Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 447 Legend
“You said that Lady Siara would be fine, right… Forget it, just pretend I didn’t ask.”

Ya looked at his sister's eyes and held back the rest of the sentence.

As Ciara's attendants, the two were not eligible to enter the institute and could only wait in the hall of Nigolese.

The two men looked at the technicians, sorcerers, and administrative staff coming and going with dull eyes, feeling deeply that time was passing slowly.

It's so quiet.

Ya couldn't help but ask again: "Xiaoying, do you regret it?"

Ying: "Regret? Regret for what?"

"Lady Ciara said that there was a chance to keep us in Mai...that place last time, but you didn't agree."

"But didn't you agree?"

"I'm different. I'm just concerned about you!"

"But you were the one who said it first..."

Ying pursed his lips, hugged the staff tightly with both hands, and hugged himself who looked pitiful and helpless.

Regret, but can't say it.

As a fourth-level extraordinary person, McCalla did not resist them.

But after the two left McCalla and returned to the North, they felt more and more that this place was strange.

They couldn't tell what was strange, but they felt a strong sense of not adapting to the new environment. Their longing for McCalla even surpassed the idea of ​​"loyalty to the servant" that had been instilled in them since childhood.

This shameful betrayal should not have happened, but as the idea that "the Servant might return to McCala" emerged, the shame of this immoral betrayal gradually faded, and the idea took root and grew out of control, to the point where it has now become a confusion of "why hasn't the Servant returned to McCala yet?"

"What are they doing?"

Ying suddenly asked.

Ya looked up and found that the crowd was gathering in a certain direction in an unusual manner.

"That's the moving platform leading to the Shadow Temple. Strange, why are there so many people?"

He hurriedly stood up and grabbed a black-robed technician who was hurrying on the road.

The latter seemed very happy. After hearing the purpose of his visit, he said with great joy, "The notice issued by Lord Feodor said that it was the latest magic demonstration of the Institute. It was related to the future of warlocks. How could there not be many people?"

"A new magic demonstration?" Ya was surprised. "But don't new things usually have to be approved before being announced..."

"That's right, so those new things aren't that new when they're released. This time it's really new - just imagine, this thing is so new that it has to be released before it can be approved. What a sensational spell it must be! I'm going to hurry and grab a seat. Tickets are free, but seats are up for grabs!"

As he said this, he quickly squeezed into the crowd.

Although Ya was confused, the surging crowd did not allow him to think too much, so he quickly pulled his sister and squeezed in.

Why think so much? Just grab a seat first!
...

The True Shadow Temple, located directly below Nigglaser, was rarely so packed, with all eleven thousand seats filled.

Most of them were Nigolaser's original staff, and the rest were nobles and high-ranking officials who were close to the capital.

Many people speculated that this was just a gimmick to confuse the public and suppress the rumors of the undead in Helgeland City.

But when Feodor personally appeared on the stage and had four huge shadow essences brought onto the stage to build a shadow buffer wall, they realized the seriousness of the problem.

It looks like he is really going to perform a spell demonstration.

And they are four pieces of the highest quality shadow essence.

The usual amount is not even one-eighth of this.

After everything was arranged, Feodor didn't bother to be polite and shocked everyone with his words.

"The one who is in charge of the magic demonstration today is not me, but a guest from Macara. Please invite him to come on stage next."

Amid the applause, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared.

It was wrapped so tightly that not even a finger was visible, let alone the face.

Fyodor: "First, Shadow Bolt."

There was a sudden burst of whispers in the audience, which gathered together to form a buzzing sound.

Shadow Arrow?
Didn’t we agree on a demonstration of the latest magic?
What can Shadow Arrow demonstrate...

Under the influence of shadow, almost every ordinary adult Ness can fire a shadow arrow.

The only difference is that some people's brains will be tired all day long, while others will be fine.

"Please be quiet."

Feodor maintained order and then nodded slightly to Wei Dianyuan.

At this point, people from Northeast China are actually a little nervous.

He wasn't afraid of fighting monsters, but this performance was...

"Mr. Yu, what if my hands are shaking and I throw my skills into the audience?"

Da Huang: "It's okay, Brother Wei, I'm backstage, you can't hurt me."

Wei Dian Yuan: "Okay, okay, let's talk like this! I'll try to see if I can shoot through this wall!"

He raised the fire stick in his hand and pointed it at the buffer wall.

Da Huang: "No, no, no, Brother Wei, relax, the bad woman will definitely cover you up, come on, take a deep breath!"

Wei Dian Yuan: "Where the fuck do I have lungs?"

Even so, he imagined himself taking a deep breath with his nonexistent lungs.

Then, the perception roughly locked onto the audience below, gathering shadows, urine splitting... No, it was a spell splitting...

Finally, release!
Snatch, snatch, snatch--

The crisp sounds continued, and each V-shaped dart, whose energy was so condensed that it seemed to emit a metallic luster, actually pierced into the buffer wall, causing a layer of ripples.

The buffer wall will dissolve all pure shadow spells, and the dissolution speed depends on the density of the energy. However, the shadow arrow in front of him was nailed on it, making this wall, which should have been like a water curtain, look like a wooden board!
It wasn't until the eighteenth shadow arrow landed that the first one began to dissolve.

The key is not this, but the incredible speed and control!

The intervals between each V-shaped dart were exactly the same, and as the tip of the mysterious black-robed man's staff moved, the spell actually outlined a symbol on the buffer wall... V!

Combined with the news from Helgeland City, is this just some kind of coincidence?

The people in the audience were completely speechless, as if they were sitting in a car that could accelerate from 0.5 to km/h in seconds. The strong push from behind made them lose their ability to think and they could only watch the other party perform...

The crisp sound stopped, as if a song had ended.

Fyodor continued like a ruthless announcer: "Next, it's Shadow Javelin."

Snatch, snatch, snatch——

A new round of performances has begun.

...

In the corner, listening to the endless exclamations from the audience, Andre asked in a low voice: "Did you guess that this would happen?"

Siara shook her head.

"No, I was just following the instructions."

"What instructions?"

“When you don’t know what you can do for these guys, give them the most freedom, put them on the right stage, and be ready to clean up their messes—then, witness the magic.”

Andre seemed to be touched by these words and did not respond for a long time.

Looking back at Ciara's actions, she is indeed implementing this concept.

After she secured the status of "collaborator" for the two skeletons, the Nice people had to communicate with their partners and no longer just think about "I think, I want".

So Wei Dian Yuan put forward the point of view that "the exchange of combat skills is the key rather than material research."

Logically speaking, it would be a joke for two level five or six skeletons to say something like that.

But the deeds of the two in Hegland City could not be ignored, and coupled with the characters floating all over the room just now, everyone stopped looking down on them and sat back to watch V's performance.

What happened next was exactly the same as what happened on stage.

Even the seventh-level warlock couldn't help but admire the superb shadow arrow.

This can no longer be described as "textbook".

Rather than just spectators watching the fun, they, as experts, care more about the extreme simplicity and efficiency of the casting style.

This was a path they had once envisioned but ultimately abandoned - reducing the proportion of advanced spells and instead using cheaper but more effective low-level spells.

Because the construction of low-level spells is the foundation of everything and the most classic structure, the rest of the so-called advancements are just extensions and developments based on this.

But no one has spent a lifetime studying and simplifying basic spells, so that this path only exists on a theoretical level.

Now it has become a reality.

And it's a nearly perfect case.

Then comes the rift spell.

Compared to the shock brought by the two most basic spells, the performance of this skeleton named V in the field of rift spells is even more shocking!
This is an area that they have not yet had time to delve into in depth, but others have already reached the end!

This made them wonder what the soul fire that controlled this skeleton was...

And who was Heine?

It is undoubtedly a miracle that it could conquer the picky people of Nice so quickly.

Even though they had met in Yati Town, Andre never thought that V could do this.

Even the chief did not express any opinion.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask again: "But I still don't understand, aren't they free enough in Hegland City?"

Siara smiled and said, “At that time, their positions and identities were different. Their behavior seemed disorderly, but in fact it had a strong inertia. If you put aside the prejudice of ‘human domination’ and analyze it carefully, you can detect the source of power.”

Andre: “McCarla?”

Ciara: "No, it was Heine, the one who summoned them."

"I see……"

Andre sighed: "Compared to the unknown we are facing, the 'unknown' in Heine seems to be more mysterious."

Ciara smiled noncommittally.

On the stage, after two basic spells as warm-up, the highlight came on stage.

Rift spell.

If it was prepared for the spectators before, now it is for the professionals.

After the disaster, the temple laid a lot of groundwork for this type of spell related to strange beasts.

However, due to the relentless pursuit of necromancers in the past, people are very resistant to this kind of magic that is treacherous.

For example, after the secretly built research institute was destroyed, judging from the public's applause, most people were extremely opposed to this matter.

Therefore, there is strong resistance to spontaneous research on rift spells.

But if it is packaged as a "systematic foreign magic" and promoted, the resistance will be much smaller.

Moreover, this is also closely related to the bill amendments and publicity they will carry out in the future.

After a brief discussion, the institute has reached a consensus on the identities of the two skeletons - they are indeed undead creatures, but a completely new entry needs to be created.

It’s not the time to announce it at this stage, but there will be rumors in the near future.

This may be spontaneous or deliberate.

In any case, rumors will gradually become widespread knowledge and accepted by most people.

At that time, this new entry written into the new law, which is related to the Necromancer and deeply bound to Macara, can be gently announced.

"legend".

(End of this chapter)