A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 375 We evil spirits are not afraid of toxins!

 …

Kesha’s words are really full of information.

Matthew instinctively fell into thinking.

 However, just when he was thinking about whether there was a conspiracy in this matter, Kesha suddenly said:

 “No need to look anymore, let’s go!”

Her tone was quite firm, and her voice suddenly became cold.

 His face-changing speed is astonishing.

 As she spoke, Kesha stood up from her kneeling position, then pushed with her hands, and a huge force pushed Matthew further.

at the same time.

 Four bamboo tubes emitting green light flew in front of Matthew.

“These are the four little cuties I promised to give you. They are inside. You must cherish them and learn how to cultivate them in order to get more help.”

Kesha’s voice floated over from afar:

“Remember, the deadly plague does not separate families. Since you have chosen the path of the Necromancer, you cannot let go of the areas that are close to you.”

 “Go.”

As he said that, Matthew saw her figure and turned around to leave.

The other party's attitude changed so quickly that Matthew couldn't react.

 The moment.

Looking at Kesha’s retreating back, he asked anxiously and wisely:

“So what you just said was just a joke?”

Kesha paused as expected.

 She did not look back, but her voice still floated over slowly:

 “No, of course not.”

Matthew quickly asked:

 “Then why do you suddenly not want to know the answer?”

 “Or, in the first place, what did you want to see on my butt?”

Kesha’s voice had a hint of smile:

 “I won’t tell you.”

“As long as I don’t say it or look at it, I will always have that hope in my heart.”

"And once I say it and see it, that hope may come true. If that is the case, all that will be left for me for the rest of my life is endless pain."

 “I don’t want to face those years, so I made this choice.”

Matthew frowned:

 “I don’t understand, let alone I can’t understand.”

Kesha sighed softly:

 “I’m sorry, kid, but I didn’t mean to tease you.”

　　“It’s just that when the time came, I chose to be cowardly.”

“It has been many, many years since I came to this world. I have lost my divine power, many organs in my body, and almost everything in my life.”

"In most of the years, this castle is the only one left to accompany me. It is my cage and my place of settlement. I can no longer live without it."

"Living is just a dream to me. The reality of this dream comes from pain and hope. As long as they are still there, I can feel that I am truly alive. This is the most important thing for me at the moment. of."

“I dare not uncover the mystery of hope now, because the chance of realizing the result in my dream is too elusive.”

“I can still survive now because I tell myself that sooner or later my child will come back to see me. This is the place where he was born and bears his mark, and sooner or later he will come back.”

“This is a stubborn and fragile obsession. In fact, I know very well in my heart, do I really care about that child? Not necessarily, but I must care. Only in this way, I will not completely collapse.”

“As for whether that child is you or someone else, it actually doesn’t matter anymore.”

 “Get out of here, kid, I have nothing else to say to you.”

"By the way, there's one thing you have to remember - people have to be selfish sometimes and don't believe in what they impose on you."

 Finish the last sentence.

Kesha’s figure completely disappeared from Matthew’s sight.

 The scenery of the castle and woods is still there.

 But that graceful figure has disappeared.

Matthew was left alone and feeling lost.

 Have to admit it.

Kesha is indeed a master at playing with people's hearts, making them neither better nor worse.

The less she said anything, the more Matthew could figure it out on his own—

 There are indeed many subtle connections between myself and the God of Death.

 The identity of the alien visitor can also perfectly match the story of Kesha’s alien soul.

 And the death orchid in Carmela’s laboratory…

 “Wrong.”

Matthew suddenly calmed down and realized that Kesha’s narrative actually had some flaws:

“According to her, Maibalon, the second son of the God of Death in Irondor’s history, should have nothing to do with her. She wouldn’t care at all whether a foreign soul went crazy.”

"But when I just handed her the copy of the slate, the emotion she showed cannot be faked. This shows that she has feelings for Macalon."

“But Macbalon is clearly not her child, or he is just the body of her child, and his soul is from another world..."

 Matthew found the flaw instantly.

 But he soon frowned again, because this flaw was not perfect, and there were many reasons that could be explained clearly.

  For example, it is not impossible that Kesha, who was tortured by the **** of death, had some wonderful feelings for the alien soul that occupied her child's body...

"etc!"

 “This is outrageous.”

Matthew rubbed his temples vigorously to prevent his way of thinking from becoming deified.

 He subconsciously touched his **** and couldn't help but complained in his heart:

　　"Kesha wouldn't say that to every visitor from the universe, would she?"

“In this way, other people may be concerned about the existence of this suspected mother...”

 The more Matthew thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

 For example, he is a little concerned about Kesha now, and if there is a chance in the future, he would not mind coming to see her.

This may also be a comfort to a soul that has been lonely all year round.

 Think of this level.

 Matthew suddenly felt relieved.

 He also understood Kesha’s actions.

 His mind couldn't help but recall what Roland once mentioned when chatting with him about story creation:

 “When is a suspense most engaging?”

 “When is a story at its best?”

"Of course, when everything is unresolved, the protagonist and the audience are on the road to find the answer to the mystery. The excitement, longing and expectation as they gradually approach the truth - there is no need for the author to bother to outline the emotions and plots. The audience is very interested in the suspense itself. Their imagination is enough to make them **** on their own.”

 “This is when the story is at its best.”

"And when the truth is revealed, no matter how exciting it is, it will feel somewhat boring - in the end, everyone knows that the story building has collapsed and this journey has come to an end. , it’s already the end of the song…”

Matthew now feels that the above paragraph is quite reasonable.

Of course, Matthew really disagreed with what Lorraine said next.

 He then went on to say:

 “That’s why I never write the ending when I write a story.”

“Leave only the most beautiful things for people to imagine, this is the highest state of art!”

 It can only be said that the environment for literary and artistic creation in Aindo is relatively tolerant.

 If it were Matthew’s previous life.

Loran's family can probably open a blacksmith shop.

  No matter what.

 This conversation with Kesha will be remembered by Matthew for a long time.

 He is deeply aware of the terror of these immortals.

Time has given their lives almost unlimited depth. They sit in the upper circle of the ecological niche, have experienced countless ups and downs, and overlook any newcomers.

  No wonder the social structure of Jade Cangting is so abnormal.

 An environment full of immortals is itself deformed.

 When facing these old things.

 Young people have almost no advantage.

 Except for blood and courage.

 With emotion.

Matthew said goodbye to Solinka again and returned to Tyrannosaurus Town smoothly.

 In addition to gaining stories, suspense and truth from the trip to the drug world, Solinka and Kesha also really provided help to Matthew's actions.

The four poisons and four plagues they gave to Matthew were not ordinary creatures.

 But eight realm souls!

The soul of the realm is similar to the soul of nature, except that it is limited by the power of the two realms of poison and plague. The status of these eight kinds of realm souls is much lower than the normal soul of nature.

 They don’t even have enough independent self-awareness.

 It can only be regarded as a realm thing with abundant spirituality.

 But no matter what, after obtaining the four poisons and four plagues, Matthew directly began to build the ball of death plague.

Although this thing is a semi-artifact, it is actually a special field.

It is not difficult to lay out this kind of field. The difficulty lies in obtaining raw materials.

Matthew has the souls of the eight realms in his hand. He is in the Death Canopy and has plenty of negative energy, so he can start taking action directly.

 He found a basement and drew a basic magic circle to gather negative energy.

 Then he placed the souls of the eight realms in the eight corners of the magic circle.

 Subsequently.

 Countless derivatives emerged from the bamboo tubes and light balls—

 Poisonous frogs, vipers, wasps, scorpions;

 Flies, mice, mosquitoes, cockroaches;

Matthew used the materials he carried with him to construct a mini field of toxins and plagues.

As Kesha said.

Death and plague poisons are inseparable. He is proficient in negative energy fields and it is not difficult to construct poisons and plagues.

 What's more, he also has a plague field.

Matthew then began to guide the negative energy here, forming a constantly rotating sphere. The sphere contained a large number of poisons and diseases, and was also mixed with pure negative energy.

 Two hours later.

 The cue ball of the Plague Ball has been constructed.

Looking at the black sphere in the basement that is constantly rotating like a planet.

Matthew’s face showed a satisfied smile:

 “Next, you can make the sub-balls.”

 The so-called child ball is actually a negative energy sphere that is separated from the cue ball and can be used in actual combat.

 With the blessing of the four poisons and four epidemics.

 The cue ball of the Plague Ball itself has three domain attributes: death, plague, and poison.

 And what Matthew has to do now.

 It means that small spheres with the three attributes of death, plague, and poison are slowly peeled off from the cue ball.

These small **** are an excellent help in spreading undead disasters!

 The moment.

 He sat near the ball of death, took out a silver knife, and began to cut bit by bit from the top.

 After cutting off a ball of negative energy.

 He quickly used his mental power to knead it into a temporary sphere, and then simply compressed it into a sphere as much as possible.

 The whole process is quite simple.

The only thing that needs to be noted is that each ball must contain at least one derivative of the four poisons or four plagues, otherwise the transmission effect will be greatly reduced.

And these little things are quite unruly.

 While Matthew was rolling the balls, they would occasionally stick out their heads and bite him.

Although it’s not a big problem.

 But it hurts!

 “It seems that this job has no technical content.”

  At the beginning.

Matthew could only roll one ball in a minute. Later, he gradually adapted to the rhythm of cutting and kneading, and he could shape one in half a minute.

after that.

 He can finish one in almost fifteen seconds.

 But in order to improve the production efficiency of the plague ball, Matthew still pulled all the idle contracted undead over and rubbed the ball with him.

These elite undead are full of soul fire and spiritual power under the canopy of death, and can be used as production assistants.

 Matthew just taught them.

 They learned it one after another.

  Even better.

They are all undead and are not afraid of being bitten or scratched by the four plagues and poisons, so their processing efficiency is actually higher than Matthew.

 Later.

 Except for Orolin, who is sleeping well, and Vasnov, who is looking for the spiritual origin of Lance.

Matthew’s younger brothers participated in a team-building activity where all members played ball.

 With collective efforts.

  Matthew quickly successfully harvested 1024 sub-balls of the Plague Ball!

 …

“Ball of Death (Sub-ball): Contains a random negative energy creature from poisonous frogs, vipers, wasps, scorpions, flies, rats, mosquitoes, and cockroaches.

 You can drop the Death Ball into a specific area to pollute the surrounding area and spread toxins, plagues and negative energy!

 Each plague ball can affect the area: 300~500 meters in diameter. "

 …

 “Done.”

Matthew walked out of the basement with his brothers, his face flushed as he rubbed his sore shoulders.

 With these plague balls.

Whether it is Crescent Mountain or the City of Night Angel, it is impossible to resist his undead army!

 Sure enough.

 No matter what you do, you have to consult experts.

 Just at this time, Matthew received a letter from Crescent Mountain!

This letter was written in the name of Orsay, the evil spirit lord of Crescent Mountain, and the handwriting is very beautiful.

 “Negotiation?”

“The local evil spirits are quite polite...”

Matthew sneered after reading it.

In any case, the poison he had administered earlier had killed many people in Crescent Mountain, and the relationship had been forged, but the other party did not mention a word about it in the letter, as if it had never happened at all.

If Matthew is a legendary mage.

It makes sense for the other party to do this. After all, the pressure and intimidation brought by the legendary necromancer are worthy of Crescent Mountain's patience.

 But Matthew is not yet.

The other person seemed a little uneasy and kind-hearted when he spoke so lowly.

“The intrigues in the astral realm seem a bit too straightforward…”

 “Or are all evil spirits like this?”

 Matthew was secretly puzzled.

But after thinking for a moment, he agreed to the negotiation request in the letter.

Matthew and the lord of Crescent Mountain made an appointment to negotiate at Mogu Lake, the lake where Matthew had poisoned him before.

 The time is set one hour after the next sunset.

 The number of persons present on both sides of the negotiation shall not exceed five.

 Matthew’s idea is simple.

He originally had to choose between Crescent Mountain and the City of Night Angel to strike first, but now someone took the initiative to send it to his door, which was equivalent to saving him the trouble of choosing. Although there are many astral humans in Crescent Mountain.

 But Matthew had no sympathy for them.

Since they chose to be dogs for evil spirits and massacred the indigenous people in the sampan plane together, it is reasonable to bear the resentment of the indigenous people now.

 …

 The next day.

On the shores of Mogu Lake.

Evil Lord Hodges stands side by side with his beloved concubine Gulishati.

 The two of them were wearing very ordinary casual clothes, but under the casual clothes they were already fully equipped with all kinds of equipment and weapons.

 As Matthew wondered.

 The conspiracies in the astral world are sometimes so straightforward.

　　It's not that Gulishati can't think of more complicated plots, but sometimes it's easier to succeed if you are more straightforward!

 At least from past experience.

Gulishati’s advice almost never fails.

 But Hodges still looked a little hesitant:

“Isn’t it too risky for us to do this?”

Gulishati smiled softly:

 “Why take the risk?”

“I believe that the guy named Matthew must be an excellent necromancer, but there are some basic logics that cannot be changed no matter how good a person is.”

“For us, Matthew’s biggest reliance is nothing more than the Death Canopy and the summons, and the negotiation location we chose is far away from the Death Canopy, and we have stipulated the number of people to negotiate.”

“With all due respect, if this can’t help Matthew, it means we can’t win this war ourselves!”

Hodges nodded and murmured:

"you're right."

  “That makes sense.”

  It can be used in the next second.

His eyes suddenly turned white!

 Five seconds later.

Hodges gasped for air as if waking up from a dream:

 “No, no, let’s leave quickly!”

Gulishati looked at him puzzled:

"Why?"

 “Didn’t you just go to your father to pray for strength?”

Hodges's face was as white as a piece of paper. Evil spirits don't sweat. If possible, he would be sweating profusely now:

 “My father just rejected me!”

 “He told me to run!”

 Gulishati was stunned for a moment.

Hodges’s father is the evil spirit lord Omadouqi. He is a big shot in the star realm, the kind who can be on par with the God of Midnight.

 Even He said to run quickly...

"Walk!"

Gulishati said decisively.

 However, the two’s decision to escape was already too late—

not far away.

A young man wearing a mage's robe and a dust mask stepped on the tombstone and rushed over like lightning!

The tombstone was close to the ground, sending up waves of dust like waves to both sides.

His speed is unparalleled. What’s even more terrifying is that there are several ropes hanging behind the tombstone. The ends of the ropes are billowing with smoke and appear to be connected to a rectangular outline!

The two of them looked through the smoke and dust, and then they saw clearly that the rectangular outline was actually a sarcophagus!

 Can tombstones slide?

 The speed is still so fast?

Can a coffin be hung in the back?

Hodges and Gulishati looked at each other. They both couldn't help but rub their eyes, seriously doubting that they had seen it wrong.

 And just when they were stunned.

Matthew had already arrived in front of them dragging the coffin.

 Facing the unblinking gazes of two legendary evil spirits.

Matthew was not afraid. He easily took off his dust mask and smiled:

“You two, I’m afraid it’s not very polite to just stare at others like this.”

 “I’m Matthew, you asked me to negotiate.”

 “Tell me your conditions.”

Gulishati’s reaction was quick.

 Her face showed a bright smile:

"We are just surprised by the way you are running. We did not expect that the main material world has developed such a... tool."

 “This is impressive.”

Matthew smiled faintly:

"Thank you for the compliment."

His eyes instantly focused on Hodges' eyes.

 The latter looks a little unnatural.

"We can help you raze the City of Night Angel to the ground. In fact, we have arrested a group of suspicious people related to the warlock Lance and the Dragon God Society. As long as you need it, we can transfer them to you at any time. you."

Gulishati said with a cheerful face:

“As long as you promise not to attack us and give us a place to stay in Crescent Mountain on the sampan plane.”

 This was certainly not the condition that the two of them considered at the beginning.

 They didn’t even think about the content of the negotiation.

 Just as Hodges received Omadouchi's warning, Gulishati had to adapt to the situation and try to stabilize Matthew's mood first.

What exactly is going on? Let’s go back to Crescent Mountain to discuss it.

 “Oh? That sounds pretty good.”

Matthew raised his eyebrows and asked bluntly:

"Then how many people are you planning to send to attack the City of Night Angel with me?"

Hodges' face looked a little ugly.

 It is simply unbelievable that these two legends were being questioned aggressively by a small fifth-level mage.

If it weren’t for my father’s advice still echoing in my mind.

 He has already turned his back at this moment!

 “Two thousand people!”

Gulishati looks quite calm:

"And I can guarantee that they are the most elite troops in our Crescent Mountain."

Matthew spoke directly:

 “I want five thousand people!”

Gulishati answered without hesitation:

"Can."

 “When do you want it?”

 “We’ll go back and get ready.”

 Matthew suddenly laughed.

If the other party is arrogant and repeatedly arguing with you, it means that they are indeed sincere in negotiating with you.

 But the way he behaves now is that he clearly wants to fool himself!

"It shouldn't be. According to my previous judgment, they brought me here to ambush me."

 “Why haven’t you taken action yet?”

 Matthew also had some doubts in his heart.

But seeing that the two legendary evil spirits had no intention of taking action, he simply continued to perform with them.

"Well, I never cooperate with people I am not familiar with. You two are too strange to me. Not only do I not know you, but I am even defensive about you. After all, we are from different races. I am not familiar with you." The evil spirits don’t know anything about it, so why don’t we spend more time together—sitting by the lake, chatting, and fishing, maybe we can become friends, and in this way, cooperation will be a matter of course.”

Matthew said with a smile.

Hodges instinctively wanted to refuse. For some reason, when he saw Matthew's smile, he felt extremely evil.

 He doesn’t want to stay with the other person any longer.

However, Gulishati agreed wholeheartedly.

So.

The three people with their own agendas did not take any action. Instead, they found a place to sit by the lake.

Matthew summoned four zombies to carry the coffin, and then he took out three fishing rods from his bag and gave them to the other two evil spirits in a formal manner, and introduced his fishing experience to them in a structured manner.

Of course, 90% of them are nonsense.

 Matthew doesn’t understand fishing at all.

However, Gulishati and Hodges still agree.

 At least they were sitting there pretending.

 No one mentioned that the fish in this lake had been poisoned by Matthew long ago...

Matthew was leaning against the coffin, holding a fishing rod in both hands, and two evil spirits chatting with each other.

suddenly.

 He asked with a smile:

“It’s boring to sit and chat like this all the time, why don’t you make a bet?”

 “Do you think I can catch anything?”

Hodges finally came to his senses:

"Can."

 “I bet you can’t catch anything.”

He knew very well that there was no life left in this lake, let alone fish, not even a single aquatic plant could survive.

 Although it has undergone a purification.

 But the recovery of species is not that fast after all.

 “Would you like to place some bets?”

 “I’ll give you a pound of mithril.”

 Matthew blinked.

Hodges nodded casually:

"Can."

As the lord of Crescent Mountain, Hodges controls a considerable fortune.

 One pound of mithril is not even a drop in the bucket to him.

He usually likes to gamble, but he encountered this depressing situation now. Since he can't have an attack, he can only get back a win through other methods.

Hodges stared at Matthew intently.

He knows that mages are good at magic. If the other party intends to cheat through magic, then he will expose the other party no matter what!

 It can be done in a few seconds.

Hodges's face suddenly froze.

 Because there was a crisp thump in his ears—

 But a zombie plunged into the lake.

 Then under the disbelieving looks of Hodges and Gulishati, the zombie bit Matthew's fishhook in one bite.

 The latter laughed.

 Easily dragged the zombie ashore!

"How about it?"

 “Mr. Hodges, I’m willing to admit defeat.”

Matthew said with a smile on his face.

Hodges finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said angrily:

 “What a shameless way of cheating?”

 “You have no intention of really making friends with us at all!”

Matthew looked at the other party calmly:

“Are you really planning to negotiate with me?”

Hodges was slightly startled.

 Gulishati had an unpleasant feeling in her heart.

 At this time.

An evil spirit hurried over on a flying squirrel-like beast. He shouted while flying:

 “It’s not good, it’s not good!”

 “The Death Sky and the Undead Army attacked Crescent Mountain!”

 “They have already attacked near Trevi Square!”

 The two evil spirits looked at Matthew suddenly.

However, I don’t know when, the coffin behind Matthew has been opened.

 A sleepy undead walked out of it.

　　followed by.

The fire that filled the sky evaporated most of the water in Mogu Lake in an instant!

 …

 Crescent Mountain.

 In the backyard of a mansion in the city.

 “Are you really not planning to go back to the abyss?”

A bald demon looked at the gorgeously dressed man in front of him with some emotion and said.

The opponent's name is Pinkerton, a half-demon and half-evil spirit hybrid.

He is also the only friend of the demon knight Charles in Crescent Mountain.

 The information about the Black Dragon Lord Orsay was investigated by Pinkerton and then passed on to Charles.

The man smiled softly:

 “Why do you want to go back?”

“I have gained power and wealth here that was impossible to obtain in the abyss, and the lords here appreciate me very much.”

 “I am very happy now, the kind you can’t imagine.”

 Charles said with some worry:

"But this plane is a little uneasy. I just escaped death from Tyrannosaurus Town a few days ago. I'm worried that the necromancer will attack Crescent Mountain soon."

Pinkerton said with a relaxed expression:

 “Don’t worry, old man.”

“Our lord has long thought of a way to deal with the necromancer.”

 Charles is still a little worried:

"I heard that he poisoned the water here. Many people have died in Crescent Mountain recently..."

Pinkerton nodded:

 “This is indeed the case.”

“But as we all know, we evil spirits are not afraid of toxins.”

 While speaking.

 An inconspicuous fly flew in front of him.

suddenly.

Pinkerton stuck out his long and slender tongue and rolled it violently into the air.

 The poor fly was instantly caught in his mouth.

 Click click click.

The sound of chewing came from Pinkerton's mouth, as well as the sound of his triumphant words:

"Look, this fly doesn't look very clean at first glance, but who am I? I am Pinkerton, the son of the devil and evil spirits. I have the constitution of a devil and the resistance of evil spirits. I can be immune to most toxins in the world. With the plague.”

 “Of course this is no exception.”

The words haven’t been finished yet.

His expression suddenly changed, and then he started to vomit violently while holding his stomach!

 Charles looked at each other blankly.

 Before he could react.

 Suddenly there was a violent commotion outside.

 He easily jumped up to the roof and took a closer look.

Unexpectedly, I saw a terrifying and ferocious bone dragon smashing through the city wall and rushing in with overwhelming force!

 Charles was even more confused.

 Because of this scene.

 He seems to have seen it somewhere!

 …

 (End of this chapter)