Marvel's Necromancer

Motels are a major specialty industry in the United States. The most typical motels are self-service, cheap, practical, convenient and fast, with parking on the first floor and rooms on the second floor. It has become the first choice for Westerners, especially Americans, to travel.

There are advantages and disadvantages. Many motels are also a mixed bag, becoming one of the best hiding places for powder vendors, streetwalkers and streetwalkers.

For example, the Good Brothers motel where Ivan is staying is called Good Brothers, but the neon sign on the sign is a sexy stripper.

In the evening, Ivan stood at the door of the room. The door number read: "02021". He took out the key and opened the door and went in, closed the door with his feet, put the shopping bag aside, summoned the Horadrim Cube, and began to study the Book of Karan, looking for a way to quickly gain the ability to protect himself.

"In other words, if I want to quickly acquire some self-protection abilities, learning the Summoning System is the best choice. To initially learn the Summoning of the Undead, I must first acquire some breath of death." Ivan wondered how to obtain a large number of With the breath of death, an idea flashed in his mind: "Cemetery!"

Although there are many corpses in the morgue of the police station and the morgue of the hospital, the presence of corpses means the smell of death. But the police station is now a dangerous place for him, and the hospital cannot get in. Only sparsely populated cemeteries are the first choice.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon. Ivan looked at the time and planned to read the news to determine what time period he was in in the Marvel world.

Ivan was helpless about his current situation. Although the appearance of the White Spider revealed to him that this world was the Marvel world, the appearance of the White Spider also made him confused about which Marvel universe he was in. After all, the appearance of the White Spider also made him confused about which Marvel universe he was in. There are too many Spider-Man universes. If I were in the Spider-Verse and offended White Spider, would a dozen Spider-Man groups come to attack him in a few days? Ivan couldn't help but shudder when he thought about it.

"I don't think about it anymore, it's a bit scary." Ivan turned on the TV in the hotel and kept changing the channels, looking for news that was useful to him. He took a look at the Horadrim cube that he took out and put it aside. He has found the purpose of cutting bones from the Book of Karan. This is the necessary material for the bone dagger of the Necromancer. It is equivalent to the mage's staff and the hanging ring of the Marvel Mages. But Ivan He doesn't have the ability to cast spells yet, and there's no way to make his own bone dagger.

"You'll have the ability to cast spells soon. Soon." He reassured himself and continued to focus on the TV.

The sound of violent primitive movements between men and women came from the next room. The wall between the two rooms did not play any role in sound insulation, and it was as clear as if it happened to the ears.

"Oh my god, it's only 6 o'clock now." Ivan rolled his eyes, trying hard to ignore the melancholy voice and focus on searching for news that was useful to him on the TV.

After searching to no avail, Ivan could no longer endure the hours-long "noise" next door and planned to go directly to the nearest cemetery to try to collect some breath of death.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ivan opened the door and was about to leave the motel. He saw two young men standing downstairs arguing next to a black Suzuki. One was tall with curly hair, and the other was short and undressed. They were holding their heads high and looked like they were arguing over who would drive. Ivan avoided the two of them and rushed to his destination.

An hour later, Ivan stood outside the largest cemetery nearby.

Through the fence of the cemetery, you can see the tombstones standing on the grass in the dark night. From a distance, they look like gloomy haunted houses. Only the tombkeepers patrolling every hour can bring some light. .

very suitable. Ivan was very satisfied with this situation. After improving his physical fitness, Ivan felt like walking on flat ground when climbing over the fence. He carefully carried the package across the lawn, avoiding the tombkeeper's hut, and passing through the tombstones. Choosing a place where it was not easy to be found, Ivan took out two blankets from the package, spread one on the ground and draped one over his body. Fully prepared, he began to meditate, trying to collect some of the breath of death.

Following the special breathing frequency, Ivan's spirit leaned out of his body and observed his surroundings.

The world perceived with the spirit is not divided into day and night. All living things have lost their original shapes, and only the original magic power flows slowly.

The empty cemetery was covered with a layer of black mist, which Ivan had never seen in prison. Maybe this is the breath of death? Ivan carefully used his spirit to extract a wisp of black mist, and refined it using the method in Karan's Book to prepare for the summoning of the dead. I saw black mist condensed from the air and gathered into several strands. As Ivan's body breathed, it was inhaled from his eyes, nose and mouth, and then slowly exhaled.

As time passed, the branch representing summons in the Necromancer's skill tree in Ivan's mind gradually turned from gray to brighter, and was completely bright before he absorbed the death aura that pervaded the cemetery.

Ivan withdrew from his meditation with a look of joy on his face. Two summoning skills actually lit up in his mind.

One light is two! Ivan was overjoyed. After calming down, he was full of doubts about the skill tree. A level one summoning skeleton should only be able to summon one skeleton, and a full level one could summon 9? Will my skills be maxed out as soon as they shine?

After some thought to no avail, Ivan was suddenly startled by a sound not far away. He tightened the blanket around him, moved in the direction of the noise, and lay down on the ground to avoid being discovered.

"Why do you need me to dig?"

"Because you are the younger brother and you have to work more." The short young man stood next to a pit and held up a flashlight to shine light on the people in the pit. He spoke in a frivolous tone.

Ivan used the light of the flashlight to see clearly what was happening under the pit. The tall curly-haired young man he had seen in the hotel before was complaining and digging with the shovel in his hand.

"Grave robbers?" Are these two young men who look like brothers grave robbers? Ivan looked at the two people who were acting strangely curiously. Is it also popular among Americans to bury themselves with valuables? Ivan didn't know, but looking at the next actions of the two brothers, he became more and more confused.

After seeing that the two people dug up the coffin, they didn't touch anything in the coffin. The tall young man climbed out of the pit. The two poured a lot of things into it, and part of the liquid gave off a pungent smell.

"It's gasoline." What on earth are these two people doing? Set fire to a tomb? Does the person lying here have a grudge against them?

Sure enough, the two threw a burning match into the grave pit, and a raging fire ignited instantly. The tombkeeper saw the fire burning here, and Ivan noticed several bright flashlights approaching in the distance.

So he ignored the brothers, quietly left from the side, bypassed the hurried tombkeeper, quietly climbed over the fence, and hurried back to the hotel.