Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

More than a decade has passed, and that person hasn't changed at all.

She gently held the man's hand, and her sick face showed a little more tenderness.

"Teacher, wait for me to come back."

She came to find Ingrid, and she planned to hand over Teacher Greenville's body to Ingrid for safekeeping.

48 Orc Lolita enters the city, Isis brings a surprise [4500]

If she had a choice, Isis certainly didn't want to hand over Teacher Greenville's body to Ingrid.

Once you hand it over, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get it back next time.

But there is nothing I can do.

Isis sensed the crisis.

Over the past decade, in order to resurrect teacher Greenville, she has been constantly studying the power of the undead.

During this process, she met some colleagues and recruited some assistants.

Perhaps it was because her talent was as high as her teacher said, or perhaps it was because of her strong desire to resurrect her teacher that made her perform beyond her normal level. In short, in the study of the undead, she was indeed ahead of everyone she met.

Some people say that Ingrid is the queen of the mundane world, while Isis is the queen of the cold world of the dead.

Isis always laughed off such comments.

But this evaluation spread among all those who studied the undead, and was recognized by most necromancers.

Thus, the peaceful days bid farewell to her completely.

Every once in a while, a necromancer would come to discuss with her, and there were even some people who clearly had a wealth of theoretical knowledge on the power of the undead who came to ask to be her assistants.

The teacher once said that knowledge lies in sharing, and truth becomes clearer the more it is debated.

However, she had no interest in building a system of the undead. She only wanted to find a way to revive her teacher without any sequelae.

"You seem a bit annoying!"

Isis coldly rejected those necromancers who wanted to learn from her.

At first, her actions did not cause any impact, but as time went on, public opinion changed somewhat.

I don't know who said that the reason why she had a deep attainment in the power of the undead was because she mastered a special secret treasure, and this rumor was actually recognized by most necromancers, just like the previous compliment.

This is not good news.

Talent cannot be taken away, but secret treasures can!

You know, the world of the dead is a world where the law of the jungle prevails even more than the world in which ordinary people live.

After discovering that her assistants also began to covet the "secret treasure" on her and colluded with outsiders, Isis sighed helplessly, and then killed all those assistants, turning them into zombies.

She knew that she would never be able to return to peace unless she took her teacher and lived in seclusion in a deserted place.

But this is not possible.

If she wants to revive her teacher, she can't stay away from the world where humans live.

But this brings up another question: how can she protect her teacher's body when she is surrounded by wolves?

She had heard someone say that the teacher's body was the secret treasure.

[The body used by the Lord of the Underworld when he descended to the human world]

Isis really admires those necromancers, you guys are really good at making up stories!

After thinking it over, she could only think of a fairly good way to solve the current dilemma, which was to hand over the teacher's body to Ingrid for safekeeping.

Ingrid is strong enough to protect her teacher, and given Ingrid's character, even if she gets her teacher's body, she won't go wild and do anything horrible to it.

In this way, she can boldly deal with the undead warlocks who covet her "secret treasure".

"Teacher, I will come back to pick you up after I kill them all."

Isis's hand gently stroked the cheek of Greenville's body, and a hint of pink appeared on her pale cheek.

She did not regret coming into contact with the power of the undead. Without this power, she would not have had any hope of resurrecting her teacher.

But the world of the dead is indeed a big evil pit. The dead's desire for rebirth and the living's desire to play with the dead's souls are intertwined, making the world of the dead inherently chaotic and dark.

No matter how twisted the things that happen here are, they are not surprising.

Let's go.

Isis drove the carriage towards the gate of Vestapa.

Since she had already prepared the customs clearance certificate required for merchants, she was able to enter the city of Vistapa smoothly after a simple inspection.

The next step is to find Ingrid. This is also easy. As long as she walks around the entrance of Greenville College, Ingrid will definitely come running when she smells the scent.

Speaking of which...

"It's been fourteen years since I came back."

Isis jumped off the carriage and stood at the entrance of Greenville College, which was quite different from the past, feeling deeply moved.

It was from here that she began to understand what she really wanted.

This was the colorful phantom that lingered in her dreams. She had never thought that she would return here one day.

At this moment, a sense of unreality hits me.

It wasn't until two young men in student uniforms walked past her that Isis suddenly woke up.

You can't be distracted at this time.

She just wanted to hand over the teacher's body to Ingrid for safekeeping, but she didn't want to be caught by Ingrid.

Isis waited for a long time, but Ingrid did not come. After all, Ingrid was still in the Kingdom of Kara Siris. However, she did come with the current dean of the academy, Yakir.

Yakir walked hurriedly with a stone slab between his ribs. After walking five or six meters, he suddenly stopped.

Although it was just a passing glance, the woman's face in the peripheral vision seemed to emerge from the bottom of the water, becoming clearer and clearer.

Isn't that face Isis?

pat.

The slab of stone fell to the ground.

Yakir turned around quickly. Instead of walking straight forward, he froze in place, as if his steps were stopped by an invisible wall, and his eyes were a little red.

"Isis, is that you?"

Really unlucky.

Isis thought so.

She didn't want to meet Yakir, not because she was shy or embarrassed to see old friends, but simply because she hated Isis now.

"it's me."

Isis's face was as cold as if she had just been fished out of ice and snow.

Yakir raised his right hand and said, "Why is your face so pale? Are you sick? After you left, I looked for you for a long time. I didn't expect to see you again today."

Isis said coldly: "I didn't expect that I would meet you, a traitor who defected to Sirak, just by taking a casual walk."

Yakir's face froze.

He was speechless for a moment. Isis was right. When his teacher had just passed away, in order to save the academy, he accepted Chirac's adaptation on behalf of the academy. Although that period was not long, and Chirac was soon executed in public by Queen Ingrid, that kind of thing still happened after all.

Others may not understand Isis, but as Isis's classmate, how could he not understand Isis?

No matter how he explained, the stubborn Isis would not forgive him.

"sorry."

"You don't have to say sorry to me, you should say sorry to the teacher!"

"I……"

Isis did not give Yakir any more opportunities to speak: "Tell Ingrid that I have something to talk to her about. It is related to the teacher. If she knows what is good for her, she should come to see me alone. Otherwise, she will regret it for the rest of her life!"

Yakir looked embarrassed and said, "Her Majesty the Queen is not in Vistapa recently because of something. You may have to wait a while."

"Not here?"

"It's true."

Isis frowned and said, "Okay, I'll come back later."

If you don't wait too long, it shouldn't be a big problem.

……

at the same time.

The Kingdom of Kara-Silis.

After staying here for more than two months, Ingrid decided to return home.

Although there are still many monsters infected by the black fog that have not been eliminated in this land, she does not have so much time and energy to clean them up slowly.

She is the queen of a country and it is impossible for her to leave the country for too long, otherwise the country will definitely be in chaos.

The remaining monsters are actually not very strong. As long as nothing unexpected happens, it won’t be a big problem for the orcs to deal with them themselves.

But Ingrid still had a backup plan.

She told Aaron to come to Vistapa immediately to report any accident.

Because she was worried that Aaron might encounter an accident on the road like last time, she deliberately brought Aaron with her when she returned to Vistapa this time, so that he could show off in front of the local officials of the Kingdom of Vistapa and the barbarian tribes that temporarily surrendered to Vistapa.

Considering that Aaron might also die in an accident, she also agreed to let Aaron bring some companions to scan his face together.

Aaron attached great importance to this opportunity. He had not stayed in Vistapa for a long time, but he was keenly aware that Vistapa was a treasure worthy of excavation by the orcs.

He asked Ingrid to give him two days. During these two days, he found ten little orcs between the ages of eight and twelve who were willing to go with him to Vistapa to see the world.

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty, for putting aside the historical grudges between the two races!"

Aaron imitated the way humans do and bowed to Ingrid in a clumsy manner.

He knew very well that Ingrid was helping them despite the pressure from those people in the country who hated the orcs. Although helping them was equivalent to helping himself, this favor should never be forgotten.

Ingrid did not comment.

"set off!"

In this way, the group set out on the road to Vistapa.

The orc children accompanying them were much braver than Ingrid had imagined.

They were reserved at first, but as time went on, they became more and more active.

"Wow, what a smooth road!"

"Well, these people look even shabbier than us, but they're so fierce."

"Is this the fortress? It must be difficult to pile the stones so high."

Since arriving at Fort Dur, Aaron had to keep an eye on the children he brought with him, for fear that they might cause trouble.

When everyone finally arrived at the city of Vestapa, the orc children stopped making noise.

They stood blankly outside the gate of Vistapa, each with their head tilted back, mouth slightly open, eyes dull, unable to utter a word.

Shocked!

They had never thought that there would be such a magnificent city in the world, and they unconsciously thought of their hometown.

"Why don't you leave?"

Ingrid turned around.

Aaron quickly explained: "Maybe I'm a little shy when I'm in a crowded place."

Oh.

Ingrid nodded.

Aaron sighed to himself, how could he not understand what these kids were thinking?

He had the same reaction when he first arrived in Vistapa.