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But according to the oral statements of the group of people behind me obtained through inquiries along the way, the so-called "tide of the undead" began ten years ago.

Ten years ago.

I just left here!

"So, the old man's grave was dug up right after I left... or did something else happen to his body?"

He stared at the snow pit in front of him.

The people standing behind him looked at each other, and they all seemed very uneasy and nervous - especially the middle-aged monk in the church monk's robes.

Can you not feel uneasy?

Recalling the scene just now where the fire, like a tide and a vine growing in an instant, ignited countless undead souls, and also recalling the scene where the man in front of him was riding on the chariot of the undead and rumbling towards him, anyone would have an instinctive feeling of uneasiness and suffocation.

That is the uneasiness about the mystery.

It is also a feeling of suffocation for the strong.

It is also the fear of a legendary undead magician!

Yes.

Others may not know clearly, but the monks from the church can recognize that this man is a 'legendary' level great undead magician who has reached the strongest level in the world - even though he looks very young, even though he has a smile on his face all the way, and he asks them some questions in a gentle and polite manner.

Arrive here from the edge of the Forest of the Dead.

God knows how much psychological pressure they are under!

At this time.

The whole world seemed to freeze for a second as Li Re lowered his head again to look at the snow pit in front of him. The wind seemed to stop slightly, and the rustling snow rippled gently on the dead trees, making a creaking sound.

It was also at this time.

Li Re suddenly clapped his hands and looked at them.

"Hey guys, can you please do me a favor? Is that okay?"

Those people suddenly tensed up and nodded hurriedly, thinking, how dare they not help?

The monk also instinctively smiled and said, "Respected sir, you saved our lives. If you have any instructions, please tell me."

"Help me dig down here and see if there's a coffin or a corpse or something."

Li Re pointed to the ground below him with a natural look.

Corpse in coffin?

Is this... tomb robbing?

Several people were suddenly startled.

In the northern country 'Atlan', which believes in the 'Angel of Death' and the 'God of the Underworld', stealing the corpses of the dead is a taboo, because you don't know whether you will accidentally touch the door to the underworld.

But hear this.

The monk from the church took it for granted.

'The Necromancer' is like this...

"Excuse me for asking, but who is this body..." But after thinking about it, he confirmed it.

Li Re responded calmly: "It's my master."

"He is also my adoptive father!"

Is this digging the grave of someone close to you! ?

Such a response made several people even more frightened and worried, and the monk's brows finally twitched slightly.

Before he finished speaking, Li Re continued, "Actually, if possible, I don't want anyone else to come."

"But after all, he was the one who took me in when I first came to this world. It's really not nice to dig up his grave - so I can only leave it to you!" He smiled at them, as if to say, 'I am such a filial son.'

He sincerely believed that.

“And you guys are carrying tools too, right?” Li Re pointed at the thick outlines under their cotton-padded jackets.

The five people were terrified and speechless.

The monk thought that it was just as the legend said...Necromancers were a group of powerful but weird guys.

But now that things had come to this, they could only obey the words of the mysterious man, put down the unconscious man with a broken leg, and slowly walked forward - they actually had tools on them.

As a team setting out from a nearby town to look for flint, they naturally had to carry various exploration tools.

"Great Angel of Death, God of the Underworld, Arato, please forgive our transgression—"

Before digging, the 'monk' bowed his head and prayed.

Li Re stepped aside, staring at their actions, slightly narrowing his eyes, waiting for the results of the excavation.

See if the old man’s body is still there.

Also check to see if there are any other possible problems.

Here, the cold wind, which had stopped slightly, came again from the north, and the snow, which had also stopped, slowly fell from the gray sky again like willow catkins.

Amid the chill and cold wind, one could hear waves of sound of something hitting the ground spreading through the dead, cold forest of dead trees.

Same here.

That is, the snow and soil that were quickly chiseled away.

The earth pit below was soon exposed.

And in the earth pit...the dark coffin with its lid half opened.

There was nothing inside the coffin.

Not to mention a corpse, there wasn't even any sign of human presence.

The people who had dug open the tomb stepped back. Li Re looked at the coffin and recognized at a glance that this was the one he had buried with his own hands.

The emptiness inside undoubtedly proved Li Re's thoughts.

"It looks like it was really dug up by someone!"

He looked up and said so.

Moreover, it started ten years ago - when I just left!

Is it a coincidence?

Or... was it intentional?

If it's the former, that's fine.

That would be considered as fulfilling the necromancer's duty after death.

But if it’s the latter, that would be quite interesting!

"I didn't expect that I would encounter such an interesting thing just after I came back and barely found my feet..."

Li Re thought so.

But it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, he already had a lot of "puzzles" to solve, and he returned to the Principality of Atlantis, the country where he first landed, to solve the mysteries.

Besides, he still has four full years.

Compared to other dungeon world quests, this amount of time is more than enough!

However, the most urgent thing is to find a place to stay first... Li Re glanced at the dilapidated cottage over there that had not been inhabited for nearly ten years, and knew that this place was definitely uninhabitable.

He looked at the people who had retreated and asked, "Do you live nearby?"

These people became more and more nervous. Except for the monk, the other three people who participated in the tomb digging thought that Li Re would be furious when he found out that the tomb was empty. However, they found that this man was not angry at all. Instead, he showed an inexplicably interesting smile. This smile made them even more in awe of this man.

Faced with such words, they even forgot to respond for a moment.

Instead, the monk coughed softly.

"Yes, sir." He said respectfully, "We live in a small town near here..."

"Then please take me there."

Li Re went straight to the point.

Although he didn't know whether it was a good thing to bring back such a legendary necromancer with a strange temper, the monk knew that he had no room to refuse.

But this time.

He didn't have time to speak.

The youngest of the three suddenly said, "But... now there is no more Undead Tide... should we find the 'Fire Stone' before going back?"

Such uncertain and uneasy words immediately changed the expressions of others.

The monk's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that now was not the time to talk about this!

"Flint?" Li Re glanced sideways: "Coal?"

"Is it this one?"

He raised his hand and lightly stroked the pile of grave soil that they had chiseled and piled next to him.

The air suddenly glowed.

Soon, invisible runes appeared on Li Re's fingertips and slowly merged with the pile of grave soil. The originally gray and hard grave soil seemed to be dyed with color and turned black and shiny, like black stone that had just been hewn out, shining in the slowly falling snow.

"Is this...flint?" the young man exclaimed.

The other two's eyes lit up as well.

The monk was even more stunned, and looked suddenly at Li Re who was waving his finger as if he had thought of something!

"Rune...?"

He spoke instinctively, full of surprise.

Li Re glanced at him: "It looks like you know me."

"Well... Although this is just a remote place with little information, I still know the name of the Spirit King, the youngest creative magician on the continent who created the mysterious rune 'Rune'..."

The monk's words became more cautious in his answers.

Li Re waved his hand nonchalantly: "Since you know me, it will be easy."

"This pile of coal... er, flint, is your reward for digging my grave and leading the way."

"Now, take me to your village."

“You don’t have to be so afraid of me—although I slapped the Archbishop of the Kingdom Church of the Central Kingdom, I am not interested in slapping church members below the Archbishop.”

"If you want to be slapped by me, then work hard to be promoted to archbishop!" Li Re said naturally in a seemingly arrogant but irrefutable way.

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk didn't know whether he should be thankful or helpless.

But he had indeed heard of the runes created by Li Re, who holds the highest title of 'Spirit King' of magic.

It is said that it possesses the power to explain all mysteries and can instantly activate most of the magic in the world - including forbidden spells.

This was the first time he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Witness this firsthand.

An ability that is almost like stealing divine power!

However, the legendary Spirit King has never displayed such power that can be compared to a miracle...Did he become stronger after leaving the kingdom, or has he been hiding his abilities before?

but no matter.

He just hoped...hoped nothing would happen.

After all, stealing divine power is a meaningless act of usurpation!

The monk thought so as he looked at the pile of coal.

Seeing the monk's reaction, Li Re also smiled.

Li enthusiastically wanted to leave the kingdom so that he could finally fully demonstrate the true power of the rune.

He thought to himself that the sky is high and birds can fly freely.

This time, I didn't want to "die" so early. Although I didn't suppress myself, I was actually hiding my incompetence.