Beast Summoner

"What? The Witch King is a necromancer? How is that possible? He is not good at using necromancy elements!" Li Zhenbang looked at the soul necromancer in surprise.

I think Omega said that the Witch King was not a necromancer at the beginning, and he believed that Omega would not talk nonsense, but the fact that the Witch King was a necromancer came from the mouth of a necromancer, so the credibility was quite high.

Li Zhenbang believed that the Soul Necromancer did not lie to him because he misunderstood that he was a Necromancer, so there was no need to lie to himself.

"What's impossible? It's just that what the Witch King is good at is not the use of necromancy, but the research." The Soul Necromancer shrugged his shoulders, and he was not surprised by Li Zhenbang's reaction.

"If he's not good at using necromancy, then what is he? Isn't he a necromancer?" Li Zhenbang asked doubtfully.

"Of course he is not a necromancer. If I must say it, he should be regarded as a warrior who knows some necromancy magic." The soul necromancer may be trying to get ghosts, so he knows everything about Li Zhenbang's problems.

"Then isn't he almost the same as the Templar Knight of the Holy Holy See?" Li Zhenbang was somewhat relieved. He could still accept the statement of the Soul Necromancer.

"Hmph! How can trash like the Templars be compared with our magic warriors?" The soul necromancer snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain.

"You've stayed here for so long, don't tell me that you like it here and want to live your life here?" Li Zhenbang was not a member of the Holy See, so naturally he was too lazy to argue about who was stronger and who was weaker. It had nothing to do with him anyway.

The soul necromancer was very satisfied when he saw that Li Zhenbang did not refute. As a necromancer, he must believe that necromancy is the greatest magic and the God of Death is the only true god!

Originally, Li Zhenbang could control undead creatures, so he had already asked the Soul Necromancer to confirm Li Zhenbang's identity. Now that he sees Li Zhenbang's performance, he is even more confident that his judgment will not be wrong.

"Of course not. As I said, I have been preparing here to be promoted to the Holy Mage of the Undead. Haven't you seen a lot of wolf monsters around here before? They are all kept in captivity by me!"

"It's just that a giant dragon appeared here inexplicably not long ago, scaring away all these monsters. Otherwise, how could you have come here so easily." The soul necromancer said through gritted teeth, feeling full for that beast.

The giant dragon was very angry.

"What? A giant dragon?" Li Zhenbang looked around in a panic, as if he was afraid that a giant dragon would emerge from somewhere.

"You are too timid. It's just a giant dragon. As for scaring you like this?" the soul necromancer said with disdain.

"That's a giant dragon! The dragon hates the necromancers with all their heart. Aren't you afraid?" Li Zhenbang's voice was trembling, as if he was very afraid.

"Hmph! It's just a giant dragon, what's the big deal? He was running fast at that time. When I came out, there was no trace of him. Otherwise, if I touched him, I would have to make him an undead puppet!" Soul Undead Magic

The teacher said proudly.

Li Zhenbang curled his lips and thought to himself: It sounds like the truth. If I hadn't used a ghost to seduce you, I'm afraid you would still be hiding in the body of a certain wolf monster!

Although Li Zhenbang thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it with his mouth. He had to try his best to get something useful out of the soul necromancer's mouth.

It is not too difficult to kill or even capture the soul necromancer alive now, but it is not easy to make him tell the truth after catching him.

The strength of the ghost is too low, and it is not at the same level as the soul necromancer. It is impossible to pose a threat to him.

Necromancers are often not afraid of death. Strictly speaking, if death is determined by physical death, many necromancers have died before, and may even have died many times.

Take the soul necromancer in front of you as an example. What survives now is his soul. He no longer has a body. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already dead.

Even if you threaten the death of the soul, you may not get the desired effect. After all, the necromancers believe in the God of Death. Death is not a threat to them, but a kind of relief.

What really scares them is probably the torture that makes them worse than death, and the fact that a lifetime of cultivation has become someone else's wedding dress. However, Li Zhenbang is currently unable to do either of these two situations.

Qiongqi was still in a coma, so naturally he couldn't absorb the energy of the necromancer. The level of the ghost was too low. If he dared to absorb it rashly, he might be countered by the necromancer, and then the gain would outweigh the loss.

"What? You don't believe it?" The soul necromancer's eyes widened, and his tone was somewhat unkind.

"Uh... No, no, I believe it, I absolutely believe it." Li Zhenbang first shook his head like a rattle, and then nodded vigorously to express his agreement.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The soul necromancer curled his lips disdainfully, and he couldn't see Li Zhenbang's perfunctory behavior.

However, he also knew in his heart that he was indeed bragging. It was impossible to deal with a healthy adult dragon without the strength of the Holy Mage of the Undead.

"Have you been to... recently?" Li Zhenbang hesitated. He wanted to ask if he had been to the Divine Mansion or the Misty Swamp, but he was afraid that if he called it by the wrong name, he would be directly exposed.

"Where have you been?" Seeing Li Zhenbang's hesitant expression, the soul necromancer frowned and asked.

"Have you ever heard about spirits?" Li Zhenbang suddenly had an idea in his mind and remembered that his second sister Li Ruoxing had heard a conversation between necromancers and called Li Ruoyue a spirit, so he blurted out.

"I didn't expect you to know about spirits. It seems you are not a simple person!" The soul necromancer couldn't help but look at Li Zhenbang again.

The spirit body is actually the Saint of the Undead, and Jinguang City is not a place where information is blocked. The undead tribe found the Saint. As a powerful undead magician, he naturally got the news, but he did not have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

In order to protect the Saint, the Necromancer has blocked information internally, and only those with a certain level of strength will know about it.

Since finding the Saint, the actions of the necromancers have become extremely low-key. The outside world has basically lost sight of the necromancers, and there is no news of the necromancers showing up. It is as if all the necromancers have disappeared out of thin air.

Although there are rumors of necromancers in Jin Guangcheng, they are all fabricated by those on the arrest team in order to earn commissions. In fact, necromancers have never had contact with Meng Tingan.

Li Zhenbang looked at the soul necromancer with a smile. He looked neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was really a person.

"What do you mean?" The soul necromancer felt a little displeased and frowned. This guy asked himself this, does he feel that he is not qualified to know this matter?

"I just don't know much, so I wanted to ask to see how much you know." Li Zhenbang saw the look of the soul necromancer and hurriedly explained.

"Oh, it looks like this!" The soul necromancer nodded. He probably heard something, but didn't know the details and wanted to know something specific.

When Li Zhenbang told about the spirit body, the soul necromancer had already looked at Li Zhenbang with admiration.

In addition, Li Zhenbang has an undead creature with considerable strength, and is accompanied by a golden warrior, as well as two people who even he can't see through. Naturally, he has already concluded that Li Zhenbang is not a simple person. Even if he is not a certain person,

A direct descendant of a large family of necromancers, I'm afraid they also have some connections.

You must know that although his strength is close to that of the Holy Mage of the Undead, he has not gotten himself an undead creature so far. The reason is because he has no background. If it weren't for his decent strength, he might not even have the spirit body.

He will not be notified of the matter.

"The spirit body is actually the saint of our necromancer, which is similar to the saint of the Holy See. It's just that the saint of the Holy See is designated, and our saint may exist in any corner of the world."

"Once our saint's potential is stimulated, she will be much more powerful than the saints of the Holy Church! The God of Death is the almighty god, and the God of Light is not worthy of even the God of Death!" The soul necromancer insisted.

He raised his chest, his eyes were shining, and his tone was full of awe.

"This... you don't need to tell me about the saint, I know everything. I just want to know where the saint is now, how she is doing, and has her potential been stimulated?" Li Zhenbang asked nervously.

Li Zhenbang has no interest in any bullshit about whether the saints are strong or weak. What he is most concerned about now is what happened to his eldest sister Li Ruoyue.

"You really don't know anything?" The soul necromancer looked at Li Zhenbang suspiciously.

"Do I have to know? If I knew, would I still ask you? You don't like to talk! Ghost, let's go!" Li Zhenbang was very annoyed and turned to leave.

"Don't... don't leave!" How could the soul necromancer just watch the ghost leave? This was what he needed to save his life when he failed to advance to the Holy Mage of the Dead.

You must know that necromancers are inherently defiant, and the failure rate to advance to the Holy Mage of the Undead is extremely high. Many necromancers will not try to advance unless they have to.

If there are undead creatures around when you advance, and if you fail to advance, there is still a certain chance that you can transfer your spiritual power to the undead creatures to escape the disaster.

"Then will you tell me?" Li Zhenbang stopped, turned around, and looked at the soul necromancer calmly.