The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 138 Margaret's dry goods teaching! (seeking a monthly ticket)

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The official post house, the second hall.

In front of a stained-glass window, a black shadow clings to the glass surface inside, and through a red or blue filter, he can see some of the outside world.

Eli looked at the scenery outside blankly and boredly.

The summer sun fell on a jutting oak tree in the courtyard, forming a ring of shade on the dusty flagstone path.

A breeze blows.

A leaf swayed on the branch, like a person stretching.

The little black cat watched for a long time.

Then I couldn't help but yawned.

He rested his head on the window sill, with one ear pressed against the glass, quietly feeling the unique tranquility of a summer afternoon.

"It's not bad to be a kitten."

Eli thought so.

It's not that he can't leave, but that he lacks the urge to leave.

Ever since he woke up, he knew that he had once again taken advantage of Matthew——

This time.

He directly set foot in the oak tree field, and walked a long, long way in it, reaching the entry stage in one breath.

He obtained three permanent abilities.

Such a generous gift is a miracle for any druid.

But Eli couldn't be happier.

He knows that his legendary way lies in Matthew. In fact, he can always get some benefits from following Matthew.

"If the essence of power is to exchange unhappiness, then I would rather not."

He thought a little angrily.

Immediately.

He made peace with himself again.

There is nothing wrong with strength itself, you have already been injured, so don't let it go for nothing.

But he still doesn't want to turn back into a human.

Just like a little black cat, looking for a stream to drink when thirsty, squatting on leftovers to eat when hungry, and sleeping when bored, seems to be very good.

And he feels that being a kitten has natural advantages.

Because he is a high-level druid, he has no other skills, but the ability to starve is very strong.

"Even if I'm locked up in this kind of place, I can starve for more than ten days and I'll be fine."

Eli thought with some pride.

"Sleeping, wait for Matthew to come to me."

He couldn't help licking his furry paws, then closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Just at this time.

There was a creaking sound from outside the window!
There are mice!

Eli regained his energy, he leaned against the windowpane and looked out——

in the shade.

A monstrously fat mouse scurries by.

A white cat is chasing after it!
Eli watched in silence for a while, then yawned boredly again.

"Only the most retarded cat would think of catching mice."

"And this white cat is so good, I haven't caught it for half a day."

He commented sharply in his heart.

The white cat's skill is indeed worrying. She almost caught the mouse several times, but was slyly thrown away by the latter.

Shortly after.

The mouse burrowed into the grass and ran towards the east.

The white cat followed closely, and the two disappeared from Eli's sight.

The picture in front of him became static again.

Eli was even more sleepy.

He felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he could fall asleep immediately.

But it wasn't long before he took a nap.

The harsh creaking sound came again!
Eli slapped the glass angrily.

outside.

The white cat reappeared in his field of vision.

However, to Eli's surprise, the fat mouse actually called a helper!
Under the shade of the tree, an extremely absurd scene happened.

A total of five or six fat mice are chasing and beating the white cat in gangs!
These mice were very big, almost 2/3 the size of the white cat. At this time, they had the advantage in numbers, and completely overwhelmed the poor little white cat in terms of momentum.

The latter was cornered by the rats.

In the end, I could only "meow" twice, and jumped onto the tree helplessly.

But those fat mice are good at climbing trees too!
They chased and bit the white cat viciously.

The white cat dodged pitifully from left to right, like a weak woman in danger who was being chased and intercepted by a group of big black and fat men.

"Meow!"

The exhausted white cat hurriedly jumped onto the branch and jumped in the direction of the glass window.

puff.

She gracefully landed on the other side of the window sill, lighting up with Eli behind the glass mirror.

The white cat was startled by the black charcoal head behind the glass.

She paced restlessly on the windowsill.

The mice were still chasing after them, and they quickly climbed up the window sill and launched a final siege on the little white cat.

The little white cat shivered against the glass.

Her forelimbs slapped the enemies on the windowsill indiscriminately, but unfortunately they were outnumbered.

Seeing that the mice are about to complete the last step.

suddenly.

A low cat meow came from inside the glass window.

The mice trembled when they heard the words. They looked at the black charcoal head in the stained glass in horror, jumped off the windowsill with a bang, and fled in all directions!
The white cat stood on the windowsill in a daze.

"no need to thank me."

Heitan raised his proud chin.

He is waiting for the reaction of the little white cat.

But who knows, the white cat just glanced at him, and then jumped away without saying a word.

The last scene left for him.

It's a wildly wagging tail.

"Maybe she was too flustered and frightened by me."

Eli comforted himself.

After the white cat left, the scene in front of him became static again.

He wanted to continue to sleep soundly, but found that he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The originally dead but peaceful heart also seemed to have a hint of impetuousness.

Heitantou once again looked at the scenery outside boredly.

Just this time.

He was vaguely looking forward to something.

ten minutes later.

A figure hurriedly appeared in front of the glass window.

Soon.

The locker room door was opened.

"Sorry, Eli, I'm in a hurry, and you were in the comprehension field at the time, so..."

Matthew explained embarrassingly.

Eli listened quietly, his reaction was very flat:
"It's okay."

Matthew looked at the little black cat:
"How about you change back and let's go?"

Eli said firmly:

"I do not."

Matthew said in surprise:
"why?"

Eli thought for a while:
"I wanted to get a taste of the life of a cat, it would be really good for my wilderness approach."

"I'm here during this period of time, and I'm not going anywhere. If it's convenient for you, just open the glass window for me, just a small gap."

Matthew rolled his eyes:
"Alright, but do you need something to eat?"

Eli shook his head:

"It doesn't matter, I am very hungry."

Matthew took out all kinds of food from his luggage:

"I have some emergency food, what would you like to eat?"

Eli replied calmly:
"You're too polite, as long as you have something to eat, I'm not picky."

Matthew asked directly:

"Water or milk?"

Eli said decisively:
"Milk."

Matthew asked again:

"I have some biscuits and sausages, which would you like?"

Eli is no longer reserved:

"Sausage, save more, I like to eat."

……

After confirming that Eli was safe and sound, Matthew left with confidence.

The boy's ability to resist blows is still very strong.

Matthew faintly felt that he seemed to have recovered from the depression of falling in love with a man, which was good news.

As for turning into an animal to experience life, this is not uncommon for druids.

Matthew didn't care.

the second half of the day.

He was still planting trees and repairing graves, and took the time to look at the black warriors in the tank. The negative energy infusion was quite good. It is expected that they will be able to get out of the tank in a few days.

next morning.

Matthew came to Suriel's magic classroom 10 minutes earlier.

Unexpectedly, Margaret came earlier.

"Very well, it seems that you have at least the self-consciousness as a student, so let's start early."

Today's Margaret changed into a black silk pajamas, this kind of clothes were very loose, and with every movement of her hands and feet, a large snowy light swayed gracefully.

The nail polish was changed to dark green, and Matthew felt a bit old-fashioned, but it couldn't stand her good foundation, but it was still very attractive.

Matthew's attention shifted for only a few seconds. From the moment Margaret spoke, he instantly focused on her teaching content:

"The things I want to tell you today are all real dry goods. You must keep each one in your heart. They may save your life in the future."

"First of all, inheriting from yesterday's topic, besides wealth, how can we measure an enemy's combat effectiveness?
Frankly speaking, there is no universal standard, it depends on your vision and experience.

But some rules can be summed up, the most basic way is through the environment or other people's feedback.

for example.

You met a mediocre wizard in a perilous place near Purgatory, accompanied by several beautiful elf maids.

He seemed to have some money, but he wasn't rich enough to be eligible to use the fee capital series of spells.

It's dangerous if you think the mage is not worthy of the wealth and women he has.

I mean you are at your own peril.

According to historical experience, except for a few, most of the characters who don't seem to be worthy of their wealth or women are often really ruthless characters!

This is like in the alliance, suddenly an ordinary mage got a rapid promotion.

You may feel unbalanced when you hear the news, but there is a high probability that you will not really target him.

Because you know, everything in the world naturally has its operating logic behind it.

The mage who got promoted might be the bastard son of someone big.

Many seemingly illogical phenomena may just be someone hiding his logic.

The same reason.

Old people and children who are adventuring alone in the dungeon, a seemingly weak and beautiful woman who appears in the wilderness, an ascetic monk wearing shackles, unable to walk but pious in his eyes...

These may all be hidden masters.

The superficial information does not have enough logic to support their strength, just because you have not dug into the deeper information——

The lone old man and child may be the incarnation of a certain god, but this is not the point. They can take risks in the dungeon all year round without being reduced to the rations of monsters, which in itself shows their strength.

The same is true for the woman who appeared in the wilderness.

As for the ascetic monks, they explored another way.

The abundance of psychic energy makes it possible for them to burst out incredible power at any time, and this power may transcend levels and domains.

To sum it up in one sentence -

If things are abnormal, there must be demons.

So I suggest that when you observe the enemy, in addition to the surface information, try to understand the deep information hidden by the enemy.

Of course, this is not a simple matter, but as long as you understand this point, at least it will greatly reduce the probability of you getting into trouble with big bosses. "

Speaking of it.

Margaret paused:
"Did you remember it?"

Matthew nodded.

He also placed a recording crystal ball next to it.

Margaret stuffed the crystal ball back into Matthew's bag domineeringly:

"Filming is not allowed in my class!"

"You can only review the content of the class through your own memory, let's continue!"

"After measuring the enemy's combat power and confirming that you haven't messed with rich people or hidden bosses, the real content of the battle is.

My battle rules are also very simple to say, the core concept is just one——

play hard!

If you can fight more with less, you will never single out;

If you can attack secretly, don't show up in advance;
If you can be poisoned, don't play fireballs;
If you can curse, you refuse to play the game head-on;
Don't consume your mana if you can use props;

If you can bluff, don't go head-to-head.

There is only one purpose in fighting.

That's winning!
The means of winning are only tools, and there is no distinction between high and low tools.

You should treat all means of victory equally, this is the mentality that a battle mage should have.

And killing your enemy in the most efficient way is also the greatest respect a battle mage has for the enemy. "

Matthew nodded excitedly.

Margaret's philosophy actually coincides with his.

As a pragmatist, he found that he was actually quite suitable to be a battle mage.

"Very well, it seems that you don't reject my point of view, so after talking about the idea of ​​fake Dakong, let's talk about some real details."

Margaret gushed:
"Battle tactics with regard to all means can be divided into four areas.

First, strategy.

Strategies include conspiracies and overt schemes. I don't care what method you use, whether you use a knife to kill people, or a fox pretends to be a tiger, a strategy that can kill the enemy is a good strategy.

I won't go into details about this aspect, because I am not good at strategy, and I prefer hard work with real knives and guns.

Second, assassination.

There are many ways to assassinate, the most common are hiring assassins, poisoning or cursing.

This method is very effective in the case of mental arithmetic without intention.

But if the enemy takes precautions, the success rate of assassination will be greatly reduced.

Having said that, I must mention an unconventional method of assassination.

This involves the "Transfiguration Paradox", I don't know if you have previewed it in advance. "

Matthew nodded:

"I know some spells in the so-called transformation domain, which temporarily transform the target into a special magical form through a fixed medium.

This form does not mean that the target has really turned into a sheep or a stone. The material properties of the target are actually unchanged, so it is not so much a deformation as they are trapped in a special medium. The strength of the transfiguration determines the stability of the medium.

The so-called Transfiguration Paradox is if you turn a person into a frog and swallow it in your stomach.

Frogs take acid corrosion damage in your stomach and get knocked back to their original form due to lack of stability.

It stands to reason that that person should have appeared in my stomach.

But this is not the case, he will only appear in a random place next to me intact.

It doesn't happen that he blows me up.

This phenomenon is the paradox itself. "

Margaret nodded approvingly:
"This is a common problem with all transfiguration spells, because it does not change the basic properties of matter.

Even the druids' wild form is the same, they are just more stable and more realistic.

But there is one type of spell that is an exception——

That's "True Transfiguration"!
True Transfiguration can break through the Paradox of Transfiguration to kill people.

You can turn into a sugar cube and suddenly cancel the spell when the enemy swallows you in its mouth.

At this time his head will be blown off by you.

I'm pretty good at True Shapeshifting, and I've killed quite a few people with it.

I can tell you responsibly, if you have the ability to learn True Shapeshifting, don't hesitate, no matter what the goal of the transformation is, you have to get it.

This is the one with the highest success rate of all assassination methods.

Absolutely not to be missed! "

Matthew turned slightly blue after hearing this.

He felt a little regretful.

If he had come to Margaret's class a few days earlier, he might have chosen True Transfiguration among the abilities in the Transformation Domain.

Although turning into stone seems to be difficult for the enemy to swallow, but he can also stuff stones into bread or something?

Margaret gave a lot of information in class.

Without waiting for Matthew to digest.

She continued vigorously:
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"Third, go first.

If there must be a magic duel, it is very important to go first. I suggest you buy a "Dragon Fire Amulet" on your body. This thing can break all spell countermeasures and is a must-have tool for a stress-free first move.

The fourth piece of content is also related to the spell duel, that is the game, or fake action.

please remember! ! !
You can predict the enemy's actions, but don't predict too much!

I am not questioning your IQ, but my teacher taught me a sentence long ago, and this sentence has also been fully tested in my combat career——

"Rookies die from pretence, and masters die from prediction."

Any game with more than [-] layers is stupid.

The battle of "I predicted your prediction" only exists in the scripts of third-rate bards.

It looks very cool, but it is actually pushing itself into danger.

It is not a joke that a master dies due to prediction. This sentence is the essence extracted from countless corpses.

I'm not asking you to reject predictions outright.

But you have to recognize one fact——

Excessive prediction must do more harm than good!

In my case, there are only two layers of the game. The first layer is fraud, that is, fake actions, or feints.

The second layer, double fraud, is anti-psychology.

Then gone.

When you try to use the game above the third floor to fight against the enemy, it means that you are extremely disadvantaged.

The enemy can completely reject your game this time and crush it head-on.

You have the skills to play puff pastry with others, so why not think of a better way to escape.

And if your strength is far superior to that of the enemy, and you want to play with the enemy like a cat and a mouse through anticipation, then your arrogance will most likely cost you your life. "

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Brush brush!
In the classroom, only the sound of Matthew writing vigorously was left.

Margaret's narration is simple, clear and to the point.

Matthew is not completely ignorant of these principles.

Rather, there was no clear concept and system formed in his mind.

After Margaret mentioned it, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

When reading online articles in his previous life, he especially liked to watch this kind of reverse and reverse plot, and found it very enjoyable.

Now he suddenly felt it.

In reality, these plots are unnecessary.

Margaret made herself a cup of black tea again.

She drank and said:
"After talking about the theory, let me tell you a practical case."

She sat on the desk with half of her buttocks, her little feet dangling.

The floating staff is a little empty.

The surrounding scenes began to change. Matthew and she seemed to have come to the forest, and there was a scene of two mages fighting in front of them.

One of them is Margaret in fiery red mage robes.

Her opponent was a black-robed mage, whose level looked quite high, either fourth or fifth.

"This is an actual battle that happened last year. My enemy is a high-level mage who defected from the alliance and joined Hades. He is good at evocation spells, and he is better at fireballs and force fields than anyone else."

"I tracked him down for three days and three nights, and confronted him for more than four and 10 minutes. I was pressed and beaten by him at one point, but in the end, I succeeded in killing him. Do you know how I did it?"

Margaret asked calmly.

Matthew guessed:
"True Transfiguration?"

Margaret showed a gentle smile, and she tapped Matthew's head lightly with her staff:
"That's right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

"Then let's go straight to the last scene, slow motion, watch carefully.

Because I just finished a fight with him 15 minutes ago, he used the portal to escape, and I secretly chased him.

I knew that I might not be his opponent in a head-to-head confrontation, so I planned to use the signature True Transformation to complete the assassination.

Before doing it, I attracted a swarm of bees to cover me.

Then I turned into a mosquito and tried to get close to him in the swarm.

But the enemy is also very vigilant, you see, here, he used the spell of "detect tiny life".

It seems that he knows my tricks, so he is taking strict precautions.

In order not to let me fly into his nostrils, mouth, ears and even eyes.

He used "bubble technique" to protect his head.

Once a creature breaks in, the bubble will burst, and at that time he will use the all-round resistance spell regardless of friend or foe.

He's really smart, and in addition to the bubble spell, he's using spells to repel the swarm quickly.

You see, by the end, there wasn't actually a flying creature around him anymore. "

Under Margaret's explanation.

Matthew stared at the ultra-clear screen comparable to VR.

next second.

The body of the black-robed mage exploded suddenly, and a large amount of blood clots and minced meat splashed onto the nearby trees.

The picture is very bloody and terrible.

"Wait, how did he die?"

Matthew was shocked:

"Did you go in?"

Margaret said leisurely:
"Of course I went in."

Matthew hesitated:
"But hasn't he already..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly got stuck.

Margaret said quietly:

"It's the anus."

"If you look more closely, I used the mosquito to fly to his mage robe, and then turned into a flea, and got into his anus while he was driving the swarm away."

"I just blew up his lower body so smoothly."

"Margaret's combat spells are so unpretentious, there is no throwing fireballs back and forth, and there is no need for a game of prediction and anti-prediction.

You just need to learn two or three True Shapeshifting spells, and use them wisely, and you can kill almost everyone you want! "

"Okay, that's all for today's class. The homework after class is "If you are this black-robed mage, and you know that the enemy is good at true shapeshifting and can turn into mosquitoes and fleas, how should you deal with it?"

"By the way, there is also yesterday's homework, give it to me."

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(End of this chapter)