Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Leaving the ruins of Yangyang Village, the group of seven continued their journey towards Huacun.

The winter nights came earlier than the short man had anticipated.

Before the group had gone halfway, the sun, hanging in the western sky, began to wobble and roll below the horizon.

"Damn! How come the sun is setting so fast!"

Looking at the sun setting early, Mo Fan couldn't help but curse.

"It's common sense that the days are short and the nights are long in winter. You uncultured bumpkin."

As the short man spoke, he pulled out several gray, garlic-shaped objects from the backpack carried by the burly man.

"There's more good food? You should have said so earlier, I'm starving."

Mo Fan's eyes lit up as he saw the short man handing out local specialties, and he immediately accepted them.

This local specialty is gray in color, somewhat resembling a sweet potato, and also somewhat like a large garlic clove.

Mo Fan didn't think much of it, picked it up and took a crisp bite.

"Pfft~~~~~"

The next second, Mo Fan spat out all the unchewed garlic residue mixed with saliva.

He knelt on the ground, dry heaving incessantly.

"Hoo~~~~~"

"Ughhhhhh!!"

"Ptooey! Is this shit? How can it taste so awful?"

Mo Fan got up and kept wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He was pale and looked haggard.

They look more like spirits that have just crawled out of the ground.

"This is grey garlic, used to mask the life force of the living. With it, the dead won't attack us," the short man explained immediately.

"This stuff is limited in quantity. You just threw one up. If you don't make it through the night, you're on your own."

"Pah! I don't care to eat such disgusting food. I'd rather fight the undead to the last moment!" Mo Fan kicked away the remaining half of the gray garlic with a look of disgust.

I admire your courage.

The burly man, who had remained silent since seeing the ruins of Yangyang Village, was taken aback by Mo Fan's impassioned speech and applauded him.

"Here, these are for you two." The short man came to Xingzhu's side and handed him two pieces of gray garlic.

Asha'ruya took the gray garlic, but didn't eat it right away.

She turned to look at He An, wanting to see what he would choose in this situation.

"There's no need for this kind of thing," He An gently shook his head.

With the existence of the Netherworld God Realm, Gray Garlic is of no use to him.

"Although you have a commander-level dire wolf protecting you, these undead creatures are endless," the dwarf reminded him solemnly.

Those mindless low-level undead creatures wouldn't care about the intimidation of a commander-level being.

Overwhelmed by an endless tide of undead, even the commander-level demons fared no better.

"You don't actually need to eat this. I have other ideas," He An said.

"Really? Undead creatures aren't so easy to deal with, and gray garlic is an extremely rare thing." The short man was half-convinced by He An's firm attitude.

But after hesitating for a moment, he ate the garlic cloves in his hand.

Next up was the big, strong man, who expressionlessly stuffed the whole garlic clove into his mouth.

Mo Fan grimaced at the sight, as if a foul, imagined stench was spreading through his mouth.

Asha's didn't eat the gray garlic; she simply put it away.

Seeing that their master hadn't eaten, the two attendants exchanged a glance and then put down the garlic as well.

"Be careful you don't get surrounded by a horde of zombies, that's no joke."

The short man looked at everyone with a headache.

Then, as if he had heard something, his expression suddenly changed, and he gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Shh, listen, they're coming!"

"What are you listening to?"

Before Mo Fan could get a reply from the short man, a bony hand emerged from the soil mixed with fine white sand beneath his feet and grasped his calf, answering his question.

It wasn't just under Mo Fan's feet.

Large swaths of soil around them cracked open, and one after another, undead emerged from the earth.

Some had long since turned to bones, while others had not been dead for long, still bearing half of their rotting flesh.

In an instant, dozens of pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the people riding on the wolf's back.

"Step back," He An said calmly, activating his Netherworld Divine Domain.

The hostile spirits quieted down and returned to the pits they had just crawled out of, filling in the soil they had brought with them.

"You're a necromancer?" the short man exclaimed in surprise, looking at He An, who remained calm.

Necromancers are extremely rare; even in the ancient capital, which is widely recognized as having the most necromancers in the country, there aren't many.

A Necromancer is an absolute powerhouse in any team!

"Yes." He An nodded.

"That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all." The short man smiled broadly.

With a necromancer in the team, this trip can be considered a sure thing.

"Are they always this violent?" Asha'ruya, riding on Star Chaser, pointed to the undead creatures that were roaming around and attacking living things in the distance.

"It wasn't like this before." The short man looked in the direction the other was pointing and sighed softly. "Ever since the series of riots in the Sand River not long ago, this place has been affected."

Asha'ruya nodded thoughtfully upon hearing the dwarf's reply.

The rest of the journey was walked in silence.

"It'll be dawn in an hour. After that, it'll be another hour and a half's walk to Huacun." The short man glanced at his watch, somewhat wistfully.

This was the first time he had ever walked so easily in the wilderness at night.

of course.

At this time of year, nothing unexpected is likely to happen.

"Tear!!!"

A bolt of lightning tore through the dark night, splitting a large hole in the ground ahead.

"Hehe~"

A strange panting sound came from within.

Then a figure clad in tattered battle armor leaped out from among them.

Although they were far away, it was still possible to vaguely see that the undead creature retained the intact face it had in life.

"Damn it, this is the undead that the Archmage turned into after his death! It's probably at least at the Warrior level!" The short man's expression changed drastically.

Such a being that can retain its appearance after death is definitely a high-ranking undead. Ordinary necromancers cannot affect it, so you must run away quickly.

"It's a Commander-level undead," Asha'ruya said calmly, then began to draw a star map.

A moon-white spatial rift quickly appeared in front of her.

"Dimensional Summoning!"

As Asharea uttered the name of the magic spell, the rapid clatter of hooves rang out from it.

A Night Knight riding a black, enchanting steed and clad in glossy black armor appeared before the crowd.

"Hold it back," Azharia commanded.

The Night Knight nodded, spurred his horse, raised the crescent-shaped sword in his hand, and charged forward.

"There's no need to go to such trouble." He An shook his head and raised his right hand, waving it gently.

The next instant, a dark purple slash suddenly appeared beside the undead leader, blowing its entire head, along with its shattered helmet, away.

A piece of broken gray crystal can be seen at the smooth cut.

That's a necromancer crystal. Once the necromancer crystal is broken, the undead will die.

Halfway there, the Night Knight slowly stopped charging and looked warily at the remains of the undead.

It sensed a powerful, pure aura of darkness.

Even more powerful than monarch-level dark creatures!

The Shadow, clad in dark purple Chinese-style armor, slowly revealed itself before the Night Knight.

The two dark creatures stared at each other, their armor occasionally creaking as if they were communicating in some peculiar way.

Suddenly, Mingying shook his dark purple armor, causing the scales to ripple and rustle.

"Your armor isn't as nice as mine!"

"hiss!!!"

The Night Knight tugged on the reins, causing his warhorse to neigh loudly and turn into the darkness.

After instantly killing the undead leader, nothing else strange happened along the way.

An hour and a half later, the group arrived at Huacun, just as the short man had estimated.

"Why have all the people from Huacun disappeared?"

Looking at the empty Huacun, Mo Fan scratched his head, full of doubt.

It's better than Yangyang Village, at least the houses are still there.

Asha's gaze fell upon a small pot bubbling over a campfire in a courtyard.

It looks like some medicinal herbs are being boiled inside; the person must have just disappeared not long ago.