With the help of the fat man, Ron's skeleton will grow rapidly, and there are almost a hundred members. Of course, this point of people is still a bit far away compared to Hayfels and Shaar. The most important thing is that these There are good and bad among the people, and the freshmen at the apprentice level account for the majority.
During this period of time, Haefels fell silent instead. I don't know if it was because his ambition was sniped by Ron or warned by his mentor. During this period, there were no large-scale provocations, but small-scale conflicts are still common. Have.
At this time, Ron was in the classroom of the Undead Department, but now he was standing on the podium.
There are two people sitting on the desk of the podium, one is his tutor Vivienne, and the other is Vivienne's father Jarrod.
With Homelin's consent, Ron decided to spread the real undead magic. To rebuild the Scourge Church, a large number of necromancers are necessary.
Standing on the podium, facing two serious students, Ron felt very embarrassed. He was only fifteen years old, and if he hadn't taken advantage of the ancient undead magic, it wouldn't be his turn to give lectures.
Ron coughed and cleared his mind, "Mr. Vivienne, Mr. Jarrod, now I'm going to pass on your real undead magic..."
At this time, Vivienne smiled and said, "It's better to omit the word tutor, now you are our tutor, and we are your students..."
Jarrod also smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Ron, these etiquette titles should be avoided..."
"Uh!" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Okay, then I hope you don't ask questions casually during the learning process, and write down what you don't understand, and I will give you the answer after class..."
Ron was not putting on airs. In fact, Homelin taught him the same way. During the teaching process, it was strictly forbidden to ask questions, and he had to finish the lecture before speaking.
Then Ron began to give lectures: "You are all studying the current undead magic. From Vivienne's lectures, I understand a little bit. Well, let's start from this aspect. Let me talk about the current undead magic and magic first." The difference between ancient undead magic... "
"The undead magic you are learning today comes from Master Kahn. Master Kahn has devoted his life to the study of undead magic, revived it, and spread it. I admire it very much. However, undead magic is a broad and sophisticated subject. Sen's knowledge has not been studied systematically, even if you hold a complete book, you may not be able to learn it, let alone Master Kahn only got some fragments... "
"... To put it bluntly, the undead magic created by Master Kahn is not undead magic at all. If I have to name it, it would be better to call it the bone movement technique. Of course, there are innovations, such as the bone combination technique." , the ancient necromancer can't do it, but these are fancy things, without any practical value... "
"The undead magic created by Master Kahn ignores the most important point, which is the power of the soul... A skeleton without soul power is just a skeleton of a walking dead. This is why the necromancer is called waste. The real undead magic , it's not that simple... "
Ron has a talent for lecturing. After experiencing the tension at the beginning, the following became smoother. The two students listened very carefully, and they wrote down something in their notebooks while listening.
Jarrod was already old, with gray hair, and he was still sitting there upright like a primary school student, listening to the lecture and taking notes carefully. From Ron's lecture, they heard the word "soul power" for the first time.
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In a small yard behind the Undead classroom, the three of them sat together on the green grass.
"That's it... yes, concentrate and gather soul power..." Ron said while doing a serious demonstration.
After a long time, Vivienne and Jarrod were sweating profusely in anxiety, but they hadn't entered the state yet, unable to gather even a trace of soul power.
"It's so difficult..." After learning it, I realized that the real undead magic is much more complicated than their so-called undead magic. It has been a whole afternoon, and there is still no progress in learning soul power, Vivian can't help but feel a little discouraged.
"Take your time!" Ron said comfortingly. Only then did he realize that learning undead magic is not an easy task. It was very rare for him to condense his soul power in just one day.
A long time passed.
"Forget it! Let's learn this today..." Ron thought for a while. They needed time to absorb the magic of the undead on the first day, and it was useless to sit still like this. Maybe they could calm down and learn it the next day. Some.
"Okay, Ron, let's go back first!" Vivienne smiled at Ron and said.
After the two left, Ron looked at the sky and said to himself, "It's still early, let me practice for a while..." He quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and quietly entered the practice state.
Traces of black gas seeped out from every pore of the body, like tiny streams, and slowly merged into the sea. The so-called sea was the black ball that Ron held in one hand. The diameter of the black ball was About fifteen centimeters in size, it floated up and down in mid-air, absorbing the soul power of Ron wantonly.
The soul power continued to condense, and the black ball seemed to be getting fatter, getting bigger and bigger, and the soul power inside was getting more and more full.
At some point, Huo Meilin turned into a phantom and stood in front of Ron, nodding with a satisfied smile, "Ron's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and I'm afraid he will be able to break through the necromancer within two years. The goal of the Scourge Church is one step closer."
In Homelin's view, rebuilding the Scourge Church is not that simple, which means that to fight against the Holy See, at least one has to reach the level of a strong sanctuary.
Suddenly, Ron frowned, the black ball trembled slightly, and the calm force surged.
A trace of soul power continuously hovered and danced, faintly showing signs of instability.
Homelin was taken aback, "No, Ron's soul power is scattered..."
Sure enough, Ron's soul power began to get out of control. It was running crazily around his body, his face turned red and then turned white, and his body kept shaking.
In practice, it is very rare for the soul power to be scattered, but it is also very dangerous. If you are not careful, the soul power will get out of control, and you will not die. Can you imagine what a person would be like without a soul? Just like the walking dead.
"Not good!" Ron also sensed that something was wrong. He tried desperately to control his soul power, but it was in vain. The violent soul power continued to radiate, which seemed to swallow him.
"This is bad!"
Once the spiritual consciousness is swallowed, the consequences will be disastrous.
Ron closed his eyes tightly. It's not that he didn't want to open them, but he couldn't. His spiritual consciousness was gradually getting lost. He tried hard to control the out-of-control soul power and calm them down.
"The situation is getting more and more serious! No, if this continues, Ron will almost die if he doesn't die!" Homelin immediately took measures to instill his soul power into it frantically.
"No, my soul power is repelled!" Homelin wanted to enter Ron's body to help him calm down the violent soul power, but unfortunately Ron didn't open his heart defense, and at this time he was gradually lost .
Homelin worked hard for a long time, but it was still in vain, and finally chose to give up, sighed, and looked at Ron helplessly, "There is no other way, now he can only ask for luck!"
After an unknown amount of time, Ron felt stunned, and opened his eyes.
The sky was still gray, with bursts of black smoke drifting across the sky, adding a bit of desolation to the sky.
As soon as Ron got up, he felt that everything around him was so familiar and yet so strange. "Where is this place? Am I not on the back hill of the Undead Department of Balovacs College? How did I come here?"
As soon as Ron stood up, he gave himself a good start.
He actually stood on the mountain...
This is not an ordinary mountain, this is a mountain made up of countless corpses. Although this mountain is small, there are tens of thousands of corpses piled up.
Shocking red everywhere, broken arms, dismembered stomachs, puddles of blood, hanging intestines upside down, Ron's heart was pounding, he suspected that he had come to hell.
Ron noticed that these people were wearing standard armor, and those who fell to the ground were still holding weapons tightly in their hands even after they died, which showed that there had just been a tragic battle here.
Ron looked up, the hill he was standing on was just one of the mountains of corpses and blood, and there were countless such hills around him.
"What's going on, I'm back to the battlefield in my dream?" Ron was inexplicably horrified.
At this moment, the sky was surging with wind and clouds, and not far away, it seemed that something was calling him.
"What's there?" Ron walked towards that place subconsciously, his thoughts seemed to be out of his control, and he was in a daze. He walked in that direction step by step, as if there was something he had always wanted there. Looking for answers.
"Someone!"
After walking for some time, a group of people finally appeared in front of Ron. He immediately hid aside for fear of being discovered, but those people didn't seem to see him at all. It stands to reason that they had already discovered him at such a short distance.
In front of Ron was a group of paladins in heavy armor. Those paladins seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and their armor was also damaged in many places.
In front of those paladins, stood a group of men in black robes, dozens of them in total. Those men in black robes were relatively clean, but their expressions were sluggish, and they obviously lost their ability to fight. There was fear in their eyes. The body was also trembling with fright, and the two groups seemed to be in a state of hostility, and the paladins surrounded them.
At this time, a soldier dressed in clothes walked up to a commander who looked like a leader, saluted and said in a loud voice, "Report to my lord, these people refuse to surrender and plan to fight to the end..."