[Necromancer] Dark Throne

Roland's diary

In 7619 of the Guangming calendar, the weather was cloudy on September 9

Today is my third month in the abyss of the undead.I found a hidden underground cave and finally had time to write in my diary.

Except for the dim moonlight, I can't see any light anymore, and even the moonlight is so cold that it is refreshing to the heart, but the strange thing is that I still can't find the exact position of the moon, which has been covered by thick dark clouds. Cover tightly.

The air here is gloomy, and there is a strong and foul smell everywhere, like the smell of rotten corpses. I even wonder if there is such a pile of dead corpses nearby.

My appearance did not bring much fluctuation. There are also humans living here. I even saw a human family in a small town on the border where force was prohibited. They were very satisfied with this place without taxes and officials, and they did not plan to leave. He told me that although military service is required after death, this is actually a very cheap thing compared to performing military service while alive.

Oh my worldview needs to calm down...

But I have to admit that the Suspicious Monarch is a qualified Monarch.

At noon, in order to hide my whereabouts, I chose to walk through a black forest, where a kind of bone spur monster breeds. A low-level bone spur monster will often capture the bone spurs and even its own companions in the plain, and then pass through the forest. Carefully assembled and integrated, it can take on a new look and become a more advanced bone spur monster.

But these newly born bone monsters will soon be preyed on by stronger bone monsters, and finally their bodies are assembled onto other people to strengthen their strength... I killed many, but the last one was a very young bone monster The blame is trembling under my sword.

Knights protect the weak, knights destroy evil...

Father, which takes precedence when two situations conflict, you didn't teach me this...

I took the first one, which I believe to be true, and so do you, don't you?

They are also desperately trying to survive, even in that form, they still desperately want to live.

I finally understand what you said. Life in the world can find countless reasons to make life wonderful, but this has nothing to do with life itself. You are alive, you are alive, and looking for reasons is ridiculous.

Then what is the purpose of our purification of the undead?

I know it's risky for me to venture into the abyss of the undead alone, but it's what I have to do.

Also, today, I saw a psychic tower.

That is the source of mana for necromancers, and it is also the first line of defense in the royal city, which means that there is a necromancer on guard there, seeing that I am close to the royal city that stops the monarch.

The Wangcheng is heavily guarded. I have to go to the Spirit Tower to find some clues. Recently, the troops of the Banshee Queen often come here to harass. The loss of a Spirit Tower should not arouse the vigilance of the high-level undead. Success or failure depends on it. Father, you must bless me.

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I just came back from the ziming tower and continued to write today's diary.

This time it went smoothly beyond my expectations, but what happened also exceeded my expectations... I picked up a lich, I must be crazy.

While masquerading as a human, he left his chains exposed.

Only liches have chains of bones.That was a symbol of Sikumah the Sleeper's control over them.It has the same effect as the chains used by warlocks to summon demons.

But he is small and weak, and he will be scared to cry by a group of plague rats besieging him...

Knights protect the weak, knights destroy evil...

I chose the first one again.

I pressed him about the defense of Wangcheng, he didn't know much, but it was enough.

Now he is lying on my lap and fell asleep, the chain is still exposed, God, you are so stupid, how could I have the nerve to kill you... But he wants to go with me to the human world, he died not long ago, right? , Only those who have just died will miss the world of the living.

Lou Weien, what a strange name.

But can you stop hugging my thigh so tightly?

Well, even if you want to hug, don't chew on it... I've eaten my rations for two days just now...

I won't write today, I'll wipe his drool first.