These magic plants had a very unusual appearance.
They stood a full 1.8 meters tall.
At first glance, they looked like upright skeletons-complete human skeletons, at that, with broad frames. Judging by their appearance, they were probably male skeletons. An eerie white glow radiated from them, steeped in a thick aura of death.
"Why does this skeleton look so fresh..." Kroya felt a little uncomfortable.
Yet at its very top sat a small emerald-green gem, filled with an aura of life completely opposed to the aura of the undead.
It looked like a dewdrop rolling across a tender green leaf.
"Emerald Skeleton Tree."
"The name doesn't seem all that special. Emerald fruit, skeleton tree."
Somewhat puzzled, Kroya picked up the letter the Baron had given him. It described in detail the circumstances in which the tree had been discovered.
Simply put, one of the Baron's guards had boldly approached it, only to be sucked dry immediately, without even his bones remaining.
The skeleton Kroya now saw on this tree was actually that guard's skeleton-the tree had absorbed his bones as well.
"..."
After reading the letter, Kroya finally understood.
So this skeleton really was fresh. It absorbed human vitality and bones, then bore fruit brimming with life. Honestly, that was very much in keeping with undead magic.
Quite a few undead spells could drain vitality.
Fresh vitality was excellent nourishment for the undead, keeping their bodies and spiritual forms from collapsing. The vast majority of undead needed to absorb it.
"So what use are you?"
"You absorbed the vitality of an entire living person..."
He reached out and plucked the emerald-like fruit, which was no larger than an apple core. Surprisingly, it was not hard in his hand, but soft and springy, like a slime.
But the moment he squeezed