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Chapter 189 Necromancer, Ansaddin

北 To the north of the Everest Territory, deep in the Lars Mountains.

The gloomy air in the lead gray sky was overwhelming. At extremely high altitudes, the air is thin and the environment is extreme. There are no humans in the entire mountain range, and no trace of human habitation can be seen at all.

Amidst the vast snowy mountains, a figure was walking indifferently.

He is the undead Ansadine.

The biting cold wind had no effect on him, and Ansadin took a mechanically accurate step, as if walking on a flat road. His face was pale, his skin saggy and sagging, like an ugly mask, with a tinge in indifference.

A rough cloth robe hangs on his body, making Ansadin look thin. It's just that his gray eyes always reveal a kind of arrogance that ignores everything, as if the whole world is under his eyes.

As the first apprentice of the royal pharmacist of the Tasman Kingdom, Ansadin was "just" 86 years old this year, and it was almost "adolescence" to the long-dead souls.

Most undead have just awakened their "self-awareness" at this age, but Ansadin has already stood high with strong potion making talents, becoming the youngest "royal pharmacist" in the history of the kingdom.

Not only that, he also received the appreciation of His Majesty Augustin for his "Soul Extraction Potion" and had a valuable opportunity to go out to perform tasks. For the old folks of the Tasman Kingdom politics, the most beloved in the past 50 years In the name of "genius of pharmacist", Ansad is well deserved.

The implementation of the [Corrosion] plan in the Karen Kingdom for seventeen years, Ansadin's achievements are remarkable. Not only has he successfully inserted a large number of eyeliners into the Karen Kingdom, he has even controlled a number of nobles ... Over the past few years, his status has continued to improve, even to the point where he can sit on an equal footing with the Wither.

The situation was so smooth that Ansadin became even more proud, and even ... a little arrogant.

Only recently, the [Corrosion] plan suddenly appeared unexpectedly-"Soul Extraction Elimination" failed, undercover alpha was detected, Angmar was healed ...

This situation is completely equivalent to face-to-face Ansadin waiting for his exploits, so his only response to this is a thorough "assassination order"!

As soon as the order came out, Ansadin, who specifically made the "Blighter" battle, did not think about the possibility of "assassination failure." The only thing he was upset was how to explain his "mistakes" with His Majesty Augustin.

But he didn't expect that the original foolproof plan would have sprung up again ...

A hoarse tweet came from the sky. When he looked up, a huge black crow dived down, and then landed firmly on the rock in front of Ansadin. He took the letter at his disposal, thinking he would see a formulaic report of the completion of the task, but he did not know the information written on it, so Ansadin clenched his fist instantly!

"This is impossible!"

The assassination team suffered an ambush.

Hollier City killed the game, the "Wither" escaped with serious injuries, and the remaining members were annihilated!

The Duke of Angemar was unscathed, but the originator was an unknown scout captain!

Ansadin's arm trembled slightly. He was holding the letter in his head, and his mind was completely chaotic-unexpected, shocked, angry, questioning ... All kinds of emotions settled in his chest, and a layer of emotion appeared around Ansadin's body. Absent gray mist.

This is not ice and snow, but the spirit of necromancer he mastered after level 10 "Necromancer".

Because the place where the ambush took place was completely closed, and there were not many witnesses, this letter was unclear about the fighting process. It only said that "magda was seriously damaged, and Hollier had a plan." The culprit was identified as performing magic Governor Bishop Rubens.

And for the scout captain, who only "suggested a plan", the letter is only a pass ...

"Will the wither fail ..."

After all kinds of emotions, Ansadin calmed down quickly--but the first thing he thought about was not to find the whereabouts of Magda, but to find a gangster "for the dead"!

Effect of the potion has been irretrievable, but the dispirited "Wither" messed up the assassination, so don't blame me for being down ...

Magda must report, Ansadin is not a bad stubble.

安 The character of the "Wither" Ansadin is very clear: the other party is eager for revenge and will definitely come to ask for himself. If you promise to repair the other person ’s body, that ’s a big deal.

How to make him grateful while carrying a black pot, this is a technical job ...

Ansadin narrowed his eyes, and his gray pupils flashed with a strange light—politicians always resorted to all means to obtain benefits, which he had never done thoroughly.

As a "necromancer" with a basic level of 15 and an advanced level of 10, Ansadin never disdains to take part in the battle himself. This is because he specializes in the "siege" of "Necromancer".

For the battle, Ansadin is always higher than the average person, because he always considers himself the controller of the chessboard: no matter who his opponent is, all he needs to do is to drop the chess pieces to form a killing game. No turning over!

Charge yourself? That's what no-brainers do.

"Captain scout ... ridiculous."

He looked at the place name marked on the stationery, and looked away, as if to penetrate hundreds of kilometers and look directly at the culprit named "Rodi".

Raised his hand, Ansadin took a bottle of dark green potion from the bag and poured it into the mouth. After a cold death breath flowed to the body, he took out the white elderberry wand, reached out and sprayed a gray-white bone meal against the wind ...

The mantra of the deceased's low complaint echoed in the thin air, and two introverted stone sculptures were found out. The sculpture is only the size of a palm. It is shaped like a demon and has bat wings. It has the flying gargoyle.

During the swing of the Wand Wand, a complete summoning pattern was skillfully drawn by Ansadin in mid-air, and the "Hou summoning circle" flashing with a faint fluorescence was completed immediately!

As the wand waved, the original thin necromantic spirit suddenly became rich several times, and the light of the magic circle shone. After the final spell, two sculptures were suddenly thrown at the magic circle by Ansadin, and he whispered in a low voice. Out the full name of the spell:

"Summon: Gargoyle!"

As a "necromancer" specializing in "sacrifice", although Ansadin's level is not high, advanced to level 10, he was just enough to summon a 10th level gargoyle, but Ansadin was "calling a solid potion Under the reinforcement, two of them were summoned directly!

The sculpture was transformed into a huge shadow at the moment when it passed through the virtual array, and the bat wings more than four meters unfolded. The gargoyle's muscles were sharp, and the sharp claws were as long as daggers. When they fell on the rocks with their wings fanned, they were casual. He smashed solid stones ...

The level of the gargoyle is fixed. The level of the gargoyle summoned by level 1 summoning is only level 10. Although it is not high, it is very powerful because it can fly and has no time limit for summoning. In the era when most people are using cold weapons, they have The advantage of "air domination" is almost invincible!

"Magda ... sorry to say this time."

Ansadin jumped up and jumped directly on the back of the gargoyle, tightly packed with a new poison, and disappeared instantly among the mountains ...

"This works?"

"No, I said no, but I always try before I know."

"But ... the books--"

"I won't disclose half the news, you can rest assured about this."

内 Inside the tree cave in Elsa Village, the conversation between Roddy and Brudy is still ongoing.

The class composition of Tochigi is too simple. It is completely the village head's decision. There is no elder or parliamentary system at all. So Roddy only needs to talk to Brudi about Elsa's business plan.

"The winter is about to enter. The only animals that can be taken out in the village are the prey brought by the beast tide. There is not much reserve of fruit wine, and we can only wait to increase production next year ... but I think you exchange them for currency. Meaning. "

"You won't change currency at all, you don't have to worry about that."

Having said that, Brudi knew that there was nothing else to explain. He sighed, and then asked: "Nata told me her request, and I would not agree with another person, but she ... My only requirement is that you take care of her. "

Rorty, who had originally had a business plan in mind, immediately felt a headache when he heard here-with a wooden elf ... especially the beautiful wooden elf in the human world, it is not a matter of effort.

But who makes himself understaffed ...

"I'll do my best."

After almost explaining, Roddy got up and left.

When walking out of the tree hole ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Henry, who was lighting a barbecue by the village, hurriedly got up to say hello—After receiving treatments of two different systems, Brudi and Akasha, the fat man who had previously lost his life was now Live alive and well, and show great enthusiasm for Roddy.

He was kicked by Buffon next to him, and then he got up to salute to Rody – compared to Henry, Buffon looked a little dumb, he was silent when he was ignored, and occasionally chatted with the fat man. Since this day, he What he showed to Roddy ... was simply obedience, like a robot.

The chubby and skinny were at the campfire, and as their former "teammates", Akasha gradually recovered his ability to move after a two-day break, at this time sitting on a stone and froze.

Xu said she was in a daze, in fact, her mental state has not been good. Especially when Rhodi disappeared from her field of vision, Akasha showed an unspeakable anxiety: her lips were whitish, her fingers were fists, her body was shaking tightly ...

Such "symptoms" will only be completely relieved when seeing Roddy-just now, after seeing Roddie jumping from the tree hole, her tight little face slowly relaxed and her eyes But it was as if sticking to Roddy, no matter where he went, he stared at him without blinking ...

In this regard, Roddy felt helpless.

(To be continued)

PS: I was busy in the past two days. I drove back and forth in Beijing for 340 kilometers. I ran N round trips to and from the Capital Airport. I came back today and wanted to change it earlier. As a result, I deleted the 3000 words and re-written. Update before the point, I hope you understand. Nothing will start tomorrow, I will write as much as possible, thank you for your support!