A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 433: The Headless Horseman and the Blade of Jaeger

Chapter 433 The Headless Horseman and the Blade of Jaeger

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The figure was wearing heavy armor, and his body seemed to be wet. Drops of black juice dripped from the edges of the heavy armor onto the ground.

Even at such a long distance.

Matthew seemed to be able to hear the sound of liquid dripping on the ground of the city wall.

Headless Horseman?

He blinked.

Who knows what will happen next.

The headless horseman has disappeared, and only an old horse exuding a tired atmosphere is left on the city wall.

The old horse was all skinny and bony, chewing something in its mouth, and its hooves were treading uneasily in place.

Seems to feel Matthew's gaze.

The old horse also glanced in his direction.

Matthew made eye contact with the other person.

He tried to read the human-like emotion in the horse's eyes—

“Eager?”

“Look forward to?”

“Still longing?”

Matthew blinked again.

The old horse also disappeared.

As if what I just saw was just an illusion!

“Did you just see something on the wall?”

Matthew asked his companions.

However, whether it is Jia Siliwen, Mo Song, or Claire who has a keen sense.

They all said that the city walls had always been empty and they had not noticed any living creatures.

“It may be the manifestation of resentment…”

Jia Si Liwen said:

“There are too many resentments in this city, and some resentments will not be seen by everyone, but will only appear in the vision of specific people.”

“Similar scenes often appear in the ruins of some underground cities.”

“This kind of resentment that is unwilling to be expressed in most cases is usually not harmful. They just have some unresolved obsessions. Some are instinctive actions left in the repetitive consciousness, and some are hoping that outsiders can help them..."

“What did you see?”

Matthew replied:

“A headless horseman and a haggard-looking old horse.”

Jia Si Liwen asked:

“What race is it and what is its appearance?”

“Didn’t he ask you for help?”

Matthew shook his head:

“I can’t tell what race it is. It’s quite tall, but it’s definitely not a troll.”

“Maybe it’s the remnants of a certain figure in history, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“Let’s go and see where we can get in.”

The group walked along the city wall for a while.

The reason why they did not directly climb over the city wall was because they sensed the powerful barrier existing in the sky above the ancient city.

This kind of enchantment or ceremonial ground has a strong gravity attribute.

When you fly into the sky.

Multiple gravity fields will be exerted on your body, which will interfere with your actions.

At the beginning, you will hardly feel any impact when flying seven or eight meters above the ground.

But only ten seconds later.

The force of gravity on your body will be doubled.

The higher you fly and the longer you fly, the more severe the gravity penalty you take.

Based on Matthew’s spell identification and interpretation.

Once the flight height exceeds five meters and the flight time exceeds three minutes within the city, the penalty to the flyer is not limited to multiple gravity.

Gravity reversal, chaotic force fields, gravitational storms, and even void turbulence that scares legendary professionals!

These are all possible penalties.

Hence, the act of directly jumping over the city wall is likely to cause unnecessary disaster.

“After entering the city, I have to test how the height of this gravity ceremony site is calculated.”

“Does it count as flying if I stand on the roof of the second floor and my feet do not leave the ground?”

“If flying is not possible, is climbing possible?”

Matthew thought secretly in his heart.

It’s a pity that he doesn’t have the Gravity Domain in his hand, otherwise he could try to crack the ritual field here.

Even if you only crack a small part, you can still get a pretty good home field advantage!

They walked along the city wall for about four or five minutes.

An open side door appeared in the front view.

There is only one doorway here.

The hole is empty, and creatures under two and three meters tall can stand and walk in directly.

“There should be a wooden gate here that has just been demolished.”

“Look, they left obvious footprints. They seem to be a group of unprofessional guys.”

Sener's eyes glanced near the door.

He bent down slightly, took a breath, and a look of disgust quickly appeared on his face:

“It’s a fish man.”

“They should be from the same tribe as the group of murlocs we met on the Guardian Island.”

“I hate murlocs.”

Matthew asked curiously:

"Why?"

SERNER looked at him strangely:

“Do you still need a reason to hate fishmen?”

“If you have to ask me to give you a reason, is it okay to be ugly?”

“You don’t think that because we are from the evil camp, I will fall in love with those monsters who only know how to scream, right?”

"Don't be too arrogant, kid, my aesthetic level is much higher than yours, I can guarantee this."

Matthew touched his nose. He wanted to talk back, but at this moment.

He suddenly saw a black mark appearing on the corner of a building behind the door!

Matthew walked over.

“The mark is brand new and the technique is very skillful.”

“It seems we don’t have to worry about our drow companions being eaten alive for the time being.”

Sener walked over expressionlessly.

The mark was drawn with charcoal and showed an arrow passing through a heart.

This is a pretty classic drow secret message.

The mark itself is a magical rune whose contents can only be seen by those marked as companions by the drow.

The direction the arrow points.

It should be the information that Mira wants to provide to Matthew and others.

“She acted with the fish-men?”

Hayek questioned.

Senr shrugged:

“Who knows, maybe it’s also stalking.”

Hayek hummed:

"I don't believe in drow anyway. I have lived in the Underdark for three years. After returning to the surface, I will warn every intelligent life on the surface - don't believe in drow!"

Sener laughed:

“By coincidence, I have a similar experience.”

“Then don’t trust the Necromancer.”

While speaking.

The group of people has arrived in the city.

Even though he had no angle to look down from a high place, Matthew could still perceive the grandeur and splendor of the city.

The city wall is as tall as a moat.

As for the area of the city, it is even more astonishing—

New Rolling Stone City is already the largest city Matthew Irondo has ever seen.

Although the Far North Floating City where the Seven Saints Alliance headquarters is located is complex and exquisite, it uses too many space folding technologies and demi-plane dimensional anchors, so its external scale is far inferior to those of real big cities.

And the ancient city of Krafa.

Its area is approximately ten times that of New Rolling Stone City!

This ancient city not only covers a vast area, but the buildings in the city are also unique.

Most of the buildings are very tall, probably to match the size of the trolls.

There are also a few relatively low houses.

These houses are often located on the fringes of an urban area.

　　Probably established for other races attached to the trolls.

Although most of the houses are in dilapidated condition.

But through some details.

Everyone can still feel the prosperity and sophistication of the Troll Empire in its heyday.

With the map given by Margaret.

　　As soon as everyone enters the door.

Matthew quickly completed the initial positioning, and they walked towards the first block where the little boy had appeared.

Along the way.

Everyone was chatting away.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Matthew felt that Sener was particularly eager to chat with him today:

“You have taken the purification staff, are you not afraid that Ordesia will fight for you?”

Matthew shrugged:

“I thought she never wanted to let me go.”

Sener coughed:

"As far as I know, she is not an open-minded woman. Why don't you sell me the staff? You won't be able to use it anyway."

Matthew looked at her strangely:

"I'm a serious mage. It's reasonable for me to use a staff, right? Why should I sell it to you?"

Sen'er chuckled and said:

“You carry a shovel, a sickle, a stick, a silver sword, a spear, and a skeleton on your back, but there is no staff. Are you telling me that you are a serious mage?”

Matthew was speechless for a moment and could only attack the opponent's profession:

“Does a rogue need a staff?”

Sener smiled shyly:

“You may not believe it, but I do work part-time as a mage…”

“Although I became a thief due to the need to make a living as an adult, my dream since childhood was to become a mage…”

Matthew was speechless.

But it was impossible for him to sell the Purification Staff to Sen'er.

So now I can only make two sentences.

Seeing that Sen'er was reluctant to leave and still thinking about it, Matthew coughed and changed the subject:

“Do you know the origin of the legendary archer who attacked us just now?”

Senr still responded the fastest:

“Leon, the star of the dawn, is half Sioux. Like Ordesia, the mother of the black dragon, he comes from the magical country of the Sword of Thorns.”

“It is said that Li Ang was a marksman with perfect accuracy when he was very young, but due to the level ceiling of the secondary plane, he has never been able to be promoted to legend.”

“Obviously, like Ordesia, he benefited from a plane change that occurred in the Blade of Thorns a few years ago, thus breaking through the legend and becoming a very threatening character.”

Same as the Mother of Black Dragons?

Matthew frowned.

How come these masters from the secondary planes suddenly made a collective breakthrough?

He felt there must be a reason.

Sure enough.

This time it was Mo Song, the traveler god, who took the initiative to take over the topic:

“I know a little bit about this matter, but I didn’t have time to talk about it just now.”

“For a long time, the Sword of Thorns was a secondary plane, and the highest professional level it could accommodate was LV20, so quasi-legendary was the ceiling for all professionals.”

“In this type of plane, a strong person at level 20 will be respected as a strong person in the sanctuary.

In fact, when these powerful men from the holy realm fight in their home plane, the combat effectiveness they can exert may not be much weaker than that of parallel import legends in the material world.

When true legends in the material world enter the secondary plane, they will also be constrained by the laws of the plane, and will be downgraded, and can only exert their strength around level 20. "

“The variables that change this situation are also odd and unpredictable!”

“Under the influence of odd celestial changes, the established order of the multiverse is slowly collapsing. Even the elevated Tianlun Palace is slowly returning. How can other marginal laws not be loosened one after another?”

"The collisions between the secondary planes and the main material world have become more frequent, and in the process of constant collision and dissolution of the planes, many laws of the secondary planes have either exploded or been rewritten, and the ceiling for professionals has also increased again and again. He was exposed in a major incident that will be unforgettable for all sentient beings in the secondary plane."

"The Sword of Jinghua is such a plane that perfectly benefits from the odd number of celestial changes. Ordesia and Li Ang seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They helped their world complete a half-level jump, thus making Jinghua The sword is more deeply embedded in the main material world."

"Since then, the highest level of the Jinghua Sword has been raised to LV22, and he has also been treated as a son of the plane in the secondary plane. His strength has improved by leaps and bounds with the promotion of plane consciousness, and he has reached the legendary level. realm!"

“In the process of their breakthrough into legend, chance and coincidence are important, but what is more important is their own strength.”

“After all, they already have the potential to be legendary. What restricts them is just their background and stage...”

Hear this.

Matthew suddenly understood.

He then quickly completed the analogy:

“So if this trend continues, more and more powerful saints from secondary planes will be promoted to legend in the future?”

“If they come to the material world one after another, wouldn’t Irondor be ushered in a lot of new legends?”

Mo Song smiled and nodded:

“What you’re talking about is very likely to happen.”

“According to the bard, the continent of Irondor is likely to usher in an era when legends are everywhere and lichs are inferior to dogs…”

Matthew nodded silently.

From the description of the Traveler God, Matthew seemed to feel in advance that a magnificent and stormy era was approaching.

This made the sense of crisis in his heart even deeper.

“Can you contact Terraste?”

“I mean the stone plate.”

Hayek suddenly interrupted and asked Matthew.

Matthew spread his hands:

“I have sent signals to Terraste several times, but I still haven’t received any feedback.”

Hayek couldn’t help but muttered:

“I told you a long time ago that old antiques don’t work.”

Mosong smiled confidently:

"It doesn't matter."

“I placed a tracking signal on Terraste and the rest of the other team.”

“As long as they enter this ancient city, I can sense their presence and specific direction.”

Sener glanced at him in surprise.

Mozon asked:

"how?"

Sener smiled softly:

“If you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have secretly put tracking potion on the soles of those people’s shoes.”

Jia Siliwen asked rhetorically:

“Is there anyone who hasn’t put locating or tracking marks on that group of people?”

The three of them looked at Matthew and Hayek.

The former looked indifferent, while the latter could only frown and pretend to be serious.

Claire looked on with cold eyes and couldn't help but pull Matthew's sleeve:

“How many tricks do your partners...have?”

“Why do I feel less safe with them?”

Matthew was convinced.

The group of people walked and chatted. Although the atmosphere in the ancient city was solemn and solemn, there was no sound everywhere.

But the people in Matthew's team are all talented and bold.

Along the way, I only encountered two goblin skeletons without eyes and a road demon lying in wait on the ground.

After being easily killed by them.

Haven't encountered any other monsters since.

The speed at which they explored the ancient city was not unsatisfactory.

Even so.

At the distance from the first area marked on the map where Paradise Lost may be buried.

They also had to stop their progress.

because.

it's dark.

Based on the knowledge of Blood Drinking Mountain that Matthew obtained from Margaret.

There are twelve hours in a day here.

Eight hours are daytime and four hours are nighttime.

During the day, most areas are relatively safe, especially the floating island in the sky that has been transformed by the Cyber Dragon Artificer.

After nightfall.

The situation becomes different.

The troll spirits that can be seen everywhere in Blood Drinking Mountain will begin to attack all intruders indiscriminately.

Their strength will also increase to three to ten times as much as before!

Therefore, the Blood Drinking Mountain at night is very dangerous. What’s more, the ancient city of Krafa is a forbidden place.

Although they walked uneventfully during the day.

But no one dares to take this aspect lightly.

Those with keen senses in the team have noticed that since they entered the ancient city, there have been sporadic stares watching them.

Those eyes did not conceal their malice.

Matthew believed.

As long as one's own side exposes a flaw, it will definitely be exploited by the enemy units hiding in the city.

It is still unclear what price will be paid at that time.

Everyone discussed it.

At present, they have clearly escaped the pursuit of Ordesia and Leon.

There is really no need to rush forward in this case.

So they decided to find a safe place to camp and spend these dangerous four hours.

Everyone in the team is an experienced adventurer.

It didn’t take long.

Claire found a building that was suitable for camping.

That building is adjacent to an internal city wall, which is also hundreds of meters high. The block marked by Matthew can be reached through the doorway below the wall.

The internal space of the building is open, the ceiling is sufficient, and the walls are enough to protect against wind and rain.

The internal structure of the building extends in all directions, is simple and clear, with a total of four large exits and more small paths.

It not only facilitates evacuation when a crisis occurs, but also provides sufficient depth.

soon.

The group of people chose to set up camp in the side hall of that building.

to be exact.

This work was entrusted to Mosun, the **** of travelers.

But Mo Song flicked his finger.

A flash of golden light flashed through, and the power of the domain fluctuated violently.

Not long.

Elaborate and spacious tents rise from the ground.

Burning bonfires also appeared among the tents.

Outside the tent.

　　is a three-layered continuous barrier—

Hidden barrier;

Blocking the barrier;

Invisible barrier;

In addition, a blessing vestment hangs on the top of each tent.

According to Mozon.

Put on your cassock and shake it out when you leave the tent.

You can get the foot oiling trick at least ten times throughout the day.

　　Maybe it can also improve your good luck.

See this scene.

Matthew also had to say with emotion that he is indeed a professional.

The God of Travelers is really good at camping!

However, Mozon himself was not very satisfied.

He said with a hint of regret:

"If it were the state before reincarnation, I could do better..."

"Even if you want a hot spring hotel or a luxurious villa, I can easily conjure it up for you, plus a few maids or male servants of the specified race... What a pity."

Mo Song sighed deeply.

　　Seems to be in a temporary state of sadness.

Matthew patted him on the shoulder, and then curiously went into the tent to check out the props and facilities inside.

In general.

The camp conjured up by the Traveler God is quite awesome.

Even Sener and Jia Siliwen, who have always been picky, had nothing to say.

The sky turned completely dark.

The group sat down around the campfire, chatted with each other for a while, and then returned to the tent one by one to rest.

quickly.

Matthew was the only one left by the campfire.

Although the enchantment of the Traveler God has invisibility, detection and alarm functions.

But after thinking about it, Matthew still felt uneasy.

He stood up.

I want to place a few more alarm spells near the barrier.

But it was at that moment.

He suddenly felt the gaze of others again!

Matthew turned around suddenly.

Still the headless horseman!

Different from the long distance we stood at last time.

This time.

He and his old horse were standing at the door of Matthew's tent!

Following.

Matthew discovered an even more bizarre detail—

Other people’s voices and breaths have all disappeared!

The whole camp was empty.

It seemed like only myself, the Headless Horseman, and the horse were left!

Matthew took a deep breath.

He asked tentatively:

“Who are you?”

The Headless Horseman replied in a low voice:

“Who am I?”

"I have no idea…"

“But do you know who you are?”

Matthew frowned. He was about to say something, but the scene around him suddenly began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye—

The tent was blown over by the strong wind that poured in from outside;

The bonfire burned violently and then suddenly exploded. A large number of sparks passed through Matthew's body, but he was unconscious!

The camp gradually disappeared.

Matthew looked around.

This is a huge palace, and the deep darkness drowns out the details in the distance. He can only see the space near him!

He saw gold pillars engraved with mysterious totems and words!

And behind the two golden pillars.

It is a throne pierced by countless golden swords!

There is a vague figure sitting on the throne.

Matthew couldn’t see clearly.

At this time.

The headless horseman beside him suddenly bent down, holding his non-existent head in his hands, and let out a hysterical roar:

“Who am I?”

“Where do I come from?”

“What did I see before dimensionality reduction?”

The voice of the Headless Horseman echoed in the palace for a long time.

Matthew stepped forward.

The Headless Horseman suddenly shouted:

“Don’t come near me!”

“This is dangerous!”

“It’s too late, there’s no chance, there’s no chance…”

"The lifeline of the next era has been written. It is too late to plan the next era. Why me? Why me?"

“Why should I bear such a responsibility?”

“Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!”

The Headless Horseman's voice became more and more painful.

For some reason, when Matthew heard his voice, he didn't feel scared. Instead, he felt pity for the other person.

He instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the Headless Horseman's shoulder.

But it was at that moment.

His body was suddenly pulled forward involuntarily—

Phew!

Matthew watched helplessly as he merged with the "Headless Horseman"!

Following.

He appeared before the throne like a flash.

It turned out that there was no one on the throne.

There is a mirror on the throne!

Through that mirror.

Matthew saw what he looked like now - no head, only a piece of armor, with drops of black juice dripping down the armor.

He only felt that his breathing became extremely heavy.

Each heartbeat becomes tiring.

The picture in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

Following.

A somewhat familiar voice came from inside. In the picture, a man stood on the edge of darkness with his back turned.

The place he was in was a palace very similar to the one around Matthew.

The man shouted loudly:

“You must be very tired too, right?”

“You don’t know who you are, where you came from, and where you are going!”

“You call yourself a prophet, but others say you are a madman!”

“You firmly believe that you are a prophet and you have seen the destruction of the world!

You see the earth collapse, the sea water pouring in, and the gods wailing miserably like weeds swallowed by fire!

But that’s 10,000 **** years from now!

Even if someone thinks what you say is true, what does it matter?

They say, if a person lives a hundred years, why should he care about ten thousand years?

The world must be destroyed if it is destroyed. Why does the savior feel that he is righteous?

There are also new shoots twitching where the ruins collapsed. Life and death are supposed to be reincarnated. How can there be eternity in the world?

And you, the clown who stole time, are the biggest sinner!

Why don’t you let go and let him go!

You despicable, dirty, shameless clown! !

Ah…

A clown?

Since then, I have given no more advice to the world.

With its salvation.

　　It is better to sit on the sidelines.

I will witness that scene happen.

That must be a beauty that cannot be glimpsed in the world of mortals...

　　Dusk. "

If it were just a sonorous and powerful recitation at the beginning.

Then the last paragraph.

It is simply an extremely exaggerated and touching dramatic performance.

Similar tone and accent.

Matthew had only met him when he watched the stage play of The Plague King in Zeshui City.

He had a strong feeling of déjà vu.

The next second.

The man with his back turned slowly turned around and smiled in his direction.

“Lorain?”

Matthew’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But he soon realized that the person in front of him was not Luo Lan.

Although he looks very similar to Lorraine.

But there are differences in many places, and the temperaments are also different.

“You’ve done a great job, poet, what kind of reward do you want?”

Another deep voice came from the mirror.

Matthew suddenly noticed.

From the perspective of the mirror, the observer appears to be sitting on a throne.

The scene reflected on the other side of the mirror is almost exactly the same as mine.

The difference is just in the characters!

“Dear Lord Yeager, I want a Bamboo of Destiny.”

The poet who resembled Lorraine answered humbly.

“The Bamboo of Destiny? You are too greedy.”

The person on the throne seemed a little unhappy:

“Let’s change it.”

Although the poet has a good attitude, he does not give in at all in terms of remuneration:

“I just want a bamboo of destiny, I don’t want anything else.”

The people on the throne were silent for a while.

Then he said coldly:

"good."

“You will get a piece of bamboo of destiny.”

"But only after I die. This is the oracle and the contract between you and the underworld."

“You can get out now.”

The poet nodded slightly and left respectfully.

The opponent's back has not yet completely blended into the shadows.

The man on the throne sneered:

“The **** of poets?”

“What **** priesthood…”

The poet has completely gone into the shadows.

But his voice still floated over from afar:

“Correct me, Lord Yeager, he is the **** of dusk and poets.”

"There is no distinction between high and low in the priesthood. In fact, I like my current priesthood very much. At least it is more interesting than death, haha..."

The man on the throne made no sound.

after awhile.

He suddenly murmured to himself:

“It’s Xiaomai’s birthday soon. What gift should I give him?”

The words have not yet finished.

　　The mirror in front of Matthew suddenly collapsed.

The surrounding scenes quickly disappeared.

that moment.

He only felt that his heart felt lost and full of emptiness.

He stretched out his hand to grab something, and then there was a sudden pain in his palm.

Matthew lowered his head.

I found that I had a knife in my hand.