Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The cycle of life and death begins, and the altar is activated.

The souls of the black pom-pom and the furnace king disappeared.

In a poor neighborhood in the human capital, a baby with red and black hair was born.

"Red hair! Is he the son of the furnace?" The father was a little excited.

However, when he discovered that the child had no horns. He showed a disappointed look.

"He is a healthy boy. I hope you can grow up soon and help share the pressure on the family." The father thought silently while holding the sleeping baby.

"Father!" Marika woke up suddenly. She had a nightmare. She dreamed that her father died in the chaos.

"Are you awake?" A wrinkled old witch doctor said slowly.

"Who! Where is this? Where is my father!" Marika shouted excitedly.

"This is a barbarian tribe. Your father has entrusted you to our care. He has been gone for a long time." The witch doctor said calmly while making medicine.

"..." Marika looked at everything around her blankly.

"Your injuries are almost healed. I have to say that your physique is very exaggerated. This is the first time I have seen such a vitality-filled physique. Even our king is not as good as you."

Marika ignored the witch doctor and just sat there blankly.

"Although the king promised to take care of you for your father, everyone in the barbarian tribe needs to be self-reliant."

"If your injury is better, please do what you can to help the people in the tribe." The witch doctor said.

"What can I do?" Marika had calmly accepted everything.

"Hunting, leatherworking, herbal gathering... whatever you like, just don't be idle. A colder winter is coming, and now is not the time to rest."

"I see."

Marika put on a coat made of wild animal fur, and then she staggered out of the tent.

Outside the tent, a tall warrior with silver hair was guarding there.

Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and glanced.

"Your father defeated my father in a duel. If you were a man, I would definitely challenge you." The young silver-haired warrior's eyes were filled with fighting intent.

"Haha, when I recover from my injury, I will teach you a lesson." Marika looked at the young soldier's unbeatable eyes and inexplicably thought of her brother Black Lion.

The young warrior's brows jumped when he heard this. He didn't expect this human woman to be so fierce.

"My name is Holelu, what's yours?" The young warrior looked admiringly.

"My name is Ma... no, just call me Jane Doe." Marika shook her head. She didn't like the name the vicious woman gave her.

"Huh? Do you and your father have the same name? He also has the same name." Holeilu's eyes were a little confused.

"..." Marika looked at the upright warrior and was speechless.

"Hollailu~ This name sounds like a girl's." Marika said with a smile.

"You!" He Lailu couldn't stand it immediately after hearing this, and her face turned red.

"Nonsense! You! Me!" He hesitated for a long time but couldn't think of anything suitable to say.

"Hahahaha!" Marika couldn't help but laugh heartily when she saw his embarrassed look.

In the days that followed, Malika's injuries completely healed.

The first thing she did when she recovered from her injuries was to find a fight with He Lailu.

"I don't fight with women!" He Lailu shook her head disdainfully.

"Oh? Do you have this little courage? Even a kitten has more courage than you!" Marika challenged.

"You!" He Lailu's fist hardened.

Wrestling with a woman is a dishonorable thing in itself. There is no glory in winning, and even more disgrace in losing. And he could vaguely feel that this woman must be very powerful.

After all, this woman is taller than him. Although he is not yet an adult, there is still room for growth in height. But if the body types are not equal, you may not be able to beat the opponent.

"I refuse!" He Lailu refused sternly.

Next, no matter how Marika provoked him, he would not accept it.

"Ha! You are so boring!" Marika left boredly.

Then, she came to the royal tent of the barbarian king.

"Uncle, I saw a lot of huge bones outside. What animal do those bones belong to?"

"Oh? Little Nameless One? Hahaha! Those are the bones of the Wild Bear King. They can be used to make giant arrows." The Barbarian King said.

"Uncle, can you give me a complete skeleton?"

"This..." The Barbarian King hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

In fact, these high-quality bones are strategic reserves, but after all, Little Anonymous is a distinguished guest, and this requirement must be met.

"I can give it to you, but I can only give you a skeleton." The Barbarian King said.

"Hey! Thank you, uncle!" Marika happily went out to get the bones.

After collecting the bones, Malika burned them.

Her prodigal behavior made other clan members heartbroken.

The barbarian king also smiled bitterly when he found out, but out of his promise he did not hold Marika accountable.

Marika then melted a rusty broadsword and used it to create a large bell.

After painting the bell with incantations, she rang the bell.

The sound of jingling bells came.

The shadow of a huge wild bear slowly emerged from the sky.

"What is that!" The barbarians were panicked.

But Marika looked at her masterpiece and smiled happily.

With the assistance of the ashes of the Wild Bear King, Marika hunted a Wild Bear King alone.

This shocked all the barbarian tribesmen.

Because only the Barbarian King can defeat the Wild Bear King alone, other warriors who want to capture the Wild Bear King must travel in groups, and will also suffer heavy casualties.

Watching Marika drag the huge body of the Wild Bear King back alone.

The eyes of the tribesmen suddenly turned to worship.

As long as they can defeat the Wild Bear King, both men and women are worthy of worship.

The Barbarian King looked at Marika who was surrounded by the crowd, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Such a strong warrior will definitely make the life of the tribe a lot easier." He touched his bald head, and then turned his eyes to his son He Lailu.

Horailu was staring at Marika intently at this time. His eyes were full of envy, and he also longed to be recognized by his tribe.

At the same time, he was also glad that he did not accept Marika's challenge. Otherwise, he will definitely be ridiculed by his tribe.

"Son, what do you think of little Nameless One?" King Barbarian came over and asked with a smile.

"She is a powerful warrior! I will definitely defeat her!" He Lailu's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The old father touched his face. "No, I mean...um...do you like her?"

"Huh?" He Lailu's eyes were full of doubts. "Father, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay, it seems you are still too young."

"Nonsense! I'm already sixteen years old! I'll be an adult in two years!" He Lailu said unconvinced.