Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 23 Death Hound Alphonse
"Keep the bones intact, if necessary, you can try to suture. Next, you need to prepare a five-petaled nightshade. Most of the nightshade has four petals, and it grows into a five-petaled nightshade, which means It contains the fifth element, spirit. It is said to be the flower of love planted by the goddess of death herself, and sects that worshiped the god of death in the past carried this nightshade to show their respect. It is the only material we need for our rituals."

Mr. Dragon took out a five-petal night eggplant as an example, it was more coquettish than Lyle had ever seen, with an unusual bright purple, "Put the flower in the mouth of the corpse, or the inside of the skull, as a connection. citation effect."

"Next, it's a spell..." Mr. Dragon read out a small piece of text as if he were singing. It was indecipherable. It was a bit like a mixed variant of ancient Egyptian and ancient Latin, and there was a restlessness in his words.If you are a bystander, listening to such language, you will only have one feeling, that is, evil.

"Today is a practice class, so I need a student to demonstrate. Now, I will teach you to practice the pronunciation of Emo..."

Mr. Julong began to explain the pronunciation details of the Emo language, as well as some tips, which is not difficult. For Lyle, who can speak Chinese, it is much easier to learn a short foreign language.

After 10 minutes, Lyle was the first to qualify.

"Excellent, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, you are not as skilled as a beginner! I am sure that you will perform an excellent corpse recovery spell for everyone."

Not daring to obey, Lyle set his eyes on the dog's corpse on the table.

"I have prepared the materials for you, staff, you can use mine first, he is absolutely obedient."

Mr. Julong placed the five-petal night eggplant on the table, and took out a short staff less than one meter from the bag.

This is very different from the staff that Lyle imagined, which seems not to be unacceptable.

The staff is white, slender and clean, like an ivory material, with a palm-sized sapphire inlaid at the end of the staff.

Lyle originally thought that the staff would be connected by joints, with a skull on the top, and there may be many shaman staffs decorated with curious decorations.

Fortunately not. "Your staff is beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my thigh bone, polished."

Is it still a human bone? He took the staff with resentment, and the beautiful appearance relieved the rejection in his heart a lot.

The bone stick is not heavy, and it is even a little soft to the touch. It is special and definitely not a simple stick. Even through the gloves, Lyle can still feel a warm feeling. He feels that there is something in his head. Perception extends into the surrounding air like tentacles, and touches some magic power that is invisible to the naked eye.

Stuff the nightshade into the puppy's skull, and you can see the purple petals through the hole in the eye.

Hovering the bone staff over the puppy's skull, Lyle saw that there were shadows clinging to the bones following his will.

Then sing the mantra.

A trace of coolness came from his mind and flowed along his body, neck, body, arms, palms, phalanx, staff, and reached the bones on the table.

Bang!Similar to the sound of a wine bottle cap opening.

The nightgarden was ignited by flames.

Light blue rootless fire.

The flames devoured the flowers, and tongues of fire began to lick at the bones.

Crunching, with such a sound, the puppy's limbs began to move, and finally supported itself to stand up. Finally, the flames merged into two strands in the eye sockets, becoming the eyes of this undead dog.

The Necromancer turned, turned his body towards Lyle, and watched calmly.

Lyle could feel the connection between himself and the Necromancer, and he might be able to control him.

"Should I bark?"

The dog speaks.

The high-pitched voice echoed in the silent room, surrounded by pairs of eyes staring at it silently.

"You succeeded, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, it's incredible. I'm even ready to comfort you. You are more talented than I thought. You know, you can succeed with one spell casting. This is definitely a good start to your mysterious career. And You were lucky enough to wake up a puppy with enough will."

No, I don't think it's a dog, which dog can talk.

"But, sir, the dog has spoken."

"Of course, because it was awakened by Mr. Epidemic Doctor, of course there is a part of your consciousness, so speaking is just his instinct."

"So it is." The undead dog completed the answer and began to shake its skull on its own.

"Oh, he seems to have a strong sense of self." Mr. Dragon is full of curiosity, and he must have joy and anticipation in his heart.

"I started to wonder about the puppy's predecessor, which had a very rich life before."

"Hello, puppy, can you tell me your name? That's what your previous owner called you."

"Of course, I am the death hound of Lordaeron Prince Arthas, Alphonse."

Lyle's hands trembled.

You lie, you are bullying them not to play World of Warcraft, this is a lie.

Lyle was convinced that there must be some wonderful mysterious reaction between the soul of his traverser and the corpse resurrection spell.

The bones that were resurrected by themselves will make up their own stories based on their previous experiences.

Bad thing.

It greatly increases the possibility of the traverser revealing his identity, and he has to quickly control it to shut up.

"Prince Arthas of Lordaeron? I don't seem to have heard the name..."

"Of course, it's a continent quite far away from here, so far away that you don't even know it. We call it the world of Azeroth."

"Ah, an unknown new continent."

Unable to control!The undead I resurrected defected from the beginning!So what is my connection with him?
Lyle started using that connection in his head.

The line of sight was enlarged, and Lyle saw Mr. Dragon who was approaching, as well as his thin skeleton, watching his skeleton open and close, and began to tell the story of Azeroth.

He entered the body of the undead dog.

Here you are, master.

Another voice came out of his head, the same as the Necromancer's.

As soon as I finished the story, I shut up.

Lyle can communicate with it.

no!Shut up now, stop talking!
Don't be like this, it's just telling a story and fooling people, just take it easy.

The dog seems to be an optimist who doesn't take it too seriously, turning a blind eye to Lyle's emphasis.

Lyle is determined, it can be communicated, it can be substituted, and it is not controllable.

Lyle does not have enough verbal ability to reverse the actions of the dead, nor the ability to threaten this dead dog who just wants to talk.

Forget it.

Whatever you want, Alphonse.

Thanks to the master for being so righteous.

Lyle didn't stay in Alphonse's body much, and his consciousness returned to his own body, becoming an unknown bystander.

"My former master, Arthas, used to be a paladin, but conspiracies and plagues overwhelmed his country and changed him. In order to clear the demons, he raised the magic sword Frostmourne, only to be killed instead. Twisted into the evil death knight, he returned to the country, killed his father, and finally became the king of the snowy Northrend, the master of the undead Scourge, the Lich King. Spreading pain and plague throughout the world …”

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"What about his end?"

"I was defeated by a group of warriors and the power of the Holy Light, and entered the real eternal sleep. Before my eyes, there was darkness."

Mr. Dragon couldn't help applauding, "This is a very good story, thank you very much, Mr. Alphonse, the story you brought has a certain educational significance. Classmates, as Alphonse said It turns out that only low-key development is the right way out, not like the Lich King, going outside to stir up right and wrong, spreading resentment and fear is not a good way out, everyone must understand their true thoughts, understand your heart desire."

"Thanks again for your story, Mr. Alphonse."

Mr. Dragon even led his classmates to applaud the undead dog.

Lyle followed the crowd and slapped the dog with his mouth full of trains.

"You're welcome, by the way, if it's okay, then I'll go down. It seems that the magic power is not enough, and the body can't hold it anymore. Well, I'm hanging up, goodbye."

Alphonse lay on the table, the flames in his pupils gradually extinguished.

(End of this chapter)