"Actually, at first, I wanted to be a swordsman in white clothes like snow, coming and going like the wind. Later, what went wrong and why did the painting style become like this..."
The robes bought from the town have not even been enchanted, and their protective effect is almost zero.
The only function of this cheap black robe is probably to just set off his identity as an evil necromancer, but the effect is so good that I can't say anything good about it.
"Tsk tsk, this cry, it's like going to a slaughterhouse."
Probably because I was too cruel, maybe in the transformation of the dead, the young man Zink screamed too badly, but it turned out that I was the one who saved people, but the villagers looked at me in fear, and some women and children still Crying constantly, as if he had suffered a more tragic fate.
At this time, in addition to sighing that the reputation of the necromancer is too bad, I can only complain about the wrong style of painting.
"The swordsman in the snow-colored white clothes? Isn't that cannon fodder? Your original goal in life is cannon fodder."
"Wait, how can the swordsman in white be a cannon fodder?"
The spit of the dead cat made me feel more and more wrong. What happened to the image of the knight in my mind as cannon fodder
"The one-handed sword and the two-handed sword are installed on a large scale, and those who do not wear armor are only the serfs who are pulled over by the strong men, and give them the cheapest and simplest long sword, two-handed sword, and an arrow block. The wooden shield and helmet, forcing them to become cannon fodder. Even a blunt sword chain armor without enchantment cannot split, and the protection without armor is a target for the opponent to brush the head, that is not what cannon fodder is."
The dead cat is a bit crazy, and I also have some rules. It seems that every time I use necromantic magic, or get a breakthrough in this area, she will become more and more excited. It seems that this proves her mentor's strength from one side. .
"According to my many years of experience, militiamen who have received a little battlefield training will bring their own bamboo poles as long spears. 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 distribute a single sword and send it to the battlefield like this."
Although I knew she was attacking me with malicious intent, but after thinking about it for a while, and judging from the common sense in this world, this is indeed the truth.
In modern cities, the advancement of chemical industry has made the color of clothing extremely common, but in the Middle Ages, dyes could only be extracted from minerals and plants, which was quite troublesome. It was monopolized by alchemists and was once used for huge profits.
Although the dye technology is now in the hands of merchants, the price of dyes is not too expensive, but it is also an expense.
The clothes of nobles are always colorful and gorgeous. Those colorful animals and mythical patterns are not only decorations, but also symbols of their race and status. Even those big businessmen always wear colorful clothes. Their wealth is that the commoners will also have a few colorful clothes during the festival. Only those poor people who have nothing will wear white clothes that are not colored.
Among all the weapons, there are many long swords similar to kitchen knives in appearance and capabilities. They use less material, and the blade can kill at least a little bit. It is easy to get started... of choice.
Following the description of the dead cat and my own brain supplements, the image of the swordsman in white clothes fluttering in my mind was inexplicably replaced by a peasant warrior with a dark face. The smile on his face is full of joy of harvest, but his undyed robe has dozens of patches but he is reluctant to throw it away, the white sandals he washed are all muddy, and the kitchen knife tied to his waist is stuck in a large radish. , so as not to accidentally hurt yourself.
"Yes, yes, this image is simply vivid, and it is still the imagination of young people."
"...Heloise, it's you, look at my big cat ball!"
The cat ball throwing, which had not been used for a long time, was reactivated, holding the dead cat by the neck and throwing it vigorously, "I'll be back, meow!" The cry of "I'll be back, meow!" is still echoing in my mind, but the human has turned into a shooting star.
"Huh, I moved a bit, and I feel better."
After all this nonsense, my increasingly depressed mood improved a little, maybe, this is the way the dead cat cares about people.
Needless to say, necromancers are unpopular. They are proper villains in most legendary stories, but after saving someone, they are stared at like a murderer, which is really annoying.
[Do you care about the opinions of strangers? It should be that little girl looking at you like this, making you unhappy.]
Perhaps it was the time when I saw the corpses piled up after the massacre. The sight of the corpses of the bandits piled together seemed to make Katarina very uncomfortable. The look in my eyes became more and more strange, but the person had completely shrunk behind Barton. .
"...Do you think I can't throw you out?"
[You lost it.]
"Goddess with no morals! You think I can't cure you... Be careful I watch adult publications all night!"
[…too weak, is this the revenge of a virgin? At least go and see the live-action version, a boy with a heart but no guts, you deserve to be a bachelor for three hundred years, if you are really stupid, no one can stop you.]
"I, I, I'm going to die with you, I'm going to see the goblin dude! The gay version! Gee, those little things hold together... ugh."
Thinking of the propaganda poster I saw by chance, the inexplicable discomfort made me bow my head and vomit.
[I surrender... Those little green things are so disgusting, they can really sell anything to make money.]
I finally won, but the inexplicable sadness is still stagnant in my chest, as if I accidentally lost something important, is it integrity? Is it the lower limit? Or the last dignity of a pure straight man
"Master, I have left the signal, 'Everything is going well, tonight's transaction is going on 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 complexion has become darker, and there is an inexplicable atmosphere around him. It seems that something invisible is distorting under his skin. In the one eye that was 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 is the conversion of the Dark Ranger?"
"The arm strength has nearly doubled, the physical strength has no limit, and the eyesight has increased by more than four or five times. The dark magic still needs time to adapt. It's just these. It's not difficult for me to kill three before."
Seemingly satisfied with the power I have now, Zink doesn't seem dissatisfied with his appearance now that he can scare a crying child, and I nodded.
"Don't do it too much, you lose the pain and fatigue, it doesn't mean that your muscles won't be damaged and fatigued, the body structure of this half-dead man is still perfect, I don't like that Experiment No. 2 has not obtained enough The experimental data is inexplicably sudden death."
Experiment number two? Of course, as a top necromancer, this kind of resentful soul and a quasi-legendary body are in front of me. If I just convert it into a necromancer, how can I show my skills? Compared with a pure necromancer, Although the Half-Life Half-Dead has many shortcomings of the living, it retains the most enviable growth possibility of the undead. I am very much looking forward to the second half-dead created on the basis of a quasi-legendary.
the second? The dead cat that was just thrown out is the first one, but in order to ensure the success rate, the experimental prototypes are free of cost, and even resources such as gods and sins are smashed, plus the golden princess of the natural undead and ordinary human souls. The huge difference between Zink and Heloise in front of them is probably only the principle of the conversion ritual.
Ah, this is because the first machine is generally open, and the second machine is generally unlucky, and inexplicably received a lunch box. The mass-produced model looks very powerful, but often after a high-profile appearance, it suddenly becomes the cannon fodder for the collective lunch. And the root of the miscellaneous soldiers? It turns out that this world is actually the world of RMB players? All combat power ratios are the difference between the resources invested. It seems that I learned the truth unknowingly again.
Cough, let’s get down to business, for me, the hated Cink is indeed a very useful tool, and even in order to take into account his emotions, I let the robbers of the “Quick Knife Group” go to the ground for peace of mind.
"Isn't it that after having this new toy, you don't like those defective products?"
"Dead cat, did you just come back and want to fly again?"
Although I said the words of denial, I actually acquiesced to Heloise's guess in my heart. Indeed, compared with Zink, a few zombies and skeletons are really not on the table.
There are not many Heloises who have been restricted by many. From the design idea, the Dark Ranger Zink is a pure killing machine. The enhanced power is because the human body's instinctive restrictions on the physical body have been cancelled, and the pure physical power is at least the original three. more than twice, and no pain at all.
Although his heart is still beating, it is no longer his vital point. The core of his brain is the fire of the soul of the undead monarch, which gives him the possibility of using dark magic and magic. And those energy gains 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 slaughtering body with infinite potential.
Of course, the combination of life and death will also create a series of side effects and conflicts, maybe it will collapse at that time, but before that, it should give the Avengers enough power and leave me more useful data data.
Give him two years, and he should be able to exert a combat power that surpasses that of ordinary saints, but considering the possible battles and conflicts, and the possible national-level opponents, I need more.
Eyes swept over those corpses, it is best to give up helplessly. As Dead Cat said, these mortal corpses without even the silver rank are just remnants, and they have no special blood and abilities. Spending energy on them is equivalent to It's a waste of time, if it is made into a suture monster or the like, it will be too eye-catching, and a golden rank will be provoked by many living beings.
Finally, he turned his attention to the companions who were chatting, the mercenaries and the northern trio.
"It seems that we still have to find a way from the living."
…
…
When Roland was still worried about the lack of trump cards in his hand, it was already a busy scene in the knights of Kahn.
One by one, the passages into the mountains were sealed, and the armed royal soldiers acted as guards. Anyone who approached would be driven away. During this time, the mountain people who supported the mountains had to find another way.
In the face of unknown threats, the Grand Duke's second son Link, although he was only a young man who completed his coming-of-age ceremony and won the title of Earl soon, did not set off 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 leak out, 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 juggernauts, arrived, it was time for him to leave. In his plan, no matter which country learned the information, it directly took the Actions will be at least half a month slower than him.
But what he didn't know, and who had the same purpose as him, was his father's mortal enemy, the treasure hunters sent by Marquis Tariq, and they were already eyeing the surroundings, and they might forcibly break through the blockade at any time.
Of course, it was impossible for him to 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 come to that scourge has come. He is also eyeing the relics of the sage civilization, and he himself is already in this small territory!