Necromancer and Super Cemetery

   Chapter 170 Owen and Hader (1)

   "What's going on? There is a faint smell of blood in the air. This camp should have been attacked. There are signs of battle on the wooden fence outside and inside the camp."

   Apparently, there was a battle here not too long ago. The result of the battle was obviously that the camp was destroyed, but what Owen couldn't figure out was that there were still traces of the battle, and even bloodstains, but where did those corpses go?

   "Is it a Necromancer!" Owen immediately thought of the extraordinary profession that left him with many terrifying memories, and felt very bad.

   At this moment, there was a sudden boom, and thunder came from the sky.

   Owen and Hader looked up subconsciously, and saw an angel with black wings swept past 100 meters high, flying over the camp at extreme speed. Because of the speed, it almost broke the sound barrier and made a rumbling thunder.

   "Yes... woo woo~~~!" Hader was shocked and couldn't help shouting, but Owen immediately covered his mouth and could only let out a groan.

   "Idiot! What's your name, don't you want to live?" Owen shouted angrily in a low voice, wishing to strangle this uncontrollable guy to death immediately.

  Owen didn't understand why someone like Harder would become the patron of the **** of nature. This guy is simply more than enough to fail.

It was not until Rota, the angel of thunder and lightning in the sky, flew far away, that Ouwei let go of the hand covering Hader, but he still looked up from a distance, and was afraid in his heart: "Damn, what the **** is this place, why are there fallen angels? Not saying Ability God has long since fallen, here is just abandoned the kingdom of God, why are there still fallen angels?"

  Owen fell into contemplation, the bad premonition became worse, and a pimple formed on his brow.

The somewhat amused Hader also realized the seriousness of the situation. He looked at Owen eagerly, hesitating in his heart, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hesitated and seemed to make up his mind, tugged at Owen's clothes, and whispered: "Hey! Boss Owen, did you see what that was just now?"

  Owen glanced back and said indifferently, "I'm not blind either, I need your nonsense."

  Hard smirked: "Look at you, what's the hurry! I'm talking about something serious, it's related to our lives...you and me!" He pointed at Owen and then at himself.

Owen frowned. He stared directly at this stubborn mouth, which was rare and serious, and suddenly realized that he might be confused by the appearance of this person, and thinking about it, he knew that who could be selected by the Church of Nature to be sent here, which is not an elite with outstanding talent and potential , will let a joker mix in? You must know that if it weren't for this time, if there was an unexpected emergency, these people would not start in advance, but should be cultivated slowly. After ten or twenty years, they will become the real mainstay of the church. It can be said that this time it was launched in advance, and it was sent here. The danger is unknown, and the misfortune and fortune are unpredictable, which is equivalent to digging the foundation for the future of the Church of Nature.

  It is a pity that these people only have potential, but now they have no right to speak. They have no other choice but to obey orders.

  Thinking of this, Owen also put aside his contempt: "What do you mean?"

  Hard did not answer and asked: "Boss Owen, do you know what we were sent here for?"

  Owen frowned and said nothing. In fact, he was confused from the beginning, but now, seeing what Hader meant, he actually knew something.

Hader chuckled, and then suddenly changed the topic: "Boss Owen, you don't know me, but I have heard about you. Druid's genius, with the blood of the violent bear, if not deliberately suppressed, at least he can become a high-ranking man now. First-class druid apprentice."

  Owen's brows furrowed even deeper. There were no more than three people who knew that he had the secret of the bloodline of the violent bear, and it was definitely impossible for Hader to be among them. Obviously, Hader had some kind of prophecy or extraordinary ability of reconnaissance.

   Owen's eyes were deep, staring at Hader in front of him, his eyes gradually covered with a faint red light, which was a sign that the Druid was about to transform into a giant bear.

   Generally speaking, apprentice-level druids do not have the ability to transform at all, but Owen has the blood of a violent bear, which allows him to be unrestricted.

  In an instant, Hader felt a lot of pressure, and it felt like he was being preyed by a beast who chose someone to devour him.

  Owen didn't really do it, he snorted and closed with a flash of momentum: "Don't be rude, if you have anything to say, you and I will already be on the same boat when we get to this ghost place."

  Hard let out a slight sigh of relief. That's what he was waiting for. He smiled and said, "Boss Owen, then I can say it, don't believe it."

  Irving hates this kind of talk half-talking, and Rory's words are too long, and his eyes can't help but get colder.

Hader hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have to tell you in advance. What I said in a while was so amazing that I didn't even believe it at first. Now I don't hide it from you, I'm a prophet..."

  Owen's eyes narrowed. Prophet is an extremely rare extraordinary profession. The last prophet who has been documented is the legendary great prophet of Xiavar of the Blind Witches Society 150 years ago. Unexpectedly, after walking all the way with me, he looks a little wretched, and his mouth is sloppy. The guy who makes people want to kick and fly is hidden so deeply.

   However, Owen is not a three-year-old child. He believed any word, and said lightly: "How do you prove it?"

  Hard was not surprised, he took out a small transparent glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to Owen: "This is the result of my [random divination] a few years ago. I sealed it in the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle has time to engrave."

  Owen took the glass bottle. It was a transparent bottle the size of an ordinary person's thumb. The date was engraved on the mouth of the bottle. It was actually three years ago.

   This is the time stamp. After the bottle is closed, a date is determined. Once the bottle is opened halfway, the time stamp will disappear, and a new date will appear next time it is closed.

Owen couldn't help but looked up at Hader, then opened the bottle calmly, with a soft bang, the time stamp disappeared, poured out the slightly yellowed note inside, and carefully opened it to watch: "The old **** falls, the new king is born. , to break through the boundaries of time and space, and go to the land of death and gray fog."

   After reading this sentence, Owen looked shocked and looked at Hader in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This~~~ This is really your prophecy three years ago?!" Owen swallowed hard, although the previous [Old God] and [New King] were a little inexplicable, but the second half of the sentence was clearly the current situation. ! And time can't deceive people by imprinting nine layers and nines, unless it costs a lot of money, at least Owen has self-knowledge, and deceiving him is not worth the price.

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