The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 10 Bone Dragon?i already have
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Thanks to the necromancer's good stereotype and Matthew's superb acting skills.

He successfully entered the warlock camp.

But he didn't let his guard down.

From start to finish.

He didn't walk alongside Fern or the big fat man.

He mingled in the center of the skeleton guards.

Follow them all the way.

The big fat man named Angele became more and more disgusted with Matthew.

And Finn didn't say much about it——

On the contrary, this is the performance that a lone necromancer should have.

Evil, mean, cunning, cautious.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

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The mouth of the valley is very narrow.

But the inside of the camp was unexpectedly spacious.

Matthew found some scattered pottery and utensils inside--

These things are obviously not from human hands.

"This used to be the den of a group of lizard monsters."

He seemed to see the doubt in Matthew's eyes.

Finn explained with a warm smile:

"I originally wanted to invite them to join our cause, but their shaman didn't appreciate it, so I had to kill them all."

Matthew lowered his voice:
"It's okay, they have the opportunity to contribute their own strength."

Finn looked at the few short bones in the skeleton soldiers.

There was a bit of approval in his eyes:

"That's true. I've long wanted to find a necromancer to join the group. Unfortunately, the necromancers in Baiyan City are all "chained". They are too gentle, like wolf cubs raised in sheep pens all year round. Even if someone took off the chains for them, what they got was just a dog. "

There was a hint of temptation in Finn's words.

The cunning magician obviously did not let his guard down on Matthew.

Matthew replied disdainfully:

"The "Chain of Human Desire" can't suppress the necromancer's pursuit of the truth, you only see the surface of Baiyan City. "

Fein smiled meaningfully:

"Perhaps, it seems that you know White Rock City better than I do."

Matthew made a mocking snort.

Instead of continuing to entangle on this topic, he chose to take the initiative:
"Who is your suzerain?"

The voice fell.

The big fat man Ange Lie greeted him furiously:
"You are offending the majesty of my lord!"

Matthew refused to budge:

"Oh, as far as I know, there are many swindlers in the outer planes. They are weak and pitiful but pretend to be omnipotent—do you understand me? Finn? You are not the first evil person I know. magician."

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Warlock.

As the name suggests, this is a relatively evil profession.

Warlocks often derive their power from the overlord they serve.

Most of these suzerains are out-of-planet and extremely powerful outer life forms.

They may be the goblins of the arcane wilderness, the great evil spirits of the lower planes, the twilight creations whose bodies are buried in the astral world, or the gods who are sealed under the bridge of all beings.

The power of a warlock depends on how much power its suzerain can project on the plane and how much the latter favors the former.

usually.

It is impossible for the suzerain to make his magician too weak.

There are some exceptions.

Like Matthew just said.

The quality of creatures in the outer planes varies from good to bad, and it is inevitable that there will be a few pretenders among a group of strong men.

Some magicians were deceived by the outer layer creatures, so they didn't gain much power, but paid a lot.

Such examples are not uncommon.

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"You do have some insight."

Finn was still not angry.

He said with a smile:

"It is inconvenient to tell you the name of my lord, but as long as you join my sect, everything you want to know will have the answer."

Not convenient to disclose?

Then you can rule out the 'Void Lord Yukrus' mentioned in the secret letter.

Sometimes a warlock does things that are not pleasing to their overlord.

Rather, it is pleasing whom its suzerain wants to please.

"This shows that the suzerain behind him will not be too high."

Matthew thought quickly.

His outward appearance remained sharp and sarcastic.

He looked around for a week:
"Your order? With all due respect, these people don't look like they can do anything. They don't seem to have faith in the order."

There were about 50 people inside and outside the camp.

This is not a small scale for a team of magicians.

But Matthew observed that these people did not seem to be fanatical cultists.

They look lacklustre.

Finn blinked:

"They are just some helpers I found in a hurry. Some of them are the exiled prisoners I bought from Black Lake Port, and the other part are the bandit gangs I incorporated."

"It's reasonable for you to look down on them, but we always need some characters like this to complete our career."

Matthew snorted, and his disdain became more obvious:

"You'd better show a little sincerity instead of wasting my time here!"

"Alright alright."

Finn spread his hands helplessly:

"I'll take you to meet someone. I'm going to hold a ceremony recently, and she is the most critical part."

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Deep in the valley.

In a tall tent.

Matthew meets Sif.

This is a girl with brown red hair and a pretty face. Her skin is very clean, except for one or two faint freckles on the left side of her nose, which gives people a delicate and naughty feeling.

She was now wrapped in a thick blanket.

Appears unconscious.

"Who is this girl?"

Matthew asked knowingly.

"The only daughter of the Blood Banner family."

Finn raised his head triumphantly:

"You should know what kind of blood runs through her..."

"As long as the ceremony is successful, we can attract the fire from the sky and destroy everything."

Matthew said nothing.

He really didn't know what was so special about the blood of the Blood Banner family.

He tried to insinuate:

"How did you catch her?"

Finn didn't get carried away:

"This is something you can only learn after you join the religious order."

"How is it? Your Excellency, I have shown enough sincerity, but you haven't even told me your name."

Matthew casually said:
"You can call me Roger."

"If I join you, what can I gain?"

Finn nodded:

"It turned out to be Mr. Roger."

"Our task is to awaken the 'natural disaster' through a great ceremony. Every time we succeed, our Lord will send down rewards and secret treasures. As long as you join, you will also have a share of these graces."

"After you break through to the fourth level, my lord may give you a bone dragon."

Bone dragon?

I already have it.

Matthew thought to himself that this magician could draw cakes better than himself.

But on the surface he still showed his heartbeat:

"Then what do I need to do?"

Finn's eyes flickered:

"A little test."

"Since your Excellency can kill Hessen, you must have mastered the "Death Canopy", right? "

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Death canopy.

Necromancer 12th level spell.

The effect is equivalent to a small-scale, weakened version of "Undead Scourge"!
Where the sky of death shrouds.

All living things are quickly drained of life energy.

Then one by one transformed into undead.

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"I can."

Matthew frowned and said:
"But the effect of this spell is not good. Even a disabled person has a chance to escape from the scope of the sky with the will to escape."

This is also the embarrassment of the death screen.

Sounds great.

What a small undead natural disaster.

But compared with the instant death judgment that the undead natural disasters are everywhere, the killing efficiency of the death screen is appallingly low.

Even a necromancer who intends to kill innocent people indiscriminately would not learn this spell.

"What if they stand still and kill you?"

Finn said with a smile.

Matthew's heart moved, and he nodded immediately:

"Of course it can."

"very good."

Finn opened the door of the tent and motioned for the two to go out.

Come outside the camp.

He shouted loudly:
"Angri! Call everyone over."

Immediately he looked at Matthew and whispered:
"Ready the spell."

Matthew retorted:
"Crazy, cast a spell in front of so many people, they will tear me apart!"

"No, trust me, they won't!"

Finn said emphatically.

"You tampered with them..."

Matthew wondered:
"But why do you want to do this? Although these people are trash, they cost you a lot of money, right?"

"Your question seems a bit too much."

For the first time, Finn showed slight dissatisfaction.

talking room.

Everyone gathered.

Including the two guards who guarded Sif's tent.

Finn suddenly let out a sharp scream——

After a short 15 seconds.

These people covered their heads in pain.

Then they knelt down on the ground one after another.

at the same time.

Flagella-like filaments began to emerge from the surface of their skin.

These gray filaments are free in the air.

Exudes a strong evil breath!

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"Insight: Warlock Finn used 'trick'!"

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"Let's go, Mr. Roger!"

Finn gave Matthew a bad look.

"Angri! Take that chick and get my carriage ready!"

He greeted again.

Matthew looked around.

He noticed that besides the big tent where Sif was held, there were many small tents in the valley.

These little tents are not meant to house people.

There seemed to be something hidden inside.

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"Insight: You feel a strong aura of trickery, this is the means of 'creation of trickery'"

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Tricky Creation.

Death canopy.

Matthew suddenly realized:

He wants to create a group of real evil spirits here!

It is different from the undead who are simply full of negative energy.

The 'evil spirit' superimposed with trick elements is a more terrifying and evil existence!
"Are you going?"

Matthew took out his staff and looked directly at Finn.

"Yes, I received a secret message before you came - the response from the Blood Banner family was faster than I expected. It is a pity that I have to postpone the ceremony and give up this stronghold."

Finn explained indifferently:

"Their men are on their way, and of course I have some surprises for them."

"If you don't take action, then these trick creations will only add a little trouble to them; but if real evil spirits can be created in the main material world, not only will the Blood Banner family suffer a big loss, maybe they will also suffer a lot. to please my lord."

"Mr. Rogge, out of politeness and respect, I have already told you everything I should say and what I shouldn't say, now... please don't let me down."

Said that his right hand was on the saber.

In his left hand, he held down a spell book engraved with the pattern of an evil wolf's head.

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"So, I understand."

Matthew smiled lightly, and immediately raised the deadwood staff, and a low incantation sounded.

Finn backed away to what he thought was a safe distance.

He stared at Matthew warily.

Until that moment.

A violent warning surged into his heart!

"I forgot to tell you that although I am a necromancer, I am actually a good person."

Matthew smiled slightly:
"Besides, bone dragon, I already have one."

The voice fell.

The silent roar took away all the sounds in the valley.

In the twisted air.

A gigantic monster full of bones descended from the sky!

Fein and Angri, with terrified faces, wanted to twist their bodies.

It's a pity they can't do it.

An aura of domination spread like a stone thrown into a small calm pond.

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"Your summoned Philoreus has used the ability 'Dragon Might'!
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The magician Finn and the evil warrior Angele fell into a state of dizziness, weakness, and panic.

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Duration: 12 seconds"

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