I'm really a necromancer

Chapter 6 Entering the World of Death
Compared with the original owner who was still a young man, Yi Hua, who had struggled in the society for many years in his previous life, was much more prudent and cautious when facing danger.

About a quarter of an hour later, Yihua crossed the dotted residential area of ​​apprentices, and the yelling from the stalls in the open space in the distance entered his ears.

The sphere of influence of the Wizard Academy is a circle, including all the land within a radius of ten miles from the Wizard Tower.

From the central wizard tower to the outside, there are classrooms of the college, various functional buildings, and apprentice residences.

Further outside is a large open space, and the college's market is built on the large open space on the outer ring of the residence.

No one here will care about the fact that the street stalls in the market do not conform to the plan.

It is already afternoon, but there are not many apprentices setting up stalls here, and the items for sale are also dazzling.

In terms of materials alone, at a glance, there are human tissues for biological experiments, alienated flesh and blood.

The baise flowers needed to make potions, the brains of infant demons, the amethysts used to make enchanted items, the magic metals, the sheepskin scrolls needed to make witchcraft scrolls, the magic inks, etc.

In addition, there are also all kinds of second-hand books, magic wands, witchcraft robes, and even armor and swords.

"Perhaps you can pick a good long sword."

Yi Hua, who was walking on the market street, rubbed his chin and said in thought.

It would take an unknown number of days to learn a new offensive witchcraft, which is not realistic for Yihua who is currently short of time.

With this time, it is better to buy a handy weapon.

Meditation also has the ability to exercise the body, and the physical strength of a first-class wizard apprentice is already close to that of a formal knight.

Moreover, the original owner had practiced knight breathing for a period of time before becoming a wizard apprentice. Although it took many years, he had reached the peak of apprentice knights, and he was no longer unfamiliar with swords.

Thinking of this, Yi Hua stepped forward to pick up a long sword at a stall selling swords.

"The black steel long sword can be used as a handy weapon for formal knights, and it is worth five crystal coins."

Seeing that Yihua seemed interested in buying it, the middle-aged apprentice sitting behind the booth with several scars on his face introduced it.

Recalling the powerful strength of the undead in the original owner's memory, Yi Hua hesitated again and again, put down the long sword in his hand, and went to the deeper booth.

He decided to buy the best gear he could afford.

With the lesson from the original owner, no matter how much you prepare, it is not an exaggeration.

A few minutes later, Yi Hua stood in front of a booth selling magical items and picked up a cross sword about 1.2 meters long.

I feel that the cross sword in my hand feels like a part of my body, which is obviously different from the blunt blocking feeling of the previous black steel long sword.

Following the feeling, Yi Hua poured the constructed second-class phototherapy into it.

The next moment, the body of the cross sword glowed with golden light, like a cross-shaped fluorescent stick.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Yi Hua was surprised.

This is also the characteristic of the guiding metal. A long sword made of guiding metal can transmit witchcraft to the sword body.

The stall owner, a young apprentice with a bronze badge, had been watching Yihua for a long time. Seeing that Yihua seemed interested in buying it, he said:

"This great sword of guiding magic can withstand the infusion of witchcraft within 20 degrees. If you want it, I will sell it to you cheaply for seven witch crystals."

"Degree" is the unit of measurement for wizards to measure the strength of witchcraft. Second-class apprentices can mobilize three runes to construct witchcraft. The ideal strength of second-class witchcraft is around 27 degrees.

But in reality, affected by energy affinity, if you want to exert the ideal strength, unless the affinity reaches 100%.

In actual operation, two or three out of ten who can exert the ideal strength is normal, and five or six out of ten are geniuses.

A "good-for-nothing" with first-class qualifications like Yihua can only exert a power that is one-tenth of the ideal strength at most.

"The standard for second-class enchanted items is 27 degrees. Your 20 degrees can only be regarded as a good first-class enchanted item. It is worth three and a half witch crystals at most."

After checking whether the quality of the cross sword is qualified, Yi Hua directly exposed the other party's lies based on the knowledge in his memory, and cut the price in half.

After hearing Yihua's bargain, the third-class young apprentice showed a surprised expression, shook his head, and said viciously:

"Three and a half witch crystals! Dreaming? If you really want it, I'll give you six witch crystals at most..."

The two fought each other, it seemed that they were lucky, they met each other and were eager to make a move. In the end, Yihua bought the Daomo Cross Sword at the price of four witch crystals.

Seeing that the third-class young apprentice's face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was about to eat himself, Yi Hua left in a hurry.

Although the academy forbids apprentices to openly kill each other, Yihua is still afraid that the other party will be quick-eyed, and impulsively raises his hand to kill himself with a third-class witchcraft.

There are thousands of first-class apprentices in the academy, and a new batch will be renewed every three years or so. Among them, less than one-tenth of the apprentices will be promoted to second-class and go to the main academy on the mainland for further study.

The remaining thousands of apprentices who were not promoted to the second class were either reduced to experimental materials for senior wizards, or became slave assistants of senior apprentices, or managed to escape from the academy.

There are no more than a hundred third- and fourth-class wizards in the academy, and they are basically formed by apprentices who failed the exams and survived various hardships in the past hundreds of years.

These apprentices have experienced all kinds of hardships, and most of them have distorted their psychology and become extremely surly.

Next, Yihua went to other booths to check the armor.

In the end, I went back and forth to choose, and chose a half-body plate armor that was relatively strong, enchanted with first-class fortification, and could withstand dozens of knight-level slashes.

He originally planned to buy a set of full-body plate armor, but unfortunately due to the size, it would take about a month to make it tailor-made, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

Afterwards, Yihua spent dozens of crystal coins to buy two incendiary bombs that could release magical flames.

Before leaving, Yihua touched the only wujing left in his bosom, and couldn't help lamenting that spending money was like running water, and the idea of ​​earning wujing became more urgent.

This is just the purchase of two relatively low-level enchanted items.

If you buy potions that can increase the efficiency of meditation, high-level enchanted items, second-class witchcraft templates, etc., I am afraid that dozens of witch crystals will be spent casually.

Due to the inconvenience of carrying it, Yi Hua chose to wear a gray wizard robe, wearing a half-body plate armor, and walked back to the residence with a cross sword in his hand.

Judging from the appearance, Yi Hua's attire looked a bit nondescript, more like an assassin than a wizard apprentice.

Yi Hua is a pragmatist, in order to save his life, he can only sacrifice the beauty.

After another quarter of an hour, Yi Hua, who returned to his residence, locked the door behind him, grabbed the leftover black bread from lunch on the table, and hurriedly stuffed a few bites into his mouth with clear water.

After meditating to completely recover his magic power, he checked his state several times, and after confirming that he was in the best state, Yi Hua picked up the cross sword in his hand and touched the two incendiary bombs hanging around his waist.

He sank into the spiritual sea and began to build a model of the death world shuttle technique.

With the success of the construction, Yi Hua's vision became distorted and blurred, and there were bursts of buzzing in his ears, followed by a sense of dizziness.

When Yihua's consciousness regained consciousness again, he saw only boundless gray mist wherever his line of sight went, and his visibility was only tens of meters.

As if aware of Yi Hua's existence, the surrounding fog rushed towards Yi Hua.

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(End of this chapter)