The necromancer who traveled through another world is too tough

At noon, the Undead Department provided everyone with a sufficient lunch. Looking at the sumptuous dishes, Yuan Wei had a full understanding of the importance the college attached to this competition.

In all aspects, the departments have made perfect preparations for these people. Their only mission this month is to practice + practice.

After quickly finishing lunch, the instructor Zhang Feng directly arranged for everyone to fight in the venue.

This time we will compete in groups randomly.

Yuanwei fought against Evan, Jeff fought against the second-level mid-level Kochi, and Avril fought against the second-level low-level alternate members Wang Shi and O'Neil, 2 against 1.

The remaining people immediately stood facing each other and prepared to fight. However, Evan, the second-level top grader, raised an objection to the instructor:

"Teacher Zhang Feng, with Yuanwei's strength just at level 1, should I fight against Kochi or Jeff? How can I make progress by fighting him?"

Zhang Feng glanced at Evan meaningfully and refused directly:

"I am a teacher, and I decide the method of this training. If you have any objections, you can withdraw directly. I believe the two students on the waiting list will be happy with this position?"

Some frivolous words made Evan turn off the engine immediately. He glanced at Yuan Wei with some hatred and did not dare to say anything. He took out his staff and walked to the opposite side of Yuan Wei.

Yuan Wei also shrugged and said nothing more.

Compared to the little witch Avril, Yuan Wei does look down upon these top students in the class.

With his rigid thinking and low strength, Yuan Wei actually had no interest in it.

After all, compared to Avril, who has all kinds of rare spells, the other people in the class are actually not much different from her in strength.

Everyone who has never experienced a real battle just releases their skills like wooden stakes in the battle, without knowing the rhythm of control and output.

Yuanwei also learned tactics and spell evasion skills through Avril's continuous torture.

To be honest, Yuan Wei also admires Avril's strength. He doesn't know what kind of training this 13-year-old girl has undergone. She is so superb in both spell-casting skills and fighting qualities.

At the command of instructor Zhang Feng, the battle between the three groups began.

Yuan Wei looked at Evan, who was holding a staff and looking arrogant, and started the skeleton summoning directly without any politeness, summoning the native spirit corpse and 6 skeleton warriors.

Seeing that the other party had not activated the summoning skill yet, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Yuan Wei's eyes.

Directly command the natal spirit corpse to attack Evan.

The spirit corpse quickly picked up the knife and accelerated forward.

Evan was stunned by the extraordinary speed, and he quickly recited the zombie summoning spell:

"The guardian of the dead in the undead world, under the power of the contract, obey my call and become my slave! Zombie summons!"

It is similar to the spell to summon skeletons, but with the ups and downs of the tone and the different output methods of magic, it summons zombies from the undead world to the Aegean continent.

But before the zombies came out of the world of the dead, a long knife was already placed on Evan's neck, and the cold blade stimulated Evan to twitch.

The spell stopped, and the zombies in the undead world retreated helplessly.

"Yuanwei wins!" A deep voice sounded from behind the two of them. The instructor Zhang Feng gave Evan a cold look and said directly.

"Mentor, this is a sneak attack!" Evan said loudly with a red face.

When Yuanwei's native spirit corpse heard Evan's shout, he directly raised the long knife that he had just removed.

Let Evan swallow his words halfway.

Yuan Wei chuckled and did not refute.

I saw the instructor Zhang Feng's staff raised high and hit Evan directly on the butt.

The sudden attack couldn't help but make Evan stagger. Even the Yuanwei's natal spirit corpse quickly put away its sword and retreated. The sword was almost taken off by the shock, and it really hit Evan's neck.

Yuan Wei also kept saying "Wow!"

He almost became a classmate, which made Yuan Wei look at his instructor with some resentment.

As if Zhang Feng didn't realize it, he continued to hit Evan's body a few times with the staff in his hand, causing Evan to retreat repeatedly.

"You can't even defeat a magic apprentice who is one level lower than you, and you still have the nerve to bark here. If you were on the battlefield, you would have been hacked to death."

Instructor Zhang Feng shouted loudly, hitting Evan repeatedly with the staff in his hand.

Seeing Evan trying to dodge, a bone cage was activated, directly trapping Evan in place.

The staff in his hand kept hitting the opponent, and while hitting him, he cursed:

"You still dare to hide, let you act cool, let you recite curses stupidly, and always call others fools. I think you are the biggest fool."

After beating for more than 10 times, the mouths of those who watched the battle were twitching.

This is the first time in the few years in the academy that I have seen the instructor get angry. This skillful movement seems to have been held in for a long time.

Several people, including Yuan Wei, looked pitifully at the beaten Evan, praying for him in their hearts.

"I hope this time the teacher will be able to vent his anger, but not on us."

After educating Evan for a while, instructor Zhang Feng let him go with some breathlessness.

While holding the staff, he whispered in a low voice:

"I'm finally relieved. Seeing these little bastards fighting like wooden stakes every day, I've long wanted to slap them."

Listening to the instructor's words that didn't lower his voice at all, several people looked at each other with some pity, looking at Evan who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, and showed great sympathy.

"Come here and listen," instructor Zhang Feng said angrily when he saw everyone stopped fighting and looked at him:

"Don't even look here, sit next to me and I'll teach you a lesson."

Everyone moved their steps, walked around the instructor, and stood quietly.

Zhang Feng waved his hand, motioned for everyone to sit down, and then said:

“As the master of the battlefield, a magician needs to always place himself in the safest position.

Especially us necromancers, we have countless undead servants to help fight, and we don't need to fight in close combat like those brainless warriors.

The first step on the battlefield is to find a safe position and use all the life-saving methods you can learn for me.

Then it’s time to fight the enemy.

Don't be like this fool and pretend to be humble and let the other party attack first. "

After speaking, he glanced at Evan, whose head was covered with bags, and continued:

"The only thing you have to do on the battlefield is throw spells at the heads of your enemies.

No matter who it is, as long as it is an enemy, you need to throw the spell over without hesitation.

I don’t know how many new recruits died because of pity and hesitation.

As my students, I don't care what honorable or dishonorable methods you adopt. As long as you can defeat the opponent and hold on to your own life, any method on the battlefield is acceptable. "

After speaking, he glanced at everyone seriously and said seriously:

"Although our Aegean continent is currently stable, the three empires are always thinking about annexing each other.

Even though there has been peace for hundreds of years, local fighting in various places has never stopped.

Especially those beasts who believe in the God of Light, they think about invading us all the time.

You all show me your full strength in this competition. Only the strong deserve to have everything. The weak can only pray for the leftovers of the strong. "

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he waved his staff directly and asked everyone to continue training.

This time everyone became serious and no longer dared to be careless.