Chapter 010 – Bone Dragon? I've had it for a long time
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Thanks to the stereotypical image of the Necromancer and Matthew's superb acting skills.
He successfully infiltrated the Warlock's camp.
However, he never let his guard down.
From beginning to end.
He never walked side by side with Fain or the fat man.
He mingled in the center of the Skeleton Soldiers' guard.
Following them all the way.
The fat man named Angerlie grew increasingly disgusted with Matthew.
But Fain didn't say much about it—
On the contrary, he said this was the typical behavior of a lone Necromancer.
Evil, harsh, cunning, cautious.
Clearly not to be trifled with.
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The valley entrance was narrow.
But the camp inside was surprisingly spacious.
Matthew found some scattered pottery and utensils inside—
These things were obviously not made by human hands.
"This used to be the lair of a group of lizard monsters."
Seeing the confusion in Matthew's eyes.
Fain explained with a warm smile:
"I originally wanted to invite them to join our cause, but their shaman was not appreciative, so I had to kill them all."
Matthew lowered his voice:
"No matter, they had the opportunity to contribute their own part."
Fain looked at the few small bones in the Skeleton Soldiers.
A hint of approval in his eyes:
"Indeed, I've been wanting to recruit a Necromancer, but the Mages in Baiyan City have been shackled by the 'chains', they are too gentle, like wolf cubs raised in a sheep pen for years, even if someone removes their chains, all they get is a dog."
Fain's words contained a hint of probing.
This cunning Warlock obviously hadn't let his guard down against Matthew.
Matthew replied disdainfully:
"The 'chains of human desire' cannot suppress the Necromancer's pursuit of truth, you only see the surface of Baiyan City."
Fain smiled meaningfully:
"Perhaps, it seems you know Baiyan City better than I do."
Matthew hummed pretentiously.
He didn't continue to dwell on this topic, but chose to take the initiative:
"Who is your master?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The fat man Angerlie immediately came forward in anger:
"You are offending the dignity of my master!"
Matthew stood his ground:
"Heh, as far as I know, there are many impostors in the outer planes, they are pitifully weak but act as if they are omnipotent—you know what I mean? Fain? You're not the first Warlock I've met."
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Warlock.
As the name suggests, this is a relatively evil profession.
The power of a Warlock usually comes from the master they serve.
These masters are mostly non-native, exceptionally powerful outer beings.
They could be fairies from the Arcane Wilderness, great evil spirits from the lower planes, twilight creations buried in the Star Realm, or monstrous gods sealed under the Bridge of All Beings.
The strength of a Warlock depends on how much power their master can project in this plane and the latter's favor towards the former.
Generally speaking.
The master is unlikely to let their Warlock be too weak.
But there are exceptions.
Just like Matthew just said.
The quality of beings in the outer planes is mixed, and among a group of strong men, there are inevitably a few who pretend to be gods and ghosts.
Some Warlocks are deceived by outer beings, gaining little power but paying a lot.
Such cases are not uncommon.
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"You do have some insight."
Fain still didn't get angry.
He said with a chuckle:
"The name of my master is not convenient to tell you for now, but as long as you join my cult, everything you want to know will have an answer."
Not convenient to reveal?
Then the 'Void Overlord Ukurus' mentioned in the secret letter can be ruled out.
Sometimes what a Warlock does is not to please their master.
But to please the person their master wants to please.
"This means that the status of his master behind him won't be too high."
Matthew thought quickly.
His exterior still maintained a sharp and harsh attitude.
He looked around:
"Your cult? Forgive me for being blunt, these people don't look like they can accomplish anything, they don't seem to have faith in the cult."
There were about forty or fifty people inside and outside the camp.
This was already a large scale for a Warlock team.
But Matthew noticed that these people didn't seem to be fanatical cultists.
They seemed to lack spirit.
Fain blinked:
"They are just some helpers I found in a hurry, some of them are exiles I bought from Black Lake Port, and others are bandit groups I have incorporated.""It is understandable that you don't think highly of them, but we still need characters like them on our journey to accomplish our mission," Matthew sneered, his disdain becoming more apparent.
"You better show some sincerity instead of wasting my time here!"
"Alright, alright," Fain helplessly shrugged.
"I will take you to meet someone. I am preparing a ritual recently, and she is the key to it."
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In a deep valley.
Inside a tall tent.
Matthew met Sif.
She was a beautiful girl with reddish-brown hair and a lovely face. Her skin was clean, except for a faint freckle on the left side of her nose, giving her a mischievous and charming look.
At the moment, she was wrapped in a thick blanket.
She seemed unconscious.
"Who is this girl?" Matthew asked knowingly.
"The only daughter of the Blood Flag family," Fain proudly raised his head.
"You should know what kind of bloodline she possesses..."
"As long as the ritual is successful, we can summon the Cataclysm and destroy everything."
Matthew remained silent.
He really didn't know what was special about the Blood Flag family's bloodline.
He tried to inquire indirectly, "How did you capture her?"
Fain didn't become conceited, "This is something you can only know after joining the sect."
"So, sir, I have shown enough sincerity, but you haven't even told me your name."
Matthew casually made up a name, "You can call me Rogge."
"What can I gain if I join you?"
Fain nodded, "So, it's Mr. Rogge. Our mission is to awaken the Cataclysm through a great ritual. Each successful attempt will bring rewards and treasures from our Lord. If you join us, you will also receive a share of these blessings."
"After you reach the Fourth Order, our Lord may grant you a Bone Dragon."
A Bone Dragon?
I already have one.
Matthew thought that this Warlock was even better at making empty promises than himself.
But on the surface, he still showed a hint of interest, "What do I need to do?"
Fain's eyes flickered, "A small test."
"Since you were able to kill Blackwood, you must have mastered the 'Death Veil,' right?"
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Death Veil.
A 12th-level spell of the Necromancer.
Its effect is equivalent to a small-scale, weakened version of the 'Undead Cataclysm'!
Wherever the Death Veil envelops, all creatures will have their life energy rapidly drained.
Then, one by one, they will be transformed into undead.
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"I can do it," Matthew frowned and said, "But the effect of this spell is not good. Even a disabled person has a chance to escape the range of the Veil with their will to survive."
This is also the embarrassing aspect of the Death Veil.
It sounds impressive.
A smaller version of the Undead Cataclysm.
But compared to the instant death judgment that the Undead Cataclysm is everywhere, the killing efficiency of the Death Veil is ridiculously low.
Even a necromancer who wants to kill innocent people indiscriminately would not bother to learn this spell.
"What if they just stand still and let you kill them?" Fain said with a smile.
Matthew's heart moved, and he immediately nodded, "Then, of course, I can."
"Very well."
Fain opened the tent door and gestured for the two to go out.
Outside the camp.
He shouted loudly, "Anglay! Bring everyone here."
Then he looked at Matthew and said in a low voice, "Prepare the spell."
"Are you crazy? Casting a spell in front of so many people, they will tear me apart!" Matthew refuted.
"No, trust me, they won't!" Fain said firmly.
"You have tampered with them..."
Matthew was puzzled, "But why would you do that? Although these people are all useless, they must have cost you a lot of money, right?"
"You have too many questions, sir."
Fain showed a hint of dissatisfaction for the first time.
While speaking, everyone gathered around.
Including the two guards who were originally guarding Sif's tent.
Fain suddenly let out a sharp scream—
Fifteen seconds later.
These people covered their heads in pain.
Then, one by one, they knelt on the ground.
At the same time, fine threads like whiskers emerged from their skin.
These gray threads floated in the air.
Emitting a strong aura of evil!
"Insight: Warlock Fain used 'Trickery'!"
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"Let's begin, Mr. Rogge!"
Fain looked at Matthew with an unfriendly gaze.
"Anglay! Take that girl and prepare my carriage!"
He called out again.
Matthew looked around.He noticed that besides the large tent where Sif was being held, there were also many small tents in the valley.
These small tents were not for habitation.
It seemed that something was hidden inside.
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"Insight: You sense a strong aura of trickery, this is the method of 'Illusory Creation'"
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Illusory Creation.
Death's Canopy.
Matthew suddenly realized:
He wants to create a batch of real Dark Spirits here!
Unlike the Undead, which are simply filled with negative energy.
The 'Dark Spirits' that have been overlaid with elements of trickery are even more terrifying and evil!
"Are you leaving?"
Matthew took out his staff, his gaze fixed on Fain.
"Yes, before you arrived, I received a secret message - the Blood Banner family's reaction was faster than I expected. Unfortunately, I have to postpone the ceremony and abandon this base."
Fain explained coldly:
"Their people are on the way, and of course, I have to prepare some surprises for them."
"If you don't take action, these Illusory Creations can only cause them a little trouble; but if you can create real Dark Spirits in the material world, not only can you make the Blood Banner family suffer a big loss, but you might also please my lord."
"Mr. Rogge, out of courtesy and respect, I have told you everything I should and shouldn't have. Now... please don't disappoint me."
As he spoke, his right hand rested on his sword.
His left hand was pressing on a spellbook engraved with a strange wolf head pattern.
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"I see, I understand."
Matthew smiled slightly, then raised his wooden staff, and a low incantation sounded.
Fain retreated to what he thought was a safe distance.
He watched Matthew with a full face of caution.
Until that moment.
A strong warning surged in his heart!
"I forgot to tell you, although I am a Necromancer, I am actually a good person."
Matthew smiled slightly:
"Also, the Bone Dragon, I've had it for a while."
As his words fell.
A silent roar took away all the sounds in the valley.
In the distorted air.
A huge creature full of bones fell from the sky!
The terrified Fain and Angrel wanted to twist their bodies.
Unfortunately, they couldn't do it.
A king-like aura spread out like a stone thrown into a calm pond.
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"Your summoned creature, Phyllis, used the ability 'Dragon's Might'!
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Warlock Fain and Samurai Angrel fell into a state of dizziness, weakness, and fear.
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Duration: 12 seconds"
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