Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The Evil Moon Mountains, the front-line war fortress on the border of Orland, the wizard kingdom - Blackstone.

After nightfall, a man in a formal black double-breasted dress walked through the streets and alleys of the crowded tavern area and opened the door to a private club.

"Mr. Willie! Good evening!"

"Matthews, you guy is finally here!"

There were not many guests in the first floor lobby of this private club, and people sitting on the sofa kept saying hello to the man coming in.

Matthews Wei used his finger to put on the black top hat on his head, greeted everyone repeatedly, and then hurriedly walked up the second floor.

There were two people waiting for him in a lounge on the second floor.

"You have also received Duncan's spell message? Can you confirm the authenticity of the letter?" Matthews asked impatiently as soon as he sat down.

The two people in the room looked at each other and replied affirmatively: "Even if your positioning is exposed, the enemy will never know the positioning of us. Duncan's affairs are contacted by you alone..."

Matthews nodded in agreement and couldn't help but sigh and said, "The secret is above. We all thought he had unfortunately died, but in the end... Where did he hide in the past six years? In that battle. What exactly happened?”

The letter sent by the spell messenger simply indicated his identity. This high-level spellcaster, who was once a close comrade in Matthews and three others, directly asked them for help - to investigate for him that he was currently located in the Black Market City. A high-ranking priest from the Glorious Church, Tyrion White.

If necessary, it is best to secretly silence the secret after asking for clues to the truth of the unsolved case that year.

To this end, Duncan expressed his willingness to pay the price that all three of them were very interested, an ancient secret technique derived from his family's heritage and a creative eight-ring advanced magic spell from the legendary spellcaster.

"I don't recommend just agreeing to his request like this before I figure out what happened to Duncan in the past few years..." Matthews pondered for a moment and made a cautious judgment.

"Yes, although Tyrion White has always been on our kill list, we must also beware that this may be a sinister trap, a trap that wants to capture us all in one place."

The three people in the room, including Matthews Power, are all members of the combat mage team who have been stationed on the battlefield of the Evil Moon Mountains for many years. The only difference is that Matthews is a native of Orland, the wizard kingdom, while the two companions are He is a spellcaster from a union.

There are divine punishments within the Glorious Church that are hostile to magicians, and there are also radical groups that hate the church in the magic world. They often act in the form of secret associations of small groups, and they act in the darkness from time to time to attack the church. It can be said that the caster and the church are not allowed to do so. Under the century-old peaceful covenant, the undercurrents and bloody conflicts did not stop for a moment.

"Then don't take action rashly. Find ways to test the church. Look at their reactions and know clearly whether there is a problem... Eric, let the church nails placed in Blackstone move as soon as possible. .”

The three-person small group was obviously headed by Matthews Willie, and the other two listened quietly to his arrangements and plans, "I will find another special channel to find a way to inquire about Duncan, and at the same time contact other secret associations of spellcasters. , help our actions…”

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There are not many high-level combat mages stationed in Blackstone City all year round. Unlike the Federation casters who serve in rotation, most of them have their own residences in the mage area in the city, and are often equipped with experiments that facilitate magic research. room.

Matthews Willy returned to his residence and carefully checked whether the alert magic left in the laboratory before leaving the house was triggered by artificially, and then added a shielding technique to cover the entire laboratory to prevent himself from answering it. The actions that came down were secretly peeked by those with bad intentions.

He took out an exquisite brass instrument from the safe where the magic deed was sealed, placed it carefully on the desk in the laboratory, and took out a magic stone and embedded it in the groove on the side of the instrument.

The miniature magic array at the bottom of the instrument was instantly activated. Matthews skillfully pressed the typing button on it and entered his own anonymous code.

[Stormwalker: Mr. Son of Fire, have you arrived in Black Rock? When can we meet? 】

After waiting patiently for about half an hour, the member code name of the Son of Flame in the forum finally slowly flashed a silver light, which means that the other party was already online at the moment and received a separate message sent by Matthews.

[Son of Flame: Mr. Stormwalker, you won’t publicize the fact that I came to Black Rock City to everyone, right? Shit! I don’t want to be ruthlessly ridiculed by my colleagues of the past when I stepped into Black Rock City! 】

The two of them had experienced the attack on the church witch hunter not long ago, and had already issued a secret code in private, indicating their real identities. As a result, they were comrades-in-arms who had worked with for a short time. It can only be said that it was fate.

The son of Flame Fair Hoden came to Blackstone this time because he helped Harvey solve the attackers from the Federation. He was involved in the suspicion of being unclear, so he was forced to serve in a short-term service. .

Although the pro-church faction of the combat department made mistakes first in this internal conflict, Fair left no room for a moment of action, and the decisive killing of his nominal colleagues on the spot also seemed a bit difficult during the arguments and disputes between the several parties. Refute to blame.

However, this man, who was called the chief disciple of the Federation, was actually a lonely elemental reckless man who had been half expelled from the sect by his master. He didn't care about the words of these magic politicians at all. He admitted his guilt and punishment like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, forcing Chief Sarath to personally come forward to help him out and reluctantly arranged a short-term service punishment for him in the demon battlefield.

[Storm Walker: Do you still remember the unsolved case that happened in the Andes Valley six years ago? ]

Fell was sitting in the carriage with the magic brain instrument on his knees. He suddenly saw the incoherent words sent by the other party and felt confused.

[Son of Fire: Of course, why did you suddenly ask this? I was not at the scene at that time, and I only heard about it afterwards. ]

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

The exploration of ancient ruins near the Andes Valley, jointly led by the Federation and the Wizard Kingdom Alliance, was suddenly attacked by a group of mysterious people when the exploration team finally returned.

Because the majority of the exploration team were research casters, and the operation was confidential within the Federation, they did not carry too many combat followers and blood warriors, and were completely no match for the attackers who were several times their number. In the end, they were almost completely wiped out, and only a few wizard apprentices and spellcaster students who were sent back halfway escaped by chance.

Although most spellcasters believed that this was just another targeted attack from the Church's Divine Punishment Sect, during the investigation of the incident, it was found that the attackers not only had many of the Church's usual methods, but also had traces of spellcaster attacks... But obviously, even wizard families close to the Church would not completely turn against the Church and cooperate with the other party to attack fellow spellcasters.

After years of endless debate and perfunctory follow-up investigations, the incident was eventually identified as a private feud between certain wizard families, and gradually became an open unsolved case that no one cared about.

[Stormwalker: A witness to the incident, a close friend who we thought had died, has suddenly come back to life and found us... Do you want to know the truth of this incident? We need your help! ]

[Son of Flame: What help? I am not one of those hounds kept by the Federation. I can't help you solve the unsolved case a few years ago. Besides, what good can I get from doing this? ]

[Stormwalker: Let me put it another way... Are you interested in sneaking into the home of a church priest with a disgusting pedophilia habit with us and teaching this hypocritical hypocrite a lesson? By the way, investigate the inside clues involved when he was involved in this case? ]

[Son of Flame: These hypocritical shits of the church, okay! I agree to join, but how do I cooperate with you? 】

Matthews Willy looked at the message on the crystal screen, his mouth curled up slightly, and he quickly pressed the typewriter keys to send a reply.

[Son of the Storm: Let's talk about it when we meet! ]