Chapter 980 Gretel, Are You Determined to Be the Lord of Plague?

While people were joking and joking here in Thunder Horn - mainly because Gretel was beaten unilaterally - the atmosphere in Black Crow Swamp was quite solemn.

Lin En stood in front of a tall and thin black-robed mage with his head lowered and his hands clasped tightly. The black-robed mage was pale, and his face was more bloated than chubby. His pupils were dark and stared straight at Lin En's face.

His black robe was made of an unknown material. At first glance it looked like the highest grade velvet, but upon closer inspection it looked translucent, with countless pale dots rising one after another inside. If you stare at it carefully, every little dot is a painful human face...

There is no mage badge on his robe. It is obvious that this person has reached the point where even if he doesn't use the mage badge, he doesn't have to worry about no one recognizing him. At least Linn recognized him——

The disciple of His Excellency the Immortal, his own mentor, and the senior brother of Archmage Edgar. Among the necromancers still remaining in Nevis under the Immortal's sect, the highest-ranking one——

Gastro Hines, an eighteenth-level necromancer, branch of death.

"You were in danger this time and Black Crow Swamp was unable to rescue you. I'm sorry."

Master Hines spoke slowly. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords for at least ten years——

Lin En knew that this was normal. Many high-level necromancers were accustomed to using ventriloquism to speak, or simply used the necromancers they carried with them to speak for them. As for themselves?

A body that has gradually been infiltrated by negative energy and is even preparing to transform into a lich, what kind of voice function do you need!

He quickly lowered his head and stared at the corner of the robe of the elder, while being careful not to let himself be immersed in that robe:

The bone-white robe of Master Hines is also a famous magic weapon in Black Crow Swamp, and it restrains hundreds of dead souls. He even used space magic to refine eighteen skulls, all of which were the most powerful enemies he had killed in his life, including many obtained by leapfrog kills.

When facing enemies, enemies with insufficient level will be distracted by the magic robes just by taking a glance at them; even if they can resist, the dead souls and skulls will fly out together, and they can still beat the opponent into confusion. What's more, these dead souls and skeletons can level up by eating their enemies...

"I was in danger at the time, the situation was unknown, and the New World was too vast and full of dangers." Lin lowered his head and spoke in a calm tone. Even his heart was calm and without any resentment:

"Whether it is according to the habits of the mage or the habits of Black Crow Swamp, there is no reason for the school to spend too much manpower and energy to rescue me and fall into danger."

He raised his head and looked directly at Master Heins, his eyes calm and unblinking:

"Besides, in order to save me, the teacher also did everything he could with people, effort, and money. I am very grateful."

"...Anyway, Black Crow Swamp is very happy that you can get out of trouble." Master Heins sighed secretly, wondering whether this child was pulled over by Thunder Horn.

No resentment, just because there are no expectations. If you have expectations for the school and the teacher, how can you really not be resentful?

He turned over his hands and took out a space bag and handed it to Linn:

"You advanced to level 9 in the New World. There must be some five-ring spells that you didn't redeem before you left. These are some spells collected in Black Crow Swamp. You can take a look at them first. There are also two magic rewards from the master. equipment."

Although this kind of icing on the cake is not as good as providing timely help, it is still better than nothing. Linn took it with both hands, lowered his head, and listened to Master Haines continue:

"By the way, the Eagle God has scratched your magic pet. As long as it doesn't swallow it, we will make it spit it out. If there is more than one crystal skull, one of them will be assigned to your name."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Lin En bowed lightly and did not refuse. The school was willing to give to him, and of course he was grateful and willing to reciprocate. Is there any need to refuse such a win-win situation?

Master Heins nodded:

"Your teacher has just been promoted to level 13 recently. For the time being, he is still busy with study and research. In the future, if you have any questions, you can ask me directly." After saying this, Lin En nodded and immediately continued:

"——Come, take a walk with me and get to know the mages who are here this time."

Linn hesitated. He quickly glanced at Gretel and shook his head:

"Sorry, I think it's better for me to follow Master Nordmark."

Hines waved his hand and stopped talking. Linn walked quickly behind Grete and lined up between Serira and Bernard. He followed Grete forward step by step and listened to the introductions one by one by Senior Brother Baierbo:

"This is Gassani Muniz, your senior sister Philbi's disciple, level 15, force field direction."

Master Muniz took a step forward and nodded to Gret first. Although he has a higher level, in front of the Lord of Thunder, Gretel is sitting and he is standing. Gretel can discuss and ask questions, but he can only listen with his ears open...

Besides, this person is already level 10. At this rate of advancement, he might be higher than him in a few years. How can he be arrogant to the other party based on his own level?

Grete nodded quickly in return. Senior Brother Baierbo then pointed to the next one:

"This is Isabel Ladd, level 15, sonic direction."

Isabel smiled at him but did not move, waiting for Gretel to bow first. Gretel instantly understood:

This person is not from Thunder Horn, maybe from another branch of the Evocation Department? Also, even though the teacher is a rotating legend stationed at Igor Peak, it is not good for him to swallow all the money and not share it with others...

"This is Archmage Mansfield of the Conjuration System, a 9th-level arcanist, and a level 17 magician. He is good at portal construction, mage tower construction, and tower spirit enlightenment."

Wow! acquaintance! Grete saluted respectfully. Archmage Mansfield smiled and said:

"I was the one who came to enlighten your mage tower in the first place. In just a few years, it has gone from level three to level ten. It's amazing! If you work harder, your mage tower can be upgraded again in the future!"

"It depends on the harvest of this wave..." Grete laughed. Archmage Mansfield also laughed:

"I also hope that this time the harvest will be better. At the very least, if the council wants to build the mage tower in the Eagle Country, it can use more local materials and consume less of the ones brought by the council..."

"Then it's up to me." Another mage beside him interrupted. Gretel turned around after hearing this, and Archmage Baierbo gave him some pointers:

"This is Archmage Vickers from the Alchemy Guild. He is level 15. He is good at manufacturing magic equipment and identifying precious materials..."

Okay, is this person responsible for identifying, refining materials, and providing raw materials to the mage tower? It seems that this action of the Parliament is to build a permanent base in the Eagle Country...

Gretel followed his senior brother, nodding, smiling, and saying names one by one. The people who came from the council this time were two at level 18, two at level 17, and a bunch of people at level 16 and 15. Of course, each archmage also brings one or two combat-class followers, who are also level 15 and up.

This row of people stood up, and Grete looked a little frightened:

Is the treasury of the Eagle Country enough?

Will it be necessary to plunder the people, raid nobles and wealthy businessmen, or even go to temples to dismantle golden statues?

It’s not good to go too far. In the final analysis, we are here to cooperate, not to steal money!

The rest of the people were standing far below the airship and did not come over, nor were they personally introduced by the Archmage. Grete guessed that many of them were apprentices, disciples, or staff of the parliament, brought here to do their bidding, or preparing to go to the Eagle Kingdom to start work?

"Everyone rest here for three days!" After the introduction, Archmage Baierbo's loud voice immediately spread throughout the team:

"Inspect the airship, replenish food, drinking water and energy, and purchase supplies! Take advantage of these three days to understand the situation in the New World and purchase some additional things suitable for the local conditions. In three days, meet here early in the morning!"

The crowd dispersed in an uproar. Maintenance of airships, maintenance of airships, chatting with local mages, shopping together, trying to buy cheap things and going to stores one after another...

Gretel just stretched his head and wanted to go on the airship for a walk when his senior brother pushed him back:

"Why do you still want to be lazy? Let's go back and write the paper quickly! Before the airship sets off, hand in the paper quickly and the teacher can give it to you quickly!"

Gretel: T_T

I'm not saying that, my recent achievements are rather strange, and the teacher may not approve them...

However, under the violent suppression of his senior brother, Gretel remained obedient and went to write. Well, the first part, the advanced process and insights, as well as the analysis and vigilance of the power of faith;

The second article uses bleaching powder solution as the raw material to induce cloud and fog, and analyzes the ability to restrain [Fog of Disease];

The third article uses cowpox as a casting material to trigger the [fog of disease] and inoculate it quickly and in large quantities;

In the fourth article, he revised it and lowered it to the third level of mass disease technique...

Archmage Baierbo comes around every once in a while. I saw Gretel writing at his desk for a while, with a focused expression, and the [Endless Ink Pen] rubbed against the paper, making a swishing sound;

For a while, he leaned in front of the case, eyes slightly closed, only the hard-working oak staff curling up the pen to write hard. It seemed that he was using mind control instead of handwriting;

After a while, he jumped up and turned around a few times, moved his hands and feet, and jumped in place a few times. Oak Staff continued to write hard, and then jumped up on the spot and gave Gretel a big surprise:

"Okay...I'll write it myself..."

Gretel muttered to his oak staff and sat back down. Archmage Baierbo stood beside his desk, picked up a paper and started reading.

After reading the first article, I nodded and smiled; after reading the second article, I pondered slightly; after reading the third article, I frowned slightly; after reading the fourth article...

"Are you determined to become the Lord of Plagues? For such a long time, you haven't studied even a little bit about the spells in the plasticity department?!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Let go! It hurts!"

Gretel tilted his head and bared his teeth.

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