As soon as Ron finished speaking, the audience was silent, and the children stood there dumbfounded. For them, Ron's words made them fall from a happy paradise to a nightmare hell.
The dream burst like a bubble, and the children looked at each other with disappointment on their faces.
Can a Necromancer only become a Necromancer
Without speaking, some children glanced at Ron and walked away silently, while other children hesitated and walked away.
At this time, a young man approached and pulled up a child beside him. He mustered up the courage to ask, "Mr. Ron, is there really no room for discussion about this profession?"
Ron pressed his lips tightly and shook his head slightly. If possible, would he have to travel so far to recruit students
The young man sighed, with infinite regret flashing in his eyes, he glanced at Ron, pulled the child beside him, and walked away silently.
For a moment, all the children around Ron left completely.
Failed again! A wry smile appeared on Ron's face. He looked at Vivienne with helplessness on his face, "It seems that we can't recruit students at all!"
Vivienne was also disappointed, and she said comfortingly, "It's okay, Ron, undead magic is great magic, full of mysterious power, it's their loss if they don't learn it, or... we'll go somewhere else have a look… "
"No need!" Ron's expression was full of frustration, he shook his head and said, "Give up, we'll go back to Balovaks College now, and then... resign to Dean Dabs..."
"Ron!" Vivian bit her lip. She wanted to persuade her again, but saw Ron wave his hand.
"You don't need to say it, I have made up my mind. From now on, I will practice alone, and I will never teach undead magic again..."
In the eyes of those people, undead magic is the magic of slaves. It is a tool for the lowest class people to make a living. Once they learn undead magic, they will be labeled as inferior people from generation to generation. Ordinary civilians are not as good, this is the fundamental reason why they would rather not learn anything than choose to become a necromancer.
The world's views on undead magic are so deep-rooted that he is deeply disappointed. He has made up his mind that he will no longer teach undead magic from now on, and concentrate on practicing until he breaks through and becomes a great magister of the undead.
"Mr. Ron, Mr. Ron, please stay..."
Just as Ron was leaving, a voice stopped him, and he saw an old man galloping forward with a child, who seemed to be in a hurry, and when he came to Ron, he was already out of breath.
"What's the matter?" Ron stopped and raised his head to ask.
With a flattering smile, the old man pointed to the children beside him and said, "Mr. Ron, I heard that you are recruiting students here, so I rushed over here immediately. Hehe, it's a good thing you didn't leave. Can you see if my grandson is successful?" Can't take him to the Balovakia Academy?"
"Yes!" Ron agreed very readily, and he said with a blank face, "But my only condition is to become a necromancer, and he will come if he wants!"
"Necromancer?" When the old man heard it, he seemed to be poured from head to toe by a plate of cold water, and he froze there with his mouth wide open, unable to close it for a long time.
"Grandpa, I don't want to become a Necromancer!" The child pouted and said while holding the old man's hand.
"This is the only condition, and it is also the condition that cannot be changed. If you don't accept it, forget it!" Ron was not in the mood to talk to him, and left a sentence coldly, turned around and left.
The old man's face was uncertain. Seeing that Ron was about to leave, he moved his lips and finally blurted out, "Stop!"
Ron turned around.
"I promise you!" Like a defeated rooster, the old man hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing.
"what?"
Ron and Vivienne opened their eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at each other. They both saw joy in each other's eyes. He agreed? He really agreed
"Thank you!" Ron rushed forward, excitedly grabbed the old man's hand, shaking it non-stop.
There was a wry smile on the old man's face, and he could see that he was somewhat regretful, but in the end, he agreed.
"If I hadn't seen the current situation in Manchester, I wouldn't be willing to let my only grandson be taken away by you. Instead of starving to death here, I might as well learn undead magic in exchange for a chance to survive!"
Ron was silent. He knew that Manchester would not be able to last long in its current state. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Old man, I can promise you that I will definitely teach your grandson seriously and train him into a A strong man!"
Ron's words were very sincere, but the old man didn't believe it at all. He shook his head and said, "It's fine if the strong are not strong. No matter how strong the undead magic is, it can't be much stronger, so as not to be looked down upon by others, but in order to survive, There is no other way!"
The old man sighed, "Actually, if you want to learn undead magic, you don't need to go to any academy at all, there are necromancers in Manchester! If you can't take my grandson away, I don't need to find you to learn undead magic..."
When Ron heard this, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "Isn't there, there are also necromancers here?"
The old man nodded and said affirmatively, "Not only is there, but it is also very strong!"
A very strong necromancer, Ron and Vivian were a little dumbfounded.
Could it be that he is also an ancient necromancer? But hasn't the ancient undead magic already declined? How could there be another ancient necromancer? Could it be that there are soul bodies like Grandpa Homelin in this world
Ron thought to himself, the appearance of the necromancer aroused his curiosity, he asked the old man to take him to see it, but the old man readily agreed.
…
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a lazy young man sat casually on a pile of haystacks. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Ron. He was wearing a tattered robe. Although it was tattered, it was very clean. The boy was playing with a small dagger in his hand. The dagger was worn very short, but it shone brightly and coldly.
In front of him were three young men a few years older than him. They held simple weapons, a sword, a staff, and an axe. The leader was a fat man with a swollen face. The muscles are black and firm, and the skin is as smooth as oil and water, only to hear him speak viciously.
"Peppa, tell you, this time you are dead..."
The lazy boy named Page finally stopped playing with the dagger, smiled, showing a row of white teeth, "Mourinho, haven't you learned enough from the last time? Do you want to do it again?"
The fat man named Mourinho was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick. "Last time it was just your luck. This time, I learned a lot from Brother Lauren, and my strength has greatly improved. You are no longer my opponent!"
Page smiled slightly, "Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence is not good. Do you think my strength will stand still?"
"In short, you are dead this time, you hateful Necromancer!" Mourinho sneered.
"Haha..." Paige laughed loudly, "You can't even beat a useless necromancer, what can you say?"
One sentence made the three of them so angry that the veins on their foreheads were exposed.
"Don't say anything, let's go together!" Paige smiled and waved his hands, "Let me see what progress you have made..."
"it's him?"
Ron followed the old man to a corner of Manchester, pointed at the boy named Page and asked.
"That's right, that's him!" The old man nodded and said, "That guy's name is Paige, and he is very powerful. Even the teenagers here can't beat him, and he also likes to challenge others!"
Ron looked at the unattractive boy with some curiosity.
At this moment, Paige moved, and with a slight wave of his hand, bones appeared out of thin air.
"Ka Ka Ka..."
There was a strange sound, and the bones began to combine. Soon, they formed three skeletons holding weapons. They held a long bone sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Just by appearance, they were summoned by Ron. The Skeleton Warrior is no different.
Ron frowned, "Without soul power, he's just a necromancer in the traditional sense!"
Vivian also saw this, and shook her head. This method of summoning was exactly the same as the undead magic she had learned before, and the skeletons summoned by this method had no combat power at all.
A skeleton without soul power is just a walking skeleton.
"superior!"
The three youths looked at each other, roared and rushed forward.
Page smiled coldly, and also manipulated the skeleton to launch an attack.
At this time, something happened that stunned Ron and Vivienne. One skeleton jumped into the air with a slight leap, and the other two attacked the target, one left and one right. The speed of the three skeletons was extremely fast. , beyond Ron's calculations.
The target of the three skeletons was a taller and thinner young man. Ron could tell at a glance that this guy was the weakest of the three, so it was no wonder Page chose him as his target.
"Be careful!" Mourinho yelled anxiously, holding a long sword in his hand, and fiercely slashed at the skeleton.
Ignoring other people's attacks, those skeletons directly attacked the tall and thin young man. The young man couldn't stand it anymore, and scars were added to his body, causing him to howl uncontrollably.
"Ouch!"
"Ah, you bastard, you actually used dirty tricks!"
"Wow, don't slap me in the face..."
The speed of these skeletons was very fast, and the coordination was perfect. After a while, under the astonished eyes of Ron and Vivienne, the three of them were beaten to the ground, crying ghosts and howling.
After a while, the three young men were beaten to the ground, their faces were bruised and purple, their bodies were covered in blood and scars, and they kept begging for mercy.
Two of Page's three skeletons were broken, and the bones were also covered with deep and shallow sword marks. One skeleton was broken off half of the body, and the other was cut in half. Only one skeleton could barely survive. standing.
"How? Are you convinced?" Page smiled triumphantly, "I just said, you are not my opponent!"
"Get out, go to your pastor for treatment!" Page cursed, and one of them kicked his ass, and none of the young people dared to say anything, and left in despair.
Ron and Vivienne looked at each other, deeply shocked. Although this page is a necromancer in the traditional sense, he has brought out the combat power of a waste necromancer in the traditional sense to the extreme. Those young people are all trainees. The strength of the middle level is nothing in the eyes of Ron and Vivienne, but it is absolutely unattainable for the necromancer in the traditional sense.
This page can defeat them easily, who is he