Chapter 242 [Manipulation of Dead Corpses]
What does it mean to find nowhere even after wearing iron shoes, and to find it without any effort at all?
This is it.
For this map, Gothe rushed from Duoerbian to the Snover clan, and stayed in the Snover clan camp for a whole week, but still had no clue.
Now, when God has given up, Gillette Snover, the leader of the Snover clan, has given this map to him.
Of course, it's not without conditions.
Now it is equivalent to a message delivery task. After completing the task, you can obtain "Northern Territory Map*1, increase the favorability of Baruch and Gillette Snover".
Four hundred kilometers, at your own speed, will take about 12-15 days. Gaode thought about it in his heart and finally nodded.
"Okay, I can help you bring the news."
Firstly, for this map, and secondly, facing Baruch's pleading eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.
Not to mention anything else, the favor of Baruch imparting [Wild Astuteness] to him for free was enough for Gothe to agree.
After all, it is just running errands and delivering messages, not a difficult task.
Although he was unable to risk his life like Baruch for a tribe that was unknown to him, he was still willing to do something within his power.
Baruch took the map from Gillette Snover, looked at it carefully, and pointed at one of the places with his finger, "It's right here. You can find our snowfield guardians when you go here. A branch was established in this area."
Gothe nodded, took the animal skin map, and looked at it carefully.
Although the map only records part of the northern region and is not exhaustive, many symbols are marked in the recorded areas.
These different symbols and colors mark many important landmarks, including several important tribes, the grazing areas chosen by the Snover clan, and so on.
At the same time, there are some handwritten notes on the edge of the map, marking some places that need special attention.
For example, there are dangerous areas where powerful leyline creatures need to be detoured, areas where beast herds appear frequently, and even some important resource points.
It can be seen from this that the value of this map is important knowledge accumulated by the Snover clan for generations.
If it weren't for the special circumstances, Gillette Snover would never have been able to take it out.
The location Baruch pointed to was next to a blue dot marking a lake on the map.
"I know," Gothe said simply, "Then I'm ready to go now."
He has always been a person with strong execution ability.
“Wait a moment.” Gillette Snover called Gothe again.
He walked out of the tent and called a tribesman, and said a few words. After waiting for a while, he walked back to the tent with some dried meat.
Gilead Snover handed these dried meats to Gothe, and then apologized: "You have to prepare some dry food when you are on your way. This time the tribe suffered heavy losses, so we can only provide these."
"Thank you." Gothe naturally would not dislike anything. As a witness to the beast tide, he knew very well that the Snover clan had suffered heavy losses this time.
Human casualties are one thing, but the death of reindeer and their frightened flight are even more serious.
Because reindeer has always been the most important food source for the Snover clan.
For northerners, food often means life.
Getting the dry food and map, Gothe left the Snover clan.
“Can you really trust a stranger?” Gillette Snover watched Gothe’s figure completely disappear from sight outside the tent, then turned back to the tent and faced the weak man who was still lying on the bed. asked the helpless Baruch.
“Foreigners are generally cunning and cunning.”
“No, he is not such a person,” Baruch said with great certainty: “He has a kind heart. ”
After leaving the dilapidated Snover camp, Gothe took out the map, first used the [North Pointing Technique] to confirm the north, then briefly identified it against the map, and then headed northeast.
A small figure emerged from Gothe's pocket.
“Isn’t the guardian of the snowfield protecting the snowfield?” Flora asked in confusion.
She also heard what Baruch said just now.
Obviously, she could not understand why one of them, both guardians of the snowfield, set off a tide of beasts to slaughter the tribe, while the other was willing to sacrifice his own life to protect the tribe.
"Many things have good intentions at the beginning, but in the end they always begin to deteriorate, because it is difficult to not forget the original intention," Gaode explained.
“Is it difficult?” Flora muttered, “Lord Flora just wants to plant trees.”
“So, Lady Flora is as wise as she is foolish.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sir, Laura is smart.”
"Mage, you are dishonest."
Snover Camp.
Just half a day after Gothe left here.
The thunderous sound sounded again, and it was moving from far to near at an extremely fast speed.
As the sound got closer and louder, the ground began to tremble slightly.
Baruch, who was still resting in the tent, suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression changed instantly.
“Tide of beasts!”
With his rich experience, he immediately recognized what this sound represented.
“Shut up!”
The next moment, Baruch blurted out another word.
It is impossible for beast tides to break out one after another in a short period of time, unless there is human manipulation behind them.
If the first man-made beast wave was just to destroy some northern tribes in order to obtain "fresh materials" needed to practice forbidden necromancy.
The purpose of this second human-made beast wave less than a day apart is obviously not just the former, but the high probability of discovering his traces and trying to silence him.
Baruch had thought that the mastermind behind the beast tide would definitely come to check the situation and "collect information" afterwards.
But in Baruch's view, once the mastermind discovers that the Snover clan is still there, he will inevitably retreat in anger.
After all, isn't the reason why the other party wants to use the beast tide to attack the northern tribes because they are worried that if they attack by themselves, their identity will be exposed easily?
Practice forbidden necromancy, that is a big deal, enough to attract the high-level mage of the Snowfield Guardian Association to personally take action.
Since you are wary, you should act cautiously, just like an assassin making a sneak attack. If you fail to hit him, you will be able to escape thousands of miles away.
This is the most common sense judgment.
Baruch had no idea that the other party would act so crazy and leave no way out.
After he dispersed the beast tide, what the mastermind wanted was to silence him!
A wave of snow wolves, much larger than the previous wave of snow wolves, surged in and surrounded the Snover camp, which had just been damaged by the beast wave.
The number of these snow wolves is astonishing, covering almost every corner in sight.
What is very strange is that these ferocious snow wolves roared, but did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, they only formed a huge encirclement and completely blocked the Snover camp.
All the survivors of the Snover clan have left their tents, trembling and looking at these ferocious snow wolves, their faces pale and their hearts filled with despair.
Before a beast wave of this scale, even in their heyday, they could only face the fate of being completely destroyed, not to mention that they had already experienced heavy losses in the previous wave and their vitality was severely damaged.
It’s just that the stagnation of these snow wolves has given the Snover tribe some slim hope.
It seems that there may be a turning point?
At this moment.
The snow wolves dispersed to both sides. A man wearing a silver-white hooded cape, hiding his face in a mask with only a pair of sharp eyes exposed, rode away from the snow wolves on a golden-eyed snow wolf. come out.
The man rode on the back of the golden-eyed snow wolf and looked condescendingly at Gillette Snover, who was standing at the forefront of the crowd.
Then, he flicked his fingers, magic wave flashed through, and a virtual figure appeared in the air.
It is the portrait of Baruch. "Have you ever seen this person?"
The man asked in a hoarse voice that seemed to have been deliberately changed, with an unquestionable and domineering tone.
Gillette Snover, who was feeling frightened, took a deep breath, took a serious look at the figure, and then nodded and said: "I have seen it before. Our tribe was just attacked by a tide of beasts, and it was this person who took action and saved the people." Our tribe."
"Very good." The man nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, the figure disappeared into the air.
Of course he knew that Baruch had taken action, and the reason why he still asked this question was his "test" for the Snover people.
"Tell me, where is he now?" the man asked indifferently.
Gilead Snover had a tangled expression on his face.
"Huh?" The man snorted coldly, and the golden-eyed snow wolf under him suddenly bared his teeth, followed by all the snow wolves who also bared their teeth, and the heavy breathing of the snow wolves suddenly became one.
The intimidating power of the snow wolves made the Snover people commotion.
Gilead Snover seemed to have made up his mind. He pointed in one direction, "That man went in that direction. I originally wanted to retain him and express my gratitude, but he said he had something important to do. If you want to do it, you won’t stay.”
“That’s interesting.” The man smiled coldly, satisfied with Gillette Snover’s answer, and then patted Jin Tongxue under him without any warning. Wolf.
Roar!
At his signal, the golden-eyed snow wolf looked up to the sky and roared.
This long roar is a signal.
The next moment, in the eyes of all the Snover people in shock and fear, the snow wolves looked fierce and rushed towards them.
The Snover people tried to resist, but their efforts seemed so insignificant in front of the overwhelming snow wolves.
The continuous howl of wolves and the screams echoed in the camp, and one Snover man was thrown to the ground one after another.
The snow wolves were vying to bite each other, and the blood and howls were mixed together, forming an unbearable picture. The scene was chaotic and terrifying.
Baruch, who was unable to resist due to serious injuries, felt very calm inside when he watched the snow wolf tear open the tent and see it pounce on him with its smelly saliva.
He had already guessed his ending when he heard the screams coming from outside.
Even at that moment, Baruch thought of many things.
Even among the guardians of the snowfield, there are only a few who can organize two waves of beasts of this scale in a short period of time, at least not him.
And he is already considered a backbone among the guardians of the snowfield.
This means that the man behind the scenes will be the "high-level" of the Snowfield Guardian, a high-level mage whose strength far exceeds him.
Thinking of this, Baruch felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
The only thing he was thankful for was that Gothe, who was responsible for delivering the letter, had left half a day ago.
This is his last hope.
On the hills outside Snover Camp.
The man who was arrogant and arrogant in front of the Snover tribe just now was respectfully reporting the situation to an old man.
“According to the tribe leader, after Baruch killed Ai Jin, he did not stop at any time in their tribe, but headed northwest without stopping.”
Ai. Jin is the name of the golden-eyed snow wolf that Baruch killed earlier.
"Northwest." The old man's voice was full of coldness: "He should have discovered something and is preparing to report the situation to the headquarters."
"Although the headquarters knows about the situation here, it may not be able to trace me, but there is nothing wrong with being careful."
"We can't let him bring the news back, we must do it before Find him and kill him!" the old man said coldly.
"I understand, don't worry, elder. As soon as I find out what happened to Ai Jin, I will immediately learn about the specific situation and report to you."
"Baruch has only been gone for less than half a day now. I can't go far at all. I will definitely find his traces and eliminate them before he brings the news back."
"This must be done beautifully."
"Don't worry about me doing the work." The man promised.
He hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but said: "Elder, with our current strength, we can completely replace him, why do we need to do things so cautiously?"
The old man was deeply moved. He glanced at the man and then said: "You are still too young. There are many secrets among the Snowfield Guardians that you don't know. You just need to know that the Snowfield Guardians are far more powerful than you think, and their origins are even more extraordinary."< br>
“Not to mention that I haven’t accomplished anything big yet, even if it is, I still need the title of Snowfield Guardian.”
After saying this, he looked at the snow-covered people from a distance. Snover's camp was flooded by wolves and he said casually: "These bones will be left to you."
When the man heard the words, he quickly said respectfully: "Thank you, elder!"
Although his face was covered by a mask, the man's joy at this time could still be seen in his tone.
Half an hour later, the originally noisy Snover camp now became dead silent.
A row of mutilated corpses were neatly placed in the open space in the center of the camp, including the corpse of the patriarch Gillette Snover.
Each corpse was covered with bite marks and scratches, and the blood had long solidified, making it particularly shocking.
These corpses once belonged to the Iceborn mages, who were the most powerful force in the tribe during their lifetime, but now, they can only lie quietly on the cold snow.
Those ordinary Snover people have become the rations of the snow wolves. Not to mention their remains, even their bones have been chewed up and swallowed by the greedy snow wolves.
However, the ice-born mages of the Snover tribe were able to preserve their bodies relatively completely under the man's gesture.
The man was standing in front of these corpses at the moment, with an unspeakable evil light in his eyes.
He slowly raised his hand, and an invisible magic wave filled the air.
The next moment, the man stretched out his hand, and a gray energy beam shot out from his hand and sank into one of the corpses on the ground.
An extremely strange scene happened:
With the injection of energy beam, the originally still body suddenly began to tremble. There seemed to be something crawling under his skin, and the bones made a slight click. Click.
Soon, the bones in the dead body began to separate on their own, as if driven by some invisible force.
The muscles and tendons between the bones shrank rapidly and soon fell off, leaving only a white skeleton.
And this skeleton seemed to have a will of its own. First, the fingers and toes shook slightly, then the limbs began to bend, and finally, a complete skeleton crawled out of it.
Every bone in the skeleton was shaking, as if it had regained some form of life.
It stood up slowly, its eye sockets flashed with green phosphorus fire.
This phosphorus fire is like the light of the soul that guides its actions.
The skeleton's joints made a creaking sound, and it stood there motionless, waiting for the next instruction.
A three-ring necromantic spell, one of the forbidden spells.
【Manipulate the Dead】!
The man ignored the skeleton and continued to cast the spell.
More energy beams shot out from his hands and disappeared into other corpses one by one.
Every injection of energy beam will trigger a similar reaction.
Skeletons crawled out of the corpses one after another, as if summoned from the abyss of death.
The appearance of these skeletons broke the silence around them, and a suffocating atmosphere filled the air.
Although the skeletons have lost their flesh and blood, they appear to be more active than any living creature at this moment, with eternal beating flames burning in their eye sockets.
The man stopped casting spells until all the ice mage corpses turned into skeletons.
He looked around and saw a group of skeletons standing quietly, waiting for his next order.
The skeletons of these skeletons are particularly conspicuous in the snow, like heretics in this pure white.
This scene can be said to be very weird, enough to make one's scalp numb.
But looking at this scene, the man nodded with satisfaction.
(End of this chapter)