Imperial Crown

A feeling of contempt arose in the heart of the herdsman.

You are really a nobleman who has no experience in the world. He is just here to make money. He is also chanting a spell. If I start first, will I still fall behind you?

The gray-white undead aura surged out, gathered on the bone staff, and condensed into a thick bone spear, which was aimed at the noble's shoulder and shot out!

Whoosh——

The bone spear cut through the atmosphere, bringing with it the sound of biting wind, and the force it carried blew up the dust on the ground.

Then a scene that surprised the herders appeared. The bone spear actually penetrated Raven's body, as if Raven did not exist!

There was a fluctuation in the air, and Lei Wen, his men and his horse suddenly moved more than half a meter to the right.

This is exactly the effect of the Magic Light Shell.

The bone spear drew an arc and burrowed into the ground with a clang.

At the same time, Raven also completed the chanting of the spell, and a fireball condensed on the top of the staff, and then roared out!

The fireball was not the usual orange-red color, but black-red like rotten flesh and blood, which made the herder inexplicably feel frightened!

He wanted to hide, but it was too late.

The fireball hit his right hand holding the staff. The bone staff broke and turned into debris under the burning flames!

From the moment he became a herder, he had completely lost his sense of pain, but now, there was heartbreaking pain in his arm!

It wasn't burning his body, it was burning his soul!

As the blood curse became more and more closely related to himself, Raven's magic power was also "contaminated" to a certain extent. Even the ordinary fireball technique was tainted with a trace of curse power.

"Uh-huh!!!!"

A shrill scream came out of the herdsman's mouth uncontrollably. He pinched his shoulders and waved his arms desperately, trying to dispel the black-red flames, but he couldn't do it at all.

"Save me—" Forgetting to issue instructions from his mind, the herder roared and revealed his last trump card.

In the alley next to it, a second-level bone cavalry suddenly appeared. The light green soul fire in its eyes jumped. As soon as it appeared, it rushed towards Raven!

The bone horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the speed reached the limit with almost no need to brew. In just a few dozen meters, no magician had time to complete the chanting of the spell.

But Raven remained extremely calm: "Is it open?"

The Bone Cavalry was stunned and made a hollow voice: "...What?"

"wisdom."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of dark green light suddenly lit up on Raven's wrist, illuminating the surrounding environment with the same color.

Fangs as sharp as daggers gathered around Raven, densely packed, as if a giant snake opened its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth!

Raven raised his hand and pointed forward, and his fangs were like a swarm of bees or densely shot crossbow arrows, swarming towards the bone cavalry!

The dark green fangs pierced into the armor of the Bone Cavalry and melted one after another. It seemed that there was no harm at all, but the exposed bones of the cavalryman and the horse under his crotch turned green.

As the bone-white horse continued to gallop, bits and pieces of broken bone shattered into the air.

With a clang, the scimitar in the hand of the Bone Cavalry fell to the ground, and his metacarpal bones had turned into green fly ash.

Just when he was about to rush in front of Raven, the front hooves of the war horse quietly shattered and fell to the ground. Then, under the action of inertia, a dark green ink mark was wiped on the ground.

This is also the only trace left by the Bone Cavalry in the world.

The second level magic, "Fang Sting".

The herder was still screaming, and Raven slowly stopped his horse beside him.

Turning over and dismounting, Raven drew his sword and cut off the herder's shoulder. There was no blood at the section, only pale bones and gray-black dead flesh.

This can no longer be considered a living person.

This sword freed the herder from the pain, but immediately, the sword edge was pressed between his eyebrows: "I ask, you answer."

The herdsman looked at Raven with hateful eyes and wanted to be tougher, but the strength and strength of Raven who just wiped out the second-order bone cavalry with a snap of his fingers made him unable to harden at all: "You... you agree first, and I will answer Yes, you have to let me go!”

"Well, no problem." Raven nodded slightly: "Why do you want to besiege this place?"

"This is Lord Federlan's order." The herder's voice was dry and hoarse: "He asked us to lead a small group of troops to disperse and continue to collect souls for the Lord of Death!"

"Collecting souls?" Lei Wen said: "There are people everywhere in Xiacheng District, why did you choose this place?"

"Because the owner of this shop is a first-level alchemist!" The herder said: "Our holy religion collects souls not only in quantity, but also in quality. A first-level transcendent is worth dozens or hundreds. Ordinary people; second-level extraordinary, comparable to a dozen first-level ones!”

Raven's face showed a sudden realization. The undead society that besieged the orphanage before was probably attracted by Dean Nightingale. After all, she was a second-level transcendent.

There is also the strange behavior of the undead army before - it is clear that it has the ability to break through the city wall, but it has to wait for support to arrive.

I'm afraid it's just to harvest the souls of more powerful people.

But at the same time, another question emerged in Raven's mind: "Why do you need so many souls?"

"I'm just a small character." The herder said with a flattering smile on his face, "I can't understand your problem."

Raven nodded slowly, touched it on his belt, and immediately caught an ancient scroll in his hand.

This scroll was obtained from Heleti's treasure house. Since then, I have not had time to study it in detail. After occasionally looking at it, I can only conclude that it records a kind of necromancy magic, but it is difficult to judge more specifically.

Throwing the scroll in the face of the herder, Raven said: "Help me interpret this scroll, if you dare to do anything strange..."

A syllable came out of his mouth, and black-red flames bloomed in Raven's palm: "Death is not your only ending."

The herder shuddered and reached out to pick up the scroll and unfold it: "Oh, I, I understand, there are some words hidden on it, but you need to see it from the perspective of an undead creature."

"What's the effect?"

"I don't know..." The herder quickly explained: "I really don't know! I, I can't read!"

Raven was speechless for a moment.

On second thought, yes, if you really knew how to read, how could you easily join a hopeless organization like the Death Hand?

Putting the scroll away, Raven said: "Answer me the last question and I will let you go."

The herdsman's eyes flashed: "Say!"

"Tell me all the magic you have mastered."

As a herder, although he can use magic, it is all instilled by the Necromancer. He only knows how to do it, but not why.

The four elements of spellcasting are spells, gestures, magic operation, and mental power. The first two can be described, but the latter two cannot be easily conveyed in words.

This was a problem for others, but it was different in front of Raven.

Because he has the Eye of Truth and can observe the movement of magic and spiritual power,

If it doesn’t work once, try several times!

First-level magic is not that difficult. Even if the details are incomplete, you can study it slowly when you go back.

About an hour later, after Eric and other soldiers cleared the surrounding area, Raven had basically clarified the two methods of casting first-order necromancy magic.

One of them is the "Bone Spear Technique" that the herder used before, and the other is the "Heart of Fear", which can turn the bravest warriors into grass chickens.

"Okay, let's go." Raven put away the sword.

The herder was still in disbelief for a moment. Seeing that Raven didn't move, he propped up his body with one arm, rolled and crawled out, and ran away.

Then, he heard a familiar spell in his ears - the one he chanted before.

Not in the mood to blame Raven for breaking his promise, the herder took great strides and ran outside.

However, before he ran a few steps, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and a thick bone spear penetrated the clothes under his ribs, and the huge force nailed his whole body to the ground!

"Tsk, it's crooked. Sure enough, the mental part needs to be adjusted."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the herder heard Raven's voice behind him, and a glimmer of hope for survival arose in his heart.

But the next moment, he only felt a soft sound behind his head, and then saw the tip of the sword between his eyes.

If I miss a hit, shouldn't I be let go?

This was the shepherd's last thought, and then his consciousness fell completely silent.

Putting away the long sword and shaking off the dried brains stuck to the blade, Raven looked back at the alchemy shop:

"Old Bucky, if you don't come out, I'll set fire to your store!"

Not long after, an old man who was even thinner than the herdsman opened the door and walked out. He looked to be at least seventy years old, with sparse but curly old white hair on his head.

After scratching his head, Bucky looked at Raven in confusion: "...Is it you? Raven?!"

"You kid got out of here!"

Eric corrected from the side: "It's Baron Raven!"

"I heard that you were taken away before. I thought you had offended a lady from some noble family." Bucky blinked and rubbed his hands again: "I didn't expect that you actually became a noble?!"

Bucky is the owner of the alchemy shop "The Goblin's Cabin". He can survive in the lower city, of course, both black and white. Sometimes Raven will sell some stolen goods to him. The two of them have a certain friendship.

Thinking of Raven's usual style, Bucky suddenly became vigilant: "Raven, my store has been almost destroyed. There are no good things left, and there are not many gold coins!"

"We are separated, right?" Raven smiled: "What kind of money are we talking about in our friendship?"

An ominous premonition arose in Bucky's heart. He didn't believe that Raven would change his mind: "Then what do you want?"

"The current Meng'en City is too dangerous. God knows what trouble will happen next." Raven said: "On the contrary, my Eagle Territory is located in the northwest of Nord Province, so it is guaranteed to be very safe!"

Bucky's eyes widened.

He now understands that this boy Raven is not interested in his store, but in him as a person!

He had never heard of the name Eagle Leader. God knew what kind of remote country it was, and he didn't want to go there.

Moreover, he had tampered with some of the snacks he had received from Raven several times before. If he was brought to Raven's territory and old scores were settled, he wouldn't be able to bear it!

"Raven, Baron Raven, I think my place is quite safe, and I remembered that I also have a safe in the basement, which has some savings, otherwise you see..."

"Oh, and this, you should have told me earlier." Raven patted his forehead: "Flav!"

Volaf immediately stepped forward: "Lord Baron!"

"Hurry up and bring the people and pack everything Mr. Bucky needs. Don't miss a single thing! We, the Eagle Leader, must not treat our distinguished guests badly!"

Bucky was speechless for a moment: "No, I, you..."

How shameless!

Robbery civilian men! It’s simply lawless!

He really doesn't want to leave with Raven!

However, Raven no longer gave him a chance to speak. After giving the order, he directly mounted his horse and went out for a walk.

The biggest gain today, apart from the two first-order magics, is this Bucky.

Even though he is only a first-level alchemist, he is a genuine alchemist and can skillfully prepare various first-level magic potions, including healing potions.

It’s okay if you haven’t seen him before, but now that you’ve met him, how can you let him go?

Now, I also have my own alchemist, and he looks more and more like a noble!

Seeing that communication was impossible, Bucky had no choice but to accept his fate and began to supervise the moving movements of Raven's soldiers.

"Be gentle! That box is full of healing potions. If it gets damaged, you can't afford to pay for it!"

"Hey, that's not how you hold this kind of bottle. Put it down. Put it down quickly. I'll do it myself!"

"Don't!...Forget it, just move it. Please, throw it into the trash can. No need to move it."

There were a lot of things in Bucky's store, and it wasn't until night that they were completely packed up and moved to the Silver Hand Brotherhood's villa.

The moment he saw the villa, Bucky felt a lot more balanced.

The Silver Hand Brotherhood was kept in obedience, but Manson was as obedient as a follower. In comparison, his treatment was much better.

And Raven didn't touch his safe, which is also an important plus point.

It's not that Raven suddenly doesn't love money anymore, it's that he knows that since he wants to use people, he can't offend them too harshly.

Otherwise, it would be so funny if a noble was poisoned to death by his own personal alchemist.

That night, Raven returned to the temporary camp and learned about the respective results of the coalition forces and the Fox family.

Needless to say, the Fox family made great progress all the way, but the coalition forces paid a heavy price for their blind optimism. They did not gain much in military achievements, but the losses were not low. Each legion lost about a thousand people in the battle.

But this did not dampen their enthusiasm, and they were "kind enough" to ask Raven about his results.

Of course, Raven put on a grimace and expressed deep regret for his "little cleverness" in acting alone. Unsurprisingly, he received a lot of "care" that looked like sympathy, but was actually gloating about his misfortune.

They didn't know how hard it was for Raven to hold back his laughter!

Of course Judra didn't believe that Raven would suffer, but he didn't expose it, because he had gained a lot of military exploits, and even got a herder's emblem, for which he quietly showed off to Raven.

According to him, this kind of emblem represents more military achievements than a dry human head, oh no, there are too many "skulls".

What he didn't know was that Raven had collected more than a dozen of these things.

The war continued, with new developments every day. The large forces continued to launch offensives, and Raven continued to sweep through the lower city.

On the fourth day after the arrival of the Fox family, the coalition forces finally reached the edge of the Bone Spire. Although they wanted to demolish it, they were eventually stopped by the Bone Dragon, but it also greatly boosted the morale of the coalition forces.

The size of the undead army in the city is getting smaller and smaller, and it is now less than one-fifth of what it was when it first entered the city.

At this moment, in the middle of the Death Hand army, Thacheni summoned Parihir and Fedilan.

"Even if we continue to maintain the withering fog, the army will be completely destroyed in two days at most."

"The war is coming to an end."

Hearing these words, both Pali Hill and Fedilan lowered their heads at the same time.

Feidilan said unwillingly: "We haven't lost yet! There is also Lord Gregory!"

"Fediran!" Sachenyi raised his voice: "The outcome of this war has been determined. Do you still want to squander the soul that should be dedicated to our Lord for your own selfishness?"

Every time the Bone Dragon appears, it must consume a large amount of souls as a supplement, otherwise there will be worries about backlash. Now as the war becomes more and more difficult, this investment begins to make ends meet.

Federico argued: "But... at least kill Tyrone, or Montreal?!"

Sacheni sighed: "I also want to dedicate their souls to my Lord, but they are too cautious. One lives in the castle and the other not only has the family's 'Molten Fire Ember', but also has people around him. The archbishop of false gods stands.”

"Remember, what we want is war and death. Now that the process has been completed, we have collected millions of souls. The result is not important."

As soon as this was said, Feidilan stopped arguing.

Sacheni looked at Parisiel: "Our mission has been completed, but you can't return to the kingdom of our Lord. Go ahead and deliver the Holy Emblem to the 'Great Altar' with Master Gregory. I hope my soul will be able to release a layer of shackles for my Lord.”

Parisiel nodded heavily: "Lord Sacheni, I will definitely fulfill your instructions!"

She began to recite the incantation in a low voice, and soon, a gust of wind blew away the dust, and the bone dragon Gregory fell to the ground.

Parisiel climbed onto the back of the bone dragon and looked at Sacheni with respect in her eyes: "May you find eternal rest."

Sacheni said solemnly: "May we all find eternal rest."

call--

Gregory flapped his wings and flew into the deep night.

In mid-air, a crow turned into black smoke and disappeared.

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