Otherworldly Apprentice Lich and Foot Knight

Zhou Lingke returned to the magician's barracks, which actually looked more like the gun towers Zhou Lingke had seen, only bigger and stronger.And compared with the rough exterior structure, it has a comfortable and even elegant interior decoration.

"Master Cruda, I want to know how to fight." These were Zhou Lingke's first words after handing over the warrant.

Master Cruda paused when he took back the warrant: "I found out that you are not very active in fighting." When Zhou Lingke spoke, Master Cruda raised his hand to signal him not to rush to explain. , "I'm not saying it's bad, I even think it's pretty good, although as a necromancer your attitude towards death makes me feel a little weird. But to be honest, no one wants to have a person who always yearns for death around him Master of Undead Magic. There is no malice, but from your identity, at least I think, weird is even better. But now you have changed your original intention."

"It can't be said that I have changed my original intention, Master Cruda." Zhou Lingke saluted, "I still don't have any yearning for death, whether it is my own or someone else's. But when both ends of the balance are death, The death of a stranger, the death of a strange enemy, is always better than the death of the people around you." I had to read a book a long time ago, and I have forgotten the author and title, but there was a sentence that made Zhou Lingke feel weird. I always remember it very clearly - the beginning of a soldier's battle is for orders, but the continuation of the battle is for his comrades.

Zhou Lingke knows that his situation is somewhat similar, the difference is that whether he starts or continues, it is for his lover and partner.

Master Cruda looked at Zhou Lingke. The elemental power of magic has no emotion, but it has its own attributes. The more talented people are, the more obvious they are affected by these attributes. Of course, the essence of people will not change. , but this effect is like the wind blowing on the sails of a ship, if the rudder is not steady, there will always be a day when it blows off.Therefore, he was full of guard against Zhou Lingke from the very beginning. Even though his understanding of this young man gradually deepened as the contact time got longer, this guard only changed from the undisguised surface to hidden deep in his heart.

He very much hoped that Zhou Lingke would stay in the Mage Tower, because it would not only allow him to concentrate on building the magic tower and academic research with other left-behind mages, but also keep him away from the killing and bloodshed on the battlefield, and the undead magic that is necessary for death of various negative effects.Cruda is now extremely regretful that he did not transfer his demi-human master from the combat force with his old friend earlier——Zhou Lingke is enthusiastic about killing in the name of protection, which in Cruda's view does not reduce this situation. On the contrary, he thought it was just Zhou Lingke giving himself an excuse to justify killing.If he has been using such excuses as a shield, will all future killings be justified to him?

"I'll let McCree show you around and explain it to you," Cruda said at last.McCree is a student of Plavix, but he is Cruda's deputy at work, because he was trained by the two archmages as a successor.

"Okay, thank you very much, Master Cruda."

Zhou Lingke had already left with McCree for half an hour, but Master Cruda was still staring at the ceiling in a daze instead of starting to work.Now that Zhou Lingke is fighting for his country, he should be happy and happy about it. It is true that he is a little happy and happy, but it is more of a heavy fear.He knew that his behavior was not like what his old friend said, but he liked to think wildly when he was older.It is even deeper, hidden in the depths of his memory.

Master Cruda closed his eyes, a cremation burst out from the candle, the smell of burning fat suddenly became stronger, and some memory broke through the defense of the brain and appeared in front of his eyes.

In the dense fog in the early morning, the cold water droplets inhaled into the chest cavity seemed to freeze in the chest, and the cold spread from the lungs to the limbs and bones.His hands and feet were convulsed by the cold, but he had to run, keep running, keep running, otherwise the "something" behind him would catch up.

Suddenly!He bumped into something, which was cold and hard like a frozen wall of ice. He fell to the ground because of the impact, and then he clearly saw the monster coming out of the dense fog——wearing armor with two feet Standing and holding a long sword, mighty and majestic like the hero in the mural, but he is just it, a dead and awakened beast filled with stench and cold!

"Ah!" Master Kruta bounced up from the chair suddenly, he pressed his sweaty forehead with his trembling hands, his breath was short of breath like a dying patient...

Almost at the same time, there was another person, like Master Cruda, sweaty and short of breath, terrified.It's just that compared to Master Cruda, this person is now more helpless and powerless.

"Mom!!!" Frank yelled at the burning house, if it wasn't too strong to hold his arm tightly from behind, he would have rushed into the burning house now.When the small house finally collapsed in the flames, Frank finally collapsed on the ground uncontrollably.

He thought he hated her, but he didn't realize it until now.How much I love her, even though that woman is too imperfect and even bad, but she is his mother, unique and irreplaceable!

Orphans who have lost their parents will also be taken care of by the state.Frank was also arranged in this way by the mayor in a trance. He could hear the people around him whispering, about the fact that the two cancers in this town had finally left.But he didn't care, he had nothing left to do... No, maybe there was someone else who cared, and he should at least say goodbye to that person.

Frank sat up abruptly. Only then did he realize that he was sleeping on the seat of a carriage. Is this the carriage that took him to Eagle Camp?The treatment of those orphans is really good.Frank touched the soft leather on the large seat.The car door opened suddenly, and a strange woman stood outside the car door. She had dark brown hair and the same dark eyes. She was not young, but she was definitely not old. She was the most mature woman. Full of femininity, and very similar to Frank's mother, Lilith.

"Frank?" the woman called tentatively. Her voice was also very sweet and gentle. After Frank didn't refuse, she continued, "You can call me Louise, and I will take care of you along the way."

"All the way? What all the way? Where are we going? Who are you?" Frank looked out through the open car door behind Louise, and he saw more troops with bright armor.Mangtan's children received military education since childhood, which allowed them to clearly recognize a soldier's military rank, title, official position, and unit from the uniform of the other soldier.Those were the troops from the capital, the most elite guards, feeling terrified, not understanding why they were "escorted" in this way.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Frank." Louise sat next to Frank, and persuaded in the most gentle tone, "We will not hurt you, we just accepted the order of a noble person to take you to see He—he wants to see you very, very much, too."

"Crack!" Frank patted Louise's hand away, "Don't touch me, you make me sick."

"I...I'm sorry, Frank." Louise withdrew his hand, and he covered his mouth with the other hand, as if trying to hide his crying, and then she hurried away with her skirt .But as soon as the car door was closed, Louise lost her softness, and even the charm of the previous woman disappeared. She became cold and numb, as if she was a puppet.

A middle-aged officer came over: "How is it?" He asked Louise.

"He didn't accept my company."

"Okay." The officer nodded, he gestured in another direction, and a man with black hair and black eyes nodded and walked over.

"What's your name?" Frank asked first when the man opened the car door.

"Norman." The man, that is, Norman smiled, and introduced him to sit opposite the young man. At the same time, he also put down a big basket, "Do you want something to eat, Frank?" He took it from the basket He took out a plate of stewed rabbit meat and handed it over.

Frank pressed his stomach. He didn't feel hungry before, but now the smell of rabbit meat made his stomach wriggle immediately. He took the plate and stuffed it with two mouthfuls. When there was still food in his mouth, he asked: "My lord? The man who gave birth to me with my mother?"

"That's not something I can tell you, Frank."

"Then..." Frank swallowed the rabbit meat in his mouth, and looked at the other party with almost pure and focused eyes, "How did my mother die?"

Zhou Lingke stood on a magic circle, feeling the magic power flowing through his body.

McCree had just left, leaving him here to adapt.

——The magicians of this world, in the siege battle, as the defending side, will not walk on the city wall unless it is the last moment.The task of most of them is to stand in such a magic circle, under unified orders, or cast spells, or just provide magic support for the siege equipment.Although magic spar can also provide magic power for magic equipment, if the magic power needed for large-scale magic equipment to operate at full load or even overload is also supplied by spar, it will not only bring a lot of scrap spar, but also lack The magician's artificial reconciliation, the magic power is out of control, and the possibility of explosion has increased sharply.And the best magicians will become the controllers and hubs of magic devices, following orders to either defend the fortress or attack the enemy.

Zhou Lingke can choose whether to be a provider of magic power and magic, or a controller.