Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey stood on a cliff with a wide view on the top of Jackdrift.

He held a transparent and soft round object in his hand, and gradually rose to the sky as the spell was recited.

This is the auxiliary technique he got for free in the "chat group" of the Magic Net Forum - Eye of Reconnaissance.

A practical two-ring magic with a simple matrix structure and less energy consumption of spell casting.

There is not much confidentiality value for advanced spell casters, so you can share it in public discussion at will.

But for most mid- and low-level spell casters who cannot fly, they are a good helper for reconnaissance and snooping and obtaining position information.

"Sir, have you seen anything?" Reiner raised his neck and repeatedly nagged like a repeater, "Where did those damn evil orcs go?"

After the reconnaissance eye rose to the extreme height that could be connected, Harvey carefully manipulated it to rotate in place and observe the ground situation.

"The fog on the northern slope of Jackdaw Ridge is too rich, and high-altitude reconnaissance can't see clearly." Through the magic connection, Harvey could only see the thick white morning mist and dense dark green forests.

"Pearce, have hunters crossed the mountains and went to hunt on the north slope before?"

Pierce, who was squatting on the tree branch and looking into the distance, rushed down the tree, "As far as I know, there is no, sir."

He patted his trousers that were rubbing against the mud and recalled them carefully. "When I first started hunting at the foot of the mountain, my master once told me a legend about the North Slope..."

Reiner also came over curiously, "It was the legend of the terrifying giant python that swallowed a camp hunting team in one bite, right?"

After nearly half a month of familiarity, Pierce is no longer afraid of this alchemy monster and knows the reason for Reiner's transformation.

He smiled and said, "Renner, you are a teenager older than me, and you must have heard of this legend."

"A noble master took his knight hunting team and climbed over Jackdaw Ridge to the north slope, hoping to capture the rare pure white three-eyed fox."

"But a month passed and the hunting team did not return. The lord sent more people to search and found a huge deep pit at the camp at the foot of the North Slope Mountain..."

Harvey was a little curious. In theory, the legends all had some exaggerated processing ingredients. "So how do you make sure they were swallowed by the giant python?"

Pierce added: "There are two snake scales left on the edge of the deep pit. Sir, it's as big as a shield!"

"Since then, no one dared to cross the mountains to hunt on the north slope. Even if the giant python has never appeared again, the north slope is lingering in fog all year round. Only after the fog dissipates from noon to sunset can we distinguish the direction in the day. , it's easy to get lost."

"So the border of St. Valen is bounded by the ridge of Jackdaw Ridge, and the northern slope belongs to the barren wasteland?"

Harvey knew this. The Principality of St. Valen itself is located in the central and northern part of the continent, and is backed by the huge mountain range that runs across the entire continent - the Divine Ridge Mountains.

The ridge of this continent extends to the west and reaches the sea directly. It is a branch mountain range called the Evil Moon Mountain Range.

The Jackdaw Ridge in the central and northern branches also belongs to the branch mountain range of this continental ridge.

On the south side of the ridge of the mainland are many countries of all sizes, and on the north side is a bitter and cold place where the huge non-human groups live.

Demons, evil orcs, frost giants... and the legendary dragon clan that has been exterminated by humans in the battle of dragons.

The evil orcs are obviously different from the demons entrenched in the Evil Moon Mountains, and they do not have the ambition to invade the human kingdom for a long time.

They are just primitive according to the law of seasonal migration, residing in warm conditions, and robbing in cold conditions.

But until a week ago, Reiner and Pierce led the alchemy beast to wipe out the last team of evil orc outposts entrenched on the southern slope.

No other evil orc appeared within their sight.

Even though the patrol scope of the wolf spider alchemy beast has been pushed to the boundary position on the top of the mountain, nothing has been found.

"Did they escape from the north because of the heavy casualties?" Harvey was completely confused.

The three of them waited for a while, watching the sun gradually rise from the east to the middle of the sky, and the fog at the foot of the mountain gradually dissipate.

Harvey released the reconnaissance eye again, and the whole picture of the northern slope of Jackdaw Ridge was finally presented to him in full.

The lush and primeval forest is like a dark green ocean, winding until the end of the invisible plain.

A black and red crack, like a scar on the earth, divided the ocean into two, scattering ugly across the vast plains.

Pierce, who returned to the tree branch, obviously saw this scene.

"Sir, that's the migration trace of the evil orc group." He lowered his head to Harvey and Reiner on the ground.

"They migrate along the way, cut down and burn trees, dig soil to build houses, and split the forest apart."

Harvey looked at this shocking scene and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that they rely on this pioneering road, traveling back and forth to the north and south every year..."

"It's like a herd of beasts." Reiner smacked his lips and commented.

"Hey! Sir, look there! What is that?" The hunter shouted sharply, waving his arm to guide Harvey's line of sight.

Harvey slowly mobilized the reconnaissance eye and slowly turned to the southwest direction at the foot of the north slope.

In the dense primitive jungle, a lead-gray open space suddenly appeared, and a strange black tower stood in the middle.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Unfortunately, the Reconnaissance Eye does not have the amplified observation function of a telescope, and is essentially a link to the caster's vision.

Harvey could not observe clearer details, and could only barely see the outline of the black tower.

"It seems like a mage tower? How could it be built there?" Harvey murmured in confusion. "Pearce, if we were to get to that location, it would probably take how long it would take."

The old hunter skillfully raised his thumbs up and gestured in front of his eyes, as if there was some special way to calculate distances.

"If you cross the forest directly, it will take about a day and a night to go. There is no ready-made road down the mountain, so you may need to take a detour."

Reiner said in surprise: "Sir, what are we going there?"

Harvey patiently explained: "It may be the remains left by ancient spellcasters, which have great value for exploration."

He paused, and thought of the evil orc who might return. "Don't worry, wait until the whereabouts of the evil orc are clear, the ruins will not run away even if they are there."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint slight vibration came from the ground, but the noise was not loud, and he was shocked to make a group of birds living in the bushes flutter.

"The mountain god is turning over!" Pierce screamed.

Nowadays, no one understands the principles of earthquakes and related common sense. Earthquakes and tsunamis are regarded as the power of gods by ordinary people.

Harvey squatted down, put his palms on the ground and sensed them with his mental power for a while.

It's just a slight earthquake, and it may not even reach magnitude three.

Reiner also squatted down and urged anxiously: "Sir, ride on my shoulders quickly, let's retreat quickly!"

At this time, Pierce, who was still hanging on the tree branch, let out a louder scream.

"Oh my God, that black tower! It, it really ran away with its feet!"

Harvey was stunned, and didn't bother to detect the aftershock intensity again, and stood up and cast the reconnaissance eye again.

It is still the southwest direction of the foot of the north slope, and the bare open space with lead gray.

But the black tower disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The original position of the Black Tower left only a dark cave where the depth could not be judged.