Demon Lord

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Chapter 189 Necromancer, Ansardin

North of the Efta Territory, deep in the Lars Mountains.

The leaden gray sky was gloomy and oppressive. At a very high altitude, the air is thin and the environment is extreme, so there is no human habitation in the entire mountain range, and there is no trace of human habitation at all.

And among the vast snow-capped mountains, there is a figure walking indifferently.

He is Undead Ansadin.

The biting cold wind had no effect on him, and Ansadin walked with mechanically precise steps, as if walking on a flat road. His face was pale, and his skin was loose and drooping, like an ugly mask, with a ferocious indifference.

The rough cloth robe hung on his body, making Ansadin look very thin. It's just that his gray eyes always reveal a kind of arrogance that ignores everything, as if the whole world is under his gaze.

As the first apprentice of the royal pharmacist in the Tasman Kingdom, Ansardin just turned 86 this year, which is similar to adolescence for the long-lived undead.

Most of the undead have just awakened self-awareness at this age, but Ansardin has already reached a high position with his powerful potion making talent, becoming the youngest royal pharmacist in the kingdom's history.

Not only that, but he also won the appreciation of His Majesty Augustine because of the soul extraction potion, and he has a precious opportunity to go out to perform missions-for the old guys in the political arena of the Tasman Kingdom, the most favored in the past fifty years Ansardin deserves the title of pharmacist genius.

He personally implemented the [Corrosion] plan in the Karen Kingdom for seventeen years. Ansardin's achievements are remarkable. Not only did he successfully penetrate a large number of eyeliners into the Karen Kingdom, but he even took control of several nobles...With such an attack Well, over the past few years, his status has naturally been continuously improved, even to the point where he can be on an equal footing with the Blightcaller.

The situation was too smooth, which made Ansardin even more proud, even... a little conceited.

Only recently, the [Corrosion] plan suddenly had an accident—the Soul Extraction Potion failed, the undercover Alpha was found out, and Angmar regained consciousness...

Such a situation is completely equivalent to a face-to-face slap in the face for Ansadin who is waiting to make a profit, so his only response to this is a complete assassination order!

As soon as the order came out, Ansardin, who specially let the Blightcaller lead the formation, never thought about the possibility of failed assassination. His only worry was how to explain his mistake to His Majesty Augustine.

But he didn't expect that the plan that was originally foolproof would have side effects again...

A hoarse cry came from the sky, and when he raised his head, a huge black crow was swooping down, and then landed firmly on the rock in front of Ansadin. He took the letter casually, thinking that he would see a formulaic report on the completion of the task, but unexpectedly, the information written on it made Ansardin clench his fists instantly!

This is impossible!

The assassination team was ambushed.

Hollier City set up a killing scheme, the Blightcaller escaped with serious injuries, and the remaining members were wiped out!

The Duke of Angmar was unscathed, but the instigator was an unknown scout captain!

Ansardin's arms trembled slightly. He was holding the letter in his hand, and his mind was completely confused—surprise, shock, anger, doubt... All kinds of emotions were stagnant in his chest, causing a layer of panic around Ansardin's body. There is a faint gray mist.

This is not ice and snow, but the necromantic energy he has mastered after advancing to level 10 Necromancer.

Because the place where the ambush took place was completely closed and there were not many witnesses, this letter was vague about the battle process, only saying that Magda was hit hard carelessly, Houlier City had planned it long ago, and the culprit was identified as a magic spell Bishop Rubens.

As for the captain of the scout who was just making suggestions, the letter only mentions it...

Will the Blightcaller also fail...

After all the emotions passed, Ansadin quickly calmed down—it was just that the first thing he thought of was not to find Magda's whereabouts, but to find the scapegoat who was behind the blame!

It is irreversible that the potion failed, but the dignified Blightcaller messed up the assassination, so don't blame me for making things worse...

Magda must take revenge, and Ansadin is even more unkind.

Ansardin is very clear about the character of The Blightcaller: the other party is eager for revenge, and will definitely come to ask for himself. If you agree to repair the other person's body, it is a great favor.

And how to let him take the blame and be grateful to himself at the same time, this is a technical work...

Ansardin narrowed his eyes, his gray pupils shone with a strange light—politicians always use all means to obtain benefits, and he has always done this thoroughly.

As a Necromancer with a basic level of 15 and an advanced level of 10, Ansardin has never bothered to participate in battles in person. Because he specializes in the puppet system in Necromancer.

For the battle situation, Ansadin always takes a higher position than ordinary people, because he always considers himself to be the manipulator of the chessboard: no matter who the opponent is, all he has to do is to drop the chess pieces to form a killing game, and the opponent will always be in control. There is no power to turn over!

Charge in person? That's what people without brains do.

Scout captain... how ridiculous.

He looked at the place name marked on the letter paper, and looked into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate hundreds of kilometers to look directly at the culprit named Roddy.

Raising his hand, Ansardin took out a bottle of dark green potion from his luggage and poured it into his mouth. After a cold breath of death flowed through his body, he drew out his white elderberry wand, stretched out his hand, and sprinkled a handful of gray-white bone meal in the wind...

The mantra whispered by the dead echoed in the thin air, and two stone sculptures with introverted colors were rummaged out. The sculpture is only the size of a palm, shaped like a demon, with bat wings on its back, it is a gargoyle with the ability to fly.

While waving the wand, Ansardin skillfully drew a complete summoning array in mid-air, and the faintly fluorescent puppet summoning array was completed instantly!

With the wave of the wand, the originally thin necromantic energy suddenly became stronger several times, and the light of the magic circle shone brightly. After the final spell, the two sculptures were thrown towards the magic circle by Ansardin, and he chanted in a low voice Here is the full name of the spell:

Summon: Gargoyle!

As a Necromancer who specializes in the puppet system, although Ansardin's level is not high, advanced to level 10, it was just enough to summon a gargoyle at level 10, but Ansardin is summoning a stable potion Under the strengthening of , two were prepared to be summoned directly!

The sculpture turned into a huge black shadow at the moment of passing through the void formation. The bat wings over four meters spread out. The muscles of the gargoyle were sharp and angular, and the sharp claws were as long as daggers. When they flapped their wings and landed on the rock, In no time the solid stone was crushed...

The level of the gargoyle is fixed, and the level of the gargoyle summoned by level 1 summoning is only 10. Although it is not high, it is very powerful because it can fly and has no time limit for summoning. In the era when most people are using cold weapons, they have The advantage of air supremacy is almost equivalent to invincibility!

Magda... I have to say sorry this time.

Ansardin jumped up, jumped directly onto the back of the gargoyle, tightened the bag containing the new type of poison, and disappeared into the vast mountains in an instant...

*****

Is this okay?

I don't care if it works or not, but you have to try it to know.

But...the books—

I will not reveal half of the news, you can rest assured about this.

In the tree hole in Elsa Village, the conversation between Rody and Brody is still going on.

The class composition of the wood elves is too simple, and the village chief has the final say, and there is no elder or parliamentary system at all. So Rody only needs to talk to Brody about the business plan of Elsa Village.

Winter is about to enter, the only prey that the village can take out at the moment is the prey brought by the beast tide, the reserve of fruit wine is not much, we can only wait for next year to increase production... But I think it is completely useless for us to exchange them for currency meaning.

Not all currencies will be exchanged, so you don't have to worry about that.

Having said that, Brody knew that there was nothing else to explain, he sighed, and then asked: Nata told me about her request, and I would not agree to it if it were someone else, but she... My only request is that you take good care of her.

Rody, who was originally full of business plans, immediately felt a little headache when he heard this - it is really not easy to take a wood elf... especially a beautiful wood elf to wander in the human world.

But who made himself short of manpower...

I'll do my best.

After roughly explaining, Roddy got up and left.

When he walked out of the tree hole, Henry, who was lighting a fire and grilling meat by the side of the village, hurriedly got up to say hello. After receiving the treatment of two different systems of Brody and Akasha, the fat man whose life was hanging by a thread was alive and well, and he was very happy with Rody. Showed great enthusiasm.

Buffon next to him was kicked by him, and then he got up and saluted Roddy—compared to Henry, Buffon looked a little dull, he was silent when no one paid attention to him, and occasionally chatted with the fat man. What he showed to Roddy... was pure obedience, like a robot.

Both the fat man and the thin man were by the bonfire, and as their former teammate, Akasha gradually regained her ability to move after two days of rest, and she was sitting on a rock in a daze.

She said she was in a daze, but in fact her mental state has not been very good. Especially whenever Rody disappeared from her sight, Akasha would show an unspeakable anxiety: her lips were pursed and turned white, her fingers were clenched into fists, her body was trembling tightly...

Such symptoms can only be completely relieved when seeing Rody - just like at this time, after seeing Rody jumping from the tree hole, her tense little face slowly relaxed, her eyes But it seems to be glued to Roddy, no matter where he goes, he always stares at him without blinking...

Roddy felt helpless about this.

(to be continued)

PS: I’ve been busy these two days. I drove 340 kilometers back and forth in Beijing. I ran N times back and forth at the Capital Airport. Update before clicking, hope you understand. There will be nothing to do from tomorrow, I will try to write as much as possible, thank you for your support!