Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 80: This is the Necromancer?
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"Finally came to the Roland Empire! I am free at last!" Ron suppressed the joy in his heart and could hardly help shouting. He stood in front of the west gate of Utan City, the border city of the Roland Empire, greedily Breathing the air of freedom, since entering the Roland Empire, Ron has felt an unprecedented ease. Here, he can do whatever he wants, without anyone interfering, even if he should summon the skeleton warrior, those people just throw in surprise With his eyes, no one came to gesticulate, and there were no reward orders posted on the streets.
The atmosphere of freedom here made Ron feel relieved.
"Congratulations, Ron! You finally escaped safely from the Holy See's sphere of influence. Don’t be afraid that they will chase after them. In the Roland Empire, you don’t have to hide from Tibet. The road to the strong!" Huo Meilin said with a smile.
"I will!" Ron's eyes flashed with confidence, "I will work harder!"
Entering the Roland Empire, it is natural to enjoy the flavor and scenery of the Roland Empire. Utan 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. People’s faces were filled with happy smiles, and merchants and horse-drawn carriages kept coming and going.
Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, there is no such majestic holy basilica here, but there are towers of mage rising from the ground. Here, the rare magicians abound, and they wear Roland. The magic robe unique to the empire, with the symbol of the magic union, holding a magic wand in his hand, and talking about all kinds of magic.
Ron looked east and west. He opened his eyes. He saw two people standing on the street proclaiming the idea of magic loudly. Those who had different opinions argued with him, and the two sides debated on the street, which caused many passersby. Stopped to watch and listened patiently, Ron also heard mesmerizingly.
Homelin said, "Ron, a lot of what they say is elementary magic theory, and many things are wrong. I think you should stop listening!"
Ron reluctantly retracted his gaze and replied, "Nothing, I just feel the atmosphere here is so good!"
"Indeed!" Khomelin also admired, "Compared to the Holy Roman Empire, here is relatively free!"
As Huo Meilin spoke, he turned his head slightly. Suddenly, his expression froze, and after a while, his body also trembled.
"Grandpa Huo Meilin, what's the matter with you?" Ron felt something wrong and asked quickly.
Huo Meilin didn't speak, his trembling hand pointed slightly to a place not far away, his face was angry and sad.
"What? It's worth the fuss!" Ron turned his head indifferently, and his eyes widened suddenly for a moment.
What did he see? He saw the Necromancer!
Yes, it's the Necromancer. Before, Ron had always heard people say that where the most Necromancers are, the answer is 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 ragged clothes, holding a bone-like thing in their hands, and looked dumb. If you don't look carefully, some people believe that they are corpses.
Those people control a lot of skeletons, and those skeletons struggled to support a large box. They were struggling to step by step and moved very slowly. The two black hole eyes did not transmit a trace of soul power.
These skeletons don't even have weapons in their hands, they are dull like machines, and the Necromancers who control them are obviously coolies. They are exposed to the sun and rain in exchange for food and clothing.
These necromancers are lucky. Under the corner of the other side, a large number of necromancers are sitting, lying down, waiting for their work. When they look at the necromancers carrying boxes, There was a look of envy in his eyes. At the same time, he looked around anxiously, hoping that well-meaning employers would look at them and hire them to do things.
At this time, on the other side of Ron, a sitting necromancer attracted their attention. It was a very ordinary young man sitting on the ground with various cards in his hand. In front of him, there was a lion-like creature made of skeletons. This lion had two bone wings on its back and a huge protrusion on its tail. If Khomelin was right, it was the bones of a poisonous manticore. .
On the back of the venomous manticore sits a teenage boy. The boy innocently grasped the two bone spurs behind the venomous manticore, with a smile on his face.
Homelin noticed that the skeleton of the so-called poisonous lion was just a phantom skeleton. In that skeleton, there was no trace of soul power, even the skeleton warrior Ron summoned for the first time. Not as good.
The poisonous manticore walked unhurriedly, bumping every step, as if it was about to fall apart at any time. The little boy leaped happily on the back of the poisonous manticore, playing horseback fighting. In the game, the young necromancer next to him was exhausted and sweating profusely. It seemed that he was struggling to support the poisonous manticore.
Not far behind the poisonous manticore, a young aristocratic couple is pointing, watching the little boy's expression full of love.
"My dear, do you see how prestigious our son is after riding a poisonous manticore? It seems that he has the potential to become a poisonous manticore!" The woman put her head gently on the man's shoulder, and said Said softly.
The man said with a grin, "Of course, don't look at whose fine breed this is..."
The woman hit him with a smile, "You are so beautiful, can you be born without me?"
The man is giggling.
"The time is up!" The young man manipulating the manticore skeleton said hoarsely.
At this time, the poisonous lion stopped, and then disappeared into a puff of light 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, wiped the sweat from his face.
"Mom...Mom...I still want to play...I want to play..." At this time, the little boy who was playing well reluctantly got up, grabbing the young woman's thigh and pleading.
The woman was so entangled that she touched her son's head, "Okay...play... Let's continue playing!" Then she turned to her husband, "Honey! Look..."
The man nodded, "Let's play again!" As he said, he glanced at the necromancer on the ground and picked up a card, "That's it! Dragon Knight! Hey, how awesome... "
The young Necromancer nodded, and he chanted a spell. After a while, a black mist rose from the ground.
Huo Meilin frowned, "No, the spell is wrong, and he doesn't seem to have practiced soul power!"
Not long after, something like a flying dragon appeared in front of a few people. The skeleton of this flying dragon is about two meters long and half a meter high, just like a real flying dragon. It **** its wings, flicks its tail, and shakes its head. The appearance made people around laugh.
"Riding a dragon...riding a dragon..." The little boy quickly ran to the bones of the flying dragon skeleton and climbed up. At this time, the flying dragon skeleton moved and continued to show his wings. Like flying, with two wings flapping, making a clicking sound. There are a few poor children standing around, looking at the little boy riding on the back of the dragon skeleton, with envy in his eyes, although he can only play for a while, But the cost of three silver coins is not affordable to everyone.
"Hehe, look...look... our son might become a dragon knight... you see how professional he plays, he rides like a real dragon knight!" That young nobleman The woman clapped her hands and said.
The man also responded with a smile, "Well, when he gets older, send him to the Xianglong Academy, ride a real dragon, and become a real dragon knight..."
"Oh..." Ron sighed slightly and shook his head. He knew that such a skeleton couldn't fight at all.
When he turned his head, he saw that Grandpa Huo Meilin was already in tears.
Ron was shocked, "Grandpa Homelin, what's the matter with you?"
"It's nothing!" Huo Meilin was shocked and took a deep breath, and wiped away the muddy tears from his cheeks, "It's just that I have occasional feelings and my heart is touched! I think of the natural disaster church 100,000 years ago, How noble the Necromancer is, but now, it has fallen to this point..."
Huo Meilin smiled miserably, "Before I saw it with my own eyes, I never thought that such a bunch of useless skeletons, without any power, even something inferior to ordinary people, was actually summoned by the Necromancer. , Haha, great, this is the Necromancer, what a **** irony..."
Huo Meilin took a deep breath, "I remember, those people looked contemptuous when they heard the Necromancer, and for this reason they looked down upon 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 did not expect that undead magic has not fallen to this point. Look at...Look at these bone shelves again. Those ancestors of the natural disaster church saw all this and were afraid that they would come alive with anger!"
Ron was sad, and said for a while, "Grandpa Khomelin, everything will be fine, so let me teach them the real undead magic, in this way, the undead magic will be revitalized, and our necromancer will also No need to live so miserably."
Huo Meilin thought for a while, still shook his head, "No, it's not time to teach undead magic!"
Ron asked in amazement, "Why?"
Huo Meilin replied, "Undead magic has not fallen like this. You are now teaching undead magic, which is equivalent to starting a school. Without strong strength, it is impossible to do it!"
"In addition, the rise of the natural disaster church and the strong return of undead magic will inevitably touch the nerves of some people. At that time, you will face many difficulties and obstacles. Only your own strong strength is the guarantee for your rise. , Without these, just empty talk!"
Ron understood, he nodded, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, what do you think I should do now?"
Huo Meilin pondered for a moment, and then said, "On the road of cultivation, you don't need others to teach you anything. As long as I know, I can teach you anything..."
"Becoming a strong person requires not only cultivation, but also a lot of knowledge. You need to understand the world. You need to master magic, vindictive and other related situations, advantages, disadvantages, etc., and one more, I am now The knowledge that you have 100,000 years ago can no longer keep up with this era. You may need to go to a specialized college to study systematically!"
Ron nodded, "I see!"
Homelin sighed, then said seriously, "Ron, I hope you can promise me one thing! At least when you have the ability."
"Grandpa Huo Meilin, you say!"
"Rebuild the Church of the Natural Disasters...Restore the glory of the undead magic..." Khomelin's eyes looked into the distance, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.