A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 448 Clues to the Rootless River

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 “Faded Dragon?”

 There was a solemn look in Matthew's eyes.

This guy is one of the four giants in the ancient land, on equal footing with the Beholder Sword Master, God Eater Queen and the Final Giant.

　　Unexpectedly, the second ticket would fall into his hands.

But Matthew could only see the shadow of the Fading Dragon himself next to the silver pillar rising into the sky.

  But did not see the existence of the God Eater Queen and the Final Titan.

I don’t know where the two of them went.

 Considering that Tyrast appeared together with the Beholder Sword Master, those who were originally with him were also missing.

Matthew suspected that during the process of entering the Blood Drinking Mountain.

 There was a wave of friction between Tyrast and his group and the powerful men of the Ancient Land.

 Most of the people then dispersed among themselves.

 But there is a high probability that they have all entered the ancient city of Krafa, and may appear next to the whirlpool competing for tickets to the Lost Paradise at any time.

pity.

Tarast is currently fighting a fierce battle in the Kingdom of Darkness.

The Beholder Sword Master is also comprehending the true meaning of Tyrast's swordsmanship.

Matthew had no way of testing his conjecture.

From another perspective, the second ticket appeared faster than Matthew expected.

No one knows whether the third ticket will appear immediately.

 This means that Paradise Lost may open at any time.

  The atmosphere in the ancient city of Krafa will also become more tense and intense.

 Everyone is waiting for that moment.

 But no one can know the specific information of the third ticket.

 All we can do is wait for fate to come.

 It depends a bit on luck.

"It's not necessarily luck. If my guess is correct, then everyone came here under the call of Paradise Lost."

“The spirit of Paradise Lost must have some prior understanding of everyone.”

“Even more extreme, he may already have a standard answer in mind for who will be selected to enter Paradise Lost, but due to the rules, he needs to go through some procedures..."

 Matthew thought calmly.

  He recalled the scene when he was talking to the little boy, although the other person seemed very reluctant and said very mean words when handing him the golden ticket.

  But judging from the results.

 The golden ticket fell into his own hands.

Although Matthew gave away the tickets again, the power to decide who owned the tickets was still in his hands for a time.

 This is actually a hint.

“If I was overthinking it, then the fact that the ticket fell into my hands for a time also shows that I am the one chosen by fate..."

 Matthew had a feeling.

 Since the equilibrium node was solidified in his body, his luck seems to be getting better and better.

 He can always make more correct judgments.

 He even had the illusion that -

 It is not by observing the equilibrium nodes that one makes a choice to suit the direction of destiny;

 It is precisely because I have made such a choice that the long river of fate flows in the direction I have chosen...

 It seems to be a bit swollen.

Matthew took a deep breath and quickly dispelled the illusion that "everything is under control" in his mind.

“So what if you’re lucky? If you don’t have enough strength, why don’t you just give up the ticket to Terraste?”

“Although Tyrast will most likely not treat him badly, the final decision-making power can only be handed over to others..."

Think about it this way.

Matthew's thoughts became calm again.

“Human beings are indeed creatures that are easily complacent, and they are so powerful..."

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

But he also knew very well that it was impossible not to be distorted by extraordinary power.

 As long as you exercise appropriate restraint, you can maintain possible deviations within an acceptable range.

  Temperance is a key element.

 It is a symbol of people's ability to control extraordinary power, otherwise they will get lost in the power itself and gradually lose all humanity.

  In addition to moderation.

 Matthew also once worried whether his methods were becoming more and more evil—

 Soul Siphon, Dark Servant, Blood Evaporation, Qumran Blood Book…

These abilities or spells are considered by ordinary people to be out-and-out standard equipment for villains.

 They look so evil and powerful.

 As if the very existence of these means is a sin.

But when Matthew asked himself, "Have I done something wrong?", the answer he got was of course no.

“There is no need to care about other people’s eyes, just focus on what you want to do.”

 He composed himself.

 Then he took out a blank sheepskin scroll and spread it out on the workbench that he summoned at random.

 Then Matthew took a quill and dipped it in the ink made from the blood of the wyvern.

 He quickly wrote lines of magic words on the scroll.

These magical words form an oval-shaped sign.

 The middle of the oval is blank.

finally.

  Matthew wrote the following four words in the blank spaces—

  Temperance;

 Compassion;

 Tolerance;

 Peace.

 The next second.

 He recited the incantation silently, and the four words emitted a strong and dazzling magical light.

　　followed by.

 The scroll automatically burned and turned into wisps of faint fragrance, which lingered around Matthew.

 He felt that his mood had become more peaceful.

　　Areas that had been vaguely shaky before have become stable again.

 “Psychic spells are still somewhat useful…”

A few minutes later.

Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead and realized that he had passed another small difficulty without realizing it.

 This little trick in the field of illusion is considered by mages to be one of the typical deceptions.

 Matthew also felt that this spell had no effect before.

 But this time.

 He unexpectedly felt the power that inspired him.

 It was that power that made him calmer and repaired some minor mental wounds.

 “The mind is powerful, just as faith is powerful.”

“Magics don’t pay attention to the inner world, cannot explore spiritual energy, and their awareness of the spiritual world only remains at the level of illusion and divine magic. This is somewhat of a pity..."

Matthew thought quietly.

 On the data column.

 …

 Hint: You have withstood a slight backlash from the authority of the "Lord of the Minotaurs".

 Your control over the tauren realm and its associated authorities grows deeper!

 You have successfully transformed a legendary strongman into your own slave. With the help of more factors, your tauren authority has been optimized as follows—

  1. Immobile: The effects of all your immobilizing spells or abilities are increased by 50%;

 The effects of all control spells or abilities are increased by 20%.

  2. Domain penetration: The speed and depth of the tauren domain’s penetration into other domains have been significantly improved.

  3. Firm will: Your ability to resist the invasion of other people's realms is greatly improved.

 Hint: The authority of the Tauren Lord resonates strongly with the soul realm.

 You have gained the authority derived ability "Soul Pulse"!

Soul Pulse: Create a negative energy vortex aimed at the soul, and then the center of the vortex emits three rounds of pulse ripples to the surroundings.

The unit hit by the pulse ripple will have part of its soul sucked into the magic ball at the center of the vortex. The more times the unit is hit by the pulse ripple, the more souls will be sucked in.

 The orb will last for 30~180 seconds.

 During this period, you can choose between two actions—

  1. Detonate the orb: All units whose souls are sucked will suffer varying degrees of soul trauma, and their souls will suffer the "vulnerable" effect for a period of time.

That is, when you use abilities or spells such as "Soul Siphon, Spirit Piercing, Bone Crushing Wail", their souls will suffer an additional 50% damage.

 Used in conjunction with the authority of the soul realm, it will produce stronger effects.

2. Exile the sphere: You can exile the sphere to any visible range. All units will be forced to move a certain distance towards the location of the sphere. After that, they must get close to the sphere as quickly as possible to retrieve their souls. Participate, or they will suffer the equivalent of "detonating the orb."

　　Warning: Your soul realm has slightly shrunk and collapsed, and part of it has been occupied by the tauren realm.

　　Warning: Your tauren authority is invading more areas! "

 …

 “Soul Pulse is a good ability.”

“But the tauren realm seems to be becoming more and more domineering.”

 Through perception.

Matthew can see that his current tauren domain is like an old tree with entangled roots. Its root system has penetrated deeply into other domains and has a tendency to spread in all directions.

 Benefit from this.

The authority of the Lord of the Tauren also pierces everywhere.

 Elements from all fields are now slowly concentrating on the tauren field.

This is actually not a good phenomenon!

 Because in comparison, the balanced field that exists at the bottom of all fields seems a bit too weak.

 At least in front of the tauren realm.

 Equilibrium is nothing at all!

 “My domain system is out of balance…”

  Matthew realized the seriousness of the situation.

 Mainly because he didn’t expect that the tauren field would develop so fast!

fine.

 This field is currently only owned by him.

Even if there are signs of imbalance, as the master of the domain, he can easily regain authority and avoid the opponent's backlash.

  But take a long-term perspective.

 This is always a hidden danger.

“The framework of the tauren realm over all realms is okay.”

“Today, this realm has nothing to do with the ‘tauren’. It is the king of the realm that integrates my will.”

“The only thing that needs to be solved is the problem of over-penetration. Because there is a lack of opponents that can balance it, it is not only difficult to support other fields to fight it, but it is also not good for my own future development.”

 Matthew's thoughts were moving very fast.

The best way is to continue to strengthen the balance area, and then lead other areas to resist the invasion from the tauren.

This kind of resistance is not in an absolute sense, but a kind of resistance that resists and welcomes, and seems to be non-existent.

 It can promote common progress in all fields to a certain extent.

 But it is not that easy to improve the balance field.

 Matthew has reached a bottleneck in writing balanced contracts.

 Want to go further.

 The most intuitive and simple method is to increase the level of the Balance Messenger.

 And want to achieve this goal.

The book of twisted equilibrium in Sen'er's hand is indispensable.

 The thought of seeking skinship with Sener.

 Matthew has a headache.

This guy really has no credibility at all. The only good news is that he was injured by himself.

This shows that the legendary rogue still has great limitations.

 As long as it is handled properly.

Matthew still has a chance to get the book from the other party.

 In the midst of thoughts.

 Matthew quickly turned back to the Beholder Sword Master to take a look.

 The sword master is safe and sound.

at the same time.

 There was extremely strong phase power rippling around him—

The phase power that overflowed when Tyrast drew his sword seemed to be sucked into the side by the Beholder Sword Master.

This is the first time Matthew has felt such a deep phase atmosphere.

 He tried to understand its meaning.

But he soon realized that he was wishful thinking.

“Sure enough, ether and phase are incompatible.”

 Matthew was a little regretful.

Soon, he couldn’t help but urge A Bing:

 “How about you also go and understand it?”

A Bing was stunned for a moment.

 Soon.

 His stupid and beautiful face showed a confused look.

However, he still followed Matthew's instructions and came to sit down cross-legged next to the Beholder Sword Master.

soon.

A Bing closed his eyes and his breath became very peaceful.

Matthew observed for a while and couldn’t help but ask Peggy:

 “Do you think he’s enlightened?”

Peggy glanced at A Bing who was motionless:

"he has slept."

  Matthew: “…”

 Sure enough, even after becoming a double-sword sage, A Bing’s intelligence still cannot be trusted!

  Matthew checked the surrounding situation.

 Then he thought that time was almost up, so he followed the direction sensed by "Quinlan Blood Book" and walked over slowly.

 …

 At the edge of the market area.

 Next to a half-collapsed troll statue.

Little Ingram looked gloomily at the Black Dragon Legion that had surrounded him heavily.

 At this moment.

 The scales on all the black dragons opened upward, and bursts of white steam came out from inside.

 Their eyeballs are more swollen than before and filled with a lot of bloodshot eyes.

The black dragons' panting sounds were also louder than usual.

 For this anomaly.

Little Ingram is all too familiar -

This is Ordesia using secret methods to burn the vitality of the black dragons, thereby greatly enhancing their combat effectiveness and mobility!

 He knew how much Ordesia loved her children.

 In the past.

 Not until the last resort.

 She will never use this secret method of catching fish from the lake.

 It can be done now.

　In order to catch up with herself and to surround herself, she did it without hesitation!

Little Ingram's chest felt as if a big stone was pressed on his chest.

 He felt a little out of breath.

  What's more terrible is.

 He can feel that the Blood Angel is constantly draining his mana and concentration!

This made him appear particularly passive when facing Ordesia's attack.

 The huge sense of crisis made him go a little crazy:

"Why?"

 “Why are you chasing me so hard?”

“Have you forgotten that we were companions who fought side by side?”

 He couldn't help but asked loudly. Ordesia looked at the other party with cold eyes.

 She did not answer Little Ingram's words, she just ordered her black dragons to launch a more violent attack!

 “I know you are not really controlled by him!”

Little Ingram roared at the top of his lungs:

“He was the one who gave you the order to hunt me down, right?”

 “He controlled your soul, and that’s why you did such a crazy thing.”

 “It must be… it must be!”

 “There must be some way around his control over you…”

However, I heard this.

The mother of the black dragon, who always had a straight face, actually opened her mouth on her own initiative.

 She said calmly:

 “No, it’s not.”

 “He didn’t give me any instructions.”

 “I came to hunt you voluntarily.”

Little Ingram suddenly showed an expression of disbelief:

"Why?"

 “Can’t you just let me go?”

 “I will find a way to save you until Ulmas…”

 His words were interrupted mercilessly by Ordesia:

 “Put away your pretentious pretense!”

 “You can’t save anyone!”

 “You can’t protect anyone!”

“Leon is dead, my soul is almost permanently exiled, and your so-called Blood Angel was beaten to death by an old elf man!”

 “I really shouldn’t believe your nonsense.”

 “Face your fate, little Ingram, you’re a loser!”

 Little Ingram's face showed strong unwillingness.

 But at this time.

Ordesia suddenly roared, and red flames ignited on her body, followed by her signature magic-sealing ball and the coordinated attack of the four most powerful black dragons!

The elemental legion's defense line was torn open with a big hole.

 Even if there are great elemental elders trying to make up for it.

 But in the face of the attack of the Black Dragon Mother, she regarded death as if she were going home.

 The elemental beings retreated.

five minutes later.

 A headless corpse fell to the ground in a state of disgrace.

But his head was held up by his hair with one hand by Ordesia and hung in the air.

 Tick tock tick.

The blood falls as precisely as a timed drop of water.

 However, even if the family is separated.

Little Ingram did not die immediately.

He just stared at those eyes and murmured as if he was still staring at death:

"Why?"

"Why?"

 Looking at that handsome but pitiful face.

 A rare tenderness flashed across Ordesia's cold face.

 She bent down and whispered in his ear:

"do you know?

 I used to like you—

 I like your high-spiritedness.

Like your ambition.

I also like the gentle and domineering look in your eyes when you secretly look at me..."

 Hear this.

 Little Ingram seemed to come to life.

 But his eyes soon became extremely vicious:

"Why?"

 “Then why do you do this to me?”

Ordesia gently stroked his head, and then buried it firmly in her chest, as if whispering to her lover:

 “Because you have seen me in my most embarrassing and humble state.”

　　"You know? When I was exiled, how much I wished that the person who appeared in front of me was you, but it's a pity..."

 “If you can kill Matthew, then I am yours.”

“Otherwise this is the ending, I will kill you and then become Matthew’s person... No, I am already his, haven’t you understood yet?”

As she spoke, she chuckled:

“There is only one person in this world who can witness my weakness and humility.”

 “Now, that man is Matthew.”

 “So, you must die…”

 The next second.

 She made claw-like movements on the left and right sides, pressing them on little Ingram's facial features, and black lines spread out from her palms.

Little Ingram wailed violently for a while.

 Then there was no sound.

 After doing all this, Ordesia stood there blankly.

 A tear fell on little Ingram's head.

 She wiped away her tears with an unnatural smile on her face.

  It can be used in the next second.

 The head in her arms actually moved!

 Ordesia lowered her head in surprise.

Only found that not only the head, but also the headless body of little Ingram stood up from the ground!

 After a while.

 She looked to the side belatedly.

over there.

The handsome and somewhat incredible necromancer was walking towards her.

Do not know why.

A slightly sickly blush appeared on Ordesia's face, which had just wiped away her tears.

  But quickly.

  She realized with dismay.

  Matthew's attention was not on her.

　　seems to compare to myself.

  Matthew is more concerned about...

 Little Ingram?

Ordesia couldn't help biting her lip. She glared at Matthew hatefully, and then silently stepped aside.

 Matthew was indeed more concerned about the state of little Ingram's body.

 Because when he used the summoning of the dead to resurrect little Ingram, he unexpectedly discovered that the soul of the other party had disappeared!

But very quickly.

Matthew successfully found the other party’s soul hidden in a Horcrux he carried with him—

 This may be a bit difficult for ordinary necromancers.

 But for Matthew, who has a sense of balance, it is as simple as going home for dinner.

soon.

 He extracted the other party's soul from the Horcrux.

"let me go!"

“You have already taken possession of my body, do you still want to blaspheme my soul?”

Little Ingram glared at Matthew.

Matthew raised his eyebrows:

“Given your current situation, do you think it’s appropriate to continue yelling at me?”

Little Ingram said bitterly:

 “Then don’t expect me to give in to you like that bitch!”

 “I should have seen through her nature.”

“She is just a capable person. Let’s wait and see. Sooner or later, she will betray you without hesitation...”

 Ordesia's face was ashen.

But under Matthew's shock, she did not dare to make any overstep.

Matthew said calmly:

 “I don’t deny that I am somewhat interested in you.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can squander my patience at will.”

 “Listen, I have a soul contract here…”

 However, he was not finished yet.

 A small crack appeared in the back of little Ingram's soul.

Whoosh!

There was a huge attraction coming from the crack, and it actually sucked in most of his soul!

 “No, no, no, save me!”

Little Ingram seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and the facial features in his soul were instantly distorted into a ball:

 “I sign, I sign!”

 “Give me the contract! You are my master...ah!”

 The words have not yet finished.

 His soul was completely sucked into the crack.

　　followed by.

 Even Matthew and Ordesia were seriously affected!

 Fortunately, Matthew responded very quickly.

He grasped the divinity with one hand, picked up the killing sword with the other, and stabbed towards the crack!

 The latter shrank violently and then disappeared immediately.

 Matthew looked down.

On the tip of the Sword of Killing, there is a drop of black blood crystal!

 “This is also the classic way of death for a summoner...”

According to incomplete statistics.

 At least half of the summoners in the history of Irondor died from powerful beings they had summoned that were completely uncontrollable.

The remaining one-fourth died from summons summoned by oneself that could have been controlled but suddenly went out of control.

 The special power system determines that this profession cannot be inherited and handed over perfectly.

 Otherwise it will be difficult to end well.

 Matthew couldn't help but shook his head.

 Obvious.

Little Ingram's soul was eaten alive by the Blood Angel Ulmas he summoned.

 This can also be inferred from the side.

 The battle in the Kingdom of Darkness was far from going as smoothly as little Ingram expected.

Pity…

 Matthew is quite interested in the summoner system.

If little Ingram had agreed earlier and completed the signing of the contract, Matthew might have been able to keep him.

 And now.

 He can only think of ways to squeeze more oil and water out of the opponent's corpse.

 This is much less efficient than interrogating the soul.

 Compared to Matthew's loss.

 Ordesia seemed much happier.

 After the complete death of little Ingram.

 She breathed a long sigh of relief, and even her eyes became much brighter and more charming.

 “Where are the elders of the four elements?”

 “What about those elemental beings?”

Matthew asked casually while inspecting the body of little Ingram.

Ordesia replied:

“In the contract between the elemental life and the summoner, they are not obliged to serve little Ingram until death.”

“A group of elements have died in your hands before, so many elemental beings have the intention to retreat. After I killed little Ingram, they all fled in all directions.”

“Elemental life is like this, it’s hard for them to be loyal…”

 Matthew nodded slightly:

 “Is your black dragon okay?”

Ordesia felt warm in her heart:

"fine."

 “I will take good care of them.”

 Subsequently.

She looked at Matthew, who was focusing on touching the body, and suddenly said softly:

"Owner…"

 “Can I just call you by your first name?”

Matthew replied without turning his head:

"Can't."

A few tears suddenly appeared on the edge of Ordesia's eyes.

She looks so pitiful that one cannot help but hold her in her arms and pity her deeply.

 But Matthew did not accept this trick at all.

The Mother of Black Dragons is indeed somewhat beautiful, but she is far inferior to Sif.

 Her charm is entirely supported by her figure and temperament.

Matthew had been willing to look at her a few more times before.

  But after being tamed with the Blood Book of Qumran.

 He lost all interest.

Compared with Ordesia herself, Matthew is more interested in the black dragons under her:

 “How did you breed so many strong black dragons?”

“Your nickname is the Mother of Black Dragons. Could it be that you gave birth to them all?”

 Ordesia hesitated.

 Then she nodded slightly:

 “I gave birth to them all.”

Matthew was shocked.

 He looked up and down at Ordesia. Although this woman was 1.9 meters tall and had a first-class figure, wasn't it too exaggerated to be a black dragon?

 “Well, how exactly did you do it?”

“I know you are a warlock, can you become a black dragon?”

Matthew became interested and couldn't help but inquire more about it.

Odesia noticed the enthusiasm in Matthew's eyes, and his expression became a little strange.

 She said thoughtfully:

"I can indeed turn into a black dragon for a short period of time, but it has no fighting power and it won't last long."

 “My babies were all born to me in human form.”

“Well, all I give birth to are dragon eggs, and subsequent hatching requires a dedicated dragon breeding farm…”

 Matthew became more interested:

“Since you are the mother of the black dragons, what about the father of the black dragons?”

Ordesia blushed:

"No."

 “I...I’m still a virgin.”

Matthew frowned:

 “I don’t care about this.”

 “So you reproduce parthenogenously?”

　Ordesia shook her head:

  “Nor.”

“It’s quite complicated to say, and I haven’t been able to figure out the principle behind this ability myself.”

“Many years ago, I was hunted by enemies and eventually escaped to a very strange area. It could be said that there was no life in that area and no grass could grow.”

“I walked through it and finally came to a river. The river felt very mysterious and ancient.”

“To satisfy my hunger, I ate some fruits and leaves that grew by the river.”

"After I left there, I discovered that I had the ability to lay dragon eggs..."

“Because I have the power of the black dragon in my blood, all my children will be black dragons.”

“If the power of other dragons is injected into my blood, I think I will have a chance to give birth to other true dragons..."

“But every time I lay eggs for breeding, it will cause huge consumption and burden for me..."

Ordesia explained carefully.

 She originally thought that Matthew would be more interested in her body that could lay dragon eggs.

Who would have known that the first question the other person would ask would be:

 “Can you still find the river now?”

Ordesia thought for a while:

"uncertain."

 “But I can try…”

Matthew glanced at the data column.

 …

 Hint: You have obtained the "Clue of the Rootless River" (Sword of Thorns)!"

 …

 (End of this chapter)