Ink splattered in the barrel, contaminating the pile of manuscript paper in front of him.

He already frowned in displeasure.

In fact, he didn't frown. Not to mention hair, not even a little flesh and blood, the action of "frowning" is just used to describe his trembling-

A pair of red soul flames in the hood of the black cloth cloak instantly lit up. On the phalanx of the little finger of his left hand was a delicately patterned brass ring, which was now torn apart with a slight sound.

This means that the skeletal warrior he summoned has already stumbled.

As a member of the intellectual class of the Dill Realm of the Dead, Spike Calvin has a very good background, he was a nobleman of the Reicat Empire with noble blood during his lifetime, and in order to pursue the eternity of life, he went through all kinds of lies and deceptions, and finally found a right path-

Under the guidance of a superior lich, he successfully transformed into a member of the dead, and then continued to study necromancy, and after hundreds of years of practice, he has now become a powerful lich.

Spike Calvin.

The figure in the black cloth cloak remembers his original name, but he calls himself Spike most of the time, and the last name means nothing to a lich, who has lived through a long time, has a despised world, and has no wife or children-

His wife is long gone, and his children's children are children...... It should still be alive, but presumably these nobles who have a lot of affairs may have long forgotten their ancestor.

"Unforgivable!"

I don't know if he cursed his noble descendants, or if he vented his anger at the moment-

He briefly sorted out the scattered papers and manuscript papers on his desk, got up and left the desk.

As an intelligent creature that has lived for a long time, a necromancer who has turned himself into an undead, commonly known as a "lich" or "corpse witch", he may still have a little memory and feelings left in his life, but these things are almost very few left, and the usual calmness of the mage profession is reflected in his body at this time, which is extremely obvious.

Standing upright, he walked out of the cave, the night wind blowing the wide hem of his cloak, facing the moonlight, and behind Spike the Lich was a lonely shadow—

The Lich wasn't afraid of being alone, but the thought of the skeletal warrior he had just lost made his ribs hurt.

He has no flesh, so it doesn't hurt.

The skeleton warrior was a civilian knight with decent strength before he died, and it took Spike a lot of time and effort to find such a qualified human remains-

And the burial ground of the nobles is often guarded by the clergy of the Holy Radiance Church, and it is not something that he can easily enter. This is the best material he has found in the more than three years he has been in Nordinogo.

Spike has his own ideals and ambitions, and after the superior lich who guided him to become an immortal dead leads him to Diel, he begins to think about the future path -

He remembered the glory of the Calvin family in the past, dreamed, fantasized, and put it all into action, and he tried to build a force of his own.

And in the country of the dead, Diel, since the "freeman policy" was officially implemented in the year of hibiscus, the only way to obtain loyal subordinates is to create new "resurrectants" in addition to a large amount of money to hire them-

Although on the surface, most of the upper deceased faithfully carry out this policy, Spike knows more than just the surface, such as many of his lich peers who have a certain level of strength, all of them desperately learning the transformation ritual of the "resurrected" in private-

The upper echelons, including His Majesty Gregory, may have known about these things, but they seemed to keep a blind eye and did not make any calculations, and the increasing number of new "resurrectors" was not a bad thing for Diel.

Moreover, according to the information released by the White Bone Council, the level of power required for this transformation ritual is not too high, but the mystical complexity is enough to keep most learners out of the threshold of success.

Spike, the lich, is right on the threshold, swaying his feet back and forth.

That skeleton warrior, strictly speaking, can only be said to be a defective product, it inherited the martial arts and strength before its death, but lost most of its self-consciousness -

There were some important accounts of the transformation ritual of the "resurrected", and he wondered if the human knight had been dead for so long that his original soul had long since escaped.

The Soul Learning?

That should be in the hands of the gods or demons, and the lichs don't study it too deeply.

Still, as his first "resurrected" piece, the skeletal warrior was of great significance. Every once in a while, he summoned the skeleton to take a closer look.

As if longing for a miracle, he always hoped that the skeleton would one day speak to him.

……

"It hurts—"

The skeletal warrior had been scorched black by a continuous stream of fireballs, and the pale bones were emitting a strange scorching smell—

Gross raised the Frost Long Sword, and with a roar of rage, he slashed out a snow-like sword light, which instantly sliced into the neck of "Adam the Brave".

The output must be roared, which is Gross's experience and experience as a player in his previous life, and it is said to be able to effectively increase the damage of a lot.

Click-

The skeleton warrior's head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled on the mud ground a few times, and the soul fire was being extinguished, but at this time, from inside the skull, a muffled voice suddenly sounded.

Talking skeletons?

Gross was stunned. He clearly remembered that the "Adam the Brave" in the game in his previous life did not belong to the "Resurrection", could it be that something went wrong?

He took a few steps, stooped down and grabbed the skull head in his hand, and examined it carefully.

A pair of miserable green soul fires that were still jumping like candles in the wind were meeting his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Although he already knew that this was Adam, a former civilian knight, Gross asked a rather boring question.

"Huh...... My name...... Adam...... Knights of the Iris......"

The sound was staccato and staccato, like a broadcast under the interference of radio waves, but a few simple words already said some useful information.

Adam or a member of the Knights of Iris?

Wait, the skeleton warrior "Adam the Brave" has the strength of the inauguration high-level, and he used to be a member of the Iris Knights, Gross knows that the knights who have been stationed in Tarun all the year round, and the regular knights at least have the strength of the peak of the inauguration.

After transforming humans into the dead, even if they are "resurrected", they will lose a lot of strength in their lifetime, so the former knight Adam has at least reached the peak of his inauguration?

Putting away the Frost Sword, Gross held the skull in his hand, and was about to continue asking, only to find that the soul fire in his eye socket had been extinguished.