Chapter four hundred and ninety-first split action
In a sense, the decision of the high-ranking priest of the Society of Death to abandon his followers was very wise. After all, when the news that they were trying to open the door to the plane of death was leaked, any living organization immediately became their mortal enemy.
Will let them succeed.∷
The northern trio reported directly to their superiors. The incident developed beyond the limit of their capabilities and asking for help was originally a requirement in the work manual. In order to save face, they messed up the matter in the end and needed to be held accountable. However, considering the distance and location, they were too remote.
The quality and number of reinforcements cannot be determined. If you are lucky and encounter a wandering boss nearby, it will be good (since the northern forces have sent many free squads, this possibility is not low). If you are unlucky, the reinforcements will not be able to catch up at all.
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The Church of the God of Justice and Discipline is much more panicked. Once the door to the plane of death is opened in the country, they will be the first to bear the brunt, and even the entire principality and church may be destroyed.
As soon as they learned the news, they sent people back to the capital to report the news, and other paladins and priests were also getting ready to go out to hunt down the undead believers.
Wen Laer knew the severity of his attack. Those paladins did not have any fatal injuries. What was really injured was their self-esteem that was completely destroyed in an instant before they saw the enemy. But there were more important things in front of them and there was no time to let them sigh.
I am weak.
It was still the White Knight who led the team. They had already set off, but considering the clergy's consistent incompetence in tracking, others had hopes that they could catch up with the target. They just hoped that they would not get lost too far, or that they would be smarter.
Bring a few mercenaries such as rangers and thieves to lead the way.
On the other side, investigating the Society of All Deaths has been the mission of the northern trio from the beginning. Even if they don't get support, they will definitely go, but due to fundamental differences in beliefs and policies, they are unlikely to follow the Paladins.
Go, that's just asking for trouble for yourself.
In a sense, this has become an unspoken competition to see who can solve this problem first.
I want to intervene in this matter without exposing myself.
Therefore, the only ones who can really have expectations are probably a few of us plus the northern trio. It would be even more wasteful if the not-so-much combat power were spread out, so I tried to persuade them to take us "little
Number".
"...Actually, I am a pretty good necromancer. If I take us with me, as long as the distance is not too far, we can sense the other party's death magic, which will make it easier for you to track."
Saying these words, the black magic power of death swirled in his fingers, proving his identity as a necromancer.
If it were other forces, they would definitely have a lot of suspicions and prejudices against necromancers, especially when pursuing matters related to the plane of the undead. They would even doubt the other party's purpose.
But when they were shocked, their first reaction was...
"Are you a registered necromancer? Do you have a license? Have you had your annual review?"
"Yes, the legendary necromancer was registered by Difende's headquarters just last year during the annual review."
In the eyes of some people, the north may already be a paradise for necromancers. The root cause is that they have formalized and made necromancers a normal profession, turning necromancers into an unusually common profession.
"One year before the Dawn Era, the undead industrial revolution began in the North. This revolution liberated the productivity of living people and gave the necromancers the opportunity to enter the sun. In the second year, ghost carriages and zombie servants occupied their respective markets.
One-third of the quota..."
After so many years of development, undead equipment, furniture, utensils, and servants have become very common in the northern market. In order to ensure the safety and reliability of undead equipment, the registered necromancer examination and the three-year conduct review have also become
Became very routine.
"Master, it turns out he is one of our own!"
"Did you accept the mission or become a free mage? Oh, I'm sorry, I don't dare to ask. If you want to, just tell me."
When the three of them saw the small black book, they immediately became happy.
Ten years ago, it would have been looked down upon for a legendary necromancer to be called master. However, due to the increasing number of parallel imported masters and parallel imported legends, the title master is used less and less.
Many of the official necromancers registered in Difende in the North are closely related to the government, and the Donglan Royal Mage emblem on this booklet shows that this master has gained the trust of the royal family.
Naturally, it can be trusted, and the symbol that represents professional credibility is a rare double crown.
"I myself have some involvement with the Royal Mage Association. Now that I have encountered this matter, I cannot stay out of it. However, the way to cooperate is to be a villain first and a gentleman later. If this time it involves the ruins of the Sage Civilization, I will take half of the profit. If
If there are new technologies or the like, they can be sold to the Beidi officials first, but my share cannot be reduced."
I haven’t told a single lie, and the certificate in my hand is even more genuine. Of course, it’s self-evident how I got it. As for the two crowns of credibility... Ahem, there is a service called crown brushing.
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For mages, the ancient knowledge and secrets that may exist in ancient ruins are simply an irresistible temptation. And if the traces left by the civilization of sages are more likely to remain in the new technologies and strategic weapons that have rewritten the country's territory,
There should not be too many examples like this in this "history" of jihad.
Although in legendary novels, from time to time, a small character unearths some magical secrets, artifacts, etc. from the ruins, and then embarks on the path of slaying demons and gods, but in the exploration of real ruins, there are very few artifacts.
You can see, after all, the passage of time is as ruthless as tomb robbers, and it is more based on the records, murals, traces, and restored ancient technology and magic materials left at that time.
Such things are of little use to individuals and will only cause trouble, but for organizations that have the ability to digest these technologies and ancient magic, they are priceless treasures.
After all, in a sense, without Dimiret's technical support from the sage civilization, there would be no magic revolution that is getting more and more intense now. When a living ancient person cannot be found,
Documents and materials left by an ancient civilization are the only substitute.
"Civilization of sages? It's actually a civilization of sages! I've made a lot of money this time!"
Mary jumped up all of a sudden, but the other two looked confused. They didn't know why their companions were so excited.
As a Four Spirit Swordsman, you must be exposed to magic technology. Since you are learning magic technology, how can you not know the origin of the sage civilization?
"I'll write to the headquarters again soon, but I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up..."
"Don't worry, I have some friendship with Master Dimiret, and I have already written to him. I used the Little Demon Express. Since it involves the sage civilization, no matter how busy he is now, he should be here."
As soon as these words came out, the three of them obviously relaxed a little. Dimiret was a great figure in their eyes. Since they were familiar with him, it also proved from one aspect that the necromancer in front of them was trustworthy.
Of course, after I leave, they will definitely discuss my identity and purpose, so I also retain the identity of "a necromancer who stayed with the locals for half a year to explore the ruins" and wait for them to ask "
"Clues" to spell out the "truth", and the fact that I am quite popular in this town will also increase their trust in me.
But now, after saying goodbye, I went to prepare for my own trip, but the dead cat suddenly jumped out.
"I thought you would continue to pretend to be a paladin this time."
"Oh, don't be stupid. I have received inside information. Whenever the Northlanders encounter a paladin who suddenly pops up, they will conduct repeated inquiries."
"Pfft, it seems they have seen through you too. Is this really the only reason?"
The dead cat once again showed his squinting eyes that could see through everything. It seemed that he had already thought of the reason and deliberately came over to torment me.
"...This is only the main reason. The heavy weight of armor and metal weapons can only be considered a secondary reason..."
Now that I have seen through it, there is no need to hide it. My current physical condition is too bad and I cannot pretend to be a Paladin.
Thanks to my poor strength and constitution points, for me now, the chain armor is the chain that locks me, the plate armor on my body is like a metal iron cage, and the metal sword is like a golden hoop in my hand.
How can you pretend to be a paladin when you can't even carry the standard equipment of a knight? After all, there is a high probability of a high-intensity battle this time.
On the other hand, the use of elemental magic also requires a certain amount of physical fitness and agility. The accuracy of spell-casting gestures is directly related to the success rate of spell-casting. If the physical condition is too poor, it is impossible to control powerful spells. Just dealing with the backlash of magic power is enough. Come to think of it, you can
Those who can cast spells at will under the current conditions are probably necromancy spells that control corpses and undead creatures.
This is also the reason why I did not prevent those "holy light cannon fodder" from leaving. To those conservative paladins, the Northland trio are just quasi-allies in the battle of faith, while the necromancer is a mortal enemy who should be killed first and asked later.
In fact, if the conditions are met, pretending to be a Paladin is the best. After all, their reputation is good enough that they will not arouse suspicion at all. They can also travel to various places at will, recruit cannon fodder, and gain the trust of adventurers and residents. In the villages on the way
Obtaining free/low-cost supplies and launching a people's war among villagers when necessary are all invisible advantages. Only those old-school fools would waste such obvious advantages.
And I didn’t follow them alone. Since Catalina came from the ruins, she might be the key to open the door to the ruins. She herself is eager to find the truth. And since her daughter has gone, her father Barton will naturally follow her.
Now that Old Barton is gone, Old Barton's grandfather will naturally not be left behind. As a result, I have two combatants who are not bad.
Of course, if Wen Lair can come with us, we have another agreement.
"But it's not enough. Later, Old Barton will go find his old friends and hire a bunch of cannon fodder... mercenaries."
"That quasi-legendary spearman? If you don't shoot him, it will lower the luck value of this team."
"How many times have I said that Lancer Lucky e is just a rumor. Besides, if the rumor is true, don't you think this is a good thing? Do I need a lightning rod..."
Inexplicably, I thought of the unlucky most beautiful woman in Sulfur Mountain. Considering her amazing luck, even if she has been looking for a way to redemption, the wild elf should still be the most beautiful woman now.
"This is your goal in finding him, right? Indeed, just treat it as fun... What should we do now?"
"Since there is a high possibility of encountering a battle, and I am a 'Necromancer' now, I don't have the benefit of hiding behind and watching the show. So, in order to have a little effect, let's do what the Necromancer should do. The nearby tombs
Over there?"
"You're so stupid. That Dracolich has a lot of inventory in his house. You don't know how to rob him. The corpses of those freshly dead civilians are so weak."
"What a great idea, just use the fashionable dress you are about to get in exchange for it. Didn't you see that guy drooling while reading the magazine, it just ruined your face..."
"That's not my face. It's just like a doll. It's far from the adult version of me! How would it feel to put your face on a woman's body... Pfft, Renee."
Inexplicably, I remembered the existence of Renee and other "Roland" faces, and I felt a little sympathy for the angry Heloise in front of me. At least Renee was not blind. After all these years, she should be a big girl.
Under the influence of estrogen, his face probably no longer looks like that.
"Yes, yes, let's go, blackmail the Dracolich to avenge you, and rob the old demon's collection to vent your anger..."
But I just walked a few steps, but I was blocked in the corridor. Under the leadership of the dwarf shield guard, the adventurers blocked me.
"Carlo, since the fight can no longer be fought, the gambling money should be returned to us."
"... If you look carefully at the gambling roll, there should be a line: 'If the duel suddenly cannot proceed due to force majeure, it will be considered a draw, but I remember that none of you bought a draw at the time.'"
Hearing this, the leading old dwarf suddenly rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, as if he was pretending that he didn't know, but he probably had already seen the line of ultra-small words.
The adventurers behind him were also gearing up, and the threat was obvious.
"I advise you it's best..."
"Pa"
After a snap of my fingers, the black mist of death spread from my shadow and turned into a shadow troll that was ready to move. The whole room was suddenly enveloped in black shadow, and even the temperature dropped by several degrees.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I am a necromancer, legendary level. Do you have anything to say to me?"
Strength is the best business card, this terrible magic power is a naked threat, you want me to pay back the money? Haha!
"I...we're fine!"
"It's just time for dinner, so we'll invite you down for dinner. Well, we Thunder Brothers have paid for today's drinks!"
Who said dwarves are stupid? Isn't this very sensible? After they said these words "cheerfully", they turned around and left without saying a word. But looking at the thick stature and sophisticated weapons and armor of the dwarf brothers, I remembered
What.
"Actually, I'm very reasonable. I have some small jobs here that are suitable for relatively good adventurers. If you go, it's not impossible to return your gambling money to you. If you do well, there will be additional commissions." (To be completed.)
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