Arcane Linguist

Chapter 352 Wild Mage Xirem
  While mobilizing his power, Roland was not idle, but began to prepare "operations".

He filled in the various factors as known conditions into the spell, and then communicated with the world through a series of complex inductions and calculations, obtaining information from the feedback of the mana resonance.

But just one body is like too few known numbers to solve a complex equation.

He decided to use the ninth-level spell he had just obtained to assist in solving the problem.

Since an object was used as the medium this time and it was not possible to fully mobilize the earth veins at a fixed location, he chose to mix developing dust, mana crystals, and some locally produced water, soil, wood and other objects as casting materials.

After careful preparation, he chanted the incantation.

"~~~......"

White light appeared in the ripples like water waves.

A three-dimensional projection-like illusion appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

The dead gray wolf seemed to come to life again, and rushed towards Michus and Wolft.

But the scene flashed quickly, and the image flashed back to a scene where it was staggering and wandering in the forest, surrounded by other human or animal zombies.

Keep rewinding...

could not find it.

Keep rewinding...

After several patient searches, nothing was found, and the existence time of this zombie wolf has been pushed back to half a year ago.

Just when Roland felt that his eyes were beginning to hurt, and he felt dry from overuse, finally, a figure flashed past.

Then it went back to the time when the gray wolf was still a normal creature.

Roland quickly changed the way the spell worked and started playing forward.

He saw a mysterious figure in black robes, his whole body covered in a hazy mist like gray smoke, killing the gray wolf and casting a spell to transform it into an undead creature.

"Retrospective vision" is a prophecy spell. Although the name contains the word "vision", its principle is related to emotion and will.

The intensity of the emotional will determines the reaction of the Mana resonance.

The hazy mist represented the resistance of the mysterious figure. He didn't really want others to know his true identity, so Roland couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

But the surrounding forests, land, and gray wolves have a weak will to resist, and are inevitably recorded by the Mana resonance.

These can provide effective clues.

Roland saw the mountains in the distance through the gray wolf's perspective. It was dusk, and there was a ray of setting sun hanging in the sky.

The intelligence and perception far beyond ordinary people allowed him to memorize this scene, and he instantly knew the approximate data as if he were measuring it with a tool.

Based on the angle of light and the length of the shadows of the trees, he speculated that the approximate time of this scene should be one day in early spring, around [-]:[-] pm.

"Atali, help me contact the meteorological department in Larus Territory and retrieve the records of all sunny days in the forest west of White Pine Town since spring."

Roland took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyes, and spoke to Atali, the protector next to him, with a hint of exhaustion.

Immediately he meditated again and immersed his mind in the confidential database of the magic network data layer.

Terrain exploration is the responsibility of the intelligence agency under the Mage Legion. As an alternate member, he is qualified to retrieve secrets below the first level. Therefore, a three-dimensional map like a sand table model soon appeared in his mind.

Roland mentally calculated many parameters, gradually locked in several possible incident locations, and then cast another unique spell of his sect.

"Oracle Bone Divination"!
  "Yes or no?"

"Yes!"

Oracle bone divination is good at this dualistic judgment of success or failure and right and wrong.

After finding other clues and being [-]-[-]% sure, this little spell became the last piece of the puzzle.

This made Roland confirm that the location of the incident was within his guess.

Needless to say, immediately join the "Operations Research" technique and become a new data element.

In fact, at this point, Roland can rely on his good intelligence attributes to make forced calculations, but he is not too willing to solve the spell forcibly, because it is time-consuming and laborious, and he may also come up with a false answer with a large deviation, which will put himself at risk. All misleading.

He waited until Atali followed her instructions and fetched the information from the meteorological department, checked the local weather records, and added a more specific time period before he started to make calculations with his fingers.

……

Whizzing!

The wind howled and figures pierced the sky.

With the blessing of "Flying", several battle mages who set out from White Pine Town arrived above a woodland deep in the forest to the west.

"It should be right here, the place designated by Mr. Roland...

You go get the soil over there, and then look for water nearby. "

"Yes!"

As the team members dispersed, the leader of this group of battle mages slowly descended to a high hillside, holding a long staff on guard.

It's quiet everywhere here, and it feels a bit eerie in broad daylight.

I didn't feel anything was wrong when I was passing by in the sky, but when I landed, I really noticed something strange.

“It’s too quiet.

Could it be that all the birds and beasts in the nearby forest were transformed into undead monsters by the hidden necromancer? "

After thinking about it, the leader cast a spell on himself to enhance his sense of smell. He stood on the hill and sniffed hard against the wind.

Sure enough, there was a faint smell of corpse in the air.

“It definitely smells like a territory occupied by undead creatures!
  It's a pity that it's so big here that it's hard to search at once. "

He could only wait patiently for the team members to collect what Roland wanted, and then gather nearby to resume their lives.

"Let's go back!"

After a while, the group of battle mages hurried away and soon disappeared into the distant sky.

On the hilltop opposite, in the grass under a mound, eyes as big as copper bells quietly floated up, widening as if they had their own consciousness, staring at the direction they left for a long time.

"Hirem, I told you, don't choose to build a stronghold here!

Now trouble has indeed come to your door! "

In a hidden cave not far away, a middle-aged man complained to another person not far away with some annoyance.

The Hirem in his mouth was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a ferocious face.

It seems that due to long-term experiments and exposure to too much negative energy, Shirem's face shape and appearance have been irreversibly eroded by magic power, showing a typical necromancer face.

It was a rotten face that looked like it had been corroded by green acid, festering and inflamed. What was even more horrifying than an ordinary necromancer was that even Xirem's head seemed to have been cut off by a terrifying blade. Most of it was replaced by Like the transparent shell of a glass jar.

This piece of shell is more than twice as big as a palm, and is directly embedded in the back of the head using a welding process commonly used in witchcraft transformation.

Through the glass, you can directly see that the brain inside is abnormally swollen, and thick tubes like earthworms are connected, leading to multiple walnut-sized sarcomas attached to the other side of the brain.

In Hiram's left eye, there is a wearable eyepiece like a small lens, which faintly emits a green magical aura inside the cave.

"Who knew something like this would happen? The original plan must have been thorough. When we chose to establish a stronghold here more than 10 years ago, that kid didn't know where he was."

Facing the complaints from his companions, Shirem said calmly.

"In short, the risk has increased sharply now..."

The companion walked a few steps inside the cave anxiously, his ghost-like pale face looking even more ugly under the magic light.

"My ghost has no way to get close to those mid-level mages without being discovered, so I can only retreat first.

Fortunately, the mobilization of local militia groups is not difficult to detect, and it is even less likely that those adventurers will be ready in a short time. Perhaps we can also borrow some troops from our mentor..."

Shirem said calmly: "The mentor has more important tasks and will not risk being discovered to help us.

The natural disasters of the undead here can only be initiated by ourselves. "

When the companion heard this, his dead face looked even more ugly.

……

A new day is coming soon.

Where Hiram and his companions were hiding, under a long ladder leading to an underground cave, a rustling sound could be heard.

There were many skeletons and zombies moving in the dim light.

They staggered out from a simple stone platform several meters square and headed deeper into the passage.

Some tall Warcraft zombies can be vaguely seen crouching along the way. They still have a faint aura of magic left on their bodies. Both their stature and power are far superior to those of ordinary undead creatures.

While monitoring the situation below, Shirem took out the notepad he carried with him and took the time to read silently.

After a long time, a slight sound came from the air.

A bat passed through the underground passage, flew directly to his shoulder, and stopped.

Shirem listened intently, seeming to receive some good news worth being happy about. An ugly smile appeared on the strange face that had been eroded by acid.

“Fifteen years…a whole fifteen years!

Finally almost successful! "

He murmured softly and quickly walked through the simple hole dug by the earth spell and came to another large underground space.

There are traces of human-excavated buildings here, and it turns out to be a dilapidated ancient ruins.

But at this moment, this ruin of unknown origin has been occupied by him and his companions, turning it into a place for experimentation.

At the bottom of this large underground space, there is a deep pit visible to the naked eye. The light of the magic torch shines on the bottom of the pit, creating a daunting dark red pool of blood.

The blood flowing in the blood pool seems to be blood injected with special magic medicine, which will last forever and never clot.

Some half-human, half-animal, weird-looking huge corpses were lying inside. There were about a dozen of them.

The mist like smoke was billowing, and as Shirem looked at it, the huge corpses seemed to sense something and moved slightly.

"Sure enough, we are almost successful!"

The ugly smile on Shirem's face got even worse.

But just as he was secretly excited, suddenly, there was a violent vibration from above.

Shirem's expression changed drastically.

"That's...the sound of advanced explosive fire technique?"

……

"Everyone listens to the order, level 5 "Advanced Explosive Flame Technique", 30 wand units, continue the concentrated bombing! "

Outside the cave, at the hidden entrance, the mountain was blasted open by a violent explosion.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a large amount of soil and huge rocks poured down, finally revealing a large hole several meters square.

"It really is here!"

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but look surprised, and then they all turned their attention to Roland, who was not far away.

Roland stood on the hillside holding the civilization stick with both hands. He was neither sad nor happy when he saw this, and he didn't say a word.

The leader of this fighting team turned his head and looked to the side.

"There's someone over there who wants to escape, catch him!"

Several battle mages immediately chased after him, and soon after, a wailing sound was heard in the distance.

Shirem's fellow necromancer was captured.

Roland was prepared this time and brought elite troops from nearby towns.

Although there is only one squadron, it is completely enough to deal with two wild mages.

However, before the battle mages could bring people over, multiple huge monsters emerged from the cave that was opened.

It was more than three meters tall, as strong as a giant yak, but extremely twisted and deformed zombie.

Everyone looked at it and their expressions changed slightly.

"It's really hateful!"

Abomination is the collective name for a famous class of soldiers among the undead.

Sometimes, it is also called the Stitched Corpse Monster. It is made up of the bodies of many zombies and has negative energy that far exceeds that of ordinary undead creatures.

This monster is tall and powerful, and can continuously spread corpse poison and miasma to the outside world, bringing terrible plagues.

Those kingdoms in the low-demon world will easily fall into the undead natural disasters that are constantly contagious when encountering hatred.

Ordinary mortal soldiers, let alone dealing with it, can be regarded as heroes if they can stand within a few meters of it.

Fortunately, the battle mages were experienced and immediately used quagmire, fire wall and other spells to target them.

They used the terrain to prevent the other party from approaching, and then drove away the strong wind, trying to drive away the corpse poison that polluted the surrounding water and soil.

Roland didn't seem to pay much attention to them, and continued to stare at the entrance of the cave.

Sure enough, after a while, a large number of skeletons and zombies came out.

Shirem looked gloomy, holding a spell book in his left hand and a skeleton staff in his right hand, slowly following behind.

The huge sound blessed by "Phantom Sound Technique" resounded in front of everyone.

"Don't even think about...stopping me!"

Boom!

He was answered by several fireballs.

As this figure disappeared, a large number of skeletons, zombies, and even half of the abominations disappeared.

It turns out to be a false clone created by a phantom.

"This cunning guy must have escaped through another exit!
  Fortunately, Mr. Roland was well prepared and had expected such a move...

Everyone, listen to my order, clear the entrance of the cave, and attack from here! "

The leader of the team gave an order and immediately led people down the ramp next to them and slowly attacked the entrance of the cave.

Roland, Gang Kidd, Atali and others remained where they were, all alone, as if they had been left behind.

Soon after, a gust of wind blew, and these figures dispersed like smoke.

……

More than half an hour later, on the other side, at the exit of a certain valley.

Shirem stopped with a gloomy expression.

In front of him, Roland and others appeared.

"Mr. Hiram, a 01 graduate of Helanus College and a tenth-year apprentice, we have been waiting here for a long time."

(End of this chapter)