Chapter 463 120. Necromancer
Many warriors are called barbarians because of their rude and unkempt behavior.
The reason is simple. Warriors usually need to face fierce battles and equally fierce competition. Paying attention to the instrument is something that people with money and time need to consider, such as spell casters.
But there is a group of people who are excluded: necromancers, necromancers, necromancers, necromancers... In short, spellcasters who are proficient in the necromancy system are completely different from other spellcasters "uncrowned nobles" Regarding treatment, they don't say that everyone yells and beats them, but it also annoys everyone.
So most necromancy spellcasters will stay away from towns, because of the long-term loneliness and the influence of negative magic, they gradually become distorted, lose respect for morality and law, and then a vicious cycle...
More than a hundred miles away from Gemstone Bay, a destitute team that looked like beggars was advancing.
In the cold early spring, they were wearing bloated mage robes, holding clattering wooden pots, and carrying baggage. Loose hair and plaster stuck together, like a walking zombie. In the city, you will be thrown a few coins by the well-meaning nobles, and in the wild, you may be thrown a group purification spell by the passing paladin.
But these migrating necromancers find it very fresh. The wilderness and fresh air of the melted snow are completely different from the dampness and coldness underground. There are also the young shoots of weeds emerging from the soil, surrounding their old bodies. Friends, crows...
Occasionally passing through villages under the rule of nobles, they can actually go in to eat something and be stared at by curious children -
This is a very friendly place.
...
"Hurry up and hand over your baby!"
When they were approaching Gem City, a group of bandits stood on their way.
Perhaps it was their downfall that allowed this group of bandits, who only had a few horses and a few sets of incomplete armor, to dare to rob them.
“Let me deal with them.”
A female necromancer in the team stood up. She was shaped like a stunted peanut.
"Gentlemen, I am willing to pay some price in exchange for letting us pass..." The female mage pulled down her collar, revealing a piece of fair skin.
The bandit leader first looked troubled, and then tactfully explained that the 'treasures' they wanted were money and food.
"We have to give a good impression to the lord who is willing to accept us... Let's start by dealing with this group of bandits." A spellcaster with scars from his forehead across his eyes, nose, and lips said with a ferocious smile, and opened his Baggage that smells rotten.
A pile of rotten short limbs that vaguely resembled a human shape appeared. Before the scarred necromancer started chanting, the bandits collapsed.
"Plague Mage! Run away!"
The bandits fled, and the Scar Necromancer picked up the severed limbs while his companions ignored the corpses and the stench.
The female necromancer regretfully picked up the iron sword thrown away by a bandit and stuffed the weapon, which was still worth dozens of copper coins, into her backpack.
......
Annan was really startled when he first saw the necromancers who had taken refuge in him, but he quickly remembered that someone had told him that people were keen to judge a person by his appearance. As for a person's character, if a person is rich and handsome, then he must be gentle and approachable; if a person is thin, then he will be cold and unkind - this is wrong. Appearance should not be the criterion for judging a person. Who knows if a young and good-looking boy will party with elves, orcs, ghosts and centaurs all day and all night behind his back——
Wait, is that person scolding himself?
“I can assure you that they are either orderly or kind.”
See the beautiful Gem Bay, the Gem City under construction, the magnificence of the City Lord’s Palace and the luxury of the Crystal Lair. Henry already considers himself a Gem City native.
"I believe." Annan's eyes showed gentleness, and he said seriously to these refugee-like necromancers: "An unscrupulous spell caster will not be so miserable. Only those who firmly believe in the light will fight for the justice in their hearts. And persist...you have worked hard."
Annan's words pierced their hearts, and some necromancers were about to cry,
"Lord City Lord, what do you need us to do?! Form a natural disaster of the undead, or bring plague and death to the enemy!" The former opponent has now turned into a loyal subordinate. There were still some kind-hearted necromancers in the team who frowned. Those necromancers who had received attention for the first time had already taken out a pile of human skeletons stained with rotten flesh.
They have morals, but not much.
The remains are the source of power for the Necromancer.
A necromancer without bones can only throw out a mischievous curse. A necromancer with a large cemetery as a backing dares to attack a town. As for a necromancer with a dragon tomb...live first Let’s live the dragon’s revenge.
"I don't need you to fight... Did you see the wasteland being reclaimed when you came from the north? I will make you farmers, provide you with bones to make a large number of skeletons, and then convert the skeletons into farmers. Let them take care of the farmland."
"Sorry? What did you say?" The necromancers looked at each other.
Annan took a deep breath and said again patiently:
"I don't need you to fight... Did you see the wasteland being reclaimed when you came from the north? I will Let you become farmers, provide you with bones to create a large number of skeletons, and then turn the skeletons into farmers and let them take care of the farmland."
"...I'm leaving," Scar Mage said suddenly. Cursed: "Do you believe his stupid words? Let us farm...cough-bah!"
"Protect Lord Annan!"
Loxi, who rushed over, used his face to block the thick phlegm for Annan, while the surrounding soldiers surrounded the panicked necromancers with their elements without Ingrid's words. , drag away the culprit.
"You think so too?" Annan asked Henry and the others.
"We..." Henry hesitated, "Lord Annan, can you let us think about it?"
"Of course." Annan asked the soldiers to lead the necromancers into the mansion.
"What are you going to do with the attacker?" Ingrid stood aside.
Annan handed the handkerchief to Losi: "Proceed according to the law."
"Gem City has not had time to formulate laws."
"Then...then let it go. Right.”
Ingrid was stunned: “That’s it?”
"Otherwise, what about lynching? Let the guards teach him a lesson? Or let Losey take revenge privately?"
Losie raised his head, eager to give it a try.
"But he actually spat at you." This is different from the education Ingrid received: "No one in power will let someone who offends them so much, especially if he is just an insignificant person "
"There is a saying in my hometown that power means corruption, absolute power means absolute corruption, and law is the weapon to restrict power."
Ingrid chewed this several times. Paragraph: "He will not hear these words and will not appreciate you."
"It doesn't matter, what I need is justice."
Annan said deeply, the most important thing is: "Anyway, the saliva didn't spit on my face."
(End of this chapter)