Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey was leaning over the metal lab table, concentrating on assembling the experimental device.

Vaughn, the newly promoted captain of the Sharpshooter Team, suddenly stumbled down the stairs, startling Asdaren.

The two bear-shaped alchemy beasts guarding the door of the laboratory lit up their eyes, and pounced on him and knocked him to the ground at the same time.

"Lord! Commander Pierce is injured! We carried him back!"

Harvey raised his head suddenly and found that the orc captain had tiny cuts all over his body. Although it didn't look fatal, it was bloody and very scary.

"Where is he now? Quick! Asdaren, go upstairs to get the healing potion! And the blood packs, take them all down!"

Harvey pulled up the knocked-down orc and hurried upstairs.

Pierce was carried on a simple stretcher and placed on the floor of the main hall. Several team leaders who were responsible for patrolling the perimeter with him today were also covered in wounds, but no one was complaining or crying. They were all waiting anxiously.

Harvey had noticed that Pierce did not have any wounds on his body, but his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if he had fainted.

"It seems to be an internal injury. I wonder if the treatment potion can work."

There was another commotion outside the door, and the second stretcher was carried in. Harvey found that it was a strange face.

"Who is this? The refugees you rescued in the wilderness?" As soon as the question came out, Harvey found something wrong. Although the other party had fainted, he did not look like the poor refugees in the wilderness in terms of clothing or appearance.

He was wearing a robe that was dirty and worn, but the material and fabric could still be barely seen. Some patterns sewn with gold thread could still be vaguely seen on the torn hem.

"Human nobles who were abducted to the North? How is it possible?" Harvey murmured, but he was a little unsure.

Asdalen had already brought a healing potion, pinched Pierce's clenched teeth and poured it into his mouth, then skillfully took a thin hose, punctured the blood bag with the probe on the hose, and accurately pierced the other end into Pierce's arm blood vessels.

This direct delivery of blood can help him recover faster than pouring blood into his stomach.

Sure enough, after a while, Pierce woke up faintly, squinting his eyes and groaning in pain.

Harvey leaned close to Pierce's ear and whispered, "What happened? Who attacked you?"

Pierce opened his eyes with difficulty, and after a long pause, he replied, "No one attacked me, sir. I found this spellcaster fighting with an evil orc priest, and wanted to get closer to observe, but was unfortunately affected by the evil orc priest's self-destruction spell."

It turned out that he was stunned on the spot. Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this guy was really bold and dared to get close to the battle area between spellcasters.

Looking around the hall at the militia members who were also affected by the spells and had small wounds all over their bodies, he couldn't help but be speechless.

Arrogant leaders can easily lead a team of arrogant soldiers.

"There are actually spellcasters of evil orcs nearby? Can you roughly judge the ability of the priest?"

Pierce recalled for a while, and then slowly answered: "It seems to rely entirely on a strange wooden stick in his hand to cast some poisonous mist and some venom, which will make the grass and trees wither instantly."

It seems to be a low-level spellcaster with a poisonous attack weapon.

"What's the matter with this human spellcaster? What is his combat spell?"

"He, he seems to be able to manipulate the trees and thorns around him, tie up the priest tightly, and force the other party to self-destruct in order to die together..."

Natural spellcaster! Harvey narrowed his eyes and felt that something was wrong.

Hearing this, Asdaren on the side immediately walked to the man and squatted down, reaching out to lift his thick and messy hair.

Suddenly, one pointed ear was exposed, while the other ear was a little incomplete, as if it had been cut off in half.

Asdaren sneered and said self-deprecatingly: "Mixed elves, no wonder..."

The elves are the most stubborn ancient race. They have been active in the southern continent since the dragon era and are born with the talent for casting natural magic.

But they strictly abide by the principle of not marrying different races. Even between different branches of elves, they are absolutely not allowed to marry each other.

But there are always some immortal species whose minds are blinded by love, who can't help but fall in love with humans with short lifespans and give birth to half-human, half-elf hybrids.

The ending is of course as miserable as mixed blood races like Asdaren. At the least, they will be expelled and exiled, and at the worst, they will be imprisoned and executed.

But the elves did it even more. They had a strong agreement with the human kingdom and the federation. No one is allowed to take in or help these hybrid offspring who are accused of polluting their blood, otherwise they will be openly against the elves.

It seems that this unfortunate hybrid elf has no place to stay in the southern continent, so he ran to the northern wilderness to make a living. I just don't know where he got this luxurious wizard robe from.

Harvey asked the wounded soldiers to carry his superior back to the barracks to rest, and he nodded to Asdalen.

The other party immediately understood and activated the communication device installed on the prosthesis to call Reiner who was working outside.

…

Egno woke up from his coma and just opened his eyes, he found that his head was pressed against the temples by two black iron rods, one on the left and one on the right.

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"This... where is this? What are you going to do?" He didn't think that the two iron rods could pose any threat to him. He subconsciously twisted his body and wanted to struggle to get up.

But I found myself tightly tied to a long metal table and couldn't move.

Only then did he see two tall, terrifying and weird human-shaped metal skeletons standing on both sides, two strange balls of red and blue flashing in their eyes.

"Sir, please be more at ease. If you let me see a lip of your lips chanting a spell, your head will probably explode immediately. You can't even use the Nine-ring healing technique to fight back The kind of thing."

This metal skeleton can actually speak! Could it be that the life-refining experiment of the Alchemy Secret Association was successful?

Egno understood the other party's threat and immediately pursed his lips obediently, his eyes rolling.

Harvey then walked up to him with confidence, "What's your name? Mr. Mixed Elf."

Harvey was not surprised at all when he saw the other person's face suddenly turned pale.

"Egno, Egno Medros, is a free caster from Alaye."

Harvey raised his eyebrows curiously and asked, "Are you from Alaya? Haha, when will the Federation allow the mixed-type elves to be taken in?"

Egno's face turned from pale to red, as if he felt that he had been verbally insulted, but the iron tube pressed him gently, and he did not dare to refuse to answer.

"I used a magic disguise and never dealt with the advanced casters of the Federation. I...I just secretly learned magic in Alaya..."

"How did you run to the northern wasteland? Your identity in Alaye was exposed?" Harvey pointed out the problem in his words keenly.

Sure enough, the other party's body was shocked and said, "That's true. The teacher who taught me magic wanted to hand me over to the Federation for treatment. I would be transferred to the elves. I don't want to go back to that place and be imprisoned in the darkness. In the dungeon.”

Harvey chuckled and said, "But there is no human spellcaster organization in the North. If you run to the territory of the evil orc, don't you take the initiative to die?"

Mixed elves tried to argue for their seemingly stupid behavior: "I saw in a historical book that before the establishment of the Federation, a huge family of wizards moved to the north and established a building called Yongye. The Wizard Kingdom of the City. ”

"I...I want to find the legendary wizard kingdom, maybe there they will accept me and let me learn more about magic..."

Harvey was stunned, subconsciously looking at Asdaren, who was looking at him at the same time, and then he saw the other party shook his head slightly and immediately understood it.

"Mr. Egno, I have to say that you are fantastic. There is no wizard kingdom in the northern wasteland for a long time. They were destroyed by the invasion of the demons."