Chapter 975: Gretel, are you determined to become the Lord of Plague?
Here in Thunder Corner, people were laughing and joking, and the fights were mainly when Gretel was beaten unilaterally. Over there in Black Crow Swamp, the atmosphere was quite solemn.
Lin En stood with his head lowered in front of a tall and thin black-robed mage, with his hands clasped tightly. The black-robed mage was pale, with a face that was more bloated than chubby, and his pupils were dark and straight.
Stare at Lynn's face.
His black robe is made of unknown material. At first glance, it looks like the highest grade velvet, but at closer look, it looks translucent. There are countless pale dots inside. If you look closely, you will see that every dot is...
It’s a human face of pain…
There is no mage badge on his robe. It is obvious that this person has reached the point where even if he does not use the mage badge, no one will recognize him. At least Lin En will recognize him.
The disciple of His Excellency the Immortal, his own mentor, and the senior brother of Archmage Edgar. The Immortal’s sect, the highest-ranking necromancer still in Nevis.
Gastro Hines, 18th level necromancer, death branch.
"You were in danger this time and Black Crow Swamp couldn't rescue you. I'm sorry."
Master Heins spoke slowly. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he had not used his vocal cords for at least ten years.
Lin En knew that this was normal. Many high-level necromancers were accustomed to using ventriloquism to speak, or simply used the undead that they carried with them to speak for them. As for themselves?
The body has been gradually infiltrated by negative energy, and is even preparing to transform into a lich. What kind of voice function do you need!
He quickly lowered his head and stared at the corner of the robe of the elder of the master, while being careful not to let himself be immersed in that robe:
Master Hines's bone robe is also a famous magic weapon in Black Crow Swamp. It contains hundreds of dead souls. It even used space magic to forge eighteen skulls, all of which were his lifetime.
Among the powerful enemies he killed, there were many gains from leapfrog kills.
When facing enemies, enemies with insufficient level will be distracted by the magic robes just by looking at them; even if they can resist, the dead souls and skulls will fly out together, and they can still beat the opponent into confusion. What's more, these
Revenant souls and skeletons, eat the enemy, and you can level up...
"I was in danger at the time, and the situation was unknown. Moreover, the New World is too vast and full of dangers." Lin En lowered his head and spoke calmly word by word. His heart was also calm, without any resentment:
"Whether it is according to the habits of the mage or the habits of the Black Crow Swamp, there is no reason for the school to spend too much manpower and energy to rescue me and fall into danger."
He raised his head and looked directly at Master Heins, his gaze steady and unblinking:
"Besides, in order to save me, the teacher also did everything he could to save me. I am very grateful."
"...Anyway, Black Crow Swamp is very happy that you can get out of trouble." Master Heins sighed secretly, wondering whether this child was pulled over by Thunder Horn.
No resentment, just because there are no expectations. If you have expectations for the school and the teacher, how can you really not be resentful?
He turned over his hands and took out a space bag and handed it to Linn:
"You advanced to level 9 in the New World. You must have some five-ring spells that you didn't redeem before you left. These are some spells collected in Black Crow Swamp. You can take a look at them first. There are also two magic rewards from the master.
equipment."
Although this kind of icing on the cake is not as good as providing help in times of need, it is still better than nothing. Lin En took it with both hands, lowered his head, and listened to Master Heins continue:
"By the way, the Eagle God has scratched your magic pet. As long as it doesn't swallow it, we will make it spit it out. If there is more than one crystal skull, one of them will be assigned to your name."
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Lin En bowed lightly and did not refuse. The school was willing to give to him, and of course he was grateful and willing to repay him. In such a win-win situation, what was the need to refuse?
Master Heins nodded:
"Your teacher has just been promoted to level 13 recently. For the time being, he is still busy with study and research. In the future, if you have any questions, you can ask me directly." After saying this, Lin En nodded and immediately continued:
"Come, take a walk with me and get to know the mages who are here this time."
Linn hesitated for a moment. He quickly glanced at Gretel and shook his head:
"Sorry, I think it's better for me to follow Master Nordmark."
Hines waved his hand and stopped talking. Linn walked quickly behind Grete and lined up between Serira and Bernard. He followed Grete forward step by step and listened to the introductions one by one by Senior Brother Baierbo:
"This is Gassani Muniz, your senior sister Philbi's disciple, level 15, force field direction."
Mage Muniz took a step forward and nodded to Gretel first. Although he was of a higher level, in front of the Lord of Thunder, Gretel was sitting and he was standing. Gretel could discuss and ask questions, but he could only listen with his ears open.
Share...
Besides, this guy is already level 10. At this rate of advancement, he might be higher than him in a few years. How can you be so arrogant to someone based on your own level?
Gretel quickly nodded in return. Senior Brother Baierbo then pointed to the next one:
"This is Yin Sabel Ladd, level 15, sonic direction."
Yin Sabel smiled at him, but did not move, waiting for Gretel to salute first. Gretel understood instantly:
This person is not from Thunder Horn, maybe from another branch of the Plasticity Department? Yes, even though the teacher is a rotating legend stationed at Yingol Peak, it is not easy to swallow all the money for a job like this.
Don’t give it to anyone else…
"This is the Mansfield Archmage of the Conjuration System, a 9th-level arcanist, and a 17th-level magician. He is good at portal construction and mage tower construction, and tower spirit enlightenment."
Wow! Familiar! Grete saluted respectfully. Archmage Mansfield said with a smile:
"I was the one who came to enlighten your mage tower in the first place. In just a few years, it has gone from level three to level ten. It's amazing! If you work harder, your mage tower can be upgraded again in the future!"
"It depends on the harvest of this wave..." Gretel laughed. Archmage Mansfield also laughed:
"I also hope that this time the harvest will be better. At the very least, if the council wants to build the mage tower in the Eagle Country, it can use more local materials and consume less of the ones brought by the council..."
"Then it's up to me." Another mage on the side interrupted. Gretel turned around after hearing this, and Archmage Baierbo gave him some pointers:
"This is Archmage Vickers of the Alchemy Guild, level 15, good at manufacturing magic equipment and identifying precious materials..."
Okay, is this person here to be responsible for identifying, refining materials, and supplying raw materials to the Mage Tower? It seems that this action of the Parliament is to build a permanent base in the Eagle Country...
Gretel followed the senior brothers, nodding, smiling, and saying their names one by one. The council came this time, two were 18th level, two were 17th level, and a bunch were 16th and 15th level. Of course, each archmage also brought an appropriate
The two combat-class followers are also level 15 upwards in Yishui.
As this row of people stood up, Gretel was a little frightened:
Is the treasury of the Eagle Country enough?
Will it be necessary to raid the people, raid nobles and wealthy businessmen, or even go to temples to dismantle golden statues?
It’s not good to go too far. In the final analysis, we are here to cooperate, not to steal money!
The rest of the people were standing far below the airship and did not come over, nor were they personally introduced by the Archmage. Gretel guessed that many of them were apprentices, disciples, or staff of the parliament, brought here to obey orders, or to prepare.
Going to work in Eagle Kingdom?
"Everyone rest here for three days!" After the introduction, Archmage Baierbo's loud voice immediately spread throughout the team:
"Inspect the airship, replenish food, drinking water and energy, and purchase supplies! Take advantage of these three days to learn about the situation in the New World and purchase some additional things suitable for the local conditions. After three days, gather here early in the morning!"
The crowd dispersed in an uproar. Some were inspecting the airship, some were repairing the airship, some were chatting with the local mage, some were shopping together, some were trying to buy cheap things and went to one store after another...
Gretel just stretched his head and wanted to go on the airship for a walk, when his senior brother pushed him back:
"Why do you still want to be lazy? Take a walk and go back and write your paper! Before the airship sets off, hand in your paper as soon as possible, and the teacher can quickly approve it for you!"
Grete:T_T
I'm not saying that, my recent achievements are rather strange, and the teacher may not approve them...
However, under the violent suppression of his senior brother, Grete still kept going and started writing. Well, the first article, the process of advancement and insights, as well as the analysis and vigilance of the power of faith;
The second article uses bleaching powder solution as the raw material to induce cloud and fog, and analyzes the ability to restrain [Fog of Disease];
The third article uses cowpox as a casting material to induce [Fog of Disease], rapid and mass vaccination;
In the fourth article, he revised the mass disease technique down to the third level...
Archmage Baierbo would come around every once in a while. He saw Gretel lying down writing for a while, his expression focused, and the [Endless Ink Pen] rubbed against the paper, making a swishing sound;
For a while, I leaned in front of the eucalyptus, with my eyes slightly closed, and only the hard-working oak staff rolled up the pen to write hard. It seemed that I was using mind control instead of handwriting;
After a while, he jumped up and turned around a few times, moved his hands and feet, and jumped a few times on the spot. The oak stick continued to write hard, writing, jumping up on the spot, and gave Gretel a big surprise:
"Okay...I'll write it myself..."
Grete said something about his oak staff and sat back down. Archmage Baierbo stood beside his desk, picked up a paper and started reading.
After reading the first article, I nodded and smiled; after reading the second article, I pondered slightly; after reading the third article, I frowned slightly; after reading the fourth article...
"Are you determined to become the Lord of Plagues? For such a long time, you haven't studied even a little bit about the spells in the evocation department?!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Let go! It hurts!"
Gretel tilted his head and bared his teeth.
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