Cataclysmic Transformation

Chapter 80: Is this the necromancer?

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"Finally came to the Roland Empire! I'm finally free!" Ron suppressed the joy in his heart, and almost couldn't help shouting loudly. He stood in front of the west gate of Wutan City, a border city of the Roland Empire, greedily breathing for freedom. Since entering the territory of the Roland Empire, Ron has felt unprecedented ease. Here, he can do whatever he wants without anyone interfering. Even if he summoned the skeleton warrior, those people only stared in amazement. No one came to point fingers, let alone those reward orders posted on the streets and alleys.

The free atmosphere here made Ron feel relieved.

"Congratulations, Ron! You have finally safely escaped from the sphere of influence of the Holy See. You are not afraid of them chasing and killing you. In the Roland Empire, you don't have to hide. Road!" Homelin said with a smile.

"I will!" Ron's eyes shone with confidence, "I will work harder!"

After entering the Roland Empire, it is natural to enjoy the flavor and scenery of the Roland Empire. Wutan City is roughly equivalent to a medium-sized city in the Holy Roman Empire. Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, the commercial atmosphere here is much stronger, and everyone's face There are happy smiles on the roads, and there is an endless stream of businessmen and carriages.

Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, there is no sacred cathedral with majestic treasures, but there are mage towers rising from the ground. Here, there are many rare mages everywhere. They wear the unique clothes of the Roland Empire. The magic robe has the logo of the magic union on it, holds a magic wand in his hand, and talks about various magic things.

Ron looked east and west, and his eyes were wide open. He saw two people standing on the street loudly preaching the concept of magic. People with different opinions argued with him. The two sides debated on the street, causing many passers-by to stop and watch. Listening patiently, Ron was also fascinated.

Homelin said, "Ron, a lot of what they said was elementary magic theories, and many of them were wrong. I think you should stop listening!"

Ron looked away reluctantly, and replied, "It's nothing, I just feel that the atmosphere here is great!"

"Indeed!" Homelin also admired, "Compared to the Holy Roman Empire, this place is relatively free!"

Homelin turned his head slightly while talking, suddenly, his expression froze, and after a while, his body also trembled.

"Grandpa Huomelin, what's the matter with you?" Ron felt something was wrong and asked hurriedly.

Homelin didn't speak, he pointed slightly with his trembling hand to a place not far away, with an expression of anger and sadness on his face.

"What? It's worth such a fuss!" Ron turned his head casually, and for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

what did he see He saw the Necromancer!

That's right, it's the Necromancer. Before, Ron had heard people say where the most Necromancers were, and the answer was undoubtedly the Roland Empire.

Now, Ron and Homelin finally saw the so-called "Necromancer" with their own eyes, but the reality made them unable to accept it at all.

What kind of necromancers are those!

They were dressed in shabby clothes, holding something that looked like a bone in their hands, and their expressions were dull. If you didn't look carefully, some people would believe that they were corpses.

Those people controlled a lot of skeletons, and those skeletons were struggling to hold a large box. They were struggling, and their movements were extremely slow. The two black eyes did not transmit the slightest soul power.

These skeletons don't even have weapons in their hands, they are as dull as machines, and the necromancers who control them are obviously like coolies. They are exposed to the sun and rain, just in exchange for food and clothing for three meals.

These necromancers are still lucky. Under the corner on the other side, a large group of necromancers are sitting and lying down, waiting for jobs that suit them. When they look at the necromancers carrying the boxes, their eyes show At the same time, he looked around anxiously, hoping that well-meaning employers would take a fancy to them and hire them to do things.

At this time, on the other side of Ron, a sitting necromancer caught their attention. It was a very ordinary young man, sitting on the ground, holding various cards in his hands. In front of him was a lion-like creature made of a skeleton. This lion had two bony wings on its back and a huge protrusion on its tail. If Homelin read correctly, it was the skeleton of a manticore.

On the back of the manticore's skeleton sat a little boy in his teens. The little boy innocently grasped the two bone spurs on the manticore's back with a smile on his face.

Homelin noticed that the so-called manticore skeleton was just a superficial skeleton, and there was no soul power in that skeleton, not even the skeleton warrior that Ron summoned for the first time.

The poisonous manticore walked unhurriedly, bumping a few times with every step, as if it was about to fall apart at any time. The little boy was happily jumping on the back of the poisonous manticore, playing the game of horseback riding and fighting. The young necromancer was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and it seemed that he was struggling to support the manticore.

Not far behind the manticore, a young noble couple was pointing their fingers, looking at the little boy with loving expressions.

"Honey, do you see how majestic our son is after riding the manticore? It seems that he has the potential to become a manticore rider!" The woman said gently with her head on the man's shoulder .

The man said with a smile, "Of course, I don't want to see whose good breed it is..."

The woman smiled and slapped him, "You are so beautiful, could you have survived without me?"

The man was giggling giggly.

"It's time!" The young man who controlled the manticore skeleton said hoarsely.

At this time, the manticore stopped, and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"So fast?" the man approached the Necromancer and asked.

"Three silver coins at a time, ten minutes at a time, time is up!" The young necromancer replied, wiping the sweat off his face.

"Mom... Mom... I still want to play... I still want to play..." At this time, the little boy who was excited about playing couldn't help but beg, grabbing the young woman's thigh.

The woman was so entangled, she patted her son's head, "Okay... play... let's continue playing!" Then she turned to her husband, "Honey! Look..."

The man nodded, "Then let's play again!" He glanced at the necromancer on the ground and picked up a card, "Just this one! Dragon Knight! Hehe, how majestic..."

The young necromancer nodded, and he chanted the spell, and after a while, a black mist rose from the ground.

Huo Meilin frowned, "No, the spell was wrong, and it seems that he has never cultivated soul power!"

Not long after, something like a flying dragon appeared in front of several people. The skeleton of this flying dragon was about two meters long and half a meter high, just like a real flying dragon. It flapped its wings, flicked its tail, and shook its head and brain There was a burst of laughter from the people around.

"Riding a dragon... riding a dragon..." The little boy quickly ran to the bone of the flying dragon skeleton and climbed up. The wings fluttered and made a clicking sound, and there were a few poor children standing around, looking at the little boy riding on the back of the flying dragon skeleton, with envy in their eyes, although they could only play for a while, but three silver coins The cost is not affordable for everyone.

"Hehe, look... look... Our son may become a dragon knight... Look at how professional he is, he rides like a real dragon knight!" The young noble woman clapped her hands and said.

The man also responded with a smile, "That's good, when he grows up, send him to Xianglong Academy, ride a real dragon, and become a real dragon knight..."

"Alas..." Ron sighed slightly and shook his head. He knew that such a skeleton could not fight at all.

When he turned his head, he saw that Grandpa Homelin was already in tears.

Ron was shocked, "Grandpa Homelin, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing!" Huo Meilin felt that he had lost his composure, took a deep breath, and wiped away the muddy tears on his cheeks, "It's just that I feel something occasionally, and my heart touches it! Thinking of the Church of Scourge a hundred thousand years ago, the necromancer is How noble, but now, it has fallen to this point... "

Homelin smiled miserably, "Before I saw it with my own eyes, I never thought that such a bunch of useless skeletons, without any power, even inferior to ordinary people, were actually summoned by necromancers, haha, Very well, this is the necromancer, what a fucking irony...”

Huo Meilin took a deep breath, "I remembered, those people showed contempt when they heard about necromancers, so they underestimated you many times. Seeing all this, I think I can find the answer..."

He sighed again, "I was mentally prepared for the decline of undead magic, but I didn't expect that undead magic did not fall to this point. Look... look at these skeletons, if those from the Scourge Church Seeing all this, the ancestors are afraid that they will be angry!"

Ron was dejected, and after a while he said, "Grandpa Huomelin, everything will be fine, how about this, I will teach them real undead magic, then the undead magic will be revived, and our necromancers won't have to be so miserable alive."

Homelin thought for a while, but still shook his head, "No, it's not the time to teach undead magic!"

Ron asked in amazement, "Why?"

Homelin replied, "Undead magic has not fallen into this state. Now you are teaching undead magic, which is equivalent to establishing a sect. Without strong strength, it is impossible to do it!"

"In addition, the rise of the Scourge Church and the strong return of undead magic are bound to touch some people's nerves. At that time, you will face many difficulties and obstacles. Only your own strong strength is the guarantee for your rise. Without these , it’s just empty talk!”

Ron understood, he nodded, "Grandpa Homelin, what do you think I should do now?"

Huo Meilin pondered for a while, and then said, "On the road of cultivation, you no longer need others to teach you anything. As long as I know, I can teach you everything..."

"Being a strong person requires not only cultivation, but also a lot of knowledge. You need to understand the world, you need to master magic, battle qi, and other related situations, advantages, and disadvantages. Another one, what I have now The knowledge of 100,000 years ago is no longer up to date with this era, you may need to go to a special academy to study it systematically!"

Ron nodded, "I see!"

Homelin sighed, and then said seriously, "Ron, I hope you can promise me one thing! At least when you are able."

"Grandpa Homelin, tell me!"

"Rebuild the Scourge Church... restore the former glory of undead magic..." Homelin's eyes looked into the distance, with a trace of tragic desolation flashing in his eyes.