It was dark, and I left here with all my heart.

After watching it for a long afternoon, I expanded a lot of ideas.

In the game of the previous life, there were too many limitations, and it was impossible to have so many possibilities in reality.

The wonder of Skeletron, the strength of the carrion dragon, and the peculiarity of the stitching monster all made Quanxin want to try it.

Unfortunately, it's not time yet, and it will take at least a month before you can try it.

"It's time to go to the tutor, calculate the time, the evening class is about to start, seriously, this should be my first class, or teach someone else." He smiled, sped up with all his heart, and spent ten minutes to find the mentor.

"Mentor, I'm here." Standing beside the mentor, he whispered from all his heart.

"Well, let's go, today, I am responsible for lecturing to the newly admitted students, and you can also come and see how I teach, and when the time comes, you will be the one who will give the lecture." Mark happily looked at Quanxin and introduced some key places while leading the way.

The two of them walked out of the Necronomical Building and went to a classroom not far away, one that was underground and looked like a giant coffin.

"Wow."

The flow of water, the bright red blood instead of the transparent river water, and the strange scenery can temper the spirit of the students.

The bones everywhere and the smell of all kinds of rancid smell are a test for the students.

Looking at everything in the classroom, it feels so new.

In the game of the previous life, there was no such thing.

"Stand and welcome the Dean." A fat sixth-level professor spoke, and behind him, dozens of magic apprentices stood up.

He looked at Mark and Quanxin in a daze.

Following behind Mark, his eyes scanned the magic apprentices, and he smiled at their eyes.

It seems that there are many people who are not yet able to adapt, as a necromancer, of course, you have to be with corpses often, and if you can't adapt, you are not a qualified necromancer at all.

They are still young and can adapt faster.

"Huh."

How many people's eyes are very smart, and they adapt to it so quickly?

Pay attention to the few students who are different from others, and have some good feelings for them wholeheartedly.

These students, all of whom had only recently joined the academy, were found to have the talent of the Death Department, so they were sent here to study.

The study time will not exceed three months, and the number of students in the death department is relatively small among all the academies.

Counting carefully, there are only forty-seven people in the huge classroom, so there are so few people.

"Ahem, I'm one of the deans of the Academy of Death, you can just call me Dean Mark, this is my disciple, the new dean of the academy, the vice dean of the heart."

"What do you see, call the dean." When the obese teacher heard this, he hurriedly yelled, and his mental fluctuations were cathartic, so that those students who were in a daze came over.

"Hello Dean, good Dean."

"Good vice president, good vice president."

Listening to the heartfelt greetings, there are no surprises in the whole heart, and it is strange to be in a good mood.

I didn't pay attention to those godless students, and focused on them wholeheartedly, looking at those few students whose eyes were shining.

As a vice dean, even if it is a vice-deputy, he needs to lead several disciples, and the source of his disciples is, of course, the magic apprentices in the Death Academy.

Such a person, clean, who doesn't understand anything, can be cultivated slowly, and wholeheartedly plans to train a few younger brothers, trying to find a way to change skills from training.

"We are a necromantic line, although we are feared by ordinary people, but our strength is definitely the strongest, except for life to restrain us, we are not afraid of other factions."

"You are all new students and the future of our necromantic line, remember, death is not the end, but our beginning."

"The most crucial point is that you are death warriors, you are necromancers, maybe some other class, but remember one sentence, we bring death, not death near us."

Ancient words came out of Mark's mouth, and those words were contagious.

It's like those game slogans in the previous life, saying that each class is special.

The death lineage is to bring death and end other lives, which is the definition of the death lineage.

As for what necromancers, death warriors, death archers, death knights, etc., they are all just branches of it, and the definitions are all the same, but the degree of use of power is different.

After saying these big words, Mark began to explain some of the basics of magic, such as how to go from a magic apprentice to a magician, and how to quickly get through the magic apprenticeship stage.

How to make yourself stronger, how to overcome fear.

These words made the students below gradually sober up, and with Mark's explanation, all the students came to life.

The dull expression disappeared without a trace, and the godless eyes slowly became godly.

Under Mark's leadership, they had a preliminary understanding of death and expected the strength of their line.

For the future, full of hope, the things that give them nightmares, have also become less scary.

Mark spoke for a long time, and the students listened for a long time, until in the middle of the night, Mark stopped.

"William, you can continue to teach, these students are okay." Mark waved his hand, and the fat teacher immediately came over and took over Mark's topic, explaining some small magic, some magic that a magic apprentice could learn.

How to perceive the magic and how to condense.

In the past few months, he has said these words many times, but only a few people have understood them, and the rest are at a loss.

And today, Mark's words can be regarded as enlightening their minds, so that they are no longer afraid, after tonight, I don't know how many people set foot on the door.

How many people are there who condense the fighting spirit of death.

In the corner of the podium, Mark looked at the students below with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, this kind of thing, it's very simple."

"Mentor, you're used to it, I can't do this." looked at the tutor bitterly, and showed an embarrassed expression on his wholehearted face.

Let him enlighten those beginners, it's impossible, if it's a scary killing, he will definitely not be weaker than anyone, but teach, this won't work.

There was no left and right in the previous life, and there was no left and right in the Great Xia world.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time, I think I didn't do well at the beginning, but if I do more, it's good, and you don't have to learn from me, use your knowledge to warn these juniors, and teach them in your way."

"Remember, each has its own way, everyone is different, what we have to do is to let them know that their future belongs to them, as long as they work hard, this is enough."

"Yes, mentor, I do my best." Look at the light of hope that beams across the mentor's face.

This light is obviously not in line with death.

Death, however, wears everything away, not hope.

No, who said that in death, there is no hope, absolutely.

Thinking of something, I have a better understanding of the definition of death.

"How's it going, are there any students you like? If there is, I will make the decision and let them become your disciples, no, to become your students, disciples, you need to be cautious. ”

"If you meet a disciple like Frank, you'll break your heart."

"Yes, I'm observing."

"Okay."