Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Lambert was almost frightened and sat on the ground, and suddenly noticed the sound of the words seemed familiar.

He asked subconsciously, "Is it... it Harvey? Is it Harvey?"

Harvey manipulated the soul puppet, his limbs stiffly slid against the edge of the box, and crawled out of the "coffin" with difficulty. After moving his hands and feet, he barely stood firm.

"Yes, it's me... I'm sorry to scare you all. I'm clearly explaining the situation in my reply to you. It seems that you chose to take off the gift first and then read the letter... Haha, what are you doing this person? They all looked impatient."

Lambert's face was flushed and he got up from the ground, shook his robe covered in fine black sand, and said in disbelief: "Why did you become like this? I don't even dare to admit it!"

Harvey laughed and took the initiative to walk forward and gave Lambert a big hug, and explained warmly: "This is just a puppet body that temporarily accommodates my consciousness and mental power... Please forgive me for being secretly unable to explain it in detail. In short, I have spent a lot of effort to see you in person!”

Lambert was skeptical and muttered in a low voice: "You... tell me the bullshit nickname we gave me when we were studying in the college!"

Harvey rolled his eyes and shouted, "Super ATM! ATM! Are you satisfied?"

When Lambert shouted the first half, he rushed up and covered Harvey's mouth and said repeatedly, "Okay! I believe you are Harvey, stop talking!"

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"We have just moved here for a few months. If we hadn't transported some zombies and corpse puppets by sea, we would probably not be able to build a temporary camp at the moment..."

Lambert led Harvey to the depths of the island and reefs, while nagging about the situation here to Harvey.

This area, called "Dark Sea", is surrounded by hundreds of miles of sea radius, and is a place that sea caravans and sailors cannot avoid. It lives a small number of more than a thousand people all year round. Most of the sea tribes are mainly mixed-race.

Since the Dragon War, after the sea tribes and land intelligent races such as human races have signed a peace agreement, they have strictly followed the agreement to no longer frequently invade the coastal areas of the southern continent. They have also been much more tolerant of the sailors who have been drifting on the sea for many years, and have acquiesced to them. They enter the waters unique to many ethnic groups to borrow or fish.

Only in the "Dark Sea", even if the sea tribes have completely opened up their ship permissions, few merchant ships and fishing teams have come. Later, this place was discovered by Lambert's ancestors - they have been with this place for more than a hundred years. The small tribe conducted transactions and material assistance, and gradually established a good cooperative relationship. It created a wonderful "safe sea house" for its family by renting islands and reefs.

"The land here is not soil or vegetation, all covered by this fine black mineral like gravel... This should be what was deposited after the eruption of the undersea volcano?" Harvey poked the ground with his toes and brought it up A thin layer of fine black sand.

Lambert nodded, "Yes, magic plants cannot be grown here at all. The daily necessities and magic materials we need during this period can only rely on the inventory we carried before, and... the Halro Chamber of Commerce secretly transported them."

Harvey patted his old friend's shoulders in a clear way and comforted him, "I think you have misjudged the situation in the southern border. Although the church did claim that the plague that broke out in the central continent was the cause of the necromancer, the union did not sit down. In fact, you don’t have to be so angry that you are scared by the slightest danger signs of being so dangerous that you will migrate together…”

Lambert smiled bitterly, turned his head and looked at White and Black, who were following behind him, and was about to explain...

Everyone turned over a huge reef in front of them, and suddenly the vision behind them was instantly wide open - on the huge open flat ground covered with fine black sand, a unique spellcaster camp was built scattered and scattered.

A skull with lines is sewn on the delicate grey felt tent, and a circle of tiny inscriptions circles it in the center, which is a unique symbol of the undead that the Lambert family is.

There are several tall steeple rooftops in the center of the camp, which seem to be used for meeting guests or discussing matters. The camp is crowded with people, and it seems that many servants are busy carrying supplies, but Harvey is in his heart. Men Qing - those guys with a gray complexion and stiff movements are actually just refined zombie puppets.

A man in a gray-black robe with a slightly funny horned hat on his head greeted the camp, "Well... you finally returned safely, our apprentice didn't look very much. .”

The man with a pointed hat didn't bother to greet him, and quickly checked the apprentices' undead emblems that proved their identity, and then led them into the camp to place them separately.

Lambert smiled and pointed at the other person's back and introduced: "My cousin William, William Lambert, this guy is a fool who is not good at socializing. He just saw your strange face, but he deliberately ignored it and did not follow him. Let's say hello."

Harvey shrugged and generously said it was okay.

Then he saw a few more people walking out of the camp and quickly came to them. The white-bearded old man in the lead was not wearing a funny traditional undead wizard robe, but wearing a standard regular dress of the southern nobles. He stared at Harvey for a few. In seconds, he turned his head and frowned and complained to Lambert, "Ash, I have not reminded you that in extraordinary times, don't accept other foreign undead spell casters to join us... Why are you still bringing people back without authorization?"

Lambert scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "This is my classmate and close friend when I was studying at St. Valentine's Academy. I am not an outsider. I invited him on my own initiative. Please forgive my recklessness... …”

The old man snorted lightly, and his shady and sharp eyes turned to Harvey, "No, no, but please don't walk around here at will, it's best to stay in the camp, otherwise we can't guarantee his safety." ""

He paused and added with a deep meaning, "Sometimes curiosity will bring unreasonable disasters to our guests."

Lambert nodded repeatedly and pulled Harvey's sleeve into his single felt tent.

"Oh! Ash, you don't forget to enjoy the shelter..." Harvey stood in a spacious tent of twenty or thirty square meters and looked around, unable to help but praise him, "Feel tent, Handmade carpets, soft and comfortable beds, um… there is even a small sandalwood bookcase and a portable lab bench.”

Lambert smiled bitterly and said, "Don't tease me, what kind of life did I live in the academy back then, and what kind of life did I live now? Can this be compared?"

He poured out two glasses of water from a long-necked crystal bottle with exquisite workmanship and handed it to Harvey, "Try it! The Conch Song, a specialty of the sea, is a fermented drink with a unique flavor, which has the effect of restoring mental power. Very good effect.”

Harvey took a sip and felt like he was chewing candies through the wrapping paper. The taste was there, but the reaction of the taste buds was very slow. This was because the soul puppet was too far away from the body, which made Harvey only. Use the alien space characteristics of the magic net to ensure that your consciousness is continuously connected to the puppet through magic pattern positioning.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Okay, now you should tell me why you and your family are moving away from the southern border so quickly, and... you are escaping the Federation's rotation on the battlefield mission."

Lambert sat on the bed, pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and then explained quietly: "What kind of church persecution, orthodox spell casters discrimination, and the expulsion of us by nobles... are all excuses, in order to come It's just an excuse here."

He raised his head and looked at Harvey seriously, "Do you still remember the...the Necrotic Secret Sect I mentioned to you privately when I was in the academy?"

Harvey was stunned for a moment, and tried to recall it for a while before he remembered that the Necrotic Secretariat... Lambert seemed to have mentioned it before, and also asked him to strictly keep the secret.

This is a dark council of spellcasters headed by the necromancer. In ancient times, it seemed that it had been with the ancient wizards' council, called the "light faction" and "dark faction" respectively. It is precisely because of this that the secret sect of the undead continues For hundreds of years, the Guanghui Church has been the focus of clearing and suppressing the target.

But just before the official establishment of the Spellcasters Federation, the core members of the Dark Council and the Parliamentary Organization suddenly disappeared from the public's sight, and there was no trace of activity in the next hundred years.

With the deliberate concealment and weakening of the church and union, many ancient secrets of the Necrotic Secretology gradually faded out of the vision of the new generation of spellcasters. When it was Harvey's turn to a group of academic necrotic wizards, he even heard it. few.

"Actually... the Necrotic Secretology has never really disappeared." Lambert said in a deep voice, "My family ancestors were once one of the core members of this dark council in the past, and the family also relied on the Secretology for hundreds of years to accumulate. The legacy of the undead has been able to reproduce and develop to this day.”

He paused, looked at the curtain of the felt tent with a look of panic, lowered his head and leaned into Harvey's ear and whispered: "A year ago, my father..., the current clan leader, suddenly received an accident from the Speaker of the Secretariat, as the Speaker of the Secretariat, The news of the fall, then... my father was elected as the new speaker and immediately began to perform the inauguration ceremony that lasted for hundreds of years..."

Harvey nodded in confusion and asked, "Isn't this good? Congratulations to Uncle Lambert on my behalf. If I had known it, I should have brought him an extra gift to congratulate him..."

Lambert rolled his eyes and said hurriedly: "What's the good thing! Harvey, the inauguration ceremony of the Speaker is the transformation ceremony of the lich! Once the ceremony is over, my father will become a completely dehumanized and distorted consciousness, An immortal monster gradually eroded by evil will!”