This is so weird. In his own "world", there are corners that he cannot control?

Wutong, who didn't understand, then threw Salas and Sophie in. What's amazing is that after Salas entered the origin world of Wutong, she happily flew around the Origin Tree for a few times, and then a trace of wind element energy emanated from her body, forming a gentle breeze in the origin space, gently blowing the leaves of the Origin Tree!

But this breeze was too weak, and it could only make the leaves of the Origin Tree fluctuate slightly, but it could not allow the branches to sway at all. Even so, it added a fresh vitality to the Origin Space, and a small world became more and more agile.

Sophie thrived a trace of water element energy, which turned into a drizzle under the breeze, fell on the leaves of the Origin Tree, and then slid from the leaves to the ground, and finally gathered under the roots of the tree, forming a hair-like stream, windingly flowing into the distance.

The ground, covered by the dense canopy of the Original Tree, originally showed a vain color like the mist-like substance around the space. Only a small piece of ground lying under the tree roots grew green grass, but with the raindrops splashing on the ground, the earth turned green!

The delicate emerald green gradually spread on the ground, and the grass spread slowly but steadily in all directions. Every time the green climbs, the misty substance dissipates, and the space expands. The colorful flowers emerge on the grass, adding three points of beauty and beauty to this small world.

Looking at the breeze, the wolf running and the porpoise suddenly rolling around in the light rain, the dragon eagle, the young dragon, the paradise bird and the pseudo-dragon chased the breeze in the air, the drizzle happily playing. And the fiery red bird with the old god on the highest branch on the Origin Tree, the sycamore suddenly realized something!

With a wave of his hand, [Lord of Skeleton] Agu appeared in the original world with ten [Dark Flame Fear Knights]. A large group of skeleton sabers also appeared around them, a vibrant environment, and drifted in the golden "sun" light. The sun rain full of life power did not cause any harm to them. The group of undead creatures did not show any discomfort. Instead, they gradually became a little confused from their original lifelessness, and then wandered around unconsciously, as if they were full of doubts about this new world. This is a sign of the revival of the self-consciousness of these unintelligent undead spirits.

The skeleton sabers and the fear knights were inseparable from this vibrant world. They instinctively gathered towards the place covered by the dark silver shadows under the roots of the Origin Tree, and then stayed in this area that could not be covered by the grass and seemed a little dim.

The [Lord of Skeleton] Agu, who had the strongest self-awareness, also stepped on this "Dead Zone". It looked around and paused for a moment. It transformed into the [Lord of the Bone], [Lord of the Fear of the Flame], [Lord of the Fear of the Frost], and the ground of the "Lord of the Frost" left behind flowers-like flame footprints under their tramplings, with white frost dots, and the [Lord of the Frost] emitted a thick gray mist. This area was soon covered.

Who else?

[Temu'ao statue] Ah Dai? Throw it in!

Twelve mechanical puppets in [construction rings]? Throw in!

Without orders, Ah Dai would just move impatiently, walking slowly and heavy steps, wandering on the earth. Unfortunately, its weak earth element soul is not enough to cause changes in the original world, but from the point of its automatic wandering, perhaps the environment of the original world will gradually grow.

After the twelve mechanical puppets were summoned into the original world, they did not react at all. The original dull core crystals on their heads gradually lit up a faint light.

Four followers? Can't throw them in...

Transformed Spider Wood? Can't throw it in...

Zhara, the shapeshift monster? Can't throw it in...

It seems that Gao Zhi's individual cannot enter the original space. Wutong's eyes finally fell on the [Flame Bag] on his waist. With a thought, the flame phantom of [Fire Elemental Elf] Saramanda appeared, and a flash appeared in the original space. The falling light rain splashed steam on the blurred human form formed by the flame phantom.

Salamanda's body suddenly shattered into tiny Mars flying all over the sky, blending into the wind, rain, land, space, and even the Original Tree. The climate in the Original Space suddenly became warmer. The originally gentle breeze turned into the rising heating flow and rose into the air to form clouds, but I don't know what was missing, and the gradually thickened black clouds rolled.

The fiery red bird, who had thrown so many creatures in, had no reaction, finally made a move. It seemed that the strong fire element energy dispersed from Sara Manda alarmed it, flapping its wings and flying on the tree crown, making a crisp and pleasant chirping.

It was not harsh, but the high-pitched and crisp whistle that penetrated the golden cracked stone split the world like a sharp blade. There was a loud bang in the clouds, and a thunderous thunder smashed down, slamming heavily on the Origin Tree!

Wutong was shocked, afraid that something would happen to the Origin Tree. However, the thunder containing the power to destroy the world did not cause any harm to the Origin Tree. Instead, the Origin Tree seemed to be moistened by spring rain, shaking its branches and leaves, making a "rustling" sound like waves.

Thunder and lightning are the catalyst of life. A thunder filled with infinite power fell down, as if a certain shackle had exploded. Countless little creatures were born, singing happily in the grass and in the soil.

A thick totem like a jade pillar that holds the sky fell straight from the air out of nothing, and smashed into the soil under the Origin Tree. Then twelve slightly smaller totem poles also fell one after another, surrounding the main totem poles. The lingering purple thunder wandered between the totem poles like thunder dragons and lightning snakes, emitting endless majesty.

Isn’t this the thunder totem array in the Earth Spirit Hall?

Wutong remembered that in order to open the secret passage of the temple dungeon, he jumped to the totem pole and injected electric elements, and the thirteen totem poles of the twelve masters broke and disappeared. How could it suddenly appear in his original world?

I was originally planning to bring my consciousness over to take a look. But before he could get closer, all kinds of lights suddenly appeared in the original world. He bounced out his consciousness suddenly, and the original world suddenly shrank, condensed into a small dot, sinking into the depths of his spiritual level.

Wutong, who woke up, was stunned and used her consciousness to explore the original world, but she could not enter. However, she could clearly feel the powerful life force that was radiating from the original world in his spiritual level. It was like a heart, beating slowly and emitting waves, as if it was nurturing something, and it seemed to be turning into a pupa, hatching something magical life.

Wutong, who knew nothing about this situation, could only consult Master Sandri. After pressing his finger bones on Wutong's eyebrows for a while, the master shook his head: "I can't explain, your origin is far beyond my cognition..."

Wutong was disappointed and said nervously: "What should I do if my animal companions, element companions, and contracted creatures?"

"Don't worry, this state should be temporary. If you sense it with your heart, you should be able to sense their existence. If you summon them, they will appear in front of you."

Master Sandry discovered that Wutong was planning to immediately try to summon the animal companions, and quickly stopped him: "I suggest you don't disturb them at this time. The current situation of your origin may be an opportunity for them."

Wutong was stunned: "But we are going to carry out the trial mission soon? Without their help..."

"Children, think about it, is it your trial or their trial?"

Master Sandri stood up with his rotten wooden stick and said meaningfully: "You are a mage, not a summoner, aren't you?"

"Well..."

Wutong was speechless, that's right, but this is the Endless Island, and even a fly wished it was of level 4. Without their help, even if he was a part-time druid mage who was a nine-level Qi Xiu, could he resist it?

"Don't worry, during this time, members of our [Sadk] Claw Druid Order will follow you."

Master Sandri slightly calmed Wutong's anxiety. For them, the second-level rookies, the Endless Island was indeed a little too dangerous, which was far beyond the level of the chief trial.

"It seems that our former son of nature, now the son of death, is ready."

The blue soul fire that had lost its greenness in Master Sandry's eyes fluctuated. The undead druids walking around in the camp were obviously more familiar with their current state than they were at the beginning.

"Before setting out to find the missing Miluya Silver Frost Druid, do you want to hear the questions I have been thinking about these three days?"

Master Sandri turned around with interest and looked at Wutong following him. During the three days when Wutong was familiar with his origin, the master not only taught Yao Tengying, but also stayed in the house to think about the problem, and obviously had a preliminary answer.

"Three days ago, when I just recovered from death, I was very confused for a moment. My heart was full of hatred for this world, my thoughts were full of hatred for living creatures, and I almost lost in the boundless crazy murderous intent... Fortunately, the last remaining trace of natural heart kept me rational."

After pondering for a while, Master Sandri looked at Wutong: "I can't understand why we, who were the sons of nature, became immortal undead, but we are different from the real undead, and will not be controlled and driven by hatred and resentment to destroy this vibrant world. Apart from being unable to use the power of nature, I think I am no different from before."

Wutong quietly listened to the respected druid master full of confused questions: "This state of chaos makes me unable to determine whether we should stand on the side of the dead or on the side of the living beings. When I found that the undead around you actually had a very similar state to us, I once thought that we would become like this, and maybe it has something to do with you. Can you tell me why this is?"

Tickling his head. Wutong didn't know why the three Agu sisters, the fear knights, and even the summoned skeletons were a little different from ordinary undeads. She lacked a bit of tyranny and hatred for living creatures. I don't know if it was related to the abyss consciousness lurking in his body and the divine consciousness behind the darkness, so he could not answer the master's questions at all.

He opened his mouth. Wutong was about to say something, but suddenly a thought flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, then looked at Master Sandri and said with a slight excitement: "Master, have you heard of the legend of [Free Confederacy: Eden Paratu]?"

Master Sandri, who was somewhat surprised, nodded: "A very nonsense fantasy world."

"Is it nonsense? I don't think so!"

Wutong said excitedly: "Look, I have undead creatures around me, succubus from the devil clan, and desire demons from the devil clan, but I don't think that being their master is evil. So according to your opinion, what camp should I belong to?"

Master Sandri was stunned, opened his jawbone, and his teeth made a few light "knocking" sounds, but he didn't say anything. The fluctuations of thoughts conveyed seemed a little confused. It's really hard to judge what camp Wutong belongs to. However, the mage who can summon the dead and the devil to serve him should be considered a [chaotic] ​​camp, right?

"In the eyes of the world, the necromancers of the [necromancer] seem to be evil guys. They drive corpses and skeletons. Look. I also drive corpses and skeletons to serve myself. Do you think I am an evil guy?"

Wutong became more and more excited as she spoke: "Take the Kingdom of Cannas on the Continent of Covare. For other countries, this country is a country full of undead creatures, and the whole country is full of invasion. It should be extremely evil, right? But for the people of the Kingdom of Cannas? Dead relatives lie coldly on the ground and can only remember the sadness of a cold tombstone. Is it true that the deceased relatives recovered in the form of a dead soul, and continued to "live" by their side, and continue to protect and take care of their relatives in tireless form. Is this evil?"

Master Sandri was so questioned by Wutong that he could not speak out. The soul fire in his eyes fluctuated violently. After all, what Wutong said now was too far from the education and worldview he received when he was a son of nature.

Is it evil to harass the dead body? Of course it is evil. No one wants to be poached and enslaved after he dies. But what if the deceased voluntarily? How do you know that the deceased is unwilling to continue to accompany his relatives in the form of a dead soul?

Putting aside the established secular concepts of the kingdoms, the people of the Kannas Kingdom are probably the happiest group of people living on the mainland, and the only kingdom without poverty. The common people may not be rich, but they are not worried about having no food to eat and no house to live in, because their ancestors of all generations are still taking care of them in the form of undead.

Although only retaining the weakest self-awareness, the undead creatures in the Kingdom of Kannas will never be full of hatred and murderous intentions towards living beings like the necromancers in other countries. Even those living beings are just civilians who know nothing, and do not master even a little necromancer spell. However, the blood connection allows them to command the undead who were their relatives through words, obey their instructions without any resistance, and coexist under the same roof.

Is this behavior evil for young people to have a support and for the elderly to have a support? Is it evil for the people of Kannas to think so?

The undead is evil, it is just a matter of social concepts!

Of course, perhaps the purpose of the Kannas royal family, which was originally issued to the people to recover the undead, was not simple, but it has to be said that the current form of the coexistence of creatures and undead in the Kannas Kingdom not only brought them strong national strength, huge combat power, and cheap labor, but also gave their people some alternative hope!

The Kannas never feared death, because to them, death was just a different way of living.

"So I just want to...I just want to..."

Wutong was so excited that she stuttered a little, waving her arms to strengthen her tone: "Why not build a place like the Kingdom of Kannas, which does not discriminate against any species and does not hate? Just like the legendary [Free Confederacy: Eden Paratu], whether it is the evil devil, demon, necromancer, orc, barbarian... etc. Uncivilized races, why don't we be like the legendary ones, be a pure succubus, kind drow, kind lich, gentle dragon. The honest devil, the timid demon, the honest goblin, the enthusiastic orc, the simple barbarian, the kind necromancer?"

"But what you said, their nature..."

Master Sandri was a little unacceptable, but he faintly felt a little longing for the picture described by Wutong. As the former son of nature, he has now become a dead soul. The two are naturally opposed, and the impact is too great.

"By nature is evil? Who thinks they are evil? Are the others?"

Wutong's eyes were lit: "Of course, I don't mean that all 'evil creatures' can become kind and good people as we expected, but it cannot rule out that there are very few 'evil creatures' who want to be a 'good person'? There was no before. It's because no one can understand them and there is no place to accept them. What is evil? What is kind? As long as they are willing, why can't they become a 'good' evil creature?"

"It's like you, although you are a bit offensive, you are also a necromancer now, right?"

Wutong pointed to the ribs on Master Sandri's chest: "What do you plan to do in the future? Because it violated its former beliefs, it became an "evil" necro creature. So do you want to end your life and return to the dust? But why? Do you think you are "evil"? Are you planning to massacre those creatures without reason?"

Master Sandri was fainted by Wutong, and he shook his head subconsciously, and Wutong said excitedly: "You don't plan to slaughter creatures, but if a 'just' paladin discovered you and planned to destroy you, the 'evil' necro creature, what are you going to do? Protect yourself? Or send it to him without hesitation and let him kill it?"

Master Sandry suddenly felt very mad... Uh, very confused! Yes, what should he do if he encounters this situation? Should he kill the Paladin to protect himself, or not fight back and let the Paladin kill him?

"Nah! Look? If you don't fight back, you, a son of nature who has never done anything bad, but accidentally became the undead, will be destroyed by the Paladin as an evil undead. Are you willing? But if you fight back, you will confirm your identity as an "evil undead", and will only sink deeper and deeper on the evil road. At that time, it will attract more and more "just people" to destroy you! Right?"

Wutong was satisfied with seeing Master Sandri being fooled by him: "If there was a place that could accept a kind necromancer like you at this time, would you be willing to go? There is no discrimination, no prejudice, and no hostility, everyone live happily together?"

Although only bones were left, Master Sandry couldn't help but feel dry mouth. If there was really such a place... it would seem good!?

Originally, because he became the identity of the undead, Master Sandry and other undead druids have been in pain and confusion these days, and they don’t know what to do, but Wutong’s words were projected in front of them like a ray of dawn, guiding them a golden avenue.

"I have a territory that is not small in size, I have a viscount status that is not low, I have a strong city, I have a huge skeleton legion, I have a huge number of partners who do not discriminate against the undead..."

Wutong said firmly: "I have these conditions, so why don't I build a real [Eden Palatu]?"

To be honest, since entering the game "Endless", Wutong has never had such a clear goal, but has been playing the "game" in a daze. However, as he gained more and more knowledge of the world of "Endless", Wutong felt that this world that exists in the "dream" is as real as reality, and it can no longer be real.

In reality, because of his physical condition, he can do nothing and has never had ideals and goals. Since he can't do it in reality, why not do something in this world as real as reality?

Wutong decided that he would build a free country like a fairy tale in "Endless"!

"Master, are you going to build [Eden Palatu] with me?"

Wutong grinned and stretched out an olive branch: "Who said that there cannot be a undead druid sect among the druid sect? Well, I read the name "Palatu Undead Druid sect" as good as I see!"

The master said nothing, but the hot soul fire in his eyes showed that he had already seized the olive branch of Wutong like a robbery. Although he knew how difficult it would be to build such an alternative and non-mainstream country, it would require continuous efforts in the long years to come, but this is not important. Will they still lack time now... Trouble: I made up for the 300-odd yesterday, and I will make up for it when I make up for the time being. (To be continued) rq
Chapter completed!