Ethan’s Fantasy Drift

“What is the priest of the Rasma religion?”

Accepting the commission of Isandra, Ethan with the letter has been thinking about this problem all the way. His understanding of the dark world is only a superficial one, he has no idea what kind of existence this Rasma religion is.

According to the clues provided by Ishandra, after Ethan left the camp, he followed a path to the north and searched.

Said it is a small road, in fact, because there are more people walking, the road is slightly smoother, and it also plays a role in guiding the direction.

In this world with underdeveloped technology, after losing your way in the wild, the most reliable way is to find such a road, and then choose any direction along the road to go straight, you can always see the town.

There is another advantage of walking along the road, that is, relatively speaking, there will be fewer monsters. Especially the Wire-haired Mouse and Sinking Demon, which made Ethan very afraid, these two monsters are rarely seen on the road. The slow-moving zombie I encountered the most was still very few. Even if I encounter a few, Ethan’s current ability is sufficient.

“According to Ishandrola, I walked north along this road for about three days and I was able to see that priest. If I didn鈥檛 meet it, I could go straight back. After two days, let alone the priest of the Rasma religion, I didn鈥檛 even see a silhouette.”

At the same time, the erosion of Power of Darkness is getting more and more severe, compared to Ethan who just came to this World. At that time, even during the day, the entire sky was dark, there was not much sunlight, and the air was full of energy that made Ethan uncomfortable.

After staying in this environment for a long time, as his spirit strength gradually improves, he always has an impulse to absorb energy into himself within the body and transform it into magical power.

“Although for the mage, as long as it is energy, it can be used as magic power… But this powerful negative energy will definitely have a considerable impact.” Ethan carefully recalled those who could not bear the power. The temptation of power, the miserable end of the wizard who used some negative energy, tried to control his impulse: “Uncontrollable power, no matter how strong it is, it does not belong to me.”

Ethan took a deep breath, and then spit out all the breath, as if he was using this method to strengthen his heart.

As he was about to move forward, Ethan suddenly noticed a few skeletons wandering not far ahead.

“Skeleton soldiers?”

These skeletons all carried bony long knives, and then three or two gathered together, cruising back and forth according to a specific pattern.

“It’s a bit strange…”

Ethan cautiously approached a little, and then found more skeleton soldiers cruising at the end of his line of sight.

“There are a lot of them. I rushed over to bring about one’s own destruction.”

Retreating decisively, in order to avoid being noticed by the skeleton soldiers, Ethan slowed down. Little by little retreats, while observing all around what is suitable for hiding.

There is an open area nearby, and there is no dead tree with all its leaves missing.

Just when Ethan was scolding bad luck in his heart, the skeleton soldiers discovered his existence. The strange thing is that the skeleton soldiers rushed over in a swarm, instead of quickly concentrating in one place.

What surprised him even more was that one of the skeleton soldiers closest to him not at all moved, but instead beckoned at himself.

“Uh…that should be beckoning, right?”

Ethan was a little confused, did he encounter a wise skeleton soldier? Can’t you meet someone who crosses into a skeleton?

Ethan, who was hesitating whether to continue to leave or to observe and observe again, soon won’t have to worry about it. A man wearing black and white color matching clothes slowly appeared in Ethan’s sight.

Furthermore, with a gesture of the man, the skeleton beckoning to himself instantly dispersed, and then slowly disappeared.

“Necromancer?”

This style of Ethan is too familiar, as one of the five major optional professions in Diablo 2world, Ethan has also played this profession.

“Those skeletons are his summon things!”

It’s no wonder that these skeletons’ actions are so “strange”. They should be on guard just now to protect the Necromancer who is resting.

Since it is Necromancer, it should be trusted… right?

There is no way. Although Necromancer is very popular among game fans, if it is put in the real world, such a mage who plays with corpses and souls will not be in touch with the justice camp.

It doesn’t seem appropriate to turn around and run. Who makes him remember that there is Necromancer in the game’s initial career? According to the official plot, it is also one of the heroes who saved the world. So we still have to make some contact to make judgments, but we need to stay alert.

“Hello, young traveler, I am the priest Zul of the Rasma Cult. I feel the breath of an acquaintance from you. Did she ask you to come to me?”

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With a period of study and spirit strength, Ethan’s memory has been greatly strengthened. Now although he can only use some words and short sentences, he cannot talk to people in long and long paragraphs, but he has the ability to listen. It has been greatly improved, and most of the conversations can be understood without barriers.

The content of the words made him dazed for a moment, only then realized that the Necromancer in front of him was actually the priest he was looking for.

“There is nothing wrong with this?”

The hilt of the sword was still not released, Ethan took out the letter in his arms with his left hand: “You are pulling Sima priest? Isandra鈥檚 friend?”

When I heard Ishandra鈥檚 name, Zul was nodded first, but then shook the head again: “I just saw Ishandra In the past, we are not friends. But we now have a common goal, so we can barely be called partners. Before, we agreed that if someone finds a clue and cannot be Avatar to notify the other party, we will send a letter with himself A spiritual imprint letter.”

Hearing this, Ethan passed the letter in his hand. He really didn’t expect Necromancer to be that priest. He always felt that this style of painting was not right.

Seemingly aware of his question, Zul looked at the letter Ishandrola wrote to himself and explained his identity at the same time-he had encountered similar misunderstandings many times, not at all Thinking of it, he even promoted the doctrine of Rasma.

It turns out that the Necromancer of this World is quite different from the Necromancer that Ethan originally knew.

They are a sect that a few people believe in. The core doctrine is to seek the balance of everything.

From a doctrinal point of view, they belong to the absolutely neutral camp.

The magic used by the priests of Rasma is not Evil Power, but the original magic based on the energy that exists in all things themselves. In fact, this World uses this kind of energy for sects or many ethnic groups. , The typical example is the Amazon Warrior.

Using the original magic and chasing the power to find the balance between life and death, Rasma taught priests have the ability to manipulate undead creatures. It is for this reason that most people generally have Prejudice, and at the same time classify many spells they use as’black’ magic.

“In fact, this is not right, and it is not rigorous.”

Necromancer, who was originally very cold, turned into a chatter when he mentioned his beliefs, and rushed to Ethan popular science. After reading a lot of the teachings of the Rasma religion, the magic they used was simply and rudely classified as black magic.

“We can discuss this matter later, Ishandrola asked me to take you to Camp Rogge.”

Speaking of business affairs, Zul finally stopped talking. He talked, and then put Ishandrola鈥檚 letter properly away: “The letter said that she got some clues at Camp Rogge that the rise in Power of Darkness was related to a mysterious person, and she also discovered that the blood wasteland was gathering. A large number of dark creatures, and even Andariel still occupied the fortress, blocking the road to the east.”

Zul paused, and it seemed that he was also nodded by the information: “No matter From any point of view, I need to go to Camp Rogge.”

Turning my head and looking at Ethan: “youngster, Ishandrola said that you are trying to improve your spirit strength to become A mage?”

“Yes.” In fact, Ethan himself doesn’t know if he can successfully become a mage, but the various’learning materials’ he collects now are all in the direction of the mage. .

“Should you consider joining the Rasma Cult?”

After a while, Zul started preaching again. It is a pity that since he learned about the Necromancer of the dark world, who is actually a group of Puritan cultivator of painstaking cultivation, he has lost interest in this profession.

“No, I think it’s better to go on the road that I choose, and swing left and right, but there will be no future.”

didn’t expect such a sentence The words drew praise from Zul instead.

“That’s right, young apprentice mage, if you can have such an idea, I think the day when you become an official mage is not far away.”

Look at Ethan’s thin body.

“However, in the current dangerous environment, you need to improve your self-protection ability as soon as possible, otherwise you may not be able to hold on to the day when you become a mage. Now that your spirit strength cannot be improved quickly, you You can consider improving your fighting ability.”

Ethan nodded, but then he realized that there seemed to be something wrong? Why is this priest disgusting himself with the five scums, and wants to give some guidance on his posture?

Does he think he is also a member of the squad against the dark demons? And instead of pointing magic, but pointing melee what the hell is that? Sure enough, to become a mage, the first element is to become a melee master first?

“Well, you are telling me to fight close?”

“Why? Do you think I can’t tell you?” Ethan only thinks saw a flash, he still has Zul, two steps away, was already standing in front of him, and at the same time a cold dagger was tightly pressed against his neck: “You know, as a priest of the Rasma religion, melee combat is a must. Course.”

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