Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The Eye of Illusion raised his hand and threw the empty canned food out of the airship at will.

The astrologer frowned slightly and complained softly, "Jin, don't always throw garbage from high altitudes, okay?"

"Hehe, if I were in the city, I wouldn't do this... But what's the matter with the wasteland? I won't hit innocent people anyway."

Duncan, sitting cross-legged in the airship pod, held a cup of hot tea and patiently told his always bold students, "I remember telling you in the past that many magical creatures have a strong sense of smell. If you don't want to When we landed and camped in the evening, groups of monsters came to the camp. It would be better not to leave anything with their own smell for them..."

The necromancer Michel suddenly realized, "Mr. Duncan, no wonder you asked us to incinerate the garbage left behind every time we leave the overnight camp. Is it because of this?"

Duncan nodded and glanced at the awkward student, "Yes, even ordinary hunters without any magic know this kind of experience and skills in survival in the wilderness. After all, on the wasteland, the identities of hunters and prey are always available. Possible conversion.”

The brothers White and Black, who were responsible for driving the airship, changed their positions tacitly, and sat next to Duncan, with a respectful expression, "His Excellency Duncan, tell us about your hunting skills when you are studying the magic of illusion. What are the deeds of powerful magic creatures?”

Because they belong to the same spell casting faction, and this level of chatting and communication does not involve secret core issues of magic, it does not seem presumptuous or rude. Duncan smiled and raised the teacup in mid-air. Michelle quickly understood. Remove the teapot from the portable stove and refille him with hot water.

"When I was young, I chose to use illusion as the casting direction for majoring in the master's spell, and I expected that this path would be extremely difficult..."

Compared with elves, human spellcasters are born with a lack of affinity for natural elements, which also means that when they simulate magical creatures to construct magic casting models, they have natural understanding defects and cognitive shortcomings. .

In addition, although the elves have no obvious hostility towards humans in terms of attitude, they are extremely closed and conservative at the academic level, and are unwilling to actively communicate and impart magic knowledge in this area, which has led to the development of the magical faction of the human race. At a disadvantage.

Spellcasters like Duncan who were born in the ancient wizard family and abandoning the arcane spellcasting faction that the family has passed on for a long time is equivalent to a self-study path starting from scratch.

"At the time at the Royal Magic Academy of Orland, I studied with Teacher Franken, who also practiced illusionism. After successfully advancing to the middle level, I went to the demon battlefield in the Evil Moon Mountains at the cost of joining the Wizards Alliance, and from the battle I have explored and gained the experience and tricks to advance to higher levels…”

Duncan's nagging words were filled with sighs and feelings, which made the Eye of Illusion unable to help but interrupt, "A combat-type spellcaster has a high chance of breaking through his own ability limits and touching the promotion. The inspiration and key to the rank... This is what the teacher told me in person, and it proved to be effective."

He and Melissa naturally followed Duncan's teachings and suggestions, and sought precious opportunities for themselves to advance to higher levels as a combat mage.

Black and White looked at each other and asked in confusion: "I have often heard people mention that combat mages are most likely to be promoted in battle, but no one can figure out the source of this statement and rumors..."

Duncan chuckled and said slowly, "This is the saying circulated in most ancient wizard families with a long history. As for the source... that's a long story."

He smiled and raised his alchemy prosthetic limb with a silver-white metallic color, "Mr. Asdaren, the chief consultant of the Lord of the City Lord, are you not unfamiliar with it? In fact... He and I were very likely from the same ancient wizard family in the past. Woolen cloth."

The Eye of Illusion was stunned for a second, and said in disbelief: "What? Why don't we know? Teacher, Mr. Asdaren... It's rumored to be an ancient vampire!"

"Mixed blood race! Don't be so rude." The astrologer pulled the corner of his clothes and reminded in a low voice.

Asdaren's wizard family moved to the north as early as the Dragon War, and established a wizard country called the Eternal Night Kingdom in the depths of the wasteland, and they were left in the family branches of the southern border. The wizard family that comes from may be a heritage of it.

Ancient wizards did not study or divide the types of battles at all. All wizards in the Eternal Night Kingdom... Strictly speaking, they are combat mages, and they must go through head-on confrontation with powerful enemies and achieve self-level promotion in the battle of life and death. .

"I understand!" The Eye of Fantasy couldn't help but stand up, "No wonder, teacher, you have to take the initiative to lead the team task of this exploration operation. Teacher... you also want to find the rumored Eternal Night Country, right? It may be the ancient wizard kingdom established by your family’s ancestors.”

Duncan nodded with a smile, "Mr. Asdaren is also very concerned about this, after all, that is also his homeland in the past... It just so happened that the first stop of this exploration operation was to find the Eternal Night Country, which is not considered my business and private work. .”

The astrologer worriedly, "But we have been flying north for almost half a month. Apart from the vast wild forest and the occasionally evil orc tribes we encounter... there is not even a trace of the ruins of the ancient wizard country. See.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Michelle, who was responsible for driving the airship, shouted loudly by the observation window in front of the pod, "Whatever you say is, you have found a large evil orc tribe in the valley ahead, and we flew directly over, still……"

After taking off from Starfire City, they headed north almost as planned without deviation. From the third day of takeoff, they began to discover traces of the evil orc tribe one after another. These barbaric The primitive tribes are as numerous as rabbits on the wasteland, with large and small tribes spread throughout the ice field, and often migrate frequently due to grazing beasts and internal struggles. They can be seen wherever the exploration team goes. Their activity trails.

Most of the time the exploration team chose to ignore it and flew straight through a height of hundreds of meters above their heads, without any need to land and cause trouble for themselves.

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The Eye of Illusion also walked to the observation window, squinted his eyes and stared at the distant valley. After a moment, he took out the lookout glass and repeatedly confirmed.

"We may really land this time..." He turned to Duncan to report, "Teacher, the evil orc tribe in the valley ahead, looks like they are fighting a group of wasteland refugees, and they seem to be in a bad situation..."

The wasteland refugees are also the same race as human race. As human spellcasters, they should help their encounters, especially when facing invasions and massacres of alien races.