All the Necromancer Wants is to Plant Trees

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"You're late, Raga, but of course, so am I."

A powerful voice sounded next to Raga's ear.

As soon as he heard this voice, a smile appeared on Raga's face.

He turned around and embraced the newcomer, but due to his heavy armor, he could only symbolically hug the other person's waist.

"Welcome back, Witchy Lee."

Raga patted the other person's back sincerely.

Then he couldn't help but touch the other person's smooth forehead:

"Does it still feel the same as before?"

"If you dare to touch the head of an evil monk who worships 'Queen of Darkness Barbasha' or 'Twilight Creator Gailan', I can guarantee that your brain has already been smashed out—"

The monk who came to support with the Eastern Giant Eagle showed a helpless smile:

"But since you touched Li Witchy's head, he can only give you a disdainful look."

"It's good to see you."

Raga looked at Witchy Lee with emotion:

"You haven't changed much in ten years. Is this the help of 'Qi'?"

Witchy Lee smiled and said:

"Qi may delay aging, but following the precepts is the secret to eternal youth."

He looked towards the distant battlefield:

"To be honest, I couldn't believe that there would be a Necromancer in your army at first."

Raga's face turned dark:

"It was an accident. He is not under my command. In a sense, he made my pre-war declaration a joke—there must be a reason why Necromancers are disliked."

Witchy Lee said:

"You can't say that. If you had a Necromancer accompanying you when you ventured into Purgatory, the damage would have been much smaller."

Raga fell silent for a while, then snorted:

"So it's even more annoying, isn't it?"

"Forget about that. How was your search for the legendary path in the East?"

Witchy Lee said calmly:

"I once climbed a lonely peak ten thousand meters high and played with giant turtles and whales underwater. However, I never found the trace I was looking for."

"But I gained a lot along the way. Perhaps my strength hasn't improved, but my soul has been greatly satisfied."

Raga showed a smug smile:

"So your strength is still at the fourth rank, just like mine?"

Witchy Lee glanced at him:

"More or less, I'm just four levels higher than the fourth rank."

This time it was Raga's turn to roll his eyes.

"Hey, how can you two reminisce without mentioning the real hero?"

The Eastern Giant Eagle transformed into human form and interrupted discontentedly.

"To be honest, Howen, your flying speed may not be as fast as my 'Divine Steps'." Witchy Lee said seriously, "If you had let me come back alone earlier, maybe I could have been of help."

The Druid, Howen, became anxious:

"What kind of Divine Steps can run three thousand miles? After letting you ride for a day and night, is this how you treat me? Witchy Lee, there must be something wrong with your precepts!"

Witchy Lee joked:

"My precepts don't include taking care of small animals' self-esteem."

Howen immediately turned into a sparrow and pecked at Witchy Lee's head.

But Witchy Lee's bald head remained unharmed.

The sparrow pecked for a while, almost pecking its own beak bald.

Raga laughed on the side.

Until Zeller walked over, this playful scene that didn't match their age came to an end.

"Pay attention to your identity and image, you guys are no longer the young men from twenty or thirty years ago."

Zeller hugged Witchy Lee with a smile.

The latter immediately said emotionally:

"Oh, Zeller, you are still so handsome and charming. Resisting your charm may be the most difficult precept for me."

"Li, your flattery is still so clumsy, stiff, and even a bit disgusting."

Zeller showed a disgusted look with goosebumps:

"Ho Wen is right, I have never seen a monk who loves to talk nonsense more than you."

Witchy Lee shrugged:

"Is it possible that you monks have seen too few?"

Howen stepped on Witchy Lee's head and flapped his wings:

"It's rare for everyone to gather together. We must have a good drink. Witchy Lee, you're treating!"

Witchy Lee took out an empty pocket:

"My precepts don't allow me to drink, and my precepts also make me poor."

Raga shook his head:

"What a pity, it seems that only the three of us can drink."

Witchy Lee blinked:

"If I don't have to treat, I can occasionally break my precepts."

The four of them pushed and shoved and laughed for a while.

Years later, when they met again.

Although they were all worn-out old people in this turbid world.

But in front of their former comrades who fought side by side, everyone saw the shadows of their youth.

So their thoughts and actions couldn't help but break free.

As if back in their youthful days.

No worries, no reservations, no burdens.

All they had were the anticipation of a better tomorrow and the courage to move forward.

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On the battlefield.

Matthew rode on the Bone Dragon and swung his pale hand freely.

Killing with this thing can enhance its effect.

But killing low-level enemies only provides small benefits.

Nevertheless.Now the attack range of the Pale Hand has reached 5.6 meters.

This means that Matthew can ride on the back of the Bone Dragon and sweep the enemies below like a sweeping robot.

While clearing the small fries,

Matthew still keeps an eye on all directions.

He didn't miss the arrival of the Eastern Giant Eagle and the Monk, nor did he miss Raga's reinforcements.

But what happened next confused Matthew.

He thought these people would come to help.

Instead, they were catching up outside the forest?

Matthew could even hear their laughter!

"Are they embarrassed to steal my monsters? Or do they think there's no need to take action?"

Matthew pondered lightly.

But at this moment,

He suddenly noticed a dense shadow near the entrance of the mine!

"Are there underground creatures too?"

Matthew's heart skipped a beat.

Although he was riding Little Phi recklessly and arrogantly, he was actually at the end of his strength.

If another wave of enemies came, he would immediately turn around and let Raga handle the situation.

However, this time,

The underground creatures that appeared at the entrance of the mine seemed hesitant.

They lingered around for a while.

Their red eyes stared at Matthew and the Bone Dragon.

Both sides seemed to be in a standoff.

Just then,

A cool dragon chant suddenly came from behind Matthew!

Hoo!

A wave of air rushed past the edge of the Bone Dragon.

The dragon chant accompanied the air wave and rushed towards the entrance of the mine.

The underground creatures were sent into disarray by the rush!

Soon,

This new wave of underground creatures began to retreat.

Their figures quickly disappeared at the entrance of the mine.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

But his gaze couldn't help but sweep towards the data panel.

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"Prompt: You have encountered the Monk (Dragon Sect Master) Li Witchy (LV20).

Li Witchy used the 'Dragon Chant Air Wave' to force back the new underground coalition army..."

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"It seems that the Dark Domain is no longer peaceful."

A deep voice sounded behind Matthew.

Only to see the bald Monk walking through the air!

His steps were peculiar, seemingly slow, but in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived near Matthew.

Behind him,

Raga and the others were also approaching quickly.

Matthew dismounted from the Bone Dragon and took the initiative to greet them.

"Hello, Witchy Lee, you can also call me Matthew."

The other party reached out his right hand symbolizing friendship:

"Young Necromancer, I can feel the natural favor on you. You are the most unique inheritor of the Necromantic Way I have ever seen."

Matthew instinctively reached out his hand:

"Just call me Matthew."

Unexpectedly, Li Witchy shrank back:

"I heard that Necromancers are very enthusiastic, but there's no need to greet with an instant death spell."

Matthew smiled apologetically and switched to his left hand.

Li Witchy shook his hand with a smile, then patted his shoulder in a friendly manner:

"Just kidding, I have cultivated the 'Diamond Body' and am immune to all instant death spells."

At this time, Raga and Zeller also approached.

After a simple introduction,

Matthew learned that besides Li Witchy, the other Druid, Howen, who could transform into an Eastern Giant Eagle, was also a demigod's child.

But due to some special experiences, Howen could no longer participate in the battle.

"The enemy has not been completely eliminated, they were just scared away by me."

Li Witchy looked towards the direction of the mine entrance:

"You dug too deep, I can feel the approach of evil. Perhaps some force in the Dark Domain is stirring."

Raga and the others' faces turned serious.

Just as everyone was contemplating,

Li Witchy had already walked into the cave!

"I'll give them a little warning."

He said.

His figure disappeared at the entrance of the mine.

"Um, he just went in alone, don't we need to help?"

Matthew couldn't help but ask.

"He always acts alone."

Zeller explained:

"Don't worry, Li will be fine. He is the most special Monk I have ever seen, but he is very strong."

Raga, on the other hand, looked at Matthew with a complicated expression:

"You surprised me. I didn't expect you to single-handedly repel the enemy, which saved our people from losses. In theory, I am grateful to you. So, do you need any help?"

Matthew thought for a moment:

"Clean up the battlefield, move the bodies?"

Raga's face darkened, but he still agreed.

"By the way, I also want to build a cemetery under the forest, you know, I have a lot of undead creatures under my command now."

Matthew scratched his head embarrassedly.

Raga's face turned completely black.

He responded unkindly:

"This is your private land, you don't need to inform me about what you want to build."

Matthew became even more embarrassed:

"What I mean is, I don't have that much money and manpower."

Raga looked at Matthew in disbelief.

Zeller timely reminded:

"Matthew has been guarding Rolling Stone Town alone."

Raga turned and walked away:

"Whatever money and manpower you need, discuss it with Zeller!"

Matthew shouted at Raga in time:"Wait, there's one more thing."

He pointed towards the source of the snoring and reminded:

"There's an ogre over there, one of the key members of the Cataclysm Cult. I don't know what to do with him."

The group circled around the ogre.

"I think I have a way to wake him up."

Howen, who had transformed back into a human, pulled out a pitch-black potion bottle from somewhere.

He uncorked the bottle.

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A gas with an incredibly ugly smell gushed out.

Everyone else retreated several steps.

"Achoo!"

Even the soundly sleeping ogre was smoked out and sneezed.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up halfway.

Everyone immediately drew their weapons, their faces full of caution.

"What's going on?"

The ogre looked at everyone in confusion.

"You've been utterly defeated!"

Raga sternly shouted:

"All your companions have been killed by us!"

Unexpectedly, the ogre's face was filled with joy:

"So, I've been captured?"

Raga was taken aback for a moment, then affirmed:

"That's right!"

Thud!

The ogre flopped down onto the ground:

"Great, Sinwalk has been captured, Sinwalk can have a good sleep now!"

A few seconds later.

Under the shocked and complex gazes of everyone.

The thunderous snoring once again rhythmically resounded.

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