"Actually, at first I wanted to be a swordsman dressed as white as snow, coming and going like the wind. Later, I wondered what went wrong and why the painting style turned out like this..."
The robe bought from a small town has not even been enchanted, and its protective effect is almost zero. The gain effect of spell casting is not even thought of, and it is still very uncomfortable to wear.
The only function of this cheap black robe is probably to set off his identity as an evil necromancer, but it turned out to be so effective that I can't say enough good things about it.
"Tsk, tsk, this cry is like going to the slaughterhouse."
Maybe I was too cruel, or maybe during the transformation of the undead, the young man Xinke screamed too hard. It turned out that I was obviously the one who saved people, but the villagers looked at me in fear, and some women and children even
He kept crying, as if he had suffered a more tragic fate.
At this point, besides lamenting that the reputation of the Necromancer is really bad, I can only complain about the wrong style of painting.
"A swordsman in snowy white clothes? Isn't that cannon fodder? Your original goal in life was to be cannon fodder,"
"Wait a minute, how can the swordsman in white be cannon fodder?"
The dead cat's vomiting made me feel more and more wrong. What happened to the image of a vigilante and cannon fodder in my mind?
"A large-scale deployment of one-handed swords and two-handed swords, and no armor, only those serfs who were pulled over by strong men, and given them the cheapest and simplest long swords, ￡n, two-handed swords, and equipped with
The wooden shields and helmets that block arrows force them to become cannon fodder. The blunt sword without enchantment cannot break through the chain armor, and without the protection of the armor, it is a target for the opponent's head. That is not cannon fodder."
Dead Cat is a bit crazy. And I have somewhat grasped the pattern. It seems that every time I use necromancy magic or get a snake demon breakthrough in this area, she will become more and more excited. It seems that this proves the strength of her mentor from one aspect.
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"According to my many years of experience, militiamen who have received a little bit of battlefield training will bring a bamboo pole as a spear. At least the attack distance is longer, and the battlefield survival rate can be much higher. As long as those who are forced to use it to consume the opponent's physical strength and magic power
The cannon fodder will only be issued with a single sword and sent to the battlefield like this."
Although I knew that she was attacking me with malice, but after thinking about it for a moment, judging from the common sense of this world, this is indeed the truth.
In modern cities, the advancement of chemical engineering has made the color of clothing extremely common. However, in the Middle Ages, dyes could only be extracted from minerals and plants, which was quite troublesome. In the world of Ashe, this technology has just sprouted.
It was monopolized by alchemists and was once used to make huge profits.
Although dye technology is now in the hands of businessmen. The price of dye is not too expensive, but it is still an expense.
The clothes of nobles are always colorful and gorgeous. The colorful animals and mythological patterns and carvings are not only decorations, but also symbols of their race and status. Even the big businessmen always wear richly colored clothes to show off their appearance.
With their own wealth, even common people will have a few colorful clothes during festivals. Only those poor people who have nothing will wear white clothes without color.
Among all weapons, there are many long swords that are similar to kitchen knives in appearance and capabilities. They use less materials, and the blade is at least somewhat lethal. It is easy to get started... at least it will not hurt your own people, so it naturally becomes
The first choice for cannon fodder.
Following the description of the dead cat and my own thoughts, the image of the swordsman in white clothes in my mind was inexplicably replaced by a dark-faced peasant warrior. His dark face was all traces of field work. Although he was strong and strong,
With a silly smile on his face,
I am full of joy of harvest, but my undyed robe has dozens of patches but I am reluctant to throw it away. My white washed straw sandals are covered with mud. The kitchen knife tied to my waist is stuck in a big radish to prevent it from being eaten.
Be careful of hurting yourself.
"Yes, yes, this is the image. It is so lifelike. Young people have rich imaginations."
"...Heloise, it's you, look at my big cat ball!"
The cat ball throwing that had not been used for a long time was used again. He picked up the dead cat's neck and threw it vigorously. The shouts of "I will be back, meow!" were still echoing in his mind, but the man had turned into a shooting star.
"Phew, I moved around a bit and I feel much better."
After such nonsense, my increasingly depressed mood improved a little. Perhaps this is the way a dead cat cares about people.
It goes without saying that necromancers are not popular. They are villains in most legendary stories, but it is really uncomfortable to be stared at like a murderer after just saving someone.
Perhaps it was because she saw the pile of corpses after a massacre. The sight of the corpses of the bandits piled up seemed to make Catalina very uncomfortable. She looked at me with an increasingly strange look, but she had completely shrunk behind Barton.
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"...Do you think I can't throw you out?"
"Goddess with no sense of moral integrity! You think I can't cure you... Be careful because I read adult publications all night long!"
"I, I, I will die with you. I'm going to watch Goblin Playboy! The gay version! Tsk, the way those little things hug each other... ugh."
Thinking of the promotional poster I saw by chance, I felt an inexplicable discomfort that made me bow my head and feel sick.
I finally won, but an inexplicable sadness was brewing in my chest, as if I had accidentally lost something important. Is it moral integrity? Is it the lower limit? Or is it the last dignity of a pure straight man?
"Master, I have left a signal, 'Everything goes well, tonight's transaction will proceed normally at the old place'."
And a strong voice made me turn my attention to the one-eyed man in front of me.
Compared with before his death, his appearance has not changed much, but his skin color has become darker. There is an inexplicable atmosphere around him. It seems that something invisible is twisting under the skin. In the one eye left behind,
The pupil has disappeared, but there is a black cross scar in the white of the remaining eye, which is very scary.
"How was the Dark Ranger transition?"
"The arm strength has nearly doubled, the physical strength has no limit, the eyesight has increased by more than four to five times, and the dark magic still needs time to adapt to, that's all. It was not difficult to kill the three of mine before."
It seemed that he was very satisfied with the power he had now. Xinke didn't seem dissatisfied with his appearance that could scare children into tears, and I nodded.
"Don't go too far. Just because you've lost your sense of pain and fatigue doesn't mean your muscles won't be damaged or fatigued. The physical structure of this half-dead man is still perfect. I don't like that Experiment No. 2 hasn't gotten enough results yet.
The experimental data died suddenly and inexplicably."
Experiment No. 2? Of course, as a top necromancer, this kind of resentful soul and quasi-legendary body are in front of me. If I just convert it into undead, how can I show my skills. And pure
Compared with the undead, although the half-living and half-dead have many shortcomings of the living, they still retain the possibility of growth that the undead most admire. I am very interested in how far the second half-dead created based on a quasi-legend can go.
It's expectation.
The second one? The dead cat that was just thrown out is the first one. However, in order to ensure the success rate, the experimental prototypes are all cost-effective. Even resources such as gods and evil spirits are thrown away, plus the naturally undead Golden Princess.
There is a huge difference between the souls of ordinary human beings. The only similarity between Zink and Heloise in front of them is probably the principle of the conversion ritual.
Ah, could it be that Unit 1 was generally cheated, and Unit 2 was generally unlucky and received the lunch box for no reason. The mass-produced model looks very powerful, but after its high-profile debut, it often becomes cannon fodder for receiving the collective lunch box.
And the origin of miscellaneous soldiers? It turns out that this world is actually the world of RMB players? All combat power ratios are the difference in resources invested. It seems that I have unknowingly learned the truth again.
Well, back to the topic, for me, the hate-filled Xinke is indeed a very useful tool. In order to take into account his emotions, I even let the bandits of the "Quick Knife Group" go to their graves.
"After getting this new toy, didn't you look down on the defective ones?"
"Damn cat, did you just come back and want to fly again?"
Although I denied it with my mouth, my heart had already accepted Heloise's guess. Indeed, compared with Zink, a few zombies and skeletons really couldn't stand up to the table.
Unlike Heloise, who is subject to many restrictions, from a design perspective, Dark Ranger Sink is a pure killing machine. The enhanced power is due to the elimination of the human body's instinctive restrictions on the physical body. The pure power is at least three times the original.
All the above and no pain at all.
Although his heart is still beating, it is no longer his vital point. The core in the brain cavity is, and what is ignited in it is the soul fire of the undead monarch level, which gives him the possibility to use dark magic and divine magic.
And those gained energy can replenish and heal his constantly injured body, giving him endless vitality and physical strength. The result of the combination of life and death is this body with unlimited potential for killing.
Of course, the combination of life and death will also create a series of side effects and conflicts. Maybe it will collapse by then, but before that, it should give the Avengers enough power and leave me with more useful things.
data information.
Giving him two years, he should be able to exert a combat power that exceeds that of ordinary saints, but considering the possible battles and conflicts, and the national-level opponents he may face, I need more.
After scanning the corpses with his eyes, it was best to give up helplessly. As the dead cat said, these mortal corpses that did not even have a silver level were just mutilated bodies, and they had no special bloodline or abilities. Spending energy on them was equivalent to
It's a waste of time. If you make it into a suture monster or the like, it's too intrusive. It's a gold level and it will arouse the hostility of many living people.
Finally, he turned his attention to those fellow travelers who were chatting, the mercenaries and the northern trio.
"It seems that we still have to find a solution from living people."
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While Roland was still worried about the lack of ace cards in his hand, there was already a busy scene in the territory of the Kahn Knights.
The entrances to the mountains are blocked at each checkpoint, and armed royal soldiers are acting as guards. Anyone who comes close will be driven away. The mountain people who rely on the mountains can only find other ways during this period of time.
Faced with an unknown threat, Link, the second son of the Grand Duke, although he had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony and received the title of earl, he did not act impulsively and set out immediately.
As a mage, he can understand how troublesome the sage civilization is and what possibilities it contains. He knows that the information is likely to be leaked, so he only has one chance, so he must seize it.
And half a month later, when the second batch of reinforcements, including engineering experts and royal swordsmen, arrived, it was time for him to set off. In his plan, no matter which country learned the information, he directly took action.
His actions would be at least half a month slower than his.
But what he didn't know was that those who had the same purpose as him were the treasure hunters sent by his father's sworn enemy, Marquis Tariq, and they were already watching the surroundings with eager eyes, and they might forcefully break through the blockade at any time.
Of course, he could not know that the seemingly obedient and loyal knight lord was actually secretly planning how to make "His Royal Highness" die in an accident.
What's even more unfortunate is that a broom star who has gone so far as to cause harm has already arrived. He has also set his sights on the ruins of the sage civilization, and he himself is already in this small territory! (Unfinished)
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