Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

A middle-aged man with short dark red hair and a sturdy and tall figure walked slowly out of the continental teleportation array of the Federation branch in the Barkley Capital, carrying a delicate suitcase.

"Master Holden, hello!" A waiter in a wizard apprentice uniform came forward and bowed to the other party, "The branch president learned of your itinerary and asked me to wait here in advance..."

Fer Holden waved his hand impatiently, "I don't have time to waste time communicating with that guy Zaralos. Hasn't he been humiliated enough by me at the Academic Court Council of Alaye last year?"

He walked out quickly with his suitcase, and the waiter followed with a red face, "Master Holden, the branch president just wants to invite you to dinner..."

"No need, I need to fast and avoid alcohol recently, and those luxurious seafood, game, delicacies and wines will be left to Zaralos to enjoy."

After saying that, he walked out of the building of the Federation branch without looking back, leaving the waiter standing at the door with a messy look.

A affairs commissioner came forward and looked at the back of Fer who quickly got on the carriage in confusion.

"Master Holden, is there any urgent business in Barkley's capital?"

"I don't know, but don't ask around. The itinerary sent by the headquarters is sealed with a confidentiality seal."

...

Fell sat in the Federation's special carriage, closing his eyes and resting without saying a word.

The destination of the carriage was a beautiful manor located on the outskirts of the capital, which was also a residence specially set up by the Federation for high-level spellcasters to visit.

As long as they are high-level spellcasters who work or are in the Federation, they can directly choose to stay in the manor under the name of the Federation, whether they are on official assignment or traveling to any country in the southern continent.

Even if the real purpose of Fair's visit was to fight for others, he still had to do what he should do. All the itineraries were recorded in the Federation's register, which could also avoid many subsequent disputes and troubles.

Although he was famous for his bad temper in the Federation, Fair still couldn't do such a stupid thing as getting out of the teleportation array and flying directly to the Barkley Royal Cathedral to hit someone on the head with a seven-ring fire explosion.

As far as he knew, there was more than one high-ranking priest in Barkley.

After arriving at the Spellcaster Manor, Fair was led by the waiter into a luxurious and spacious suite. In addition to the bedroom and living room, it was even equipped with a small magic laboratory and study.

He put down the small suitcase he had been carrying and gently turned the lock with the reinforced seal magic on it.

This time he didn't bring anything with him. The box only contained a few sharp-edged and crystal-clear fire element magic stones, high-level and high-quality disposable things, the kind that he didn't want to take back after bringing them here.

There was also a tracking magic stone, which was a rare thing made by the Alchemy Exploration Society. After recording the target image, it can lock the opponent within a certain range, but it will immediately become invalid if it exceeds the range.

Finally, there was a rather strange-shaped branch, like a charred branch that was repeatedly burned by a fierce fire. This was what Fair really cherished - his magic amplification artifact "Burning Tree".

Most of the elemental spellcasters who have reached the level of Fel actually don't pay much attention to the use of magic tools and other things to increase their combat power and magic power. After all, their magic patterns are almost full of powerful spell models, and they have almost reached the top ability to cast spells instantly with just their thoughts.

But Fel is an outlier. He is not a research-type spellcaster who has always been engaged in spell analysis. Before he was forty years old, he was a spellcaster who had been stationed in the Evil Moon Mountains for a long time and frequently fought with demon spellcasters in the mage war group all day long.

So he especially loves the high-yield and high-density spell-washing tactics. Even if he fights alone, he doesn't forget to put on a bunch of spell-amplifying effects on himself. When the enemy just throws out the first instant spell, he throws a bunch of pyroblasts, dragon flames, scorching fire, and fire crows at the enemy's face.

In order to allow himself to happily engage in spell battles with the enemy, he also spent several years collecting a lot of very rare magic materials and made a certain degree of anti-magic transformation on his body, which made him stand out among the weak spellcasters of the Federation.

After all, most battle mages can't do what he did, waving sandbag fists with blazing effects, rushing to the front of the demon priests, and fighting passionately with each other in close combat.

...

Dongdongdong! A gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Fair closed the suitcase and walked to the door to turn the handle.

"Mr. Astrologer? No, are you his friend?"

The visitor saluted with an elegant gesture, then walked sideways into Fair's room.

This time, the offline revenge action for "Storm Walker" was witnessed by Mr. Turing, and the participants signed identity confidentiality agreements, so there was no need to be afraid of exposing their identities.

The friend of this "astrologer" happened to be a local spellcaster in Barkley, but his identity was kept secret, and Fell was too lazy to find out.

"You can call me the Eye of Illusion, haha, Mr. Son of Flame, I will also have the honor of joining the spellcaster forum soon, and look forward to communicating with you in the forum..."

Fell curled his lips, and it turned out that he was also a guy waiting in line to join the club.

No mistakes in one post, one content, one book, one forum, 6, 9, and one post!

He then put on the airs of an initial member of the forum and said modestly with a little pride: "Joining the forum is not an easy thing. Your invitation guarantor will pay a huge price, and it also needs to be unanimously approved by the administrator and all members of the forum."

Mr. "Eye of Illusion" seemed to have a very mild temper. He did not feel offended by Fair's words at all. Instead, he answered quite sincerely: "Indeed, I participated in this action to express my goodwill to all members."

Fair nodded and said frankly: "There is another forum member who will participate in this matter, Mr. Mithril Unicorn. I haven't received his message yet. I don't know if he can meet us on time."

Hearing this, Eye of Illusion immediately raised his left hand to show Fair a sea blue ring on his ring finger.

"Storage Ring?" Fair was stunned for a moment. Is this guy showing off his property to me?

"Mr. Mithril Unicorn, strictly speaking, has already met with me..." He winked humorously.

Fair was confused and didn't understand the hidden meaning of his words.

The Eye of Illusion smiled and drove the magic power, casting a half-human-high silver-white metal jar from the storage ring. It was densely engraved with magic inscriptions that were constantly changing, but the strange thing was that the jar itself did not have any magic fluctuations.

"Hiss~ What the hell is this?" Feier stared at the jar device on the ground and turned it around a few times but could not see any clues.

The Eye of Illusion smiled and explained: "This is the help provided by Mr. Unicorn, and it is also our greatest reliance for this operation-the anti-forbidden magic spell array."