Witch, don't be so lazy

An Ke picked up a pen and paper, and then nothing happened.

"No, I know. The black snake, the potion, the snake pattern... those were all created by Dachis."

Hans waved his hand. "You must have heard of this name in the academy. The Northern Patriarch of the Calamity Cult, the Abyss Serpent Dachis."

"I heard."

An Ke answered truthfully.

"But the book only states one sentence: Her Majesty, the Third Sea Witch, is stationed in the Wandering Sea year-round, primarily to guard against the Northern Patriarch of the Disaster Cult."

Including the super city by the sea in the north, in addition to serving as a port, its other purpose is to guard the Wandering Sea.

"Ah."

Hans took a sip of tea and said lightly,

"Dazis, the Abyss Serpent, is a legendary dark wizard and leader of the Northern Branch of the Order of the Doom. Rumor has it that he is a descendant of the Nine-Headed Hydra. A hundred years ago, he collaborated with the Siren Queen to successfully devour the spirit of the Kraken, the North Sea monster."

"Over a decade ago, in order to seize the remains of Hydra, he led the cult, allied with the Sirens, sea serpents, major murloc clans, and a host of other monsters, launching the massive Wandering Sea War. Ultimately, he was defeated by Her Majesty the Witch, forcibly summoned Leviathan, and fled wounded."

"It's said that he's been hiding in the Broken Sea for years, never giving up his evil intentions. Not only is he plotting things on the sea, but he's also cooperating with the forces of the Abyss. In recent years, there have been signs that he's extending his reach to the northern land."

"Eh?"

An Ke was stunned. "The Disaster Cult wants to collect orphaned girls. Is this his new conspiracy?"

"...I'm not sure, but theoretically, if the Abyss Serpent wanted to cause trouble, it's unlikely to be limited to this level. The damage it would cause would be even less than a tsunami. I'm sure this person was responsible."

Hans shrugged and pointed to the same signer on each letter: "Withered Apostle."

"When the time comes, you can pass this information to the Adventurer's Guild and the Lord's Mansion, and they will naturally report it to Asda City."

"They already know about it and promised to give me a large portion of the reward for providing information."

Anko replied.

After all, this matter obviously involves a lot of things, so she naturally has to report it to the official channels in the North.

And the information is sold everywhere.

This is entirely consistent with the virtues of the Mammon Society.

"That's fine."

Hans nodded. "It'll probably take another week for the equipment needed to reach the permafrost. I'll call you when we get there."

"During this time, you can learn the rules of the surface world and get to know the permafrost."

The old man casually took out a book.

"Sincerely, four hundred and fifty gold coins."

Familiar feeling.

"...You didn't kill me, did you?"

"Absolutely not!"

The decisive answer was accompanied by the old man's repeated urging.

"Why are you still hesitating? Aren't you rich now?"

"...I'm not a sucker. Don't worry, I'll go back and ask Sister Luya first. She's from the Frost School and must know about the permafrost. I don't think she needs to buy anything from you."

"Tsk!"

The wind chimes rang.

Hans raised his eyebrows as he looked at Anke who left happily after seeing through the tricks of the unscrupulous businessman.

He closed the door.

Lying in the rocking chair, he had a very conflicted expression on his face.

Hans wasn't struggling with whether or not to write a letter of recommendation.

Because he had thought about it before. As long as Anke could complete the test within a month, even if she did not get Malchana's approval in the end, he would be willing to act as a recommender. After she completed the magic exam, he would send her an invitation to the Tower Academy.

This is where Hans is struggling.

This kid's performance was truly amazing.

He even hesitated a little, wondering whether he should write more and write some letters to some old friends in the tower who had not yet found a successor.

But the problem is that in the Tower Academy, uh, to be more precise, in the entire North, students and successors are completely different things.

Moreover, An Ke is from the Chaos School and practices telekinesis magic, which may not be suitable for his old friends.

Hans couldn't help feeling depressed when he thought of this.

If the kid was willing to switch to the Shadow School in a few months, I would have accepted him as his disciple long ago.

But then again, becoming one's own successor might not necessarily be a good thing.

Hans sighed softly.

Of course, when it comes to the Chaos School and telekinesis magic, he can indeed think of an absolutely suitable candidate, his classmate and friend of many years.

Unfortunately, because of those old events, he was unwilling to write to the other party, and he felt that Encore was not qualified enough.

Ugh.

……

Anke left the shop and returned to the Adventurer's Hotel.

Of course, she turned a corner along the way.

Went to the Winter Magic Shop.

When he came out again, he had another box in his hand, the kind that contained knowledge crystals.

There was no way, because she had learned something from Thornes—

He built a burial ground in the valley outside the town that gathered a large amount of negative energy. In addition to accelerating his own practice of necromancy, he also planned to use corpse explosion to give the two mages in the lord's mansion a big surprise.

Unfortunately, it was not used in the end because only Lake was chasing and the tax collector did not go.

If we leave that place alone, it will only slowly breed resentful spirits and corpses, and purifying it will cost extra resources, so why not let Miss Anke go over and take a look?

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Chapter 75 Experiment

The moonlight is quiet.

Shining into the valley in the wilderness.

The swaying dead trees rustled like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.

Occasionally, some strange howling sounds could be heard in the distance, which might be the cold wind in the wilderness, or it might be an unknown monster.

Apart from this, everything was extremely gloomy and dead silent, without any sign of any living thing.

Very normal.

Because this is a man-made burial ground, hiding hundreds of corpses, and most of them are newly dead. They were cruelly tortured before death and died with resentment.

A large amount of negative energy accumulates, and normal creatures will subconsciously feel uncomfortable if they get close to it, and will turn around and leave.

If you stay here for a long time, it is easy to cause physical weakness, depression, and even some diseases.

Look at these tracks in the snow.

In the afternoon, the sheriffs and people from the lord's mansion rushed here, collected the bodies and equipment of the guards, and then left in a hurry.

As for the corpses of the poor buried in the ground, don't make a fuss. It would be a waste of time to take a look at them, let alone restrain yourself.

It is impossible to clear the negative energy. Anyway, this place is far away from the town, so there is no need to waste money and energy.

After all, there is no deliberate maintenance and no new corpses to fill it. Just wait for a while and it will naturally return to normal. At most, some ordinary undead creatures will be born during this period, and they can be cleaned up by just sending some people.

But this unlucky place that ordinary people avoid is the most comfortable treasure land for undead creatures and necromancy mages.

Especially in the eyes of the latter.

Not only can the burial ground be used for summoning the dead and nurturing one's own summoned creatures, but the negative energy also helps their meditation, and even the practice of some spells must be performed here.

Therefore, when people talk about necromancers, they almost always associate them with words like boneyard and cemetery.

The reason why Thornes went to so much trouble and even alerted the Public Security Bureau to create this place was because he had switched to the School of Necromancy and needed a place that could speed up his practice and assist in combat.

Of course, he's dead, and this place has become a no-man's land.

Well, you could also say that it has welcomed a new owner.

The cold wind howled.

Small footprints suddenly appeared on the snow, and then under the control of invisible mental power, they were covered with white snow again.

As the light and shadows twisted, Anke appeared in the valley wearing a cloak and carrying a suitcase.

She had already walked around several times, making sure there were no living creatures nearby, before finally getting down to business.

First of all.

A thought came to my mind.

The wizard stretched out his hand, sweeping away the snow in front of him, revealing the piles of corpses underneath.

Big and small.

Adult men, the elderly, women and children, all of them.

There were also some animals mixed in.

Anke glanced, pursed his lips, then concentrated his attention, mobilized his magic power, and chanted the spell in a low voice.

After all, it was a spell I had just learned, my proficiency was too low, and without the help of props, it took a long time.

It lasted for more than ten minutes.

The moonlight shines.

The negative energy and magic power around finally gathered together, adding a touch of mystery to the pile of corpses in the middle.

Then.

[Summon +15]

[Death Summoning Spell: 115/500/Beginner]

As the prompt pops up.

Suddenly.

A white hand stretched out from the pile of corpses, then slowly climbed up until its figure was completely revealed.

Skeleton soldiers.

It looks very weird and crooked.

The soul fire in the skull is so weak that it is almost invisible, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. The luster of the bones is also dull and a little incomplete.

It's almost like the word "vegetable" is written on his face.

An Ke blinked and controlled the skeleton soldiers' actions through some mysterious intuition.

Because low-level undead creatures are very weak, especially newly born skeletons, they have almost no intelligence and may even have very few instincts.

then.

The skeleton soldiers began to move.

It's wobbly and becomes difficult to walk on when the wind gets a little stronger.

Not to mention fighting with ordinary people, even if a child with some strength kicks it, it might fall down directly.

An Ke couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

What a useless thing.

Forget it.