Chapter 297: The Undead Mage, Tyramus

"I really don't want Long to worry!"

Noah, the leader of a country, sighed unconsciously when his eldest son was thrown into a continent before he reached adulthood and was still in his teenage years. He was not given a single soldier but allowed to expand his territory.

Regardless of the parenting standards of any branch of the metal dragon clan, Noah's current behavior can be called a bastard, because any responsible chromatic dragon will raise his own offspring as a young dragon before expelling him from the dragon's nest.

However, Noah did not feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior at all. He had awarded a land to his son. When it came to generosity, there were few dragons in the world who could compare with him. The Dragon God was comparable to him. It pales in comparison.

After seeing his eldest son, Noah was going to take a look at his younger son to see how his younger son was living in the Demon King's City, whether he had adapted to the environment of the Demon King's City and corrected his addiction to law. A completely unnecessary annoyance.

Noah could sense the location of his younger son, but he did not choose to come directly like he saw his older son. After all, the younger son was staying in the cemetery. This location was not easy. It could still pose some threats to him, and he was fine. Running over would cause a lot of trouble to his great-nephew.

"granduncle!"

However, the eldest nephew Wayne who contacted him looked a little unnatural, as if he had encountered something unspeakable.

"What happened?"

Noah's expression was calm and his voice was steady, because in his perception, his youngest son Tyramus was in good condition and his vital signs were normal. Since it was not about life or death, other things were minor problems.

"There were some little surprises that happened that I wasn't expecting."

The Demon King, who ruled hundreds of millions of undead, tried to control his expression, and kept recalling the countermeasures that took a long time to come up with in his mind.

Although this was not an errand he took on on his own initiative, but was forced upon him by his great-uncle, it was a fact that he did not do it well when he took it.

He did not expect that things would develop to this point, but no one could have expected this kind of thing. Who would have thought that the majestic pure-blooded golden dragon would take the initiative to learn necromancy.

"So, you want to tell me that my descendant learned and mastered necromancy without any guidance and became a necromancer?"

After hearing his great nephew talk about Tyramus's experience in the necropolis during this time, Noah still accurately extracted the content and then asked questions very naturally.

This is indeed something that ordinary people cannot imagine. Not to mention the metal dragon clan, even among the color dragon clan, they all despise the black dragon who can learn to master necromancy and even transform into a lich form. Even the white dragon dares to do so. Taunt the undead black dragon.

The dignified golden dragon actually learned necromancy. If he told it, he would only be regarded as a joke and would not be believed at all. But this thing actually happened at this moment.

"As much as I would like to deny this, I see no point in hiding it."

Wayne had a look of helplessness on his face,

"I tried to correct it with violence and destroy all the undead he enslaved, but it was no use. This is a necropolis. He can create more undead at any time as long as he wants."

"Let me see his current state!"

Noah was not as furious as his great-nephew expected, not even a trace of anger or irritation. Instead, he acted quite curious and in high spirits.

As a result, Noah, the holy dragon known as the Golden Sun, saw what his own son looked like now. It was a young golden dragon guarded by dozens of corpse lords and hundreds of beautiful high-level ghosts.

Even in such a childish form, it cannot conceal the indifference, solemnity, and a kingly demeanor that this young dragon has honed in countless battles, strategizing and having everything under control.

This young dragon is entrenched on a dragon couch made of piles of dead bones, commanding the dead lords and ghosts he has enslaved to methodically kill the low-level undead that keep emerging, while he is coiled on the dragon couch of bones. , carefully read through the pages of books, calmly and completely forgetful of myself.

"..."

Noah was originally a little worried that his youngest son would not be able to get used to living in an underground necropolis for a long time, but looking at the boy's current behavior, his little life was not to mention how nourishing it was.

However, according to Noah's observation, this little kid did not really enter a state of selflessness. He was fully aware of everything that happened within the confines of his room.

For example, he will continuously pour in from all directions and try to harass him, accurately select individuals with excellent quality, and then forcibly plunder them to gain control of them.

Noah just watched helplessly. In a very short period of time, this little kid picked out three beautiful and beautiful female ghosts from the roaring crowd of ghosts, and then enriched his group of ghost maids. in, with a satisfied look on his face.

"What's going on? Don't you have a decent necromancer under your command? Why did you let him take it so easily?"

Under such a situation, Noah couldn't help but look at his great-nephew and began to hold him accountable.

This little kid didn't learn well at a young age. He was still a young dragon, and he started to form such a large group of ghost maids. It was outrageous.

He doesn't even have a father. As a majestic holy dragon, he only has thousands of great fairies and hundreds of dragon fairies serving him.

"Uncle, your child's soul essence is too high, and he has already discovered it, so we don't dare to really hurt him.

Therefore, in every fight, the mages under my command did not dare to compete with him, but would give in after a little push with him. "

Wayne had to explain the reason. He did not intentionally lead Uncle Long to the evil path of the undead, but that Uncle Long was really good at exploring the rules and taking advantage of them.

After Tyramus discovered that he would not be fatally harmed in this graveyard full of undead, and even if he walked out of the room, he would only receive a beating at most, he became more and more courageous and acted more arrogantly. Unscrupulous, this has created the current scene.

The pure-blooded golden dragon who inherited the bloodline of his ancestors actually began to study undead spells, and also formed an undead corps with average strength to defend himself from small-scale undead invasions and gain time to study spells.

I have to say that if race is put aside, Uncle Long's talent, or rather his brain circuit, is really extraordinary.

"Where did the undead spell book in his hand come from?"

Noah asked a question that went straight to the core. A spell, even if it was just a zero-level trick, might have the effect of making children and ignorant girls happy, but it was also one of the accumulated wisdom of race and civilization.

Noah did not believe that his children could create and control spells out of thin air that could manipulate the undead and compete for control of the undead.

If Tyramus had such qualifications, the legendary mage Serena would not be enough in front of him. Since he didn't create it himself, someone took the initiative to teach him.

"He himself found that there are necromancy inheritance in many hidden corners of the necropolis. I don't know how many there are specifically, so I have no way to stop it. The most important thing is that I did not expect that he would be sensitive to necromancy. interest."

Wayne immediately distanced himself from the relationship and instigated a noble golden dragon to learn necromancy. He did not want to be guilty of such a crime. For him, this was a real disaster.

"Is that so?"

Noah nodded.

"Uncle, since something like this has happened, do you think we should take him back?"

Wayne requested without euphemism. He still maintained respect for his great-uncle, but he really didn't like the feeling of having an ancestor above his head.

Although he didn't need to personally serve him, he could think of someone on his territory who he could neither provoke nor touch, let alone offend, and who had to carefully take care of him. This demon king felt a little sad.

"Why do you want to take him back? Isn't it nice for him to be here?"

Noah asked rather confused.

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"But if he masters more necromancy, then he will eventually..."

"Didn't you also become the King of the Undead? But you didn't degenerate into the undead, right? My descendant just learned some necromancy skills. It's good to broaden his horizons.

Moreover, when he learns these spells, he adapts to local conditions and adapts to the environment. There is no problem. If he clings to the glory of the so-called racial bloodline and does not know how to adapt, then I will be disappointed.

Now, he knows how to abandon these false things that have no practical meaning and integrate into the environment, which makes me happy, so I think you have done a good job.

However, it's not enough. You need to put more pressure on him. Since he already has his own undead army, then you can send your subordinates to attack him.

It's best to make every attack to wipe out all the undead he enslaved, leaving only himself. I'm looking forward to what potential he can unleash under such oppression! "

Perhaps Tyramus's addiction to law has not been eliminated, but every spell he learns now is undoubtedly to fight for his own living space and is mainly practical.

"Since it is your request, then I will naturally satisfy it all!"

Wayne's expression remained unchanged, but he was disappointed in his heart. His vision of sending this ancestor away seemed to have come to nothing. This great-uncle was determined to use his place as a training ground to train his heirs.

"My requirements are not high, as long as he can walk out of your place alive."

Noah said with a smile, but the demon king who ruled the necropolis was expressionless. It seemed like a simple request, but there was no telling how many mysteries were hidden in it.

Wayne had not forgotten the request made by his uncle the last time he contacted him, asking him to personally participate and let Uncle Long practice his skills to the best of his ability before leaving the cemetery. But now he recognized Uncle Long's behavior of learning spells. , this means that we still have to hone the ultimate meaning of the law here, it is simply endless.

Unfortunately, the King of the Undead, who rules hundreds of millions of undead souls, has no confidence to refuse. Although this request is indeed excessive, it is not impossible to satisfy.

"Skills and techniques are extremely important, uncle, you really have high hopes for your heir!"

After finishing the exchange with the Holy Dragon Uncle, the Demon King sat on the Skeleton Throne and gently tapped the side of the armrest. A skull with a cracked top, and a red light flashing deep in the dark and deep pupils,

"Since you don't mind your children learning necromancy, then I will help your heirs!"

The Demon King, who had completely taken control of the necropolis, reached out and turned the page. A book that was as tall as half a man, with a cover that shone with a dark metallic luster, appeared in his hands.

On the cover of this heavy book, there are seven different forms of the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper wearing a gray robe and holding a sickle is just one of them, and it is at the end.

Around these seven Grim Reapers are all kinds of undead with different appearances. In addition to a few common types, there are many nameless but terrifying types. Some of them are unfamiliar even to Wayne, the king of the undead.

The Black Book of the Dead

One of the treasures in the treasure house of the first generation of the Immortal King, and one of the treasures he values ​​most. However, with the fall of the Immortal King, most of the treasures have basically been cheapened by Wayne.

As a living person, Wayne, who has never considered transforming into a dead spirit, does not care about the Black Book of the Dead in his hand, which is valued by the Immortal King.

Even though it contains many taboo knowledge that can make high-level undead crazy, such as how to advance, break through the shackles of the soul, how to reincarnate from death, and reverse resurrection, the most important knowledge of the Black Book of the Dead is that it contains the path to the immortal gods, and there is knowledge describing the field of [Death].

Unfortunately, these knowledge that even demigod liches will go crazy about are worthless in Wayne's eyes. Now, he is planning to throw this black book, which is more valuable than a divine weapon to an elder.

Because he has realized that if he doesn't shed some blood, he will never be able to send this uncle away. The uncle arranged his offspring to him not on a whim, but with a premeditated plan.

So, after Noah saw it, the Undead Master Tyramus suddenly felt that the difficulty of survival had increased by more than ten times. He tried his best to command his Undead Legion to resist the continuous impact of the Undead Tide. After fighting to the last member, he finally fell under the siege of a group of dark knights.

"I also want to form a group of black knights!"

The body was almost buried in broken bones and ashes, and the wounded golden dragon recalled the might of the group of Undead Knights charging just now, and secretly made up his mind.

Tear~

As he fell, the swarming undead had receded like a tide. Tyramus, who was exhausted, suddenly felt a severe tearing pain from the tip of his tail. At the same time, a black light also merged into his body...