Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

An evil orc who roared at the human refugee with a rusty iron axe was suddenly inserted from his shoulder by a frost blade falling from the sky and was nailed to death on the spot in an instant.

The old man huddled beside the camel-skinned tent, hugging the child, closed his eyes and waiting for death, tremblingly opened his eyes and found a strange young man in black robe fell from mid-air.

"Wilderness Man?"

"Huangyuan people... are you... a wizard?" the old man asked in a trembling voice.

The Eye of the Illusion subconsciously shook his head, feeling that it seemed to be right again, and he nodded again, "Have you seen a spell casting... a wizard?"

He didn't have the patience to wait for the other party to answer. After the question, he walked away and rushed towards the dense forest where the fiercest battle was.

"This is not a tribe of evil orcs..." The astrologer had just solved the two evil orcs and warriors and looked around and found something was wrong. "This is the settlement of refugees in the wasteland, but it seems that most people have migrated and left. Only some elderly people and weak children remained. "

It is obvious that in the case of famine or danger, these two people are the first part of the wasteland to be abandoned.

The necromancer Michel, who was carried by two high-level spell casters and landed on the ground in advance, had just completed the casting chanting. Under the fearful eyes of the surviving refugees, four or five bloody evil orc zombies were pulled up from the ground.

"Ms. Astrology, let's go and assist Mr. Eye of Illusion!"

The astrologer put away the crystal ball in his hand and said slowly: "Don't worry about him. After using the transformation technique, the deformation state will be removed before the magic power is exhausted. It is estimated that the remaining evil orcs in this private camp are not enough for him to stuff his teeth. Sewed..."

The huge floating airship flew over the camp, frightening most of the invading evil orcs in a hurry. Only a few dozen people who were greedy and hunger were still in the refugee camp without even realizing it. They searched and searched until the three people who were quickly wiped out by the airship.

...

When the floating airship slowly landed in the refugee camp, the vanguard trio, who was responsible for cleaning up the remains of the evil orcs in advance, just ended the battle.

"The evil orc troops without spell casting priests are as vulnerable as a group of mice and will only flee around..." The Eye of Phantom Removed the werewolf's deformation state. Although he was disdainful of these barbarian enemies, his pale face was still It proves that his magic power is consumed a lot.

The surviving refugees in the camp walked out of their shelter in groups, gathered next to the open space where the airship landed. They were led by the old man they had just seen in the Eye of Phantom, and lay on the ground and kept praying for something.

"Don't the people of the Wasteland do not have faith in gods?" Eye of Illusion frowned, "Can there really be missionaries of the Glorious Divine Cult to arrive here?"

The old man in charge raised his head and replied sincerely: "Sir Wizard... We believe in the earth and the God of Harvest. Both the evil orcs and the people of the wasteland believe in this ancient god who protects the ice field."

Duncan nodded in a clear mind and explained to his students in a low voice: "Simple primitive beliefs. Before the development and growth of the Glorious Divine Cult, there were many primitive beliefs of gods in the southern area, either symbolizing mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, or representing them. A symbol of harvest or breeding. ”

Michelle suddenly realized, and then muttered with dissatisfaction: "It was the spellcaster who saved you, but you were thanking the God of Harvest in the Earth that did not exist at all. It's really..."

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "It has been a long time since we are here... No wizard has arrived here. I can't help but feel that it was the gods who sent us to save us..."

Duncan looked around and found that there were less than fifty people left in the camp, and there were indeed only elderly people with white hair and half-grown children with thin and deformed bodies.

"Where have the rest of the camp migrated?" The astrologer looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled with an expression of face, and couldn't help but ask softly.

But the old man waved his hand and smiled, "I went to the south... I heard that in a warmer place in the south, there is a territory established by human lords, unconditionally receiving and rescuing refugees in the wasteland, and providing food and shelter... Although I am not sure It's true, but everyone still plans to try their luck. It's better than staying here and being kidnapped or killed by evil orcs... There are not many preys nearby."

Duncan subconsciously looked at his two students, but he didn't expect that the influence of the power of Starfire City would reach the depths of the wasteland thousands of miles apart.

"When did the others set out?"

"It's just in the beginning of spring, they set off just now as the snow melted..." The old man paused and smiled bitterly, "Fortunately most of the people left, and we, the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled, can still rely on the nearby ones. Wild fruits and cassava roots barely fill their stomachs.”

But sooner or later, they will lose their lives due to hunger and the extremely cold winter that is coming again... They just live in spring, summer and autumn for more years, which is very similar to those insects on the wasteland that only have one year's lifespan.

Duncan sighed and ordered the astrologer to say, "Record the geographical coordinates and star map directions of this refugee settlement, and report them when you contact Starfire City at night... Even if you can't get here to pick them up, at least you can do it in advance. Receive these refugee troops who traveled thousands of miles to join."

They have no other way.

However, the old and weak refugees who were left behind were not caring at all, but kept thanking them for their help and enthusiastically begged them to stay here for a night of rest.

The airship takes a lot of energy to take off and land, and Duncan is planning to rest here for a night, so he asked Black and White to count the remaining supplies of the exploration team and set up a temporary overnight camp next to the airship.

There was still some time before the sun set. The refugees who had just experienced the life-and-death crisis seemed to have forgotten the fear they had when facing the evil orcs the moment before. They walked out of the camp and went to the dense forest, repeating the daily routine of collecting wild fruits and digging cassava roots. The old man in the lead arranged a few half-grown children with yellow faces and muscles to bring a lot of firewood for overnight heating and some black animal skins that could not be seen from their original appearance from the camp, and sent them to the airship of the exploration team.

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"Who is the oldest person in the camp?" Duncan raised his hand and called a thin child to ask.

"That's... Grandpa Gabe, the one who spoke to you earlier."

Duncan nodded, took out a piece of dried wheat cake from his arms and stuffed it into the thin child's hand, and ordered: "Go and ask him to come over..."

...

Old man Gabe sat cross-legged beside the campfire, holding a can of mushroom soup handed to him by the exploration team, and recalled while sipping: "Wizard, although I have never heard of the Kingdom of Eternal Night, when I was a child... I stayed in a settlement further north for a while. There was a large tribe of refugees living there for a long time. It was a mountainous area... The old people said that there was a beacon tower on the top of the snow-capped mountain, which needed to be guarded by the refugee tribe for generations, so they never migrated away."

Beacon tower? Duncan's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and he quickly asked, "What beacon tower? Have you seen it? How long has it existed?"

Gabe shook his head and said awkwardly, "How can ordinary people easily climb such a tall and steep mountain? Of course, I have never seen it, but I was still a child when I lived there, and the beacon tower was built at least a hundred years ago."

The Eye of Illusion asked in confusion, "Will the evil orcs not attack there?"

Gabe let out a long sigh and said carefully, "In that refugee tribe... there are wizards like you."