The necromancer just wants to plant trees

Chapter 10 Bone Dragon? I already have it

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Thanks to the good stereotype image of the Necromancer and Matthew's superb acting skills.

He successfully entered the warlock camp.

But he didn't let down his guard.

From beginning to end.

He didn't even walk side by side with Finn or the big fat guy.

He mingled in the center of the skeleton soldiers' defense.

Follow them all the way.

The fat man named Angele became more and more disgusted with Matthew.

And Finn didn’t say much about it——

On the contrary, this is how a lone necromancer should behave.

Evil, mean, cunning, cautious.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

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The mouth of the valley is very narrow.

But the camp was surprisingly spacious.

Matthew found some scattered pottery and utensils inside——

These things are obviously not made by human hands.

"This was once the home of a group of lizard monsters."

He seemed to see the doubt in Matthew's eyes.

Finn explained with a warm smile:

"I originally wanted to invite them to join our cause, but unfortunately their shaman did not appreciate it, so I had to kill them all."

Matthew lowered his voice:

"It doesn't matter, they have the opportunity to contribute their own share."

Finn looked at the short skeletons among the skeleton soldiers.

There was a hint of approval in his eyes:

"Indeed, I have long wanted to find a necromancer to join my team. Unfortunately, the necromancers in White Rock City have their hands and feet sealed by "chains". They are too gentle, like wolf cubs raised in sheep pens all year round. Even if someone takes off the chains for them, what they get is just a dog. "

There was a hint of temptation in Finn's words.

The cunning warlock obviously did not let down his guard against Matthew.

Matthew replied disdainfully:

"The "Chains of Human Desire" cannot suppress the Necromancer's pursuit of the truth. You only see the surface of White Rock City. "

Finn smiled meaningfully:

"Maybe, it seems that you know Baiyan City better than me."

Matthew gave a mock snort.

He did not continue to dwell on this topic, but chose to take the initiative:

"Who is your sect master?"

The words fell.

The fat man Angele immediately came over angrily:

"You are offending my Lord's majesty!"

Matthew refused to give in:

"Oh, as far as I know, there are many swindlers in the outer plane. They are weak and pitiful but pretend to be omnipotent - Do you understand what I mean? Finn? You are not the first evil person I know. Magician."

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Warlock.

As the name suggests, this is a relatively evil profession.

A warlock's power usually comes from the overlord they serve.

Most of these sect masters are extraterrestrial beings from non-original planes and extremely powerful.

They may be goblins in the arcane wilderness, they may be great evil spirits from the lower planes, they may be dusk creations whose bodies are buried in the astral realm, or they may be gods sealed under the Bridge of All Living Beings.

A warlock's power depends on how much power his master can project on this plane and how much the latter favors the former.

usually.

It is impossible for the sect leader to make his magicians too weak.

But there are some exceptions.

Like Matthew just said.

The quality of the creatures in the outer plane varies greatly, and it is inevitable that among a group of macho men there will be a few pretenders.

Some warlocks were deceived by outer creatures and did not gain much power, but paid a lot of price.

Such examples are not uncommon.

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"You do have some insight."

Finn remained lifeless.

He said with a smile:

"It is not convenient for me to tell you the name of my lord for the time being, but as long as you join my order, everything you want to know will have the answer."

Not convenient to disclose?

Then we can rule out the ‘Void Lord Uclus’ mentioned in the secret letter.

Sometimes a warlock does things that are not pleasing to his overlord.

Rather, he was trying to please the people his master wanted to please.

"This shows that the status of the sect master behind him is not too high."

Matthew thought quickly.

He still maintains his sharp and mean attitude on the outside.

His eyes looked around:

"Your Order? With all due respect, these people don't look like they can accomplish anything. They don't seem to have faith in the Order."

There seemed to be about forty or fifty people inside and outside the camp.

This is already quite large for a team of warlocks.

But Matthew observed that these people did not seem to be fanatical cultists.

They looked lackluster.

Finn blinked:

"They are just some helpers I found in a hurry. Some of them are the exiled prisoners I bought from Black Lake Port, and the other part are the gangsters I recruited."

"It is reasonable for you to look down on them, but we will always need some characters like this in order to complete our career."

Matthew snorted, his disdain becoming more and more obvious:

"You'd better show some sincerity instead of wasting my time here!"

"Alright alright."

Finn spread his hands helplessly:

"I'll take you to meet someone. I'm going to hold a ceremony recently, and she is the most crucial part."

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Deep in the valley.

In a tall tent.

Matthew meets Sif.

This is a girl with brown hair and a pretty face. Her skin is very clean, with only one or two faint freckles on the left side of her nose, giving her a delicate and naughty look.

She was now wrapped in a thick blanket.

Appearing unconscious.

"Who is this girl?"

Matthew asked knowingly.

"The only daughter of the Xueqi family."

Finn raised his head proudly:

"You should know what kind of blood is flowing in her body..."

"As long as the ritual is successful, we can draw fire from the sky to destroy everything."

Matthew said nothing.

He really didn't know what was so special about the Blood Flag family's bloodline.

He tried to make some innuendo:

"How did you catch her?"

Finn did not get carried away:

"This is something you can only learn after joining the Order."

"How about it? Your Excellency, I have shown enough sincerity, but you didn't even tell me your name."

Matthew casually said:

"You can call me Roger."

"What can I gain by joining you?"

Finn nodded:

"It turns out to be Mr. Rogge."

"Our mission is to awaken the 'natural disaster' through a great ritual. Every time we succeed, our Lord will send down rewards and secrets. As long as you join us, you will also have a share of these graces."

"After you break through the fourth level, my Lord may give you a bone dragon."

Bone dragon?

I already have it.

Matthew thought to himself that this magician could draw cakes better than himself.

But on the surface, he still showed excitement:

"So what do I need to do?"

Finn's eyes flashed:

"A little test."

"Since you can kill Hessen, you must have mastered the "Death Canopy", right? "

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Death canopy.

Necromancer 12th level spell.

The effect is equivalent to a small-scale, weakened version of the "Undead Scourge"!

Where the canopy of death shrouds.

All living things will be quickly drained of life energy.

Then they were transformed into undead one by one.

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"I can."

Matthew frowned and said:

"But the effect of this spell is not very good. Even a disabled person has a chance to escape from the scope of the canopy by relying on his will to escape."

This is also the embarrassing part of the Death Sky.

Sounds awesome.

What a minor natural disaster of the undead.

But compared with the ubiquitous instant death judgment of the Undead Scourge, the killing efficiency of the Death Sky is appallingly low.

Even a necromancer who intends to kill innocent people would not learn this spell.

"What if they stand still and let you kill them?"

Finn said with a smile.

Matthew's heart moved and he nodded immediately:

"Of course you can."

"very good."

Finn opened the tent door and motioned for the two of them to go out.

Come outside the camp.

He shouted loudly:

"Angele! Call everyone over."

Immediately he looked at Matthew and whispered:

"Get your spells ready."

Matthew retorted:

"Are you crazy? Casting a spell in front of so many people, they will tear me apart!"

"No, trust me, they won't!"

Finn said firmly.

"You tampered with them..."

Matthew wondered:

"But why are you doing this? Although these people are all trash, they cost you a lot of money, right?"

"Your Excellency seems to have too many questions."

For the first time, Finn showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

While talking.

Everyone gathered.

Including the two guards who originally guarded the tent where Sif was.

Finn suddenly let out a sharp scream——

A short fifteen seconds later.

These people covered their heads in pain.

Then they knelt on the ground one after another.

at the same time.

Flagel-like filaments began to appear on the surface of their skin.

These gray filaments float in the air.

Exuding a strong evil aura!

…

"Insight: The magician Finn used 'trickery'!"

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"Let's get started, Mr. Rogge!"

Finn glanced at Matthew unkindly.

"Angele! Take that girl and prepare my carriage!"

He greeted again.

Matthew looked around.

He noticed that in addition to the big tent where Sif was imprisoned, there were many small tents in the valley.

These small tents are not designed to house people.

There seems to be something hidden inside.

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"Insight: You feel the strong aura of trickery. This is the method of 'crafty creation'"

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Creation of trickery.

Death canopy.

Matthew suddenly realized:

He wants to create a group of real evil spirits here!

It is different from the undead that are simply full of negative energy.

The 'evil spirit' with superimposed elements of trickery is a more terrifying and evil existence!

"You want to leave?"

Matthew took out his staff and looked directly at Finn.

"Yes, before you came, I received secret news - the reaction of the Blood Flag family was faster than I expected. It is a pity that I had to postpone the ceremony and abandon this stronghold."

Finn explained coldly:

"Their people are on their way, and of course I have to prepare some surprises for them."

"If you don't take action, then these trickery creations will only cause them a little trouble; but if real evil spirits can be created in the main material world, not only will the Blood Flag family suffer a big loss, but they may also To please my Lord.”

"Mr. Rogge, out of courtesy and respect, I have told you everything that should be said and what should not be said. Now... please don't let me down."

As he spoke, his right hand held the sword.

In his left hand, he held down a spell book engraved with an evil wolf head pattern.

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"That's it, I understand."

Matthew smiled softly, then raised the dead wood staff, and a low spell sounded.

Finn retreated to what he thought was a safe distance.

He stared at Matthew with a wary face.

Until that moment.

A strong warning surged into his heart!

"I forgot to tell you that although I am a necromancer, I am actually a good person."

Matthew smiled slightly:

"Besides, I already have the bone dragon."