The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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"Faded Dragon?"

There was a solemn look in Matthew's eyes.

This guy is one of the four giants in the ancient land, on equal footing with the Beholder Sword Master, God Eater Queen and the Final Giant.

Unexpectedly, the second ticket would fall into his hands.

However, Matthew could only see the shadow of the Fading Dragon himself next to the silver pillar rising into the sky.

But the God Eater Queen and the Final Titan were not seen.

I don't know where the two of them went.

Considering that Tyrast appeared with the Beholder Sword Master, those who were originally with him were also missing.

Matthew suspected that during the process of entering the Blood Drinking Mountain.

There was a wave of friction between Tyrast and his group and the powerful men from the Ancient Land.

Most of the people then dispersed from one another.

But there is a high probability that they have all entered the ancient city of Krafa, and may appear next to the whirlpool competing for tickets to the Lost Paradise at any time.

pity.

Tyrast is currently fighting a fierce battle in the Kingdom of Darkness.

The Beholder Sword Master is also comprehending the true meaning of Tyrast's swordsmanship.

Matthew had no way of testing his suspicions.

From another perspective, the second ticket appeared faster than Matthew expected.

No one knows if a third ticket will appear immediately.

This means Paradise Lost could open at any time.

The atmosphere in the ancient city of Krafa will also become more tense and intense.

Everyone is waiting for that moment.

But no one can know the specific information about the third ticket.

Everything can only wait for the arrival of fate.

It depends a bit on luck.

"It's not necessarily luck. If my guess is correct, then everyone came here under the call of Lost Paradise."

"The spirit of the Lost Paradise must have some prior understanding of everyone."

"Even more extreme, he may have already had a standard answer in his mind for who will be selected to enter Paradise Lost. It's just that due to the rules, he needs to go through some procedures..."

Matthew thought calmly.

He recalled the scene when he was talking to the little boy, although the other person seemed very reluctant and said very mean words when handing him the golden ticket.

But judging from the results.

The golden ticket fell into his own hands.

Although Matthew gave away the tickets again, the power to decide the ownership of the tickets was still in his hands.

This is actually a hint.

"If I thought too much, then the ticket fell into my hands for a time, which in itself shows that I am the person chosen by fate..."

Matthew had a feeling.

Since the equilibrium node was solidified in his body, his luck seems to be getting better and better.

He also always makes more correct judgments.

He even had such an illusion——

It’s not that you make a decision to suit your destiny by observing the equilibrium nodes;

It is precisely because I made such a choice that the long river of fate flows in the direction I chose...

It seems to be a little swollen.

Matthew took a deep breath and quickly dispelled the illusion that "everything was under control" in his mind.

"So what if you're lucky? If you don't have enough strength, why don't you just give up the ticket to Terraste?"

"Although Tyrast will most likely not treat him badly, the final decision-making power can only be handed over to others..."

Think about it this way.

Matthew's thoughts became calm again.

"Human beings are indeed creatures that are easily complacent. They are so powerful..."

He couldn't help but laugh to himself.

But he also knew very well that it was impossible not to be distorted by extraordinary power.

As long as you exercise appropriate restraint, you can keep possible deviations within an acceptable range.

Moderation is a key element.

It is a symbol of people's control of extraordinary power, otherwise they will get lost in the power itself and gradually lose all humanity.

And besides moderation.

Matthew once worried whether his methods were becoming more and more evil——

Soul Siphon, Dark Servant, Blood Evaporation, Quinlan Blood Book...

In the eyes of ordinary people, these abilities or spells are out-and-out standard equipment for villains.

They look so evil and powerful.

As if the very existence of these means is a sin.

But when Matthew asked himself, "Have I done something wrong?", the answer he got was of course no.

"There is no need to care about other people's eyes, just focus on what you want to do."

He collected himself.

Then he took out a blank sheepskin scroll and spread it out on the workbench that was summoned at random.

Then Matthew took a quill and dipped it in ink made from the blood of the flying dragon.

He quickly wrote lines of magic words on the scroll.

These magical words form an oval-shaped logo.

The middle of the oval is blank.

finally.

Matthew wrote the following four words in the blank space——

control;

mercy;

tolerant;

peaceful.

The next second.

He recited the spell silently, and the four words emitted a strong and dazzling magical light.

Immediately afterwards.

The scroll burned automatically and turned into wisps of faint fragrance, which lingered around Matthew.

He felt his mood became more peaceful.

Areas that had been shaking slightly before have become stable again.

"Psychic spells are still somewhat useful..."

A few minutes later.

Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead and realized that he had passed another small difficulty without realizing it.

This little trick in the field of illusion is considered by mages to be one of the typical deceptions.

Matthew had also felt that this spell had no effect before.

But this time.

But he unexpectedly felt the power that inspired his heart.

It was that power that made him calmer and repaired some minor mental wounds.

“The mind is powerful, just as faith is powerful.”

"Magics don't pay attention to their hearts, they can't explore spiritual energy, and their awareness of the spiritual world only stays at the level of illusion and divine magic. This is somewhat of a pity..."

Matthew thought quietly.

on the data column.

…

"Hint: You have withstood the slight backlash from the authority of the "Tauren Lord".

Your control over the tauren realm and its associated powers grows ever deeper!

You have successfully transformed a legendary strongman into your slave. With the help of more factors, your tauren authority has been optimized as follows——

1. Immobile: The effects of all your immobilizing spells or abilities are increased by 50%;

The effectiveness of all control spells or abilities is increased by 20%.

2. Domain penetration: The speed and depth of the Tauren domain's penetration into other domains have been significantly improved.

3. Strengthen your will: Your ability to resist the invasion of other people's realms is greatly improved.

Tip: The authority of the Tauren Lord resonates strongly with the soul realm.

You have gained the authority derived ability "Soul Pulse"!

Soul Pulse: Creates a vortex of negative energy directed at the soul, and then the center of the vortex emits three rounds of pulse ripples to the surroundings.

The unit hit by the pulse ripple will have part of its soul sucked into the magic ball at the center of the vortex. The more people who endure the pulse ripple, the more souls will be sucked in.

The orb will last for 30~180 seconds.

During this period, you can choose two actions -

1. Detonate the orb: All units whose souls are sucked will suffer varying degrees of soul trauma, and their souls will suffer the "vulnerable" effect for a period of time.

That is, when you use abilities or spells such as "Soul Siphon, Spirit Piercing, Bone Crushing Wail", their souls will suffer an additional 50% damage.

Used in conjunction with the authority of the soul realm, it will produce stronger effects.

2. Exile the orb: You can exile the orb to any visible range. All units will be forced to move a certain distance towards the place where the orb is. After that, they must get close to the orb as quickly as possible to retrieve their souls. Participate, or they will suffer the equivalent of "detonating the orb."

Warning: Your soul realm has slightly shrunk and collapsed, and part of it has been occupied by the tauren realm.

Warning: Your tauren authority is invading more territories! "

…

"Soul Pulse is a good ability."

"But the tauren realm seems to be becoming more and more domineering."

Through perception.

Matthew can see that his own tauren domain is now like an old tree with entangled roots. Its root system has been deeply inserted into other domains and has a tendency to spread in all directions.

Thanks to this.

The authority of the Lord of the Tauren is also pierced everywhere.

Elements in all fields are now slowly concentrating on the tauren field.

This is actually not a good phenomenon!

Because in comparison, the balanced field that exists at the bottom of all fields seems a bit too weak.

At least in front of the tauren realm.

Equilibrium is nothing at all!

"My domain system is out of balance..."

Matthew realized the seriousness of the situation.

Mainly because he didn't expect that the tauren field would develop so fast!

fine.

This field is currently only owned by him.

Even if there are signs of imbalance, as the master of the domain, he can easily regain authority and avoid the opponent's backlash.

But take a long-term perspective.

This is always a concern.

"There is no problem with the framework of the Tauren realm overriding all realms."

"Today, this field has nothing to do with the 'tauren'. It is the king of the field that integrates my will."

"The only thing that needs to be solved is the problem of over-penetration. Because there is a lack of opponents that can balance it, it is not only difficult to support other fields to fight it, but it is also not good for my own future development."

Matthew's mind was spinning rapidly.

The best way is to continue to strengthen the balanced area, and then lead other areas to resist the invasion from the tauren.

This kind of resistance is not in an absolute sense, but a kind of resistance that resists and welcomes, and seems to be non-existent.

It can promote common progress in all fields to a certain extent.

But it is not that easy to improve the balance field.

Matthew has reached a bottleneck in writing balanced contracts.

Want to go further.

The most intuitive and simple method is to increase the level of the Balance Messenger.

And want to achieve this goal.

The twisted book of balance in Sen'er's hand is indispensable.

The thought of seeking skinship with Sener.

Matthew had a headache.

This guy really has no credibility at all. The only good news is that he was injured by himself.

This shows that the legendary rogue still has great limitations.

Just do it right.

Matthew still has a chance to get the book from the other party.

Between thoughts.

Matthew quickly turned back to the Beholder Sword Master to take a look.

The sword master was safe and sound.

at the same time.

There was extremely strong phase power rippling around him——

The phase power that overflowed when Tyrast drew his sword seemed to be sucked into the side by the Beholder Sword Master.

This was the first time Matthew felt such a deep phase aura.

He tried to understand its meaning.

But he soon realized that he was wishful thinking.

"Sure enough, ether and phase are incompatible."

Matthew felt a little regretful.

Immediately, he couldn't help but urge A Bing:

"How about you also go and understand it?"

A Bing was stunned for a moment.

Immediately.

There was a confused look on his stupidly beautiful face.

However, he still followed Matthew's instructions and came to sit down cross-legged next to the Beholder Sword Master.

soon.

A Bing closed his eyes and his breath became very peaceful.

Matthew observed for a while and couldn't help but ask Peggy:

"Do you think he's enlightened?"

Peggy glanced at A Bing who was motionless:

"he has slept."

Matthew: "..."

Sure enough, even after becoming a double-sword sage, A Bing's intelligence still cannot be trusted!

Matthew checked his surroundings.

Then he thought that the time was almost up, so he followed the direction sensed by "Quinlan Blood Book" and walked over slowly.

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The edge of the market area.

Next to a half-collapsed troll statue.

Little Ingram looked gloomily at the Black Dragon Legion that had surrounded him.

now.

The scales on all the black dragons opened upward, and bursts of white steam came out from inside.

Their eyeballs were more swollen than before and filled with a lot of bloodshot eyes.

The black dragons also panted more violently than usual.

for this anomaly.

Little Ingram is all too familiar——

This is how Ordesia burns the vitality of the black dragons through secret methods, thus greatly enhancing their combat effectiveness and mobility!

He knew how much Ordesia loved her children.

In the past.

Not until the last resort.

She would never use this secret method of fishing from the lake.

But now.

In order to catch up with herself and contain herself, she did this without hesitation!

Little Ingram's chest felt as if a big stone was pressed on his chest.

He felt a little out of breath.

What's more terrible is.

He could feel that the Blood Angel was constantly draining his mana and concentration!

This made him appear particularly passive when facing Ordesia's attack.

The huge sense of crisis made him go a little crazy:

"Why?"

"Why are you chasing me so hard?"

"Have you forgotten, we were companions who fought side by side!"

He couldn't help but asked loudly.

Ordesia looked at the other party with cold eyes.

She didn't answer Little Ingram's words, she just ordered her black dragons to launch an even more fierce attack!

"I know you are not really controlled by him!"

Little Ingram shouted at the top of his lungs:

"It was he who gave you the order to hunt me down, right?"

"He controlled your soul, and that's why you did such a crazy thing."

"It must be... it must be!"

"There must be some way to circumvent his control over you..."

However, I heard this.

The mother of the black dragon, who always had a straight face, actually opened her mouth on her own initiative.

She said calmly:

"No, it's not."

"He didn't give me any instructions."

"I volunteered to hunt you down."

Little Ingram suddenly showed an expression of disbelief:

"Why?"

"Can't you just let me go?"

"I will find a way to save you until Ulmas..."

His words were interrupted mercilessly by Ordesia:

"Put away your pretentious pretense!"

"You can't save anyone!"

"You can't protect anyone!"

"Leon is dead, my soul is almost permanently banished, and your so-called blood angel was beaten to death by an old elf man!"

"I really shouldn't believe your nonsense."

"Face your fate, little Ingram, you're a loser!"

Little Ingram's face showed strong unwillingness.

But at this time.

Ordesia suddenly roared, and red flames ignited on her body, followed by her signature magic-sealing ball and the coordinated attack of the four most powerful black dragons!

A large hole was torn open in the elemental army's defense line.

Even if there are great elemental elders trying to make up for it.

But in the face of the Black Dragon Mother's attack as if she was ready to die.

The elemental beings retreated.

five minutes later.

A headless corpse fell to the ground in disgrace.

But his head was held in mid-air by Ordesia's hair with one hand.

Tick ​​tock.

The blood fell as accurately as a timed drop of water.

However, even if the family is separated.

Little Ingram did not die immediately.

He just stared at those eyes and murmured as if he was still alive and asked:

"Why?"

"Why?"

Looking at that handsome but pitiful face.

A rare tenderness flashed across Ordesia's cold face.

She bent down and whispered in his ear:

"do you know?

I once liked you——

I like your high spirits.

I like your great ambitions.

I also like the gentle and domineering look in your eyes when you secretly look at me..."

Hear this.

Little Ingram seemed to come alive.

But his eyes soon became extremely vicious:

"Why?"

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

Ordesia gently stroked his head, and then buried it firmly in her chest, as if whispering to her lover:

"Because you have seen me in my most embarrassing and humble state."

"Do you know? When I was exiled, how much I wished that the person who appeared in front of me was you, but it's a pity..."

"If you can kill Matthew, then I'm yours."

"Otherwise, this is the ending. I will kill you and become Matthew's person... No, I am already his, haven't you understood?"

As she spoke, she chuckled:

"There is only one person in this world who can witness my weakness and humility."

"Now, that person is Matthew."

"So, you must die..."

The next second.

She made claw-like movements on the left and right sides, pressing on little Ingram's facial features, and black lines spread out from her palms.

Little Ingram howled violently for a while.

Then there was no sound.

After doing all this, Ordesia stood there blankly.

A tear fell on little Ingram's head.

She wiped her tears with an unnatural smile on her face.

But the next second.

The head in her arms actually moved!

Ordesia lowered her head in surprise.

But they found that not only the head, but also the headless body of little Ingram stood up from the ground!

After a while.

She belatedly looked to the side.

over there.

The handsome and somewhat incredible necromancer was walking towards her.

Do not know why.

A slightly sickly blush appeared on Ordesia's face, which had just wiped away her tears.

But soon.

She realized with dismay.

Matthew's attention was not on her.

It seems that compared to myself.

Matthew is more concerned about...

Ingram Jr.?

Ordesia couldn't help biting her lip, she glared at Matthew hatefully, and then silently stepped aside.

Matthew was indeed more concerned about the state of little Ingram's body.

Because when he used the summoning of the dead to resurrect little Ingram, he unexpectedly discovered that the other party's soul had disappeared!

But very quickly.

Matthew successfully found the other party's soul hidden in a Horcrux he carried with him——

This may be difficult for ordinary necromancers.

But for Matthew, who has balanced perception, it is as simple as going home for dinner.

soon.

He extracted the other party's soul from the Horcrux.

"let me go!"

"You have already taken possession of my body, do you still want to blaspheme my soul?"

Young Ingram glared at Matthew.

Matthew raised his eyebrows:

"Given your current situation, do you think it's appropriate to continue yelling at me?"

Little Ingram said bitterly:

"Then don't expect me to give in to you like that bitch!"

"I should have seen through her nature."

"She is Bichi who can do anything she wants. Just wait and see, sooner or later, she will betray you without hesitation..."

Ordesia's face turned pale.

But under Matthew's shock, she didn't dare to make any overstep.

Matthew said calmly:

"I don't deny that I have some interest in you."

"But that doesn't mean you can squander my patience at will."

"Listen, I have a soul contract here..."

But he wasn't done yet.

A small crack appeared in the back of little Ingram's soul.

Whoosh!

There was a huge attraction coming from the crack, and it sucked most of his soul in!

"No, no, no, save me!"

Little Ingram seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and the facial features in his soul were instantly distorted into a ball:

"I sign, I sign!"

"Give me the contract! You are my master...ah!"

The words have not yet finished.

His soul was completely sucked into the crack.

Immediately afterwards.

Even Matthew and Ordesia were seriously affected!

Fortunately, Matthew responded very quickly.

He held the divinity steady with one hand, picked up the killing sword with the other, and stabbed towards the crack!

The latter shrank violently and then disappeared immediately.

Matthew looked down.

On the tip of the killing sword, there is a drop of black blood crystal!

"This is also the classic way of death for a summoner..."

According to incomplete statistics.

At least half of the summoners in the history of Irondor died from the powerful beings they summoned that were completely uncontrollable.

The remaining one-quarter died from summons summoned by themselves that were originally controllable but suddenly went out of control.

The special power system determines that this profession cannot be inherited and handed over perfectly.

Otherwise it will be difficult to end well.

Matthew couldn't help but shook his head.

It's obvious.

Little Ingram's soul was eaten alive by the Blood Angel Ulmas he summoned.

This can also be inferred from the side.

The battle in the Kingdom of Darkness was far from going as smoothly as little Ingram expected.

Pity……

Matthew is quite interested in the Summoner system.

If Ingram Jr. agreed earlier and completed the signing of the contract, Matthew might be able to keep him.

And now.

He could only find a way to squeeze more oil and water out of the other party's corpse.

This is much less efficient than torture of the soul.

Compared to Matthew's loss.

Ordesia seemed much happier.

After little Ingram died completely.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and even her eyes became brighter and more charming.

"Where are the elders of the four elements?"

"Where are those elemental beings?"

Matthew asked casually while inspecting little Ingram's body.

Ordesia replied:

"In the contract between the elemental beings and the summoner, they have no obligation to serve little Ingram until death."

"A batch of elements have died in your hands before, so many elemental beings have the intention of retreating. After I killed little Ingram, they all fled in all directions."

"That's how elemental life is. It's hard for them to be loyal..."

Matthew nodded slightly:

"Is your black dragon okay?"

Ordesia felt warm in her heart:

"fine."

"I'll take care of them."

Subsequently.

She looked at Matthew, who was focusing on touching the body, and suddenly said softly:

"Owner……"

"Can I just call you by your name?"

Matthew replied without looking back:

"Can't."

Some tears suddenly appeared on the edge of Ordesia's eyes.

She looks so pitiful that people can't help but hold her in their arms and pity her deeply.

But Matthew didn't accept this at all.

The Mother of Black Dragons is indeed somewhat beautiful, but she is far inferior to Sif.

Her charm is all supported by her figure and temperament.

Matthew had been willing to look at her a few more times before.

But after taming it with the Blood Book of Quinlan.

He lost all interest.

Matthew is more interested in the black dragons under her than Ordesia herself:

"How did you breed so many strong black dragons?"

"Your nickname is the Mother of the Black Dragon. Could it be that you gave birth to them all?"

Ordesia hesitated.

Then she nodded slightly:

"I gave birth to them all."

Matthew was shocked.

He looked at Ordesia up and down. Although this woman was 1.9 meters tall and had a first-class figure, wasn't it too exaggerated to force her to become a black dragon?

"Um, how exactly did you do it?"

"I know you are a warlock, can you become a black dragon?"

Matthew became interested and couldn't help but inquire further.

Ordesia noticed the enthusiasm in Matthew's eyes, and his expression became a little strange.

She pondered and said:

"It is true that I can turn into a black dragon for a short time, but it has no fighting power and it won't last long."

"My babies were all born to me in human form."

"Well, all I give birth to are dragon eggs, and subsequent hatching requires a dedicated dragon breeding farm..."

Matthew became even more interested:

"Since you are the mother of the black dragons, what about the father of the black dragons?"

Ordesia blushed:

"No."

"I...I'm still a virgin."

Matthew frowned:

"I don't care about that."

"So you're parthenogenesis?"

Ordesia shook her head:

"No."

"It's quite complicated to say, and I haven't been able to figure out the principle behind this ability myself."

"Many years ago, I was hunted by enemies and ended up escaping to a very strange area. It could be said that there was no life in that area and no grass could grow."

"I walked through it and finally came to a river, which felt very mysterious and ancient."

"To satisfy my hunger, I ate some fruits and leaves that grew by the river."

"After I left there, I discovered that I had the ability to lay dragon eggs..."

"Because I have the power of the black dragon in my blood, all my children will be black dragons."

"If the power of other dragons is injected into my bloodline, I think I will also have a chance to give birth to other true dragons..."

"But every time I lay eggs for breeding, it will cause huge consumption and burden for me..."

Ordesia explained carefully.

She originally thought Matthew would be more interested in her body that could lay dragon eggs.

Who knew that the first question the other party would ask would be:

"Can you still find the river now?"

Ordesia thought for a while:

"uncertain."

"But I can try..."

Matthew glanced at the data column.

…

"Hint: You have obtained the "Clues to the Rootless River" (Sword of Thorns)!"

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