"Ammar, things have changed, and the guards I left in the Dark River Cave are being ............ Uh!!h ”

As he spoke, Trisuan suddenly let out a miserable cry.

"Mentor! What's wrong with you? The black-haired 'youth' Ammar asked hurriedly, and at the same time, he looked around nervously, for fear that the movement here would attract the attention of the servants.

Luckily, the soundproof barrier set up by the Archmage was extremely effective.

The servants were still under the steward's command, hurriedly but methodically packing, and did not pay any attention to the direction.

After a few breaths, Trisuan also returned to normal.

"Damn, I killed four of them in an instant, it's disgusting!" The corpse witch cursed and muttered to himself.

"Mentor?"

Ammar asked her mentor in a questioning tone.

Trisuan covered his eyes, and his tone was quite solemn:

"It's Kyle Noyns here, and just now, he's already cleared the guards I left behind, and he's heading here." The corpse witch asked solemnly, "Ammar, how much has been transferred?" ”

Faced with the tutor's sudden question, Ammar was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "30% of the truck has been loaded." ”

"Speed it up for me, it must all be loaded and shipped away within half an hour!"

Hearing Trisuan's words, Ammar's face was embarrassed: "Mentor, there is no way to be faster, I have to move a box to the five silver dragons at a sky-high price, these people are already doing their best!" They're just ordinary people, and they're only so efficient. ”

"Really?"

The corpse witch pondered for a moment, then pulled out a gray potion bottle, "Then make them no longer ordinary people!" ”

"Mentor, you want to ......" Seeing this bottle, Ammar was shocked.

Angliel, who had been silent, nodded slightly, as if in agreement.

Trisuan didn't care about their opinions, and asked directly, "Ammar, my apprentice, you should have learned the basic necromancy spell, right?" ”

“…… Yes. ”

Ammar hesitated.

"Good!" The Witch handed the flask to the apprentice, "Mix this into the potion of stamina and give it to these servants to drink............ Since ordinary people are not efficient enough, then replace them with zombies who are as powerful as cattle and never tired. ”

Deep down, Ammar was very repulsive to the bottle of spirit transformation elixir in front of him.

But in front of him is his magical mentor.

In terms of character and style, Trisuan is basically a demon.

But for his apprentice, the corpse witch has never hidden his secrets, even if his talent is not good, he still teaches with all his heart.

Ammar knew very well that once ———— took the potion and transformed the dozens of servants in the courtyard into undead, his identity as a member of the Throne of Bones could no longer be hidden.

Half a lifetime of hard work to gain back the status, connections and assets will be in vain.

This gorgeous manor will also change hands.

"Ammar, my apprentice, is there anything you can't bear?" Seeing that the black-haired young man in front of him was reluctant to take the potion, Trisuan had to urge.

Speaking from his heart, the Corpse Witch could understand this feeling, and he didn't really want to expose his apprentice's identity right now.

It is also detrimental to his interests.

It's a pity that if the loss of this batch of materials affects the launch of the plan.

It has a greater impact on the seniority of the Corpse Witch within the school.

"You are an archcarcasist (super-rank, epic warlock), relying on the blood of the dragon, which is already the apex of your power. Moreover, when facing the dragon, no matter how unwilling you are in your heart, you with the blood of the dragon can only be overwhelmed by the dragon's power. ”

The Corpse Witch said in a tone of pity, sigh, "As a Dragon Vein Warlock, this is the status you have gained in this Empire. That's right!! In front of most people, you are indeed high, but in the face of Long Wei, they can fight and struggle, and they will not be bound to the bloodline like you and be a slave forever. ”

Listening to the words of the corpse witch, Ammar's face distorted, his eyes struggling, and his fists clenched tightly from time to time.

Eventually, Ammal asked what she was really worried about.

"Mentor, I understand everything you said, what I really want to know is what ———— am after I leave the Empire, am I just an ordinary Bone Throne liaison?"

Hearing this, Trisuan understood.

Ammal was worried about her identity.

In the face of sudden changes, he felt confused about his future and wanted to be reassured by his mentor.

Knowing this, Trisuan looked at this apprentice seriously———— at first, the corpse witch only took a fancy to the identity of the deputy head of the Knights of the Ammar Guard, so he accepted him as an apprentice.

However, after a period of time together, Trisuan was quite satisfied with Ammar.

Although the talent is not good, it is enough to respect the teacher.

This is very commendable, you must know that Ammar himself is also a super-level powerhouse, and if there is no bonus of equipment, there is a chance that the corpse witch will not be his opponent.

"Ammar, you are my apprentice, naturally a member of the House of Eternity, after the supplies are withdrawn, I will take you to meet my mentor, that is, your ancestor———— Dry Bone Archmage."

"Really?" Ammar was pleasantly surprised.

As the Empire's administrator, he knew that there was no future for mere members of the Throne of Bones, and that it was not pointless for him to betray the Empire only if he became a member of the House of Eternity School.

Even if it is only for the sake of improving one's own strength, it is necessary to become a member of the school.

Ammar knows very well that the warlock's bloodline-dependent profession has a 'ceiling' that cannot be broken, and he has already touched this 'ceiling', and there is no room for progress, and the warlock's road has come to an end.

You must change to the way of the mage.

But to get the true inheritance, you have to have 'someone above'.

Therefore, he needs Trisuan's reassurance!

"Naturally, it's true, if you have to join the school, why should I teach you." Trisuan didn't deceive the warlocks, and Ammar is also a super-level combat power no matter how he says it, and he definitely doesn't lose money when he earns it. "However, time is very tight now, you hurry up and divide the potions, speed up the handling efficiency, and I'll blow up the tunnel for a while and drag Kyle for a while."

"Obey your orders, Mentor, and be willing to serve the School and the Pale Sage." Ammar hastened to make a statement.

"But ......," the dark-haired 'youth' looked puzzled.

After seeing the apprentice's expression, the corpse witch said while mixing the undead transformation potion into dozens of bottles of stamina potion, "What's wrong? It doesn't hurt if you have any questions, but time is tight, so it's limited to one question. After agreeing to admit Ammar into the school, Trisuan immediately changed his mind.

"Mentor, why don't we blow up all the tunnels and kill Kyle Noens?"

This is a question that Ammal has always wondered.

Even though Kyle Nornes had a strong man by his side, Trisuan was no match and fled in defeat.

But don't be so jealous!

The corpse witch's movements paused for a moment, and his face was helpless, "Ammar, I want to do this more than you, but Lord Crow directly ordered that the members of the organization should not take the initiative to contact Kyle Noens, let alone kill this kid!" ”

"Crows? Could it be the Crow-Tell the Dead? The head of the Throne of Bones in the northern part of the empire. ”

Ammarlong's pupils shrank and said in surprise.

"That's it!"