Travels of the Necromancer

After meditating for two hours, I got up and went around the forest alone, and brought back some vines that hadn't turned gray.These vines were chopped off by mercenaries in previous battles, and they were not contaminated by poison, but were a little shriveled after a long time.I used the magic dagger to scratch the section of the rattan again, and the rattan leaked out a little green juice, and I immediately caught it with the glass bottle I had prepared.When the juice stops dripping, I make another cut.

I didn't stop until the three glass bottles were filled. After adding protective magic to the bottles, I carefully stuffed them into the hidden pocket of the robe.It's just that the robe immediately became a lot heavier, and it was really troublesome without space magic.

Ley has been watching me do all this in silence, and only now asked: "What is the use of these things?"

"The resilience of these man-eating trees is of great research value. It has never been studied in previous books on magical creatures." It is also not mentioned that they can move, so the mercenaries will be caught unprepared. Divide and encircle, and fall into passivity.

"At this time, I haven't forgotten your research. I really admire you." Lai suddenly smiled, but the smile was different from before, a little tired.

Speaking of which, it was not Lai's turn to watch the night today, but because of his insistence, the mercenaries could only agree.After successive fierce battles, there is almost no chance to breathe, no matter who it is, it will be exhausted.However, at this time, Ley's exhaustion seemed to be more than just physical.As the captain, he was under much greater pressure than the others, and it was obvious that he blamed himself for the disappearance of the team members today.He and Noah are both people who like to carry the burden called "responsibility" on themselves.It was for this reason that I did not tell them all of my discoveries.

So I looked at Ley and said to him seriously, "You need to rest."

"You spent a lot of magic power today, and you need to rest even more."

"Okay." Knowing that it would be useless to persuade me, I sighed helplessly, turned around and walked towards my sleeping bag.

The act of turning around is very deceptive and is very conducive to sneak attacks. Therefore, the laws of many countries stipulate that when facing nobles, one must take more than five steps back before turning around.I think Ley can understand the importance of this law now, because I just used lightning magic when I turned around.

It's just that before Lai had time to express his feelings, his body fell down. I immediately stepped forward and supported him before he fell to the ground.

"This is the second time you have been hit by my magic, but you also put the dagger on my neck twice before, so we are even." I whispered in his ear, not knowing what he heard No.

With Lai's keenness, I didn't expect to be able to hit him with one blow, especially today I plotted against him once during the day, tricking him into wearing the Binding Ring.Maybe he's just too tired right now, I thought.

However, my movement still woke up the mercenary closest to us, who looked at me with wide eyes in surprise.I gestured to him to silence him, and I laid Ley down on my back and covered him with a blanket.After understanding what I was doing, the mercenary turned his head, closed his eyes, and pretended he didn't see anything, obviously acquiescing to my behavior of knocking out their captain.

So I sat down next to Ley, added some sticks to the fire, and started keeping watch for him.

When I went to the forest alone, I summoned all the little wandering souls. Except for the two left to guard around the forest, I sent the others to all directions to find a way out.And I, began to try to sort out all the situations up to today.

As I said before, the Westward Wilderness is very vast.But if you take the shortest path, which is the "God's Corridor", you can cross the wasteland to reach the Western Continent in only half a month.The speed of the mercenaries is naturally much faster than that of ordinary business travelers, so including the time spent on searching, our team only took six days to reach the center of the corridor, the third oasis.The team rested there for one night, and when they left the next day, a trap was triggered and they were thrown into the hinterland of the wasteland.

The hinterland of the wasteland shielded all space magic and disrupted the magic instruments used for positioning. This prevented our team from escaping from the wasteland and faced a food crisis, but we were not attacked.Until the fourth day, the desert giant scorpion appeared, then the siege of the magic wolf and the vulture, and then the man-eating tree. Our team experienced a day and a night of wheel battles.After the battle, no new enemies appeared, but five members of the team were missing.

If you think about it carefully, the timing of each attack is very subtle.The third oasis is far away from the exits of the wasteland on both sides, and when we reach the third oasis, we have already passed the two oases safely, so it is easy to relax our minds.The first four days before being thrown to the hinterland was a great test of everyone's spirit.Not only was there a lack of food and water, but, as the joke goes, one boot had fallen, and the worst time was waiting for the other.The next day and night of wheel-to-wheel battles will be a severe test of strength, and teams with weak strength may be wiped out.The disappearance of the team members is another test of the team spirit, and it also disperses the strength of the mercenary team.

Therefore, the mastermind behind the scenes is probably as I assumed at the beginning, screening the strong, and then conducting tests and trials.His purpose is probably to control the surviving people, and the ultimate goal is nothing more than the two options of destroying the world or ruling the world.I don't think there will be an old man with a white beard in the end like in the drama, and then tell us "this is to choose a warrior who defeats the devil and saves the world". In that case, I guess he will be enraged by the enraged mercenaries before defeating the devil They tore.

The next step is to analyze the identity and strength of the man behind the scenes.Because he can drive monsters, most of the mercenaries agree with Noah's idea that we are facing a druid, which I doubt.If it is a druid, he must also have a high level of space magic cultivation in order to block all space magic.Of course, this may also be the result of the cooperation between a druid and a space magician.

Most importantly, he was able to take away five mercenaries without leaving a trace.There are two hypotheses about this, one is that he had all the mercenaries under control before they found him, and the other is that he eliminated the traces of the battle.I am more inclined to the latter hypothesis, I even think that the traces left by our team in the third oasis will also be eliminated to attract other teams, and the same trap in the previously missing team.Eliminating traces sounds simple, but to hide it from Noah and me is somewhat more difficult than the previous assumption.

Besides, our team was probably, no, definitely watched after being thrown into the hinterland.Whether it is an attack by a monster or taking away five mercenaries, we need to keep abreast of our dynamics.However, we never found any surveillance magic.

Putting it all together, there are several possible outcomes.In the worst case scenario, our team may have entered the "field" of a great magister.

The judgment of a magician's level is mainly based on the level of magic power and magic control power (that is, what people call spiritual power).But after reaching the wizard level, these two attributes will basically not be greatly improved.The evaluation standard for a magister is "being able to use a forbidden spell alone", which seems simple, but it cannot be achieved with strong magic power or spiritual power. The most important thing is the understanding of magic itself.And the great magisters who "can use two to three kinds of forbidden spells" are called "holy ranks" because the scope of their research is no longer limited to magic, but includes the whole world.

So the Grand Magister can create his own "field". "Field" is a complex magic system with space magic as the main body and various departments of magic. The master of the "domain" can build everything according to his own wishes, except to abide by the basic plane rules when creating the "domain".As creators, they can naturally manipulate all existence in the domain.Simply put, in the "field", the creator is like a real god.

If we really entered the "field", everything we encountered would be well explained.The mastermind, perhaps right now, is over our heads, mocking us as we struggle like ants in the box he created, before plucking out a strong bug or two for his future toys.

Although it was just one of the assumptions, such a scene was really unpleasant. I took a bite of the giant scorpion jerky.However, if this assumption unfortunately comes true... I stopped what I was doing.

Time seems to go by so fast as I think about it, and it's past midnight now.The mercenaries were already fast asleep. One to two o'clock was the time when human beings sleep the deepest, not to mention they had fought for a day and a night before.In the ear is the sound of their even breathing, mixed with loud snoring.

If my hypothesis were true, many of them would have stopped breathing, like their companion, and lay buried in the ground, life is such a fragile thing.

I turned to look at Ley.With a smooth forehead, long eyelashes, a straight bridge of nose, and that unsightly scar, his face looked very soft under the light of the fire.Watching him, I felt that feeling that people call "worry" again.

And now I have enough time to analyze the cause of this phenomenon, maybe it is because of Kate's residual memory?Maybe because he was the first life I embraced?Maybe it's because he let me understand the life that is different from the records in the books and the illusory images in the crystal ball. The life that the teacher spent most of his life studying.While thinking about it, I leaned forward and approached him little by little, and finally hugged him gently.This action was not very conspicuous among the mercenaries who huddled together in various postures to keep warm.

Compared with the first meeting two years ago, his body is much stronger, not as soft as in memory, but still warm.I lowered my head slowly and rested my head on his chest.What came from his ear was his heartbeat, steady and powerful.

This is life.