Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey took Ash to take the sea boat of the Halrow Chamber of Commerce. About a week later, the Lambert family and members of the Necrotic Secretariat led by White and Black arrived lately in the northern wasteland. pioneer territory.

"Uncle Siris, am I right?" White led everyone down the huge alchemy vehicle and walked towards the towering territory gate, and introduced with a familiarity, "His Excellency Harvey's wizard territory, prosperous and The advanced level is comparable to that of the magic capital Alaya. "

The undead mage with a large and small bag behind him kept looking around, throwing eager and curious attention to the alchemy camel beasts that kept coming and leaving the city gate and the lightning magic vehicles.

Councillor Prael barely maintained the demeanor of a spellcaster and said lightly without looking at him: "Blake mentioned it to me in private that this Lord Harvey seems to be incognito and enter the Undead Academy to practice magic by forging his identity. It is said that his family background is mysterious and powerful, and has been entrenched in the northern wasteland and developed in a low-key manner..."

Honey ~

"Parliamentarians are careful!"

A sound of metal rubbing against the stone pavement suddenly came from behind him. White quickly pulled Councillor Prair with his hands, causing him to almost stagger to the ground.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry sir!" A half-beast soldier with green face and fangs slipped off the magic car and bowed repeatedly to apologize with shame. "This is the first time I'm driving a magic car out for business... I'm so anxious I forgot to slow down when I approach the city gate. Please do not complain to me at the military headquarters...I... I have very few discipline points left this month."

An alien beast?

Siris and Prael looked at each other, with a hint of anger on their faces, "Orc slave, why is your master not nearby? You actually let you manipulate such a dangerous alchemy instrument without authorization. It's not that you have from the magic lab Is it stolen?”

What master? What alchemy instruments? What stole it?

The half-beast soldier asked a question mark, but immediately caught the keyword in the other party's dialect - orc slave? Intersection Intersection

"Who do you think is a slave?" The soldier shook his straight military uniform, stared at his big copper bell's eyes, and his nostrils were squirming, and he was about to have an attack on the spot.

Sirius was not afraid at all, stepped forward to confront the orc, and shouted in a deep voice: "What? Does the lowly alien slave dare to hit the spellcaster in public? I'm looking for an unruly guy who is the mage who is kept by his captive. He asked in person!”

"I'll let your mother..." The soldier almost blurted out with a curse. Fortunately, he alertly glanced at the people watching the fun around him, and remembered the few discipline points left, and his face twitched and forced himself to endure it.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to pull the old guy who claimed to be a spellcaster, muttering, "Let's go! Come with me to the military headquarters! I want to complain about your insulting soldiers! Let the military chiefs come and comment. Review! ”

"Wait!" Two male policemen in gray uniforms and red armbands on their arms came to the city gate and shouted loudly to stop the upcoming farce.

The half-beast soldier glanced and immediately changed his face and muttered in a low voice: "It's so unlucky! Why did the traffic police from the Police Department patrol the city gate?"

The policeman Red Armored Banner took the military ID handed over by the soldier with a stern face and glanced briefly and said, "Mr. Private, are you not clear about the newly issued traffic regulations? The roads near the city gate are not allowed. Driving a magic motorcycle at speeds above second gear!”

The soldier blushed and said yes, but he still received a fresh ticket from the policeman with a desperate look on his face.

"Please take your magic bike with us and go to the patrol station on the corner to pay the fine and verify the deduction record."

The half-beast soldier walked up to help his magic car with a dejected head. When he passed by Siris, he approached the other person's ear and muttered angrily, "I'm not a slave! Hum!"

...

After the onlookers gradually dispersed, White whispered to the two leaders of the organization: "We are new to us, so we should not easily conflict with these people in uniform clothing... When I came here last time, I found that these people should They are all wizards of Lord Harvey, mixed with a large number of powerful blood warriors, and equipped with special offensive magic weapons..."

Siris was shocked and secretly thanked that he did not teach the other party on the spot. He was just a high-level undead mage with magic power. It was really easy to face the guy who was suspected of a blood warrior without preparation. At a loss.

Member Prael asked in a low voice: "How many blood warriors have Mr. Harvey raised?"

White shook his head helplessly, "You should have sensed just now that there are a lot of blood energy fluctuations in the soldiers coming and going and the city guards patrolling back and forth at the city gate, but I really don't know the specific number..."

The fluctuations in magic and energy nearby are too complicated and strong, and it is impossible to tell how powerful the guy rushes to his face is.

"Is this Excellency Harvey's family background so powerful? Why have I never heard of it before... There is such an ancient wizard family entrenched in the northern wasteland?"

At this time, Black, who rushed to the city gate to learn about the situation, hurriedly returned, "Everyone, the people sent by His Excellency Harvey to welcome us are waiting in front of us now. Let's go and meet them!"

Everyone walked quickly to the city gate and found a "giant" wearing a luxurious golden silk cloak and a height of nearly two meters. At this moment, they were standing straight not far away, with the face covered by the cloak. Next, a pair of crimson eyes were staring at them with bright eyes.

"You are the guests invited by the Lord, right? Welcome to the Northern Wasteland!" The giant took off the hood covered by his head, revealing a terrifying and strange metal head. "I am the Lord's Chief Consultant, please Just call me Asdaren.”

Prael's heels were welded to the ground and usually did not dare to take a step forward. He murmured in surprise: "Own... possessing the wise, refining... alchemy creatures?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Siris was also inexplicably shocked. The MP Prael, who was shaking with one hand, subconsciously wanted to take out magic weapons from his arms to defend himself. This time they set out, but they abandoned all the living zombies and the ones who were on to ensure their safety. There is no one around the corpse puppet.

Asdaren smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to be so surprised. If I remember correctly, Lord Lord should have told you before that there was an experiment on the fusion of soul transfer and alchemy creation... And I am the masterpiece completed by Lord himself. .”

White and Black had a meeting with the strange chief gentleman before. Although they were still a little shocked, they quickly stood up and actively eased the atmosphere.

"Uncle Siris, Councillor Prael, this chief gentleman is indeed the soul creation of His Excellency Harvey. He himself was indeed a living human spellcaster before, but he had to change after some fatal accident. In this way, the patriarch's subsequent recovery plan will be carried out in this form... At least we can see Mr. Asdaren, we can confirm that this soul experiment is mature and has a very high success rate."

Asdaren nodded and agreed, but then added with a reserved sentence: "Revise Mr. White's statement, it is not that the success rate is extremely high, but that Lord Lord has never failed in this experiment... By the way, Another thing to be explained...I was not a human spellcaster during my lifetime, but a blood clan."

After saying that, he stretched out his long metal arms and said gracefully to everyone who was stunned on the spot: "So everyone, please follow me!"