Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Early in the morning, the old hunter Pierce came to the foot of the densely wooded Jackdaw Ridge as usual.

Today was his last hunt before this winter.

There was still time to harvest a batch of high-quality animal furs for winter before moving to Grizzly Castle for the winter.

He didn't want to go too deep into the mountains to avoid delaying his return or encountering black bears that had not yet hibernated.

Pierce first checked the traps and snares he had set a week ago based on the marks he had left before.

Fortunately, a gray wolf that was obviously still in its prime fell under the trap and was not intercepted by other predators.

After peeling off the smooth and thick wolf skin neatly, Pierce whistled happily and picked off a wolf leg meat, and lunch was settled.

The hound barked loudly not far away, reminding the old hunter that he had found new traces of wild animals.

"Wolf den?" Pierce found that the hound stood at the entrance of the cave and kept barking, but did not go in.

This means that there is a female wolf in the den.

Pierce quietly touched the side of the den, took out a flint and lit a bunch of hay, and threw it in.

He held a short knife in his mouth, held down the restless hound, and hid aside with his hands holding the hunting bow.

After waiting for a long time, the smoke from the burning hay had dissipated, but the she-wolf still did not come out of the den.

Pierce frowned slightly, slowly walked to the wolf den and looked inside.

A she-wolf with dull fur and bony bones was staring at a pair of fluorescent green eyes, staring at the hunter and growling in a low voice.

Under the belly of the she-wolf, several fat wolf cubs were burrowing around, as if they wanted to avoid the smoke under their mother's thick hair.

Pierce was stunned for a moment, and slowly backed out of the wolf den.

"Old buddy, let's go." The hunter grabbed the hound that refused to give up and moved away from the hunting area.

…

In the valley, there were more than a dozen wolf corpses that had been skinned in a clumsy way, lying in all directions, and the scene was extremely bloody.

As soon as Pierce saw this scene, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Unlike the methods of the hunter friends he was familiar with, the hunting team of the nobles had already arrived at Grizzly Castle.

Who else in this forest could have the ability to hunt a whole pack of wolves.

The hound sniffed in the wind with its nose raised, making a low whine of anxiety.

In fact, there was no need for the hound to remind him, because the faint fishy smell in the air that was obviously not from the wolf corpse had been detected by Pierce.

Whoosh~

A rough bone short spear broke through the air, pierced the hound through, and nailed it to the ground.

Pierce didn't care about the heartache, and subconsciously rolled over and threw himself behind a thick tree to hide.

The hound was still alive, kicking its legs and wailing a few times.

The fishy smell became stronger.

The hunter behind the tree poked his head out slightly to observe, and his pupils shrank instantly.

Two humanoid creatures wearing filthy and broken bone armor, tall and strong, but with twisted and swollen heads like beasts.

Slowly walked out of the bushes, squatted in front of the hound, took out a flint dagger, and stabbed the hound's neck fiercely.

Puff! Pierce closed his eyes reluctantly, and a deep fear rose in his heart.

It's the evil orcs! The evil orcs are coming!

The breeze blew through the forest, bringing the leaves to shake.

The standing evil orc seemed to notice something, slightly raised his nose, and looked around vigilantly.

Not good! Pierce realized the problem, he looked down at the fresh wolf leg hanging on his waist.

With a thump, a bone spear pierced into the tree where the hunter was hiding, with great force, almost penetrating the trunk.

Without any hesitation, Pierce jumped up and ran into the depths of the woods without looking back.

There were patrols in the town that had not yet left.

As long as he could escape to the vicinity of the town, he would have a glimmer of hope for survival.

He also had to pass on the news that the evil orcs had entered Jackdaw Ridge in advance to the town's spellcasters and noble lords.

Otherwise, many civilians who did not have time to evacuate would die.

While running wildly, Pierce felt a shock in his waist, and then a burning pain spread from there to his chest.

He subconsciously glanced at the source of the pain and found a deep wound on his waist, which was rapidly oozing blood from the torn clothes.

The heavy breathing of the beast came from behind, getting closer and closer.

The hunter took off the fur on his shoulders, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the familiar river at the foot of the mountain at a faster speed.

...

Harvey's laboratory manor.

Reiner sat on a special metal bench, holding up the literacy booklet that Harvey had compiled for him, and reading it word by word.

Since he was transformed into an alchemical life, his memory has far surpassed that of a human.

He can memorize a booklet by heart just by turning it over and over several times, which makes Harvey envious.

"Sir, after learning these words, can I also communicate and learn with those masters in your forum?"

Harvey laughed and shook his head, "That's not enough, you still have to start from the most basic theory of necromancy."

No mistakes in one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, and one look!

Reiner sighed with longing: "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to become a master wizard."

He took off the charging pipe connected to his waist, with a slightly regretful tone.

"My Lord, if I had known that I could learn magic by transforming into an alchemical life, I would have stopped being a human being."

"Hahaha, that's not necessary..."

The magic trap alarm in the laboratory suddenly buzzed and issued a warning.

Before Harvey could react, he saw Reiner standing up from the bench and pulling off the charging pipe.

"There is an intruder! Sir."

Reiner said in a serious tone, raised his arm and ignited the welding torch, and walked towards the gate of the manor with big strides.

Harvey hurriedly followed.

The four successfully transformed gray wolf alchemy beasts were arranged by him to lurk in the orchard outside the manor, and they might attack intruders at any time.

As soon as he followed Reiner to the edge of the orchard, he heard a scream from inside.

Oh no, could it be a farmer or a town resident who broke in by mistake?

Harvey didn't want to get involved in a lawsuit with the Union Inspector and be accused of attacking civilians without reason.

"Sir! I know him, he is the old hunter Pierce in the town!" Reiner had already rushed into the orchard.

When Harvey arrived, he saw the hunter lying in a pool of blood, wet all over, with a long wound on his waist.

There was also a through wound on his calf, which seemed to be pierced directly by the metal sharp feet of the alchemy beast.

An alchemy beast curled up its eight metal insect legs and lay timidly on the side, as if it had just been taught a lesson by Reiner.

The hunter was terrified and trembling with pain, but he endured the severe pain and refused to groan.

Harvey walked to Pierce, squatted down and asked seriously: "Why did you break into the manor of a spellcaster without permission?"

"Didn't you see the sign I put up outside the orchard that said no entry without permission?"

Pierce hugged his injured calf and gritted his teeth and said: "My lord, I, I can't read!"

After that, his eyes rolled up in pain and he fainted.

...

Reiner carried the hunter Pierce back to the manor, placed him on a recliner in the laboratory, and took a bottle of healing potion prepared by fluorescent ferns and poured it into him.

Under Harvey's guidance, he took out a thin thread that had been boiled in boiling water and deftly sewed up the wounds on his waist and legs.

After a long while, Pierce finally woke up.

"Tell me about the intrusion into the spellcaster's manor." Harvey said with a straight face, continuing the unanswered question.

The hunter was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Sir! Please go and inform the Federation and the lord."

"I, I met the evil orcs at the foot of the mountain!"