North of the Efta Territory, deep in the Lars Mountains.
The leaden gray sky has a gloomy atmosphere, which makes people breathless. At a very high altitude, the air is thin and the environment is extreme, so there is no human habitation in the entire mountain range, and there is no trace of human habitation at all.
And among the vast snow-capped mountains, there is a figure walking indifferently.
He is Undead Ansadin.
The biting cold wind had no effect on him, and Ansadin walked with mechanically precise steps, as if walking on a flat road. His face was pale, and his skin was loose and drooping, like an ugly mask, with a ferocious indifference.
The rough cloth robe hanging on his body made Ansadin look very thin. It's just that his pair of gray eyes always reveal a kind of arrogance that ignores everything, as if the whole world is under his gaze.
As the first apprentice of the royal pharmacist in the Tasman Kingdom, Ansardin "just" turned 3 years old this year, which is similar to "adolescence" for the long-lived undead.
Most undead have just awakened "self-awareness" at this age, but Ansardin has already reached a high position by virtue of his powerful potion making talent, becoming the youngest "royal pharmacist" in the kingdom's history
Not only that, but he also won the appreciation of His Majesty Augustine because of the "soul extraction potion", and he has a precious opportunity to go out to perform missions—for the old guys in the political arena of the Tasman Kingdom, he is the most favored in the past fifty years. Ansardin deserves the title of "pharmacist genius".
He personally carried out the [Corrosion] plan in the Karen Kingdom for seventeen years. Ansardin's achievements are remarkable. Not only did he successfully penetrate a large number of eyeliners into the Karen Kingdom, but he even managed to control several nobles... With such a feat In the past few years, his status has naturally been continuously improved, even to the point where he can be on an equal footing with the "Blight Caller".
The situation was so smooth that Ansadin became more and more proud, to the point of... a little conceited.
Only recently, the [Corrosion] plan suddenly had an accident—the "Soul Extraction Potion" failed, the undercover Alpha was found out, and Angmar regained consciousness...
Such a situation is completely equivalent to face-to-face slapping for Ansadin who is waiting to make merit, so his only response to this is a complete "assassination order"
As soon as the order came out, Ansardin, who specially let the "Blight Caller" lead the formation, never thought about the possibility of "failed assassination". His only worry was how to explain his "mistake" to His Majesty Augustine.
But he didn't expect that the plan that was originally foolproof would have side effects again...
There was a hoarse cry from above the sky, and when he raised his head, a huge black crow was swooping down, and then landed firmly on the rock in front of Ansadin. He took the letter casually, thinking that he would see a formulaic report on the completion of the task, but unexpectedly, the information written on it made Ansadin clenched his fists instantly
"This is impossible"
The assassination team was ambushed.
Houlier City set up a killing scheme, the "Blightcaller" escaped with serious injuries, and the remaining members were wiped out
The Duke of Angmar was unscathed, but the instigator was an unknown scout captain
Ansadin's arms trembled slightly. He was holding the letter in his hand, and his mind was completely chaotic—surprise, shock, anger, doubt... All kinds of emotions were stagnant in his chest, causing a layer of confusion around Ansadin's body. If there is no gray fog.
This is not ice and snow, but the necromantic energy he has mastered after advancing to level 10 "Necromancer".
Because the place where the ambush took place was completely closed and there were not many witnesses, this letter was vague about the battle process, only saying that "Magda was hit hard carelessly, Houlier City had planned it long ago", and the culprit was identified as a magic spell Bishop Rubens.
As for the scout captain who was only "making suggestions", the letter only mentioned it...
"Will the Blightcaller also fail..."
After all the emotions passed, Ansadin quickly calmed down—but the first thing he thought of was not to find Magda's whereabouts, but to find the "scapegoat" who was behind the blame
It is irreversible that the potion failed, but the dignified "Blightcaller" screwed up the assassination, so don't blame me for making things worse...
Magda must take revenge, and Ansadin is even more unkind.
Ansardin is very clear about the character of "The Blightcaller": the other party is eager for revenge, and he will definitely come to ask for himself. If you agree to repair the other person's body, it is a great favor.
And how to let him take the blame and be grateful to himself at the same time, this is a skill...
Ansadin narrowed his eyes, his gray pupils flashed with a strange light—politicians always use all means to obtain benefits, and he has never done this thoroughly.
As a "Necromancer" with a basic level of 15 and an advanced level of 10, Ansardin has never bothered to participate in battles in person. Because he specializes in the "puppet system" in "Necromancer".
Regarding the battle situation, Ansardin always takes a higher position than ordinary people, because he always considers himself to be the manipulator of the chessboard: no matter who the opponent is, all he has to do is to drop the chess pieces to form a killing game, and the opponent will never be defeated. Powerless
Charge in person? That's what people without brains do.
"Scout captain... how ridiculous."
He looked at the place name marked on the letter paper, and looked into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate hundreds of kilometers to look directly at the culprit named "Roddy".
Raising his hand, Ansardin took out a bottle of dark green potion from his luggage and poured it into his mouth. After a cold breath of death flowed through his body, he drew out his white elderberry wand, stretched out his hand, and sprinkled a handful of gray-white bone powder in the wind.
The mantra whispered by the dead echoed in the thin air, and two stone sculptures with restrained colors were rummaged out. The sculpture is only the size of a palm, shaped like a demon, with bat wings on its back, it is the "gargoyle" with the ability to fly
While waving the wand, Ansardin skillfully drew a complete summoning array in mid-air, and the faintly fluorescent "puppet summoning array" was completed immediately
With the wave of the wand, the originally thin necromantic energy suddenly became stronger several times, and the light of the magic circle shone brightly. After the final incantation, the two sculptures were thrown towards the magic circle by Ansardin, and he chanted in a low voice Here is the full name of the spell:
"Call: Gargoyle"
As a "necromancer" who specializes in "puppet system", although Ansardin's level is not high, advancing to level 10, it was just enough to summon a gargoyle at level 10, but Ansardin is "summoning a stable potion" "Under the strengthening of the preparation, two
The sculpture turned into a huge black shadow at the moment of passing through the void formation. The bat wings over four meters spread out. The gargoyle's muscles were sharp and angular, and its sharp claws were as long as daggers. When it flapped its wings and landed on the rock, and crushed the solid stone...
The level of the gargoyle is fixed, and the level of the gargoyle summoned by the l-level summoning technique is only level 10. Although it is not high, it is very powerful because it can fly and has no time limit for summoning. In the era when most people are using cold weapons, they have The advantage of "air supremacy" is almost equivalent to invincibility
"Magda... I have to say sorry this time."
Ansardin jumped up, jumped directly onto the back of the gargoyle, tightened the bag containing the new type of poison, and disappeared into the vast mountains in an instant...
"Is this okay?"
"I don't care if it works or not, but you have to try it to know."
"But...the books—"
"I won't reveal half of the news, you can rest assured about this."
In the tree hole in Elsa Village, the conversation between Rody and Brody is still going on.
The class composition of the wood elves is too simple, and the village chief has the final say, and there is no elder or parliamentary system at all. So Rody only needs to talk to Brody about the business plan of Elsa Village.
"Winter is about to enter, the only prey brought by the beast tide can be taken out in the village at present, the reserve of fruit wine is not much, we can only wait for next year to increase production... But I think it is completely useless for us to exchange them for currency meaning."
"Not all currency will be exchanged, so you don't have to worry about that."
Having said that, Brody knew that he had nothing else to explain, he sighed, and then asked: "Nata told me about her request, and I would not agree to it if it were someone else, but she... My only request is that you take good care of her."
Rody, who was originally full of business plans, immediately felt a little headache when he heard this - it is really not easy to take a wood elf... especially a beautiful wood elf in the human world.
But who made himself short of manpower...
"I'll do my best."
After roughly explaining, Roddy got up and left.
When he walked out of the tree hole, Henry, who was lighting a fire and grilling meat by the side of the village, hurriedly stood up to say hello—after receiving two different systems of treatment, Brody and Akasha, the fat man whose life was hanging by a thread was already alive and well, and expressed to Roddy very enthusiastic.
Buffon next to him was kicked by him, and then he got up and saluted Roddy—Compared to Henry, Buffon looked a bit dull, when no one paid attention to him, he was silent, and occasionally chatted with the fat man. What Roddy showed... was pure obedience, like a robot.
Both the fat man and the thin man were by the campfire, and as their former "teammate", Akasha gradually recovered her mobility after two days of rest, and she was sitting on a rock in a daze.
Said to be in a daze, in fact, her mental state has not been very good. Especially whenever Rody disappeared from her field of vision, Akasha would show an unspeakable anxiety: her lips were pursed and turned white, her five fingers were clenched into fists, her body was tense and trembling...
Such "symptoms" can only be completely relieved when seeing Rody—just like at this time, after seeing Rody jumping from the tree hole, her tense little face slowly relaxed, and her eyes were clear. It seems to be glued to Roddy, no matter where he goes, he is staring at him without blinking...
Roddy felt helpless about this.