Invincible Hero of Necromancer

"So, you are now Moriel's strategic advisor? And my other proud student, Jedette, who was supposed to take over as the dean of the academy after me, became the servant in charge of cleaning the dragon's nest?"

Looking at the battlefield with black clouds surging in the distance, the legendary mage Eric in a gray robe asked lightly.

"I believe that was not Jadette's original intention."

In front of him, wearing a dark blue robe, his face was pale, and he replied softly like a mage who does not see the sun all day long. He is not only a mage, the mourning ghosts surrounding him, as well as the temperament of decay and death, all explain his identity as a necromancer.

"He should have stayed in Bracada, in the magic school that belonged to him, where he had his teachers, his friends, his students, everything he ever had, and you too." Eric emphasized his tone. road.

"I'm sorry, but there's never going to be anything we need in the academy."

"What do you want? What do you want? Power, war, or those stupid artifacts? If you hadn't reproduced the ancient undead artifacts in my name, that Rhode wouldn't have done this at all, go on Millions of Bracadians died because of him, enslaved undead creatures, and many more were displaced because of him, is that what you want? Destroy the country you grew up in?"

"Actually, these are all thanks to you." He laughed and pointed at the gray-robed mage in front of him, "If you didn't arrive at the Soul Conjuration Tower and attack me with all your strength, Rhodes wouldn't have a chance to take it away. My artifact."

Eric spread his hands: "So it's all my fault? Brakada has fallen to the point where it's all thanks to me, the mage. Am I the sinner of Brakada?"

Eric's tone was unhurried, as if things were really what he said, while the Necromancer sighed slightly and put his eyes on the battlefield in the distance: "Who knew Rhodes could do this. What? At that time, he was just a nobody. Even if he took away the ghost king's cloak, I never liked him, but now he is driving Brakada into a corner... Since Gwen opened the golden age of mages, but No one has ever done it like this."

Eric shook his head: "After defeating you on the Soul Tower, I should have tracked that Rhode and destroyed the undead artifact on him, instead of tracking your whereabouts. Now that he has achieved a general trend, said It's too late. If I hadn't made the wrong choice, Bracada would be fine now and wouldn't have suffered this catastrophe at all..."

"If, should... These words are like reminding us how wrong we used to be, and how miserable we are now. In fact, we don't have to." The necromancer smiled, "I bet even if Go back in time, and you would still hunt me down back then."

Eric didn't answer, just sighed: "I'm leaving, the mages are holding a meeting, I've never been absent because your request was missed. I'm going to the clerk in the academy and ask him to tell me The content of the meeting. You and Jedette, are you really not leaving with me?"

"Thank you for the alien blood that you brought, those unique blood helped us a lot, but Jadette and I don't matter, we have a good time in Moril, she is an ambitious king. "

"Even if she asked Jadet to clean the dragon's nest? Clean up those dragon feces?" Eric asked rhetorically.

The necromancer smiled: "Jedt knows how to close his senses, sight, hearing, smell. Those are all ancient tricks, and I believe he will have no problem with the dragon's feces."

Eric stood up and took a deep look at the necromancer: "Can you really defeat Rhodes' undead army? With the alien blood I gave you? Do you know how many undead there are under his command?"

"Innumerable?" For that number, the Necromancer didn't seem to care, "We don't need to defeat Rhodes, all we need to do is to delay his pace until the time comes..."

"and then?"

The necromancer raised his fisted right hand to the front, opened his palm slightly, and blew toward it: "He will dissipate like dust, and there will be no trace of him in the world, his army, his town, his Lovers will no longer exist."

Eric frowned, he didn't know what the group of sorcerers were relying on. Dragon? Under Rhodes' Ball of Destruction, the giant dragon is no more than a stronger beast, and the dragon scales that resist magic have all become decorations. Underground army? Eric just hopes they don't add more numbers to Rhodes' undead army.

Eric knows the Necromancer in front of him, and he is not fully sure. He will never say such a thing. What is it that makes him believe in this result?

"Speaking of which, I heard Rhodes mention you on the Soul Tower. In order to gain my trust, he lied that he was your student. I deeply doubt it, but his words are flawless... If not When you finally appeared, I couldn't help thinking that he was really sent by you to find me... You must have never imagined that he was surprised when he saw you suddenly appearing." As if thinking of something, the necromancer laughed. .

"Really? Sandro, did Rhode really say that?" Eric recalled a little, as if there was indeed such a thing.

"Yes. In retrospect, he should have collected information in the Thieves Guild. I heard that he has a very good friendship with the leader of the thieves. But what I don't understand is why he was able to take out the fragments of the forbidden magic ball..."

"Before that~www.NovelMTL.com~ When the savage creature tried to overthrow the rule of Bracada, he was wandering on the battlefield, maybe he was the shard of the forbidden magic ball obtained at that time." Eric analyzed.

Sandro shook his head: "The time interval between this will not exceed a week. In other words, when he got the Forbidden Ball Fragment, he came straight towards me... His purpose is very clear, he knows You have to know what you want. Even the Thieves Guild cannot know such accurate information. I have always wanted to ask, teacher, did you reveal my information to him?”

"Maybe I'm no longer your teacher, but I can swear, I never disclosed your information to Rhodes, I just met him a few times in the potion competition, that's all," Eric assured.

"Really..." Sandro sighed, and his expression quickly recovered. "Teacher, do you know? Before Morril showed that power, I never believed that anyone could go back to the past."

Eric was puzzled, so he heard him say again: "Rod... it seems that he has never done anything wrong, he collected artifact parts, one by one, combined them again, and now he has become a column in the apocalypse again. Wang...Do you think it is possible that Rhodes is a powerful prophet, or is he simply from the future?"

"What are you talking about?" Eric frowned. "Your statement is ridiculous. No magic can change time, not even the Mage God."

Sandro stared at him for a long time, until the whine of the alien creatures came from afar, and when Rhode's undead army gradually approached, he laughed: "I'm just joking, teacher. I hope that when Rhode dies, I will go down. The first time we saw you, we didn't meet as enemies."

Eric nodded, then opened a time-space gate and left.

(End of this chapter)