Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Eight Medical Class

At the same time, Lorraine Hill, who was studying medicine at Temple College, was still listening to the teacher's explanation, unaware of what happened at the Castle College.

She was wearing a pure white college uniform, and about a dozen other students followed the teacher in the mountains near the north of Temple College.

"The place we're going to today is an ancient battlefield of the Chaos Calamity in the past. It was newly discovered a few years ago. There are many heroes who sacrificed in the past and those terrifying and twisted opponents buried in it."

"But don't worry, everyone. After nearly a thousand years, even the phantom of chaos has long since dissipated, and all that is left at the scene are the bones behind them."

"Besides, the entire Emenas has been cleaned and purified several times by the sages. Even if the chaotic disaster breaks out again, this is the safest place in the world."

The teacher wearing a black robe was walking in the mountains, his skin was slightly pale, and it seemed that he had not seen the sun for a long time, but the most striking thing was the scythe in his hand. Its appearance is simple and simple, with a little copper color in the black, and its blade is brighter due to wear and tear. Under the white light of a cloudy day, it reflects a vague cold light.

"It's here, it's here." The teacher walked to an unremarkable open space, stopped, turned back and grinned at the students.

The white and purplish skin and dark red lips are indescribably infiltrating, causing the students behind him to murmur and panic. On the contrary, Roland Hill looked at the teacher with interest, knowing that he was not malicious, just a little bit of bad taste.

"Today I will show you how to open the box... No, open the grave." The teacher swung the sickle in his hand like a hoe, hit the ground, brought up the soft soil, and then again, it seems, this This kind of thing has been done a lot in the past, and it is old and skilled.

"Come out." The teacher's sickle hit something and was brought out. It was a broken bone.

"Come here, everyone gathered around to see what kind of bone is this, whether it is a human, an elves, or other beasts or creatures, and which part of the body is it from."

The students looked at the bones, observed them carefully, and made various guesses.

Because of extraordinary abilities, most injuries and muscle tears can be easily treated, but the bones are different. Scheduled to study at an earlier time point.

And when it comes to this, the one who is best at it is naturally the superhuman of the necromantic sequence. In the history of Ivar, for a long time, doctors were actually held by necromancers. They have a great understanding of the human body and have a wealth of anatomical experience. From the beginning of the junior necromancer, he will learn to sew corpses, and after being proficient in sewing the wounds of living people, he will be able to sew them easily.

All the year round in person (cemetery), practical operation (digging graves and touching bones), one-stop service (if the doctor is not good, it will not be wasted after death), before the angel sequence became popular, these extraordinary people in black always controlled the vast number of people. People's life and death matters, and their social status is also very noble. At the height of the Quicksilver Dynasty, it was a particularly honorable thing to be a doctor (necromancer).

After listening to the guesses of these students, the teacher was not in a hurry to deny it, but asked everyone why they came to this conclusion before revealing the answer.

He first let the students disperse, and then knocked the long handle at the tail of the sickle to the ground, a lavender hidden ripple spread, and it seemed that there was no change. The students present looked at the ground in puzzlement. Roland Hill sensed that within the range with the sickle as the center, the usual connections in the soil were broken and turned into particles like fine sand.

Then the ground rose and fell, and bones of different sizes gradually surfaced to the ground under the influence of the necromantic sequence, and the previously guessed bones were thrown back into the sand by the teacher. The skeleton of the last animal is stitched together.

Like a horse but not a horse, the corpse had a long horn on its forehead.

Is it a unicorn? Roland Hill guessed in his heart that many other classmates had similar ideas in their hearts.

"It seems that we are really lucky this time. This is the corpse of a unicorn, but what's more special is that this is a black unicorn, not our common white unicorn." The teacher began to detail Introduced, and then talked about judging the cause of the death of this unicorn from the bones.

After analyzing the experience of the unicorn's injury and death, although it was a medical course, the teacher of the necromantic sequence still seems to have not forgotten his old line, and began to introduce to the students how to make the most of this corpse, into combat power.

Is it to add another skeleton to form a skeleton knight, or find other horse-shaped skeletons to make the part of the bone spur chariot, or simply remove the horse's head and add the corpse of a humanoid creature to become a composite centaur Undead Knight.

The teacher talked about the advantages and disadvantages of various methods, as well as the difficulty. The direction of the course was unknowingly skewed again.

After class, the students dispersed, and the black-robed teacher picked up the sickle and turned to the place where he lived, which was a house halfway up the mountain.

"Come back?" A woman in her 40s greeted her husband who returned home with a prepared dinner on the table.

"how are you today?"

"It's okay, anyway, these things have been talked about for many years, and I have memorized them myself."

"You can't just recite things. The sages have said before that it should be based on the current situation and more current events, so that the students can listen more easily." The wife helped to pat the dust on his clothes, Then the two sat down to eat.

"You, you always like to be caught in class

How many times have the school deducted bonuses for bringing other content? Why don’t you wake up and just explain medical knowledge? "

The teacher in black robe held a wine glass and drank slowly.

"I want to, but...I can't do it."

The teacher sighed.

"My ancestors' ancestors have always been the necromancers of the Quicksilver Dynasty, and our family has arisen because of the necromantic sequence. In the past years, I don't know how many people in the family have shed blood for the dynasty. It has always been something to be proud of and Glory thing. But..."

"Since the end of the dynasty, after it fell apart, all the supernatural beings of the necromancer sequence have been liquidated, distributed, reprimanded, and ordered to be rehabilitated.

"So many years have passed, if it wasn't for the Green Trey family regaining its glory again and shining brightly in the battle between Green Green and Oz, maybe even now, the Necronomicon sequence would still be suppressed."

"Although the necromancer sequence is legal and official today, the number of people is always declining due to reputation and other reasons."

"I don't want to see a certain day in the future, this sequence is excluded from Emenas because of too few people."

"So even if I am accused and reprimanded by the sages, I still want more students to understand the next extraordinary sequence. It is so interesting and bizarre, and it is not exactly what everyone imagined."

"I admit we've made mistakes in history, but I don't think it's humble enough to be so despised."

"It's okay to scold me or deduct my money. As long as I'm still working at the school, I want more students to know the value and fun of the Necronomicon sequence."

He ate dinner slowly, and unknowingly said a lot, as if to vent the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and his eyes seemed to recall that heyday and glorious era.