The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 155 Ravenloft Demon Realm and Tomb Realm

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Oiling is a laborious and delicate job.

The whole process cannot be replaced by others, and the necromancer must do it himself.

At the moment, five corpses were lined up side by side by Matthew, lying on a thick blanket.

The dark oil that had been painstakingly brewed before was placed in a small bucket beside it.

There are three types of brushes in the bucket.

Matthew picked up the largest brush and fiddled with the small bucket a few times to promote the full fusion of oil and negative energy residues, and then he carried the small bucket to the first corpse.

Top down.

He brushed it carefully three times.

After that came the second, the third... until the fifth.

"Renice May, turn over."

Matthew dipped a brush in the oil bucket and ordered Miss Zombie to help.

Renee Smee turned the corpse over while drooling.

Matthew walked to the front, and in the same way, he roughly brushed the backs of the five corpses.

The dark green oil soaked the surface of the corpse. The clothes and skin of the corpse softened at the same time. Occasionally, the original death liquid would emerge from under the skin, making a sizzling sound.

At this time, the black warrior didn't smell as bad as before.

After being smeared with a layer of dark oil, the surface of the corpse exudes a faint floral fragrance.

Matthew first painted both sides with a large brush.

Then take out the medium size brush for more detailed oiling.

This step is the most tiring.

Not only did he have to take care of every surface of the corpse, he even had to stuff as much oil as possible into the mouth and anus.

The significance of the dark oil to the black warrior is too great.

It also affects the success rate of the third step "unbinding" ceremony.

Matthew didn't dare to neglect.

Even with the assistance of Renesmee and A Bing, he was sweating profusely after the second round.

And to the last round.

When he used a small brush to check for omissions on the corpse.

He felt that the arm was not his own.

"It's done!"

after an hour.

Matthew rubbed his sore left and right hands, and ordered Renesmee and A Bing to hang all five corpses upside down.

This is also part of the ceremony.

After the god oil dries, it can better shrink the dead liquid soaked in the first step into the corpse.

Along with it, there is the remaining spirituality in the corpse.

This is also the reason why the Darth Vader cannot take off his clothes when he is anointed-the clothes of the deceased carry a certain spirituality, and these spiritualities have a decisive influence on the rituals in which the Darth Vader is truly formed.

Looking at the future black warriors hung like bacon.

Matthew couldn't help feeling a burst of satisfaction in his heart.

"After that, put it down and brush the oil every three days, and after 21 days, you can start to "reverse binding". "

"Make Darth Vader a few more times and I'm afraid I can become a master griller."

Matthew laughed to himself.

Then he began to prepare the incantations needed for the unbinding ceremony.

Although the content in this aspect is a bit complicated, it is nothing to Matthew. He has various materials exchanged from the alliance to make intensive lectures on black warriors. Under the guidance of the experience of famous experts from all sides, he quickly understood The core of the anti-binding ceremony.

"So in the process of unbinding, the most important thing is that the necromancer should "awaken" rather than "command". "

"The remaining spirituality must be allowed to gather freely. Only when it gathers to a certain scale, enough to ignite the soul fire, can it enter the stage of "recognition of the master". quality……"

Matthew studied with gusto in the small study next to his work.

Right now.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the cemetery.

Matthew put down the materials, walked out of the stone house, and hurried towards the place where the harassment occurred.

But at the edge of the cemetery not far away, outside a row of sparse black locust trees, a group of ghosts were looking eagerly at the undead creatures in the cemetery.

And in the cemetery.

A dozen zombies and more skeleton soldiers are pointing at them.

Matthew walked over calmly.

Sensing the arrival of the master of the cemetery, the black locust of the underworld immediately stepped aside, and a temporary passage opened instantly.

"My lord of the cemetery, great necromancers, we are the undead from Zandar.

Our cemetery was destroyed by the dragon disaster. We had to come to the surface to avoid the evil red dragon, but there was no place for me and my people on the surface after all.

We are wandering, driven from place to place, and in our despair we feel the calling of this place.

I am the representative of the tribe, you can call me Ali.

Boldly ask, are my clansmen and I qualified to serve you? "

A ghost with white light all over his body asked sincerely.

Matthew noticed that there were about thirty or so ghosts behind him, and they were all in a bad state, all in a daze, as if they would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Only this Ali, the ghost form is very solid, and there is a little golden light in the white light.

After listening to Ali's self-report, Matthew couldn't help asking:

"You were also the ones who made trouble at the South Trading Post in Rolling Stone Town?"

Ali showed shame:

"Yes, the situation was urgent at that time, and the state of many clansmen was very dangerous. If they didn't absorb human energy, they would completely dissipate."

"Being forced to do so, we can only take this tactic, but I assure you, the ghosts of our Zandar family are very principled, we just sucked a little bit of their energy through scary ways-that is, barely enough for us subsistence level."

"And after that, we never harassed a human village again."

Matthew did not question the veracity of these words.

He just asked:
"If you want to join my cemetery, you must become undead who obey my orders. My orders are everything."

"Without my order, you can only move around in the cemetery, and you will lose your freedom."

"Can it be done?"

Ali smiled wryly:
"Of course we understand what it means for the undead to take refuge in a necromancer."

Matthew said calmly:

"What I need is a definite answer."

Ali was stunned for a moment, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and immediately, he gritted his teeth and said:

"We do!"

"Okay, from now on, you will be my undead. Welcome to Matthew's cemetery."

Matthew opened a friendly embrace to the ghosts.

The temporary passage is completely open.

The ghosts flew into the cemetery eagerly, enjoying the long-lost negative energy nourishment.

Matthew didn't spend too long in ink with the ghosts.

Through the power of the ritual field, he accepted this group of ghosts as part of the ritual field.

In this way, in name, these ghosts are the residents of the cemetery, not the undead summoned by Matthew.

He can order them by virtue of his identity as the owner of the cemetery, and he also saves the upper limit of similar summons.

This is the benefit of establishing a cemetery.

Wait until the state of the ghosts has roughly stabilized.

Matthew led them to the ghost area and settled down, and before the ghosts of Zandar came, a group of ghost wolves who were loyal to Matthew had already lived here.

Watched by the little wolves.

Matthew believes that even if these ghosts have two hearts, they can't find anything.

……

"Hint: A group of ghosts wandering in the wilderness are attracted by the ritual field-the cemetery and the negative energy beacon. They are eager to enter the cemetery and live in the cemetery. For this reason, they are willing to serve the cemetery owner.

You housed these ghosts.

Your ritual field (cemetery) has gathered three low-level undead, skeleton soldiers, zombies, and ghosts, and the number meets the promotion requirements. You can increase the strategic level of the cemetery by building additional buildings for undead. In addition, Different undead buildings will serve different functions.

The current strategic level of the cemetery: LV1.

List of additional buildings that can be built——

1. The Well of Bones (enhance the strength of skeleton soldiers and have a certain probability of converting skeleton soldiers into elite occupations)
2. Coffin of Death (increase the strength of the Silvermoon Zombie, and have a certain probability of converting the Silvermoon Zombie into an elite profession)

3. Evil wind way (enhance the strength of ghosts, same as above)”

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Matthew was not surprised by this tip.

He has long known that the cemetery has a strategic level-not only the cemetery, but also the larger ceremony grounds have this concept.

The promotion of the strategic level means that all aspects of the ritual field have been strengthened.

This process is mainly realized by spending money to repair various functional buildings.

According to legend, the current Lord of Baiyan City, his demiplane is a super large cemetery, and there are tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers in the cemetery.

These skeleton soldiers are still of different types, some shoot arrows, some throw stones, some hold shields, and there are rare skeleton mages!

Of course, these occupations are not created out of thin air.

It is transformed through various additional buildings that bless the power of the ritual field.

But Matthew currently has no plans to build additional buildings.

On the one hand, explosive soldiers are really expensive.

On the other hand, he felt that the time had not yet come.

"However, if you have time, it's not impossible to build one or two buildings."

It is definitely unrealistic to expect the undead who hang out in the cemetery to upgrade themselves.

If nothing else, just talk about skeleton soldiers.

A Bing obviously has the ability to "train the same clan", but under his training, the skeleton soldiers are not good at each one.

The frequency of crotch twisting is getting higher and higher.

Recently, Matthew walked through the cemetery, and the number of skeleton soldiers walking in wild postures has increased dramatically.

This made Matthew deeply worried about the future painting style of the cemetery.

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After settling down the ghosts, the matter of building additional buildings was assigned to the addable events in the schedule.

Matthew came to the stone area and continued to make tombstones.

Shinwak worked very hard.

Matthew hasn't been here for a few days, and the place has been filled with stones.

He asked Renesmee and several other zombies to carry the stele, and he quickly wrote negative energy runes on it.

quickly.

A tombstone was released.

compared to oiling.

The production of tombstones really saves a lot of effort.

Matthew takes a break from time to time.

Most of the time is spent fighting with a pen.

Time passed little by little.

More and more tombstones appeared in the open space beside them.

And in the process.

Matthew also entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

Gradually.

He felt that the pen in his hand was getting lighter and lighter.

Suddenly.

Matthew woke up in a jerk, only to find that he was in a dark space.

"Is this a... coffin?"

As a necromancer, Matthew is of course very familiar with the coffin, he turned his head in astonishment.

Results in the next second.

He saw a pair of faint eyeballs staring at him.

Matthew was taken aback.

His consciousness suddenly flew out of the coffin.

Then he looked around in shock.

However, there is nothing here except endless darkness.

Matthew groped around and found that the space here was extremely narrow, except for a coffin in the center, there were cold stone walls everywhere!

"This is a tomb."

Matthew was a little nervous.

He lowered his head and looked towards the coffin. For some reason, he was able to see the situation inside through the coffin——

The dead man in the coffin also turned his head at this time, looking at Matthew quietly.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Then they invariably asked in astonishment:
"Can you see me?"

The man in the coffin was wearing expensive clothes, and his physical condition was close to that of a zombie, but different from a zombie.

He obviously retained a lot of water, which was closer to the appearance of a living person, but Matthew was sure that he was a corpse.

Looking at the other party, for some reason, Matthew actually felt a little scared!
He asked dazedly:
"Why are you here?"

The dead man said in astonishment:
"This is my coffin and tomb. I should be the one to ask you this, right? Why did you break into my coffin?"

was asked so.

Matthew woke up a little bit.

He looked around blankly and muttered to himself:
"Yeah, why am I here? Aren't I making tombstones?"

The dead man looked at him like this, and suddenly said with some sympathy:

"You're probably dead too."

Matthew immediately retorted:
"I'm sure I'm not dead!"

The dead man comforted:
"Really dead people don't believe that they are dead, and I didn't believe it at all at the time. Ann, the dead are much more comfortable than the living. Look at me, lying in a coffin and sleeping every day, it's delicious. This kind of Where can we find good days? As a dead person, we just need to lie flat every day and not be pulled up by the god damn necromancer."

"By the way, young man, what are you doing?"

Matthew honestly replied:

"I'm a necromancer."

The dead man fell silent for a moment.

Matthew could feel the other person trembling in the coffin.

"Can you let me go?"

asked the dead man.

Matthew shook his head and said:
"I didn't intend to lay hands on you."

The dead man asked again:

"Then can you let go of my coffin?"

Matthew was puzzled:
"Why do you ask?"

The dead man explained:
"As far as I know, necromancers have always been very poor. When they pass by the tomb, they must be plucked. Even if they can't afford the corpse, they still have to pick up a few coffin boards. I don't have a stereotype, do I?"

Matthew sighed and said:

"I'm not rich either."

"But don't worry, I will never take your things."

The dead brother suddenly smiled:

"That's fine, that's fine."

"My coffin is quite expensive. I don't know how many years I've been lying in it, but it's so comfortable."

"By the way, is the world better now?"

Matthew pondered:
"Whether it's good or not, I'm afraid it depends on your definition. What era are you from?"

The dead man said happily:
"I can't tell which era it was, when I was alive, the light of the gods bathed the whole of Aindor.

Although there are living sacrifices everywhere and exploitation everywhere, the gods claim that it is an era of great grace.

They say yes so be it.

Anyway, they don't want their faces anymore.

Speaking of which, do you know how cruel living sacrifices are?

They would throw the living into the water, into the fire, or disembowel them on the chopping block.

This thing is not a human thing at all.

But in our time, almost every god would instigate his followers to do so.

What's even more disgusting is that they still pretend to be bright and majestic on the surface, claiming that the living sacrifice has nothing to do with them, and it is an action initiated by believers voluntarily.

In my world, living is really not an easy thing.

Fortunately, I died early to enjoy the blessings. "

Matthew looked around and asked curiously:
"It's not difficult to see from the tomb and coffin that you were either rich or noble during your lifetime. Even if the gods are cruel, living sacrifices shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?"

The dead man said calmly:

"I was killed by a living sacrifice."

"In the area where I live, the god of death is worshiped.

At that time, the son of the lord's family was chosen by the god of death to participate in the living sacrifice. Our lord didn't want his son to die, so he pulled me over to replace him.

But they didn't know that this move angered the god of death.

He wouldn't accept me at all.

The day of the sacrifice.

First they threw me into the river, and it turned out that I could walk on the river as if walking on flat ground.

So they tied me up and roasted me again, and the flames couldn't hurt me.

Seeing this, the gang quickly claimed that I was a devil, and finally pushed me onto the cutting board and cut me open.

But I still can't die.

The Grim Reaper was right next to me, sneering at those funny pious believers.

I know it won't work if it goes on like this.

So I begged the god of death for a long time.

He finally let me die.

The lord and other believers saw that I was finally dead, so they repacked my body with peace of mind, put it in this coffin, and sent it to the Church of the God of Death.

I don't know what happened after that.

While I was lying in church.

Only the sound of the death knell and the flight of crows was heard.

Soon after.

Death appeared before me.

He asked me, if I was pulled over to replace someone else as a living sacrifice, do I hate the lord's family?
My answer is, hate, but only a little.

Death was puzzled by this.

I told him that the lord's family treated me very well. They gave me a job and a bite to eat. When my parents died, they were willing to lend us money for burial.

My health has not been very good, and my work has been very mediocre, but the lord did not dismiss me, and the lord's son took good care of me.

If I were in other territories, or in the wilderness, I'm afraid I would have died [-] times long ago.

So I voluntarily replaced it.

Death choked after hearing this.

He seemed very dissatisfied with this result, and in a fit of anger, He locked me here, saying that he wanted to punish me for my blasphemy.

After that, I never saw Death again.

He probably forgot about me.

Pity.

If I can see him again, I must thank him very much.

It was He who gave me a peaceful space and allowed me to lie quietly for so long.

It's really comfortable to lie down on! "

The dead man's tone was full of optimism.

After listening to it, Matthew felt that it was both absurd and real.

"How is the world of the living now? Are there still living sacrifices?"

The dead man asked concerned.

Matthew shook his head and said:
"The gods have been exiled, human mages dominate everything, there are few living sacrifices in the world, and most people have a chance to eat their fill."

The dead man said happily:

"That's really a good way of life! Could it be that our human mage has become the master of the world? It must be a very fair and beautiful world."

"That's great, how about you pull me up?"

"I want to see the world as it is now."

Matthew was about to say something.

But he felt a powerful force pulling him back.

That feeling was somewhat familiar to him.

In an instant.

He suddenly understood why he was here.

So Matthew hurriedly asked:

"Where is this place? I mean the specific place name and coordinates!"

The dead man replied:
"This is the Ravenloft Demon Realm in the underworld. My location should be part of the tomb group. What's wrong?"

Matthew only felt that the force was getting stronger and stronger.

He tried his best to ask:

"What's your name?"

The dead man replied:
"Orolin, my name is Orolin, how about you? Necromancer."

The voice fell.

Matthew's figure disappeared into the tomb.

"Ok."

"Then I'll sleep again."

O'Rolin muttered to himself.

The tomb fell into silence again.

……

"Hint: You have dabbled in the sub-realm of death, the Grave.

Your domain "grave" resonates with "undead".

The effect of your domain ability "Immortal" is extended by 30 seconds.

In return for exploring the field, you will gain one of the following three abilities——

1. Ring of death (release a negative energy aura centered on you, the enemy hit by the aura will be slow in thinking, and have the urge to sleep forever)

2. Tomb Guards (summon a team of grave guards to guard your graveyard or cemetery)
3. Archaeologist (obtain a lot of tomb knowledge, and get the coordinates of three large tombs at random)”

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(End of this chapter)