I'm really a necromancer

Chapter 67 Surveillance of the Freemasons

Necromancers are rare in number because it is extremely difficult to enslave the undead and they need to risk their lives.

But this does not prevent the necromancer's combat effectiveness from being far superior to other wizards of the same level.

Under normal circumstances, a necromancer can summon at least ten undead of the same level, and Yi Hua in front of him obviously hasn't exerted his full strength yet.

If he was given time to summon, the other nine first-class apprentices present would not be able to escape being eliminated by the more numerous undead.

Several apprentices around were also aware of Yihua's threat, and decided to knock Yihua down first in order to prevent him from reaping the benefits of being a fisherman.

In order to save mana and speed up, Yi Hua sent two skeleton knights to stop the two apprentices.

And he flexed his fists and rushed towards the nearest apprentice.

Yi Hua didn't dodge the fireball hitting him. The next moment, the fireball hit Yi Hua's chest and exploded suddenly.

Before waiting for the situation of the apprentices on the field, Yihua's body had slight white ripples representing the armor of life. He rushed out of the burning flames on the field as if without any effect, and punched the apprentice who cast witchcraft on him.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, the solidified mirror armor on the fireball apprentice shattered.

Under the terrifying force of a great knight, the fireball apprentice's eyes popped out, and he spit out a mouthful of saliva. He suddenly flew seven or eight meters away, rolled several times, and then hit the ground heavily, raising a lot of dust.

Seeing Yihua's powerful physical strength, the apprentices around who were about to besiege Yihua were silent for a few seconds, and the field was completely silent for a while.

Yi Hua didn't stop there, but seized this opportunity to eliminate another apprentice.

Under Yi Hua's fist, in less than a minute, all the apprentices present except Yi Hua fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Yi Hua took back two slightly mutilated skeleton knights.

Several third-class apprentices on the high platform not far away looked at each other and announced the winner of the audition.

"The winner——Iva Fercis, the rest of the survivors can leave."

As soon as the words fell, a black card with a gold border flew into Yihua's hand.

"This is the voucher for participating in the official competition more than ten days later, it must be kept safe, and it will not be replaced if it is lost."

The leading third-class middle-aged apprentice said casually, and left the field first after finishing speaking, and began to prepare for the next competition.

Yi Hua looked at the black and gold card in his hand. The card was tough and smooth, and he didn't know what material it was made of.

He put the card in his pocket and turned to look at the first-class apprentices lying on the ground.

Since Yihua had no intention of killing these apprentices, the apprentices knocked down by him were not lightly injured, but they could barely move.

Several apprentices who were less seriously injured were relieved for a while, hunched over and slowly stood up, and left the scene with ashen faces.

An elderly third-class apprentice stepped forward, glanced at the three apprentices who were still slumped on the ground, and said expressionlessly:

"Heal 3 witch crystals at a time, do you need any treatment?"

A young apprentice with a bloody belly and a pale face begged bitterly:

"My lord, can you be more accommodating, I only have one witch crystal left in my body."

However, the elderly third-class apprentice didn't even look at the young man, and seeing that the apprentices on the ground couldn't take out 3 witch crystals, he left the place without looking back.

He has no obligation to treat these seriously injured apprentices, and he came here to ask a question just to earn extra money.

The young apprentice lying on the ground opened his mouth when he saw the back of the elderly third-class apprentice simply leaving, but finally said nothing.

For ordinary first-class apprentices, the previous payment of 1 witch crystal is considered a huge sum of money, equivalent to half a year's income.

They are still in the stage of first-class apprentices, and they are all people with low qualifications. They have long lost the opportunity to be promoted to second-class before the exam and pass the apprenticeship exam.

She was willing to pay one witch crystal for the audition because she wanted to gamble on a chance of passing the audition.

Once successfully passed, relying on the resources obtained, there may be hope for a comeback.

This has also been precedent in the academy before.

Decades ago, the academy once had a necromancer apprentice with first-class qualifications, although his qualifications were poor, he could not be promoted to second-class before the exam.

But relying on the almost invincible strength of necromancers at the same level, plus a little luck, she not only passed the audition, but also passed the follow-up official competition, and even almost entered the semi-finals.

Relying on the resources obtained in the competition, she was successfully promoted to a second-class apprentice, passed the apprenticeship exam, and took the academy ship to the real Nine Ring White Tower Wizard Academy on the mainland.

She proved to the apprentices that although aptitude is important, it is not necessarily a necessary element to become a powerful wizard.

Everyone thinks they are different, but they are not the main characters in the troubadour's story after all.

In reality, they are just a group of mediocre people with no talent, no luck, and no strength. They cannot create miracles like that apprentice.

On the verge of death, the young apprentice suddenly realized a lot, and a self-deprecating smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.

3 witch crystals, although to him, they are a sky-high price, but in order to survive, no matter how high the price is, he will take them out.

Unfortunately, he has no savings.

Just when those third-class wizards were about to clean up the arena, a figure in a flawless white wizard robe walked towards them in the sight of several apprentices who had collapsed on the ground and were seriously injured and dying.

One of the young first-class apprentices reluctantly raised his head and looked at the white figure.

I saw that the opponent was the first-class necromancer who knocked them to the ground earlier.

Yi Hua stepped forward, looked at several apprentices who were lying on the ground, and took out a few contracts from his bosom.

"Are you guys still conscious?"

Hearing Yi Hua's words, several apprentices did not respond at all, but Yi Hua stepped forward, spread out the contract, and said slowly in a seductive voice:

"What, are you going to give up now? Are you willing to end your life like this? As long as you sign this contract, I can provide you with free treatment."

Due to severe blood loss, the consciousness of several apprentices has become a little blurred. They can barely see the words in front of them, and they will forget them in an instant because of the blurred consciousness.

"Illumination?"

Feeling the passing of life, the three severely injured apprentices on the ground did not care to check the contract carefully, and without hesitation, they immediately pressed their bloody fingers tremblingly on the contract.

"In any case, it's better than dying here now."

The moment this thought flashed through, several people fainted one after another.

Seeing that the contract had been fulfilled, Yi Hua took advantage of the situation and started the treatment immediately.

The witchcraft used by Yihua for treatment is not light therapy, but the holy light technique that can make others feel good about him.

Under the effect of the holy light technique, the wounds of several people healed quickly, but their faces were still a little pale because of excessive blood loss.

Seeing that several people were out of danger, Yi Hua mercilessly went up and slapped them awake.

(End of this chapter)