into the room, and they will be stunned. They'll see that I am wealthy and powerful, even using the World Tree as a decoration, and they'll comply."

Anna was amazed by this advanced business thinking and couldn't help but ask, "What if they don't recognize the World Tree?"

Silver sneered, "If they don't recognize the World Tree, what qualifications do they have to do business with me? If they didn't know before, it might be forgivable, but with the elves making such a big fuss now, anyone who doesn't recognize it is definitely not a merchant."

Anna was impressed but still refused, "Forget it. I don't do business, and I can't cure trees. It would be a waste of teleportation space. For us, even the most luxurious decoration is not as useful as a shovel."

Silver nodded in approval. This was someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't swayed by superficial things.

...

After Luther finished speaking, Nigris and Ang exchanged a glance. The soul fire in Ang's eyes flared up.

In the Material Plane, Silver, who had just been showing off the World Tree branch to a former colleague, received a thunderbolt: "Lord Ang wants my World Tree branch?"

"Yes." Ang touched the symbol belonging to Silver and spoke with his soul.

Perhaps he didn't control his soul strength, and the mental impact made Silver's head buzz. He hurriedly responded, "Okay, okay, Lord Ang, please wait, I'll teleport it over right away."

"Teleport here." Ang said, sending a new teleportation array symbol to Silver.

Most teleportation arrays don't have coordinate maps. They are interconnected, relying more on symbols. Without a symbol, one would need to know the exact coordinates of a specific teleportation array and search aimlessly, with a negligible chance of finding another array.

"Yes, my lord." Silver responded respectfully.

Breaking the connection, Silver looked regretfully at the World Tree branch on the table. As he had said, this thing had no practical function, but its role was significant. Possessing it meant having at least one teleportation array, a symbol of power and credibility. Business partners would feel reassured seeing it.

Under the same conditions, others would definitely choose to cooperate with a merchant who has a World Tree branch and a teleportation array.

But what could be done? Lord Ang wanted it, so he had to part with it reluctantly.

He hurriedly packed and teleported.

After the teleportation, Ang received it and then sent a pot of sapling back to him: "Here's your sapling."

Taking your branch, giving you a sapling, an equal exchange.

But Silver was stunned: "L-Lord, is this a World Tree sapling?"

"Yes."

Silver felt the pot was almost burning, so hot he almost dropped it. This was a scorching sapling.

...

After getting the new branch and planting it in the essence liquid, Ang performed the ritual and obtained a new fruit. He hollowed out the fruit and got over a thousand seeds.

He casually threw the useless fruit to the side, but before it hit the ground, a "horse" appeared ghost-like in front of the fruit, snatching it and running off.

"Kuabada, give me some!" Luther, who was a step behind, shouted and chased after it.

When he caught up with Lightning, he saw it had already bitten off half the fruit and was spitting on the other half.

"Kuabada, Lord Nigris, come, let's saw off this horse's horn together, I'm so angry." In less than an afternoon, Lightning had successfully infuriated the Sword Saint. If there were a skill called "hate pull," this horse would definitely be max level.

...

Three days later, Silver, carrying a new general store box, arrived at the Greenleaf City, at the border between human and elven territories.

Due to the elves' unusual activity, a temporary town had spontaneously formed in just a few days. Various buildings and tents sprang up like mushrooms after rain, filled with merchants, mercenaries, assassins, spies, slave traders, and information brokers.

The elves were pleased with this chaos, as it prevented humans from uniting and speaking with one voice. The elves even stationed guards at the town entrance, offering rewards for any information provided and verified.

However, this led to the town entrance being crowded every day. The elves were so beautiful that people came just to feast their eyes, regardless of whether they had information.

"Excuse me, please let me through, let me pass." Silver struggled to move through the crowd, unable to push past the old perverts in front of him.

"Get lost, what are you pushing for, you dead goblin. Can you even see the elves? You can't reach them anyway." The person in front, annoyed by the pushing, cursed and shoved him.

"I need to pass, I need to find the elves, I have good news." Silver pushed hard, trying to get through.

No one believed him: "Miserly goblin merchant, when did you start selling information?"

"Don't waste your time. The number of goblins thrown out these days is countless. The elves only want information about the World Tree. Don't waste your effort."

Well, he didn't get through and was pushed out. He felt something was wrong and reached into his pocket. Good grief, his money bag was gone.

"Damn thieves." Silver gritted his teeth, never expecting to come to Greenleaf City, not be killed or captured, but be blocked by a bunch of old perverts and lose his money bag.

Fortunately, the general store box was in his arms, secured with an anti-theft strap, so the damned thieves couldn't get it.

Finding a secluded corner, he opened the general store, took out a sphere, and returned to the town entrance, throwing it into the crowd of old perverts. The sphere burst, releasing a powder that covered the people.

"It itches, it itches, #&￥#（@ it itches." The crowd screamed and scattered.

"Itch to death, spit." After the powder dissipated, Silver calmly walked to the elves' tent: "Hello, I want to see the Queen of the Elves. I have information about the World Tree."

The lead elf looked at him and said, "We don't buy things."

Indeed, many greedy goblins had come to sell various products, disrupting their work. The elves found many of the goblin's items quite appealing.

"I have information about the World Tree."

"Lying will get you hung on a tree, and you might die." The elf threatened. At the beginning, some bold individuals used false information to deceive others, but after a few were hanged, no one dared to do it anymore.

"I have information about the World Tree."

No matter what the elf asked, Silver firmly repeated the same sentence. Eventually, he was taken to Greenleaf City.

"I have information about the World Tree, I want to see the Queen. I won't speak unless I see her."

"I have information about the World Tree, I want to see the Queen. You can't make the decision."

"I have information about the World Tree, I want to see the Queen. If it's false, hang me."

In his persistence, an elf priest used magic to scan his forehead, allowing him to meet with Galad.

"I hope the information you bring is worth my time." Galad said seriously.

Some bold individuals had used various methods to deceive and bluff to meet Galad, even risking death. Facing such fanatics, Galad was a bit scared, hoping this goblin wasn't one of them.

But Silver closed his eyes and loudly said, "Your Majesty, if I bring information about the World Tree, what can I get? No, what can my master get?"

"Your master? Who is it?" Galad asked. Silver's act of closing his eyes added a bit of goodwill, at least showing that this goblin had no impure motives.

"I can't tell you now." Silver loudly responded.

Galad pondered for a moment and slowly said, "If your master is not evil, he will gain the friendship of the elves."

"Uh, Your Majesty, I don't understand. What is the friendship of the elves? A discount when buying things?" Silver deliberately used a light tone when saying "discount," a negotiation technique to make the other party feel his disdain for the "offer."

Elven friendship? Can it be eaten? In business, the most annoying thing is such vague returns. What if their friendship is just a few meals?

Galad, clearly not as cunning as the goblin, said a bit angrily, "Gaining the friendship of the elves means that anyone who dares to be their enemy is also the enemy of the elves. He and his descendants will be protected by the elves, and no one can harm them, even if they are killed and their clan destroyed, the elves will not betray their friendship."

Silver's eyes widened in shock. Kuabada, this is the kind of "friendship" that won't be betrayed even if one is killed and their clan destroyed. This promise is too serious.

But Silver didn't lose his head and asked, "What is 'evil'? Defined by you, humans, or the Church of Light?"

"Of course, it is defined by the World Tree." Galad said matter-of-factly.

"Very well, please swear by the name of the World Tree, Your Majesty."

For the information about the World Tree, Galad swore by the name of the World Tree. The World Tree is the god of the elves, and this is a divine oath with absolute binding power.

Silver finally breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his boldness, having a vial of essence liquid to turn a Light Servant and a sapling to bluff the Queen of the Elves, his heart was pounding throughout the process.

"I don't have information about the World Tree..."

"You! Scoundrel!" Nearby elven guards angrily drew their swords, ready to cut the goblin who had mocked their queen to pieces.

Silver's face turned pale, and he quickly said, "I brought the World Tree sapling, the sapling."

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