A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 422 On the side of the couch

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 “Don’t think about it!”

 “I accept your terms!”

Matthew agreed without hesitation.

 Then he changed the subject:

“But before I bring Jia Si Li Wen over, you should also show me some sincerity, right?”

 Matthew appears to be confident and conversant as usual.

 In his heart, he has already prepared many emergency escape routes—

Jia Si Liwen must not be released casually.

Then you can only find someone else to fool you.

 But which of these guys in the hall can be easily fooled?

Matthew is pessimistic about this.

Hence, he could only try to use clichés, but if it didn’t work, he could only withdraw from Terrast’s plan to restore the ancient god.

“I wonder how much Qiuka can imitate the charm of Jia Siliwen?”

 The image of the little white cat appeared in Matthew's mind.

Jia Si Liwen is always in a sealed state. Theoretically, even if she is rescued from prison, most of the seals will not be lifted.

Hence, the problem of strength is not big.

 Chuka has the bloodline of Jia Siliwen, which provides a very important condition for confusing the fake with the real one.

 But the troublesome point is—

 Sen'er is Sethrunk's mentor, and the former's understanding of the Thousand Changers must be better than his own.

　　It was too difficult to hide it from him.

However, this road is not completely without opportunities.

 Matthew knew it very well.

Although Senr is a very evil guy, he is also a tradeable object.

As long as you can convince the other person.

Perhaps he can also testify for himself in turn.

　　thinking about it.

Matthew’s tense nerves completely relaxed.

He could feel that after he broke his old habits, he felt like he was no longer constrained.

 Doing so means facing greater risks.

 But it’s better than sitting still and waiting to die——

　　After learning about the Ancient God’s plan to revive from Osedro, Matthew was upset because he clearly realized that the old structure was about to be overturned!

The collapse of the alliance may seem far away, but it may only happen in the blink of an eye.

 Even if it’s not this time.

 It may happen in the next big event!

Matthew's biggest source of crisis is that when he is surrounded by enemies on all sides, all the legends and divine mages have actually given up!

 This means that the so-called guarding is just a habit.

 The power of habit is indeed powerful.

This prompted the top mages to still abide by the inherent order hundreds of years after the Scourge Mages left.

 But when this order encounters a stronger impact.

 Habits will be broken.

 Once broken, it is very difficult to recover.

 Matthew realized this very early on.

 For legendary mages, the existence of an alliance is not necessary.

 Most of the time, one top mage supports many middle- and lower-level mage.

 If you go out and work alone.

 They can obtain higher power and freedom and more substantial benefits.

  This seems to be the case even at the level of a divine mage—

 When extraordinary power is attributed to an individual.

In fact, the divine mages don’t need so many middle- and lower-level mages to serve them.

And once the divine mage or high-level legend's instinct or inertia to maintain the existence of the alliance disappears.

 The alliance will quickly fall apart from within.

The fact that all the top mages are heading to the lost historical world this time is a precursor.

The fact is exactly as Matthew had guessed before—

 The legendary mages don't care about Irondor at all.

 They only care about themselves.

 Guarding is just something done conveniently under the influence of inertia in order to protect one's own interests.

think carefully.

 The Seven Saints Alliance has a history of only a few hundred years.

 Nothing in this world is constant.

 Under such a tumultuous change.

Maintaining a conservative strategy may not be wrong, but it will not do anything for yourself or the continuation of Rolling Stone.

 The night of the intense exchange with Sif.

Matthew figured out the joints and took this daring adventure.

 He gambled a lot.

 The purpose is also very simple, just to find a way to survive in the future situation!

 His power seems not strong enough.

 But he actually has a lot of opportunities.

 Perhaps only one catalysis is needed.

 Qualitative changes may occur!

Of course, Terraste didn't know the changes in Matthew's mind.

 After Matthew spoke.

 He quickly consulted others for their opinions.

 Then he replied:

 “Okay, you come with me.”

 The two of them walked towards the southwest side of the hall.

over there.

 There is a corridor filled with dark shadows.

The entire corridor seemed to be filled with a black hole that was spreading outward.

 Slightly closer.

Matthew felt a strong sense of crisis!

 “Plane of Shadows?”

 He asked.

Tyrasi nodded:

“This is the Silent Corridor. It is part of the shadow world. When we talk in it, the news will never leak out.”

 “You come with me.”

As he spoke, he took down an antique copper lamp from the shelf on the wall next to it.

 Talaste lit the copper lamp.

Wisps of warm orange-yellow light spread out.

 Wherever the light goes.

 The shadow quickly dissipates, revealing a small area where you can move freely.

 Matthew followed Terraste into the quiet corridor.

 Visitors from the material world apparently alarmed the monsters lurking in the shadow world.

Matthew turned his head sideways and looked into the deep darkness beside him with sharp eyes.

over there.

 There are two shadow monsters that are ready to move.

Matthew knows this kind of monster. They are out-and-out shadow creatures that feed on the color elements of living people.

 Once you are entangled by a shadow monster.

 Material creatures will gradually lose all color and eventually become new shadow creatures!

These two shadow creatures have obviously not eaten for many days.

 As soon as he saw Matthew and Terraste, he rushed over.

 However, when they got close to the light, the two monsters seemed to smell something and immediately turned around and ran away!

 It’s a pity it’s too late.

 A bamboo stick suddenly appeared in the shadows, and Matthew couldn't see clearly how to click it.

 A few seconds later.

The two monsters were beaten with bruises and bruises on their faces.

 But they did not leave.

Rather, he stayed in the shadow area outside the aperture.

 Look at their appearance.

He was probably ordered by Terraste to stand there and stand guard for the secret conversation between the two.

“Our sound is limited to the area where the light travels, so you don’t have to worry.”

Trast turned around and placed the copper lamp on the ground next to him.

 He looked at Matthew with eyes full of admiration:

 “I underestimated your courage.”

"I thought that even if you discovered my plan, you wouldn't dare to come and confront me."

 Facing Terraste.

 Matthew's attitude became much more polite.

 He said very kindly:

“Perhaps you just misjudged my identity?”

 His tone is quite relaxed.

 But then.

Matthew was slightly burned by Terraste's burning eyes.

  The old elf man said firmly:

"No!"

 “You are not the master of the void.”

 “At least, you don’t really want to work for him.”

 Matthew said nothing.

Terast said sonorously:

“I believe that if I kill you, the Lord of the Void will never hold a grudge against me. Maybe, he will reward me in turn and promise me to become the general of the Void Army or other positions.”

 Matthew was sweating slightly on his forehead.

 “But I wouldn’t do that.”

"From the beginning to the end, I have never thought about taking refuge in the void, nor have I ever thought about opposing the Seven Saints Alliance. You should understand this."

 Matthew nodded.

  Trast continued on, minding his own business:

“I just hope that the elves can find a way forward, instead of suddenly disappearing into the long river of history amidst drastic changes.”

“We are the enviable immortal species, but the immortal species care more about their own lives than the continuation of the population.”

 “In this respect, I am different from most wood elves.”

“I hope that my ethnic group can prosper and last for a long time. For this, I will give everything, even my life.”

Matthew could not tell whether this was true or not.

  It can even be a scene.

 He also took advantage of the situation and gave a few compliments.

Yet Tyrast completely ignored his flattery.

  The old elf man patiently explained to Matthew:

“I have read many books, studied the rise and fall of civilizations of many races, and have secretly observed them for hundreds of years.”

“In the end, I desperately discovered that the only way to save my tribe is to let them regain their faith!”

“They can only survive in this world under the guidance and protection of a voice they can absolutely trust.”

“Otherwise they are just like headless flies—no, maybe worse than headless flies. Headless flies don’t have the troublesome disadvantages of immortal species!”

“Speaking of faith, since the God of Elves is dead and the Ancient God of Nature has also fallen long ago, the only way to fundamentally solve this problem is by making myself the new God of Elves.”

“Speaking of which, I want to ask you—do you think the Alliance will allow me to become the new Elf God?”

Trast's eyes are quite straightforward.

Matthew could only shake his head:

"I have no idea."

 “Not knowing means not allowing it, which is understandable.”

  The old elf man said with emotion:

"There is a proverb among the Sioux people - You can't allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the bed. This is exactly what it says."

“For divine mages, the best wood elves are weak but able to continuously squeeze out value.”

"They don't care at all whether the wood elves will cause trouble. They want us to make more trouble, which means they can always get a handle on us in exchange for greater benefits."

"I can understand them, but I don't want the wood elves to continue on this road of no return..."

 Tarraste's tone was quite sincere.

Matthew also showed some sincerity:

 “For me, these are all things that should be taken for granted.”

 “I can understand your mood and approach.”

Tarast shook his head:

 “I’m not saying this to make you understand me.”

“Actually, I just want to tell you that the principle of not allowing others to sleep soundly on the side of the bed is also true here—

 The power of the ancient **** has withered greatly.

 After the restart of Twin Paradise, everyone you just met in the hall will share a part of the priesthood and power.

 Eleven people…

 I think it’s a bit too much, what do you think? "

Matthew’s expression changed.

 At this moment.

 The old elf finally revealed his ferocious face hidden under the harmless appearance of humans and animals.

 Although the other party's ill will was not directed at Matthew.

 But Matthew also felt an unprecedented fear!

But he behaved quite calmly:

 “So, Jia Si Li Wen?”

Tarast blinked:

“Just find someone to pretend to be one. I know you have a wide network of contacts, so you should be able to find someone who meets the requirements.”

“It doesn’t matter even if someone doubts you. What’s important is that the person you find must be strong enough. He must be a legendary master and have rich fighting experience.”

“You, me, and the person you are looking for, the three of us cooperate, so after activating Twin Heaven, kill everyone else!”

“We share the power and authority of the ancient gods, and you will become a transcendent existence in the alliance second only to the Seven Saints!”

Seeing that the other party spoke so frankly, Matthew knew that it was impossible for him not to agree. He simply said half truthfully and half falsely:

 “You wouldn’t say the same thing to other people, would you?”

  The old elf man said seriously:

"of course not."

"I want to form an alliance with you only temporarily. If you don't come, I will use other methods to trap and kill those guys. Of course, the method may be more troublesome, and the success rate is not high."

Matthew nodded doubtfully.

"Let me put it more clearly. It will be good for you to join this plan. It will be a big benefit."

“It’s the same thing for me. Don’t you realize that except you and me, everyone here is full of evil people?”

"These people deserve to die. If they become the ancient gods of Irondor, it will be a disaster!"

Talast spoke righteously.

Matthew couldn't help but complain: You knew it was a disaster, but you personally launched the ancient **** restoration plan?

 His thoughts moved very quickly.

Tyras may have another purpose in wooing him -

 As long as the alliance does not collapse immediately.

Then your identity as an Alliance Mage can come in handy in subsequent negotiations.

 From the perspective of the opposite direction.

If the great demons, dracolich, murderers, etc. are allowed to become the gods of Paradise Lost, they will also become obstacles in negotiations with the alliance.

certainly.

The premise of all this is that Tyrast really wants to coexist peacefully with the Alliance...

Matthew thought about it and asked casually:

 “Where’s the drow?”

Terraste sneered:

 “Are you attracted to her?”

"Even in the Underdark, she is a first-rate murderer. In terms of blood debt, the crimes on her hands are no less than those of Sener..."

“If their power was not needed for the activation of Twin Heaven, I would not cooperate with these evil people at all!”

 Hence before Matthew could speak.

Talast said quietly again:

 “Don’t think I’m cruel.”

“Perhaps they are blatantly discussing **** us all when the matter is accomplished!”

 It happened to be at this time.

Morzon, the traveler god, and Stephanie, the dracolich, walked through the entrance of the secluded corridor together.

 The former seems to be able to see the figures of Matthew and Terraste.

 He also smiled at Matthew.

Matthew’s face twitched slightly.

 Then he said decisively:

"Can."

 “I promise to cooperate with you.”

 “I hope you can keep your promise.”

Terraste said leisurely:

“As long as we succeed, you will be the elves’ eternal friend.”

 “I promise that you will receive supreme power and glory…”

 “What about the title God of Man?”

 …

A few minutes later.

 Matthew and Terraste walked out of the quiet corridor.

 A while passed.

 At Tyrast’s prompt, everyone else also ended their conversation.

 They were sitting on a neat long table with solemn expressions.

Trast stood at the end of the long table, looking around everyone, and finally said slowly:

 “All preliminary preparations have been completed.”

“Let me ask you one last time, does anyone want to quit?”

 “This is the last chance to leave peacefully.”

Stephanie the Dragon Lich said coldly:

“Let’s get down to business, Terraste, I’m not giving you my granddaughter’s head just to hear you talk about these useless things!”

Matthew’s peripheral vision flashed—

The death of the green dragon Fatina is indeed abnormal.

　　It seems that it was not Terraste who killed her, but Stephanie who offered her granddaughter’s head!

“The cooperation between these two people probably started a long time ago.”

Matthew secretly paid attention.

 At this moment.

 Demon Lord Eisner stood up:

 “At this point, no one wants to leave.”

“But I’m still not satisfied with why someone can join in halfway. Even if he is the messenger of the Lord of the Void, once we become gods, are we still afraid that the Lord of the Void will deal with us?”

 “Also, why are you looking for Jia Si Liwen?”

 “I hate the Thousand Changers!”

Talast said calmly:

"The power of the Lord of the Void can help us resist the impact from the ruins of the Twin Heavens at the most critical moment. You should know very well that there are remnants of the ancient gods everywhere. We are very fragile when we become gods and need additional and powerful power to replace us. We provide barriers, and the more prepared we are for that, the better.”

"As for Jia Siliwen, she once replaced the God of Murder, and the God of Murder has a very special status in Tianlun Palace. His state at that time was between the God of Law and the God of Faith. If Jia Siliwen can If you join, it will also be good for our gods."

"More people joining means that our new heaven will be stronger. This is obvious."

 Eisner grunted a few more words.

Tarast gave an almost perfect answer.

finally.

 The demon lord sat down unhappily.

Matthew looked on with cold eyes, admiring Terraste's mouth to the extreme—

 Say in front of yourself that there are too many people and the cake is not enough;

 What Eisner said is that the more people there are, the bigger the cake will be.

 Why didn’t I realize that he was so good at deceiving me before?

“He is indeed a core member of the Bamboo Stick Party, or is it that Magic Dragon has improved his ability to defraud?”

It's a pity that no matter how Matthew sensed it, he couldn't find anyone other than ten people in the hall.

The Phantom Dragon is most likely not here, nor is it on Tyrast's body.

 See no further comments from others.

Tarast nodded slightly and began to talk about the topic:

“At this point, our plan is not far from success.”

“For the next official action, we have only one goal, and that is to find the artifact Lost Paradise left in the Blood-Drinking Mountain!”

  “Due to Mr. Matthew’s joining, I made temporary changes to the original plan.”

“Matthew has the Crown of Sin in his hand, which is enough to directly enter the Blood-Drinking Mountain Sanctuary from Chunsu Valley in the Helen Mountains, so he and half of the members will enter the Blood-Drinking Mountain from there;

 The remaining half of the people and I passed through the portal in the Secret Light Jungle and entered the Blood Drinking Mountain at the same time.

 It must be stated.

 The Blood Drinking Mountain is a very dangerous place!

It is a refuge for trolls, but for life without troll blood, it is a crisis at every step.

 Except for traps.

 As far as I know, there are a large number of ancient monsters in the Blood Drinking Mountain, including many legendary creatures.

also.

 The Blood-Drinking Mountain contains the resentful troll spirits that were created due to the disintegration of the troll empire in ancient times.

Those resentful spirits are not ordinary undead.

 And the number is very large.

Even the legendary Necromancer may not be able to handle it.

 We are all experienced veterans. Regarding the safety issue, I will stop here. "

　　Then he unfolded a map. Most of the areas were unknown, with only a few areas lit up.

“This is a map of Troll Sanctuary, drawn in the era when the Troll Empire collapsed, so it is for reference only.”

“What we are looking for may be hidden in a building with a pattern like this…”

Terraste pointed to a familiar portrait of Matthew next to the map and said.

 Everyone stared at the portrait.

 Ace wondered:

 “What is this painting?”

 “Second child?”

Tyraster nodded:

“To be precise, it’s the **** of the troll **** Puer.”

Mo Song, the traveler god, smiled:

"Can."

 “That’s troll.”

Tarastus said very seriously:

“Remember, the Lost Paradise we are looking for is sealed in an object of similar shape. It may be a simple stone pillar, or it may be a huge mountain of similar shape.”

“This is a time-consuming and labor-intensive task, because it is difficult for us to locate its location through spirituality or divination, and we can only use the stupidest method to search.”

“In the meantime, we have to avoid conflict with the guards of Blood Drinking Mountain.”

“We are not given much time, probably only about a month.”

"The only good news is that the Blood Drinking Mountain Sanctuary is not too vast. We are now divided into two groups, which can effectively improve efficiency. No matter which side finds the sealed artifact, be sure to remind the other side, I understand. ?"

Everyone responded sparsely.

 Then Terra drew everyone to sign a common contract.

This contract is said to be made from scraps of the artifact Book of Integrity, and has considerable restrictions on the oath.

The contract clearly stipulates that participants shall not harm each other, shall not reveal each other's information, etc...

Matthew observed that almost everyone was very cheerful when signing.

 So he came to him.

 He also wrote his name on it casually—

  Matthew. Blood flag.

 As a contract expert.

He knew very clearly that the contract pointed to the name that the signer recognized most deeply in his soul.

Hence, there is nothing wrong with Matthew’s signature from the outside. At most, it’s just a matter of directivity.

 But only he knows what his real name is!

However, this contract is most likely just a decoration, otherwise how could Terraste and others sign it with peace of mind?

 After finishing talking about business.

Tarast answered some other people's questions.

 The end.

 He gave Matthew twelve hours.

 “If you fail to bring Jia Si Li Wen within twelve hours, then we will exclude you from the plan.”

"I believe you know very well that in this situation, you will not find anyone else who can compete with us."

Trast pretended to "intimidate" Matthew with a few words.

 Then Matthew planned to leave the hall.

 But before that.

 He was stopped by Mozon, the **** of travelers.

 “Is it convenient for us to chat?”

 Mo Song’s face was full of spring breeze.

Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling man, Matthew nodded. He followed Mo Song, and not long after, he came to the quiet corridor again.

 Morson lit another copper lamp.

 The two of them slowly stepped into the shadows.

 At this time.

 Two shadow monsters rushed over menacingly!

However, as soon as they approached the edge of the light circle, they suddenly braked and tried to turn around.

 It’s a pity it’s too late.

Mo Song waved the long whip in his hand, and without any sound, the two shadow monsters were knocked unconscious.

A few minutes later.

 They stood obediently outside the lamp circle, standing guard for the two of them.

This scene is so familiar.

 So much so that Matthew couldn't help but glance at the two shadow monsters, and then laughed softly——

 What a coincidence, it’s those two unlucky brothers again!

“It seems that the legendary short memory storage time of shadow creatures is not a rumor..."

 In the midst of thoughts.

 The two of them came to the right place.

Morson, the traveler god, said something surprising with a smile on his face:

“That little guy Terraste, is he trying to trick you into plotting against others?”

Matthew changed the topic without changing his expression:

 “What do you have to say?”

Mo Song sneered:

 “Do you think no one else can see the deal between you two?”

“You just came here today, and Terraste suddenly threw out the candidate Jia Si Li Wen who was not originally planned.”

“If there is no mutual understanding between you, wouldn’t he consider the possibility that you cannot rescue Jia Si Li Wen?”

 “He was too blunt in his fooling around...”

“Anyone with a discerning eye knows that if Terraste dares to say something like this, it means that you will definitely be able to successfully bring Jia Si Li Wen over - it’s just that it’s not clear whether it’s true or not.”

"You don't need to refute me on this - he has already proposed a plan to split the army into two groups. The so-called meeting with Jia Siliwen is just a formality. You are destined to be part of the plan."

 “Isn’t it?”

Mo Song chuckled and said:

“Don’t think that I’m the only one who realizes this, everyone else is aware of it too…”

“The reason why everyone doesn’t speak clearly is because Tyrast is the core of this plan.”

“Whoever he wants to join can join.”

"After all, among everyone present, he is the only one who can quickly ignite the divine fire..."

Matthew asked rhetorically:

“So, what do you want to tell me?”

 The traveler god’s eyes are extremely bright:

"I?"

 “I think Terraste and I have similar ideas—”

 “Don’t you think eleven people is a bit too much?”

 “I want to form an alliance with you, Matthew.”

"only me and you."

 “Listen to my terms?”

 …

 (End of this chapter)