Travels of the Necromancer

The warm sunshine in the morning, the melodious singing of birds, the breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers, grass and soil... I opened my hands and felt a group of wind spirits sliding past me, and the trees beside me made a "rustling" sound, That was the wood elf responding.

It’s been a while since I left the Night Swamp, but I’m still enjoying experiencing the natural elemental elves, which even the most ordinary magicians are used to. After all, the place where I used to live was only dark elements.

Yes, at the moment I am immersed in the beauty of "life", even though I am a necromancer.

Necromancer, in the eyes of ordinary people, is synonymous with evil: using cruel spells, turning the living into evil spirits, disturbing the peace of the dead, building a huge army of undead, and committing to making the whole world fall into the rule of darkness .

I don't deny that some of my colleagues did this, but it doesn't mean that all necromancers learn necromancer magic for power.In fact, many mages who were already profound in mana were attracted by the charm of undead magic itself.For example, my teacher, who was originally a temple priest, read one of the books out of curiosity when he was destroying a batch of books about necromancer magic.

The teacher has devoted all his energy to the study of undead magic, or the "truth of life and death" he himself proclaimed, so naturally he has no time to conquer the world or destroy the world.Unfortunately, other people don't know this.The joint warrants issued by the temple, the Mage Guild, and the Mercenary Guild have caused countless adventurers to "harass" them persistently.After his beloved research was interrupted again and again, the teacher's patience finally came to an end, and he no longer showed mercy to his former colleagues or adventurers.However, iron and blood means may not be able to solve the problem, and the adventurers are still going on, although the number has decreased, the quality has improved.It wasn't until the teacher lived in seclusion in the Dark Night Swamp that he found real peace.But even now, his reputation can still stop children from crying at night. The bloodthirsty demon Herif is what people call him.

As for my name?Come to think of it, I've never had that kind of thing.When I was a child, I was what other people called a thief, a little bastard, and a little bastard.After being taken to the Dark Night Swamp by the teacher to end his wandering life, he no longer needs a name.I was the only human being in the swamp, and he usually called me the little guy, and it didn't change until I was old enough to be someone else's father.After all, no matter how long a person lives, to a lich who is already 370 years old, he is still just a little guy.

And about three months ago, my dear teacher suddenly said to me: "I have nothing to teach you, the rest is up to you to experience." Then kicked me out before I raised objections. the Nightmarsh.

Of course, I understand what the teacher means. Any research on magic can't just rely on immersing oneself in the test laboratory, but also explore and accumulate experience in actual combat.But where am I going to actually fight?During the days in the Dark Night Swamp, I never thought about leaving, and I don’t really feel reluctant to leave now, but I’m a little confused about where to travel after leaving.I am not ignorant of the outside world. Through the teacher's crystal ball, I understand everything from the world situation to state relations, as well as the customs and customs of various places.

For example, the North Storm Icefield, where the level of ice-type monsters is very high, I can collect some materials to improve the thesis I am preparing, "Success Probability of Reincarnation of Various Types of Monsters into Undead Creatures".There is also the Silent Land to the west, as an ancient battlefield where tens of thousands of lives were buried, there are rich resources of resentful spirits there.The Devil's Forest and Skeleton City are also good. They can be called the Three Great Cursed Lands together with the Dark Night Swamp, so they must be good research locations.

After some deliberation, I finally decided on my first target, Ford City in the south of the Western Continent.There are also good reasons. Although there are no skeletons and wraiths there, it is a famous gourmet capital!

Now, after nearly a month of journey, seeing that I can reach Ford City through this monster forest, I feel more and more happy.But in contrast, my physical condition is deteriorating. For example, now, although I have only driven for an hour, I have to stop and rest.

My magic power is not strong enough to fly for a whole day with the flying technique, and it is impossible for ordinary coachmen to dare to drive the carriage into the World of Warcraft Forest, so I can only walk after entering the forest.It seems that after arriving in Ford City, I have to rest for a while, at least I must know how to ride a horse first, I sighed.I don't feel it in the laboratory, but I can deeply appreciate the importance of good physical fitness when I go out.

The limit of human lifespan on the mainland is about a hundred years old, and those strong among humans can live longer.If it is subdivided among the strong, warriors will live longer than magicians, because although magicians can prolong their lifespan through potions, many magic materials they come into contact with daily are harmful to the human body.

My current physical condition is not caused by the more harmful materials used by necromancers, or because I have been staying in the dark night swamp where there is no sunlight all year round. It is a genetic disease, at least that is what the teacher who used to be a priest diagnosed. .Its symptoms are easy fatigue and occasional heart pain, and these symptoms will get worse with age.Because this is not a disease or wound but a congenital physical defect, the healing magic of the temple is powerless. The only solution is to find a healthy new body, which is also one of the important purposes of my travels.It's just that changing your body is not like clothes. It's not so easy to find a suitable body. Instead of pinning your hopes on a new body, I might as well wash and sleep first.

So I found a piece of soft grass, added a few magic barriers around it and lay down, ready to take a nap.However, the direction of the wind suddenly changed, and I instinctively opened my eyes, because this time the Wind Spirit brought me a familiar breath—the breath of death.