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Volume 2 [Dark Tide] Chapter 515 Lamb

The climate in Tasman is completely different from that of Efta on the other side of the Gondola Mountain. Although it is only April, the clouds formed a warm and humid air flow after hitting the mountain wall. The continuous light rain made this nominal land of the dead Full of vitality.

That's right, purely from the perspective of geographical environment, Tasman has enough rainwater, enough fertile land, and seemingly endless prey in the woods... There is no lifeless cursed land, no crawling skeletons and zombie. Nature has healed the wounds caused by the war under the action of time. Amidst the dull thunder, the rain moistened the land finely and covered up the traces of the past on the ground.

Dasco frowned and looked up at the sky, cursing secretly: It's really endless...

Although he is an undead, Dasco also doesn't like rain. Because the rain will rust the weapon and make the ground slippery, there will be many things to consider out of thin air during the battle - he held the handle of the knife at his waist, glanced left and right, and made sure that no one around him was paying attention to him. According to a certain pattern, he knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

The leather armor on his body was wet from the rain, and the mottled marks showed that this undead had faced many battles. There was also an obvious scar on the right side of his cheek, which seemed to have been cut open by someone with a sword, and now only hemp thread hastily stitched it together The traces of the cut tissue are only initially fused, but there is no sign of healing.

After all... I am already an undead.

Dasco sighed silently in his heart, reaching out his hand to wipe the raindrops from his forehead. The rainy season in Tasman is different from the Nehemia prairie across the mountain. It will rain continuously after the ice and snow melt in March, and it will not stop until the weather gets colder in October. There will not be any heavy rain during this period, but the light rain for three to five days from time to time always makes people feel uncomfortable. But for Dasco, this kind of day has been repeated countless times in the forty-eight years that he can remember.

His appearance looked like he was only in his mid-twenties, because Dasco died in an accident twenty years ago. The former hunting team leader was attacked and died during a trip, and after waking up as an undead,

However, he found that he was completely different from other awakened similars—those guys had completely forgotten the past, believed in the guy who awakened them, and each of them believed that they had a new life and soon Soon to have a sense of belonging to the Tasman Kingdom.

But what about myself? But clearly recalled the cause of death...

As the hunting captain, he is outstanding in the village, and has become the top leader among hunters since he was twenty-five years old. After that attack, everyone in the village thought he was killed by a monster, but Only he himself knows that he was killed by a necromancer!

And that murderer was the guy who woke him up from the corpse state!

It was also thanks to Dasco's scheming back then that he pretended to lose his memory like everyone else to get away with it. But forbearing, he has never been able to find a chance to take revenge... because the more he understands, the more he understands what these necromancers represent.

To put it simply, these humans living in Tasman are just lambs cultivated by the undead of Tasman. Among them, if they have good aptitude, they are eligible to use expensive resources to wake up as undead. All of this is the cornerstone of the establishment of the entire Tasman Empire, and if you want revenge, it is tantamount to going against the entire Tasman Kingdom.

Over the years, it is not uncommon for the undead to be awakened but still have memories of their lifetime, but those who tried to resist were killed on the spot... That kind of power gap still haunts Dasco.

However, this does not mean that he has compromised. On the contrary, Dasco has never had any sense of belonging to Tasman in the past two decades. After constant trying and hard work, he managed to find many similars and secretly established the Awakened organization, just to get rid of the oppression of the Tasman Kingdom one day and pursue true freedom...

Freedom... what exactly is freedom...

Dasco sighed. In the final analysis, he didn’t go to school or read a few books, and he didn’t know exactly what “freedom” was. It was just the unyielding fire in his heart that brought him to this day—— Behind the opened wooden door in front of him is the most important step Dasco has taken in the past twenty years.

You came.

The face in the shadow was a little pale, and it was vaguely visible that the other party was a young man who was stronger than Dasco. The other party's gaze stayed on the scar on Dasco's face for a moment, as if he wanted to say something else, but finally let the door open, and after Dasco entered, he glanced around the door, then gently closed and locked the door .

Turning around, he seemed to have confirmed his choice, and there was no previous hesitation in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: It is indeed as you said, when I became the team leader, the task routes assigned by the town began to be regular. Moved over there...

Necromancers can't directly transform the corpse into a real undead. The altar is the first step, and your team is the sacrifice. Dasco raised his gray eyes, stared at the young man in front of him and said: Kulka, The current situation is probably more complicated than you and I imagined, so whether it is making a decision or preparing, it must be done as soon as possible.

Because he has the identity of the undead recognized by Tasman, Dasco naturally has heard a little about what is happening in the kingdom. In contrast, the human villages and towns where Kulka is located are completely isolated from Tasman—properly speaking, these villages and towns are Tasman The sheepfold, as a sacrificial lamb does not need to know redundant information.

What's the matter? Are those people - er - those necromancers going to do it early?

Kulka held the handle of the ax at his waist with his fingers. He was not timid, but he was worried about the fate of himself and other human companions... Ever since he knew that he was just a lamb raised in captivity, the kind of anger, fear Emotions mixed with worry have been tormenting him.

I'm not sure if they will do anything, but there is one thing you need to understand... D'Amico said hoarsely: Tasman is now in a state of war, and this is the first time in nearly a hundred years that there is a clear signal of preparation for war , if Tasman is going to walk out of the Gondola Mountains, I... and you may all become the reserve sequence.

Kulka's expression froze. Even though it is difficult to contact the outside world in this closed environment, there are also lords and nobles here, as well as endless battles and occasional wars. Even if the usual scale is not more than a few hundred people, Kulka's mind is instantly tensed because of the same principle-war means casualties, and it means spending a lot of money and manpower, and where do these things come from?

Isn't it drawn from the bottom lamb?

Thinking of this, Kulka had no more thoughts, got up and solemnly stretched out his hand, and made a promise: I will bring my people to join you!

The rain outside the house gradually became heavier, completely covering up this secret conversation.

*****

When the Tasman Kingdom was rainy, it also rained lightly in Elson City-but this was not the result of the accumulation of cumulus congestus, but the artificial rainfall being carried out by the floating tower.

Faint floating clouds left mottled shadows on the ground. Looking from the central floating tower, the forests around Elson City, the well-planned farmland, the wilderness outside and even the Gondola Mountains in the distance can all be captured. fundus. Houdini, who was at an altitude of 400 meters, looked down at the irrigated farmland under his feet. Although he was mentally prepared before, he was also shocked and speechless at this time.

From the perspective of a magician, the concept of these high elf magic techniques in Elson City is somewhat similar to the difference between Chinese medicine and Western medicine: Laximan's spells are always in the process of evolution and perfection, and many The spells of ten years ago have now been replaced by new spells emerging one after another, because mages have found a more reliable theoretical foundation and improved accordingly.

However, the feeling Elson's magic gave Houdini can only be described as unfathomable. Some places are the same, but some places are incomprehensible. Even if he is a magister, he can't fully understand this magic system in a short period of time, and can only make a judgment after secretly comparing it.

And the result of the comparison is also obvious: the magic system in front of me is more complicated than Rahiman's magic, its foundation is more stable, and its upper limit is immeasurable...

Houdini had joys and sorrows in his heart. The joy was that the strategic cooperation with Elson City would greatly strengthen his voice in the Rahiman Council, and it would even be possible to enter the periphery of the power center; but the worry was that these magical technologies did not The method was immediately accepted by Lashman, and it would even lead to strong rejection by certain factions. There were a lot of battles to be fought, and Houdini had a headache when he thought of those difficult old guys in various colleges.

How does it feel to see it up close?

After two days of communication, the tone of Rody's chat with him became much more casual. There is no conflict of interest between the two parties, and everyone is happy with the win-win policy, so they are naturally in a good mood.

At this moment, there are only the two of them on the floating tower, so that some conversations can go deeper.

I still want to thank the Lord of the City for giving me this opportunity... I have gained a lot, but there are still many things I don't understand. Houdini's posture is quite respectful, just like a mage. When facing more advanced magic, the awe in his heart is like a believer facing a god. Although this awe was not aimed at Rody, it made a subtle difference in their identities.

Rody waved his hand: Our cooperation has only just begun, and it's important to learn from each other—but I'm curious about the direction your research on artificial rainfall is taking?

In principle, it is similar to your array, Lord City Master, but there are many differences in details. In fact, the main difference lies in the energy consumption of the 'floating tower'. The core area of ​​our array is limited...

There is no way to enlarge the core area?

Rody is not a high-level magician, so the level of this question is quite low. Houdini also understood this, so he replied patiently: This involves precision issues, and it is also because the power of floating needs to be converted through 'cobalt gold', and our 'cobalt gold'... really doesn't have enough quota to spend on it. Here.

Resources are always limited. Rahiman's only floating towers require a lot of cobalt gold to build, including the floating towers around the flagship Boratini. The cost of materials consumed by the tower on cobalt gold is comparable to that of half a flagship. Although it is possible to grit your teeth and squeeze out enough to promote artificial rainfall, if you want to recover the cost by increasing the production of food, it will take 20 years to be optimistic...

Naturally, no one would consider a loss-making business.

Cobalt gold?

After thinking for a while, Rody turned around and pointed to a large circle of shining blue light in the core area of ​​the floating tower, and asked, This is what you're talking about? Our place is called the Blue Moon Mine.

Yes. Houdini swallowed secretly. Such a large cobalt-gold core is priceless. If he carried it back to Rahiman himself, it would probably attract some people to smash their heads to snatch it!

oh…

Roddy nodded, and continued to talk about other things calmly. After the two watched the artificial rainfall, he and Houdini came down from the floating tower together. However, Rody did not rush to hold a luncheon, but directly pulled Houdini to a magic material library on the side of Pasha's Tower, and opened the door under Houdini's suspicious eyes.

To show you something.

Roddy smiled, then stepped aside to let Houdini in.

Houdini was confused, approached the dimly lit room, scanned around, and asked strangely:

Master Rody, what do you want me to see--wait...Damn it! This is--this is--?!

The mature and prudent Houdini lost his composure in an instant. He even reached out and grabbed his hair, his eyes widened.

In the material warehouse in front of me, various forms of cobalt gold ore are filled with a whole wall of cabinets...

Rody stood outside the door with a smile, and said softly: I think...the cooperation between Elson and Laximan seems to be closer and deeper?