Marvel's Necromancer

In the next few days, White Spider Gwen came to Ivan's replica Batcave once to make up for her regret of not taking a photo with the Skeleton Warrior before. The rest of the time was uneventful.

From Gwen's mouth, Ivan learned that the lizard man had snatched a batch of scientific research equipment from the school last time and had not been seen again for several days. She has been tracing the whereabouts of the lizard man.

Ivan has never found a chance to send out the new mask. Either he forgot or the timing was not good. Recently, apart from studying the Book of Karan, he only went out for one big purchase and spent the rest of the time hiding in the sewers. .

However, Ivan had some concerns about his ability to light up. He believed that his way of 'upgrading' was related to the soul. When he opened the school of summoning the undead, he absorbed a large amount of death breath. Recently, he discovered that he was not only absorbing the death breath. A kind of energy that also absorbed the soul echoes of the deceased that were mixed with the breath of death at that time. The breath of death is an important energy for summoning the dead, so the echoes of the souls absorbed by him are likely to play the role of providing 'experience' .

It is mentioned in the Book of Karan that soul echoes are the fragments of souls that escape after death. Ivan visited various cemeteries in Brooklyn at that time, and only the first upgrade lit up his skills the fastest. During subsequent training, he could vaguely feel that he was about to light up more skills, but he never 'upgraded'. But the three gang members Ivan killed when he was hiding before, he felt that he had taken a big step forward.

If I want to level up quickly and light up more skills, I need more living souls. Ivan concluded.

But where to find the soul? The last time he was attacked by three gang members, three of them were killed. It took half a day to clear the traces of the scene. And from what they heard from Gwen, the New York police suspected that it was the result of a fight between gangs. They were involved in group crimes and explosions. The control department intervened in the investigation, and it is said that the FBI is also investigating the matter. Ivan even suspected that SHIELD, which is still a department of the United States, might also intervene in the investigation.

The lives of three gangsters require at least two behemoths to investigate, and it is very likely that SHIELD is also investigating. Ivan can't imagine what kind of trouble he will get into if he kills dozens or hundreds of gangsters for his soul.

And before he gets the friendship and endorsement from S.H.I.E.L.D. or some well-known superheroes, will killing people wantonly become a thorn in the side of internationally wanted criminals and other superheroes?

So Ivan thought about the current legal ways to collect souls, until a few hairs were pulled out. Finally, when recalling the Marvel plot, he slapped his forehead and remembered a good place to collect souls.

middle East!

It's a war-torn place, where people die every day, and it's a desert place. Wouldn't it be nice to sneak in there and pick up a few souls on the battlefield to enrich your own pockets without anyone noticing?

However, I haven't found any news related to the plot yet, so Ivan can only assume that the plot has not yet begun. Ivan is always worried about leaving New York casually and not knowing the latest situation.

Upgrading is a must. Ivan finally made up his mind to travel far away. There is no news of the plot starting yet. He must seize the time to improve his strength.

But how does Ivan get to the Middle East? The credibility record left by his predecessor is not good. It is difficult for him to get through customs and fly to the Middle East, let alone cross the borders of peaceful countries to reach war-torn places. Moreover, the US dollars spent on round-trip air tickets and up-and-down relationships are not something Ivan, who now spends most of his money on his secret base and gems, can afford.

But Ivan has already thought of a solution, which is the teleportation array and the return scroll.

Ivan can make two teleportation arrays, mail one to the Middle East, teleport directly there, use the teleportation array left at home as a beacon, and finally use the return scroll to teleport back. Doesn’t this save money on relationship management and expensive air tickets?

He had only been exposed to return scrolls and teleportation arrays for a short time, and the success rate was very low. He had to sell everything to get two teleportation arrays and three return scrolls. When Ivan was ready, he found a small cubicle in the sewer and arranged everything. , went to the Middle East.

The next day, a smiling Coulson and a beautiful woman appeared in the open space where the only exit of his replica Batcave was.

"This is it? You're very cautious." The woman stood behind Colson and looked at the opened manhole cover curiously.

"According to the sewer planning map, the lower section of the sewer has been closed, and there is only one entrance and exit." Colson looked at it with a flashlight and found nothing unusual.

"Then let's go meet this mysterious gentleman. I hope he's home."

"Natasha, if the other party resists, the director hopes to capture him alive as much as possible." Coulson warned before going down.

After the two people went down to the sewer, they turned on the flashlight and looked around.

"This place is quite clean." Natasha looked around in surprise and found that this place was not what she expected. "I thought the ground would be slimy and crawling with rats and stuff."

"What do you think of this unknown person?" Coulson asked Natasha in a half-chat while exploring.

"Why are you asking me? You are the person in charge. You should be more familiar with Mr. Mysterious."

"I want to hear your opinion."

Natasha smiled when she heard Colson's explanation: "You sound so much like Nick."

"Okay, let me think about the information I read before setting off." Black Widow tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and bit her lower lip.

"I think," Natasha said, "that the profiles are fake."

"Why do you say that?" Coulson was not surprised to hear such an answer. He also had this thought when he found out this.

"Ivan Sid, an orphan, left the orphanage at the age of 15 and joined the Rat Pack. He fought, robbed, stole, and sold narcotics. He spent his entire boyhood in and out of juvenile correctional facilities. After the age of 20, the record stopped abruptly, one year Then he reappeared as a bank robber, but was acquitted due to lack of evidence. Then he hid in a motel, killed three gang members, disappeared again, and hid here." Natasha stepped on the ground and gestured.

"What do you think is wrong?" Coulson asked with interest.

"It's not that there's something wrong with anything, it's that there's something wrong with the entire information, and Ivan Sid as a whole." Natasha said with certainty.

"Just looking at the first half of the information, this is an ordinary gangster who grabs a lot of money from any dirty alley in New York. The second half is like splicing together, an ordinary little gangster who is thoughtful and thoughtful. He planned a bank robbery, caused a fight among his accomplices, and finally escaped without touching a penny."

"No one was shot, but two hundred kilograms of gold disappeared mysteriously." Coulson added with a smile.

"How can an ordinary gangster be so thoughtful? He even almost escaped, but was caught by our little vigilante, but without leaving any evidence, he escaped from trial, hid in a motel, and kept wandering around the cemetery. He wandered around for a while, then killed three gang members who were chasing him, and used a mysterious method to extract their bones. It only took less than an hour for one person to do this." At this point, the always ferocious Black Widow had no idea about the three gang members. The way one died was a bit scary. How could one person remove three bones in one hour? And took them away without anyone noticing?

"Moreover," Colson continued following Natasha's train of thought: "He also looked through decades of sewer construction drawings in New York and found a hidden place to stay. Together, these things are not "Everything a Brooklyn punk can think of and do, he suddenly changes the way he moves as if he's looking for something."

"Two possibilities. Ivan Sid himself was just a small gangster. He died when he disappeared a year ago, and his identity was replaced."

"What about the second possibility?"

"What appears now is Ivan Sid himself. Someone else is behind the scenes instructing him to do these things. He inspired special abilities himself, causing his appearance to change. He was discovered and hired, or his abilities were given to him by others."

Colson thought about Natasha's words and came up with another idea:

"I think there is a third possibility. There was a problem with his information from the beginning. Someone has been covering up his extraordinaryness. It was only recently that for some reason, he did not show it."

After speaking, the two fell into silence. It would not be a good thing for any of these three possibilities to come true. Each possibility may involve a lot of trouble after being confirmed.

"arrive."

"Mr. Ivan? We don't mean any harm, we just want to talk to you."

The two saw the iron door at the corner. Colson put on a kind smile, knocked on it, and stood at the door waiting for a response. After a while, his smile turned into helplessness, and he turned to Natasha and said: " There seems to be no one?"

"There is no record of his departure being monitored by nearby agents."

Is there a hidden passage inside? Did you find out we were coming and ran away? Natasha frowned nicely, stepped forward to push Colson away, and violently pried open the padlock on the iron door.

"No one." The two searched the entire wastewater treatment station, standing among various building materials and looking at each other. They did not find any hidden passages or Ivan, who left first.

"What is this?" Natasha keenly picked through the debris on the ground and found several drawings with strange symbols underneath.

Colson took the paper with an ugly face, which was filled with all kinds of weird pictograms.

"It doesn't look like a good thing." Colson stared at a pattern that looked like a twisted human form. The whole symbol was like a living thing, as if it was squirming. He heard a wailing sound until Natasha woke him up with a nervous look on her face. Only then did he realize that it was just an illusion, and there was no weird pattern on the paper at all.

But Coulson didn't admit that he was dazzled. He had undergone rigorous agent training, including training against psychedelic drugs.

Just as Natasha was taking photos to record these strange symbols, Coulson's phone rang.

"This is Colson, Director." Colson answered the phone and surprisingly found that the signal here was not bad.

"Have you come into contact with me? What's your attitude towards us?" Black Braised Egg Nick was drinking coffee in a high-end office, taking advantage of two of his most trusted agents with a clear conscience.

"Sorry Director, he disappeared. The field agents didn't find out how he disappeared."

"This case will be handed over to Natasha first. There is an emergency that needs you to deal with." Hei Lu Dan stood by the window of the office with a solemn expression.

"Tony Stark is missing."

A month later, there was a desert somewhere in the Middle East. It was cloudless. The sun hung in the sky at noon. The temperature could rise to 50 degrees during the day. The sand on the ground was at least 80 degrees during this period. The cruelty of the desert cannot be experienced personally. People who experience it can never understand it.

A monster that looked like the legendary yellow sand monster that appeared in sandstorms walked easily through the sand dunes. A figure in a white robe beside it climbed over the sand dunes. It was Ivan who was traveling far away.

Ivan thought that he had made all preparations before going on this far journey. He specially obtained an Arab-style white robe, wore a veil on his face, prepared a lot of water and food, and even used his own All the gems in stock created a magic item, but they still underestimated the desert.

He touched the cane in his hand that was a little hot from the sun. The cane was no more than two feet long, entirely black, with a small crystal skull embedded on the top.

[Bat’s wand blue magic equipment

Attack Power 2-4

1 to Clay Golem

1 to Bone Armor

5% health stolen on hit

50% damage to undead creatures Durability: 13/13]

This wand provides him with two very useful skills. One summons the Clay Stone Demon, the giant monster that carries all his supplies. The other skill is the most important protective skill of the Necromancer.

Ivan raised his tired face and looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance, licked his chapped lips, commanded the clay demon in front to stop, took a bottle of milk from it, drank a few sips, and Had a milk burp.

The acrobatic spellcasting profession of the Necromancer gave him a strong physique and endurance. Even so, Ivan was still tortured by this desert.

Ivan learned a lot of mage knowledge from the Book of Karan, and as a textbook for necromancers, this book not only records mage knowledge, but also contains a large number of adventure guides and survival knowledge, recording various kinds of knowledge in dangerous areas. Tips on how to survive.

but!

This group of autistic necromancers in the jungle did not record anything about how to survive in the desert.

Everything must be studied before Ivan will understand. During the first few nights when he arrived in the desert of the Middle East, he opened the Book of Kalam and searched again and again, but he couldn't find any suggestions on how to live a better life in the desert. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he read carefully for half the night. Only then did I see the words between the words. There were two words written all over the book: "endure"!

What the hell! He is not one of those Necromancers who grew up in an extremely dangerous jungle, spends his days practicing hard in isolation to understand the way of balance, and occasionally comes out to maintain world peace! He was a good young man who grew up happily under the red flag. If he really had to follow the masochistic penance in the Book of Karan, half of his life would have been lost long ago.

Moreover, this trip to the Middle East did not go as smoothly as Ivan thought. According to his previous idea, he should find the battlefield where the fighting is taking place, wait until they finish fighting and all the people are gone, and then go up and touch a few souls himself, and then escape, everyone is included. A pleasure to work with.

But in reality? Ivan didn't even get a complete soul!

Ivan sensed the carnage and death on the battlefield through meditation, and happily crossed the vast desert to the place where the battle took place. He was dumbfounded.

Every time he ran to a place, he was a step too late. These people not only killed people, but also whipped the corpse, destroying the integrity of the corpse. The soul could not stay in place for too long attached to the corpse. By the time Ivan arrived, the soul would have already been there. It disappeared. Even the breath of death and the echo of the soul could not be preserved much in the harsh environment of the desert.

They even burned the body with fire. After burning it, how much negative energy like the breath of death would be left? Every time I think of this Ivan makes my teeth itch with hatred.

As a result, although Ivan has gained a lot more 'experience' in this month than he collected by wandering around the cemetery, it is far from what he expected.

Ivan touched the last scroll in his arms, which was the only return scroll he had left.

Because of his skills, the teleportation array was damaged after being used once. The other one was used as a beacon for the return scroll in New York, and the two return scrolls were used by him to purchase supplies back to New York. This means that after using the last return scroll, it will take a long time for him to repeat his old tricks and return to the Middle East, and he may miss some important plots.

But Ivan was unwilling to give in. He spent a month, and now he has not even lit up a new skill. Although this is related to his greed, while using experience to charge the two schools of summoning the dead and cursing, it is also It was related to the army that prevented him from receiving a complete soul.

Even if he gave up his previous plan, he still had to vent his anger.

Ivan stuffed the milk carton back, reached out and pulled a blanket off the clay demon and spread it on the ground. Let the clay demon stand between him and the sun. It was better than having no ground to block the scorching sunshine and endure the scalding temperature of the blanket. Get into a meditative state quickly.

Soon, he caught some familiar souls and primitive magic waves stopping in the distance.

"I caught you, Zaizhong!"

Gritting his teeth, Ivan opened his eyes, jumped on the back of the extremely hot clay stone demon, and drove the clay stone demon to fly in the direction he locked, rolling up a trail of yellow sand and dust.