A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Abominations were powerful and evil undead creatures.

The birth of every abomination was filled with pain and anti-human nature. They were terrible, deformed creations, the true reflection of human fear.

Each of the Abominations had a completely different appearance.

The one that appeared in front of Matthew had seven heads, six of which surrounded the largest one in the middle. If one looked from a distance, one might mistake the six heads on its neck for necklaces.

His limbs were bound by multiple human thighs or calves, and there was a bloody mouth on his stomach that was emitting yellow smoke. It was filled with jagged fangs, and a hand would pop out from time to time. Perhaps because it had been in the Abomination’s abdominal cavity for a long time, that hand had an unhealthy colloid state and looked extremely smooth. The thing that characterized the Abominations was the suturing on their bodies.

No matter how disgusted he was with this anti-human creation, Matthew had to admit that the necromancer who created this abomination was brilliant.

Their Tailoring level must be above the Master level!

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to suture such a perfect wound.

Matthew looked around for a long time, but he couldn’t find the end of the suture!

Other than that.

Other than the mouth on its stomach that was constantly spewing sulfur, there was no pus flowing out of the other parts of its body, nor was there any stench leaking out.

This was almost a perfect Abomination!

“Other than the dead bodies of Jangos… Oh, and Nagas?”

When he got closer, Matthew noticed that there was a big snake tail behind his butt. It was sewn from the lower body of three Nagas, and it looked a little like a braid.

This Abomination actually had a tail!

What kind of heaven-defying aesthetic was this?

Matthew could not help but doubt the mental state of the necromancer named Dania.

But he quickly dismissed these messy thoughts in his mind.

The appearance of Abomination was crucial to Matthew. It was both an opportunity and a challenge.

First, although the Night of the Undead was the simplest way to advance, there was no requirement for the necromancer and the undead to do anything that night.

However, if there were a high-level undead overseeing the ritual, Matthew would have a chance to obtain a large amount of negative energy affinity.

His affinity with negative energy had never been high, so he often needed to borrow the power of the negative energy stone. This was an excellent compensation plan.

Secondly, if he could get along well with this Abomination, he would have a very comfortable night

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was common among the Undead.

No one would offend a Necromancer who was protected by Abomination.

Not even that perverted zombie that had just been chased away.

So when the Abomination comes near.

Matthew couldn’t wait to get up and welcome him.

“Good evening, Mr. Abomination.”

The Abomination did not seem to be fully awake. Facing Matthew’s solicitous attention, it only snorted heavily.

His gaze drifted to the small objects on the ground.

Matthew didn’t say anything else. He quickly took out a small demon’s head from his Magic Backpack and offered it with both hands.

“Those low-grade goods are not worthy of you. I have specially prepared high-grade goods for a noble lord like you.” Abomination’s big head had yet to react. The little heads below praised, “This necromancer is a bootlicker!”

“He’s afraid that we’ll eat him!”

“I like his attitude. If only he bent down a little more when he bowed, I would be able to see his…”

Pa!

The Abomination angrily slapped its little head with its right hand.”

“Stop it. My head is buzzing!”

As he spoke.

He unceremoniously took the little demon’s head from Matthew’s hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of chewing could be heard, and the bloody mouth stopped spewing sulfur.

“I also want that!”

Abomination walked to the side of the stall and poked down with his thick finger. It was unknown which one he was pointing at.

“You can take whatever you want.”

Matthew’s face was full of flattery, as if he had become a waiter for the undead.

The most interesting thing about the Night of the Undead was that the necromancers, who usually ordered the undead around, were forced to accept the role of the undead on this night.

Many necromancers found it hard to let go of their arrogance. They were unable to compromise with their slaves, which eventually led to their failure to advance.

Matthew, on the other hand, did not have this burden at all. He was very patient to begin with. When he was really unhappy, he simply imagined that the undeads were all Peggy.

In this way, no matter how much suffering he suffered, he would just grit his teeth and endure it.

The Abomination was picking and choosing from the stalls while the other Undead remained motionless.

After a while, he picked a lucky rabbit’s foot, two sections of a grey wolf’s cecum, and a bat’s tooth. “I want all of these!” said Abomination gruffly.

Matthew nodded and bowed.

“Absolutely, Mr. Abomination.”

The face in the middle looked satisfied. Just as he was about to find a comfortable place to lie down, a small head on his neck suddenly interrupted, “That necromancer said that each person could only take one item. It’s against the rules if you take more.”

Abomination looked at Matthew suspiciously. “Is that so?”

Matthew nodded. “There is indeed such a rule, but it doesn’t apply to you..”