Cataclysmic Transformation

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The clear night sky is dotted with stars, shining on the quiet maple leaf town, beside the stone bridge, a thin figure is kneeling in front of the grave.

Ron ’s tears had flowed away, and he stood up suddenly, the weak, who never needed tears. [Search for the latest updates at

Thinking of the few flying and domineering aristocratic young masters, Ron's anger almost broke through the sky, and he had to shatter the other party's corpses for a long time, and there was a voice in his heart constantly crying.

"Revenge, I want revenge ..."

"Revenge for Grandpa ..."

But Ron soon deflated, revenge, simple to say, but it was not so easy to do.

Strength, no strength, not to mention that Kitley, any butler servant of Naka Manor can beat him to the ground.

Ron lowered his head in frustration. Without strength, how could he revenge?

"Hey, it would be nice if I were a magician ..." Ron said self-deprecatingly, "so that he can avenge Grandpa ..."

It is conceivable that a fifteen-year-old child, still a helpless and wandering child, said that it would be impossible to revenge. At this time, Ron had nothing but anger and self-consolation.

"Tomorrow ... Take a chance on Fenglin Ancient Road tomorrow, even if there is a glimmer of hope ..." Ron sighed. Currently, he can only do this.

"It would be nice if I met a magician ..."

At this time, a sudden voice rang in Ron's ear.

"Do you have to be a magician to get revenge?"

On this quiet night, the sudden sound made people feel horrified and startled Ron.

"Who? Who is here?"

Ron looked around, but found no figure, his heart was even more flustered.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm here ..."

After this sentence was finished, a black gas appeared in Ron's eyes, and the black gas gradually became larger, and a figure gradually emerged.

Ron was terrified by the sudden appearance of the figure. He kept retreating, and stumbled to the ground.

The old man who appeared in front of Ron. His skin was slightly pale, wearing a black magic robe, and his body was wrapped with a black air. His eyes glowed with a dark blue light, like a wolf in the wild. The silent night seemed a bit eerie and horrifying.

"Boy, don't be afraid, I'm not malicious ..." Black Shadow grinned and showed a kind smile, but in Ron's eyes, it was more terrifying than evil.

"You ... who are you?" Ron asked in horror.

"My name is Huo Meilin, the undead holy magister Huo Meilin." The old man said with a smile, "Boy, what's your name?"

"I ... my name is Ron ..." Ron asked calmly when seeing Khomelin so kind.

"You ... why are you here?"

"I am a soul body, and it will turn into a soul after death, and then stay there ..." Khomelin smiled and reached out and nodded the ring on Ron's hand, "I was awakened by your blood, so Ran out. "

"Ring?" Ron looked at the inconspicuous ring in his hand. This was a bargain bought by Grandpa Zari from a wandering businessman on his tenth birthday.

From the appearance, this ring does not have any decoration, it is a small black iron ring. In terms of shape, the cheapest ring is much better than it.

Because Ron ’s blood flowed onto the ring before it was activated, Khomelin had actually been out for a while, and he had been watching Ron.

When he knew that Ron wanted to be a magician, he couldn't help jumping out.

"Relax, Ron, I'm a soul body. I don't have the strength or the ability to hurt you ..." Seemingly felt the fear in Ron's heart, Khomelin said voluntarily.

He smiled again and continued to ask, "Ron, can you tell me where this is?"

"Uh ... Maple Town ..." Ron replied.

"Maple Leaf Town?" Khomelin frowned, a name that had never been heard before, "Where is this?"

"Maple Leaf is in the Holy Roman Empire ..." Ron added that he didn't understand.

"Holy Roman Empire?" Khomelin jumped in his heart and was the name of an unknown country.

Homelin frowned. He thought about it and asked, "Ron, do you know the Scourge Church?"

"The Scourge Church?" Ron was at a loss for the next time. "What is the Scourge Church?"

"What's going on? Even the Scourge Church doesn't know, how is it possible?" Khomelin was startled and lost his voice. "Isn't it Omros?"

"Continent of Omross? Haven't heard of ..." Ron shook his big head. "I only know that we are Noah's continent here ..."

"Continent Noah? What's going on?" Khomelin's breathing was rapid. "Did I come to another plane? What happened after I died?"

Soul was sleeping in the ring, no matter how long the time, Homelin felt it was only a moment, he did not know what happened, in fact, since Homelin died, 100,000 years have passed.

And Ron didn't know at this time. In the mythological story told by the old man in Maple Leaf Town, the continent that was lowered to punishment and abandoned by the gods was called Omros.

...

Ron had completely let go of Hommering at this time and climbed up, "Grandpa Homelin, how could you hide in this ring?"

Thinking of the past, Khomelin's lips twitched fiercely, and he will never forget that his apprentice took a potion made of "Blue Face Flower" to coax him to drink it. The potion made of this flower can temporarily lose strength. , And then killed himself with a knife. Fortunately, his soul was strong enough to abandon the body and hide in the ring. Otherwise, even the soul would be wiped out.

In the past, Khomelin was not willing to mention the sad past. Instead, he digressed and said, "Ron, I just heard that you really want to be a magician. What the **** is going on?"

Looking at Khomelin, Ron only felt kind for a while, but nothing else. Khomelin looked too much like Grandpa Zari, so kind and kind. At the beginning Ron thought Grandpa Zary was alive again.

Ron was full of grievances in his head, and he just wanted to talk to someone. He had told all of today's things to Khomelin, and when it came to emotions, he couldn't help crying.

"It turns out this way ..." Khomelin nodded and listened to Ron's words, sympathizing with Ron's experience, his eyes showing a hint of murder, "Such a person, you should kill ..."

He paused again and said, "However, Ron, if you want to avenge your grandfather, that requires strength. Without strength, only countless resentments and accusations will remain, which simply does not help ..."

Khomelin read countless people, he could see Ron's poverty at a glance, and revenge was harder for him.

"So I really want to be a magician ..." Ron said firmly in his eyes. "As long as I become a magician, I can avenge my grandfather ..."

Homelin chuckled, "Ron, to get revenge, you don't have to be a magician ..."

Ron heard something in this sentence. He looked at Homelin carefully and said with a hint of joy, "Grandpa Homelin, don't you say ... Are you a magician? Are you wearing a magic robe?" "

He regarded Homer's Necromancer Robe as a magic robe.

Khomelin nodded with a smile, "Yes, but I'm not a magician, I'm Khomelin, the Necromancer of the Necromancer, and he belongs to the Scourge Church-the Temple of the Undead ..."

Ron was dumbfounded, "What? Are you not a magician?"

"Although I am not a magician, I am a necromancer ..."

"Ah?" Ron's eyes gradually dimmed, and the hope that had just ignited in his heart was ruthlessly broken.

Looking at Ron's expression, Khomelin was slightly dissatisfied with @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html, he glared at him, "Why? Look down on me Necromancer? Tell you, when I was still Necromancer, I did n’t know How many magicians died in my hands, and you did n’t know where at that time ... "

Ron asked, tilting his neck. "Grandpa Khomelin, would you say that your Necromancer is more powerful than a magician?"

"Of course ..." Khomelin blew his beard and glared at his eyes. He didn't want anyone else to resist his undead magic. If he were still a soul body, a big ear scraper would have passed.

"Greater than a fire magician?" Ron continued to ask.

"Of course ..." Khomelin replied proudly.

"Greater than an earth magician?"

"of course……"

"Greater than a water magician?"

"of course……"

"..."

"Bragging ..." Ron listened and finally came to a conclusion.

"You ..." Khomelin was almost mad, he pointed at Ron, trembling and speechless, and his beard was moved with anger.

Seeing the stubborn Ron, Khomelin could not help defeating, what is it called? The ignorant are fearless.

He thought for a while, his eyes rolled back, and he softened and said, "Ron, so, if you are willing to learn undead magic with me, I will consider teaching you ..."

"I'm not learning magic ...." Ron shook his head. "You can't take revenge after learning, it's useless ..."

If the people in the former Omros continent heard it, it would probably shock their chin. The undead holy magister Khomelin personally took the disciples. I am afraid that half the continent has become a sensation. Even if I queued up, I would be afraid that it would be ten streets. They had to whisper to accept the disciples, but the other party did not accept it.

"Ah?" Khomein was stunned and shook his head helplessly. "That Ron, what on earth do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn magic ... well, it's better to be a fire magic ..." Ron said excitedly after thinking about it, "A water system, an earth system or whatever ..."

As Ron spoke, he began to imitate the spellcasting of the female magician he had seen before.

"The fire hidden deep in hell, accept my call, burn my enemies ..., go, fireball !!"

I have to say that Ron's movements are extremely in place, and it seems that he has gone through many times of practice, but besides the movements, it is not a spark.

"Grandpa Homelin, will you do this?"

"I do not know……"

Homelin felt that he was completely defeated. He didn't pay attention to this **** fireball technique. He sent out bone spurs and killed the opponent. But then again, Homelin really doesn't know how to fireball. .

However, Khomelin also had no choice. Because Ron's blood was dripping onto the ring, he felt that his soul had been connected with Ron, and he had to rely on Ron if he wanted to regain his body.

"Grandpa Khomelin, do you have any friends who are magicians? Would you ask him to teach me okay ..." Ron raised his smile, trying to shake Khomelin's hand, but thought he grabbed an empty space. Soul body.

"Magician?" Khomelin glanced at him angrily, thinking that in this unknown bird continent, I am still a soul body and know a fart magician.

Khomelin took a deep breath, calmed his excitement, softened his tone, and prepared to further coax Ron to learn the magic of the undead, his face suddenly changed, trembling.

"Ron, do you have any enemies? Someone came straight here, as if ... came to you!"