Necronomicon Academy has a strange tradition.

No matter how talented a new necromantic apprentice is, whether he has great prospects in the curse system, or has a great talent in bloodline magic, or has an unusually keen sense of death ghostly energy, no matter what, the apprentice's first formal course, the first necromancy they learn, will always be the only one.

That's summoning skeletons.

Under the guidance of the Mentor, use a human corpse as a spellcasting material to awaken a skeleton soldier.

Although considering the feelings of the mainstream human race in the Norren Continent, most of the spellcasting materials of the Necronomicon series use orc bones transported from the Great Wall of Sloan, and these endless sources of extremely capable and super-strong green-skinned creatures are better spellcasting materials than human corpses - but for some reason, the casting materials for the first lesson of the apprentices are always human bones, and no one is exceptional.

Sigma is no exception.

On that day, it was the first formal necromancer course in his life, and Sigma, who had been somewhat resigned to his fate under the persuasion of his family and his own consideration, was nervous and reluctantly sat on the listening seat, looking left and right at the expressionless face of the dead man sitting next to him, listening to the content of the tutor's lecture with his left ear in and out of his right earAccording to his mentor's narration and his own understanding, the power of death flowed smoothly like flowing water, carving a delicate and perfect spell model.

Looking at the instructor with a look of surprise and relief. Feeling the shocked eyes of the group of dead faces next to him, Sigma was a little embarrassed at that moment, and he had a thought at that time. He didn't think there was anything wrong with being a necromancer, after all, it seemed like a very powerful talent and couldn't be wasted like that.

However, this idea was soon extinguished.

After completing the spell model seal, it represents the end of the theoretical course content, and the next step is practice.

The skylight of the auditorium opened, and gargoyles descended from the sky carrying huge plates. With the casting materials used to practice the spell placed in front of each student, the new necromantic apprentices had to project the engraved spell model into the cold corpse. Let the negative energy soak every bone of this corpse, awaken the death ghost energy within, gather the broken soul fire, and revive the undead warrior composed of more than two hundred bones from the flesh and blood.

When the white cloth covering the corpse was lifted by the alchemy puppet. Sigma's heart nearly stopped beating at this moment.

Not the bones of an orc as you might have imagined. It's a human being, the body of a dead human being.

The corpse's eyes were tightly closed, there was a strange smile on his face, his lips pursed slightly, and his whole person was strangely pale from the embalming of necromancy - this was a dead man, Sigma didn't know him, he didn't know why he died, and why he became the spell casting material for the necromancers. I don't know why he scribbled the curtain in this life, and I don't know if he is good or evil. I don't know how his parents raised him, and I don't know if his family will feel grief and heartache because of what happened to him before and after his death, I don't know...... I don't know if the people I have met, cared about, befriended, or even only had a one-sided relationship with in my life will one day inexplicably appear in the realm of death and become one of the many spell-casting materials consumed by the necromancers, and I don't know that sooner or later I will become these indifferent and cold-blooded people around me, and I can regard the corpses of the same kind as pure consumables, even if one day I suddenly find out that the spell-casting materials that appear on the test bench are the friends I made when I was a teenager, I just tilted my head and said It's a pity, Get back to the job at hand without changing your face......

The surrounding classmates focused abnormally and carefully submerged the Spirit Gathering Array into the corpses of their fellow clans in front of them, and the scalp tingling sound clicked, as if a flesh-devouring monster was slowly breaking free of the eggshell, and the smell of blood began to diffuse in the auditorium, and the surrounding qiē was like the most terrifying nightmare - under the control of the young people in gray robes with focused expressions, one by one the skeleton soldiers broke through the shackles of flesh and blood, disgusting body fluids and black blood gushed out, and the muscles that had already been necrotic were ruptured and flipped, one by one, the skeletons that seemed to come from the netherworld struggled to rise, swaying their hollow heads from side to side, and the deep eye sockets burned with green soul fire...... And those, the necromancers who destroyed the corpses of their kind, desecrated the bodies of the dead, and summoned skeletons that were even connected to flesh and bones, actually showed a satisfied smile?

And I, and I'm going to be one of them?

It was the first time in Sigma's life that he had skipped class.

The experience in the classroom also completely aroused Sigma's rebellion.

However, this was an exception: Sigma was the first student to not complete the first class of summoning skeletons since the founding of the Atlas Necromantic Academy, and in the years since, no one has ever mentioned this to Sigma, and no one wants him to re-complete this "tradition" with human corpses, and when Sigma couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked what the meaning of this "tradition" was, everyone he asked showed an unfathomable smile and shook their heads.

In the past few years of skipping school, Sigma also vaguely grasped some clues about the original doubts, he could feel the painstaking efforts and expectations of the masters who suppressed this matter at the beginning, but the young necromancer silently prayed, praying that he would never need to understand the meaning of that first lesson.

Until today.

Today, he and Gilly and Ford galloped out of town, wanting to return to the original meeting place, to pick up those who contacted the diaspora, due to the flash flood last night, under the emergency situation, the Baihe Village convoy was evacuated, although after hard work and even sacrifice, the villagers were finally successfully sent to Chenguang Town, but there are still five teams of people who do not know the news of the convoy evacuation, this is the purpose of Sigma's trip - to bring back the people who have straggled.

However, they ran into trouble.

With a whispered chant, the earth elemental began to activate. A column of evacuated soil rose from the muddy ground, soaked in water like a pile of mud, so loose that it could be kicked in with a single kick - but the next moment. A ray of ice swept through, and the spell that dispels heat from the heat firmly froze the wall mixed with water and earth, and firmly blocked the torrent that rushed out of the breach, Sigma wiped a handful of rain from his face and yelled at the frightened villagers, "Run!" Run up that high ground! ”

He had no time to keep the rain out of the rain with his arcane shield.

Not far away, the holy light shimmered, and with a sword of her sword, Ji Li split the cart that had fallen to the ground, dragging out the moaning man from under the cart. After stopping the bleeding with the holy light, he handed it to the weeping woman beside her, and cried, "There's a horse over there!" Carry him to the high ground! ”

The scene was chaotic. In the raging rain, countless people cried, countless people roared, and countless people struggled. There was a roar in the distance. As far as the eye can see, you can faintly see a line of silver torrents coming in layers, and the increasing rainfall finally exceeded the tolerance of the local hydrology, and finally collapsed, rivers, mountains, mounds, ...... The collapsed reservoirs converged and erupted in small areas. And silently accumulating a flood peak to destroy a qiē.

"Get off! Everyone get off! Leave the car behind! Others run! Go to that high ground ahead! Oliver lifted the man who had almost fallen to his feet and carried the old man and child out of the car one by one. Then he swung his sword and cut off the wheels of the cart, and carried the child on the back of the ox, the great animal, which was of a gentle temperament and had the instinct of an animal to seek advantage and avoid harm, and when he sensed the terrible danger that was approaching in the rear, he began to trot, and after sending the family away, he overturned the cart with all his might, and picked up a few stones to pile up.

"It's a little ...... to be able to block a little," he muttered, turning his head to look at the elemental brilliance over there, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Mr. Sigma, I appreciate you, but you shouldn't have come!" ”

"I'll circle you with a fork, and now I'm saying that this has your fucking bird use!" Sigma rose into the air and erected a wall of frozen earth in one place, and after hearing this, he turned around and roared, "Don't hurry up and save people!" ”

Oliver was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "That's right! If I'm lucky enough to survive this time, I'll go back and have a drink! ”

After saying that, the mercenary leader of Morninglight Town reflexively rushed forward.

The village he was in charge of was the farthest away from Chenguang Town, and there was no unexpected collapse accident, but when he evacuated to Chenguang Town according to the plan today, he was suddenly hit by a flood on the way forward.

"You're lucky, if it's a little later, we'll be gone!" Sigma flew up to him and ran side by side with him, checking around to see if anyone needed help.

When it was discovered that the flood was coming, the convoy marching neatly on the main road collapsed instantly, and the villagers either jumped out of the car and ran desperately to the high place on the side of the road, or directly urged the cattle to run to the flat ground on the other side of the road.

If it weren't for Sigma leading people out of the blue, showing the people the way, the villagers would probably have been caught up and swallowed up by the bad weather, the chaotic environment, and the flood behind them in their blind escape.

But the situation at the moment is not optimistic.

People are racing against the flood peak, they are racing against death.

The distant torrent came like a tide, one torrent was scattered and swallowed by the vast plain, but in the next moment, more and more floods joined this unstoppable carnival, more and more ferocious, from the mountains, from the plains, to the hills, to break the trees, people screamed, hidden, ran, wept, pleaded, cursed, although the lucky ones had rushed to the life-saving heights before this, but the flood still came.

A layer of flood water flooded the ground beneath his feet.

The second surging was already ankle-high.

Soon, the mud beneath his feet reminded him of the imminent death, but the weak human could only choose to run forward desperately, even if he knew that a qiē was just in vain, but he refused to give up hope that was as faint as a flame.

"Can't you escape...... Sigma looked at the higher and higher water flow under his feet, and sighed, now there are about sixty percent of the magic power left, and if he relies on gliding, it is even enough for him to fly directly back to Chenguang Town, as long as this kind of flood is not hard to block. Holding a piece of driftwood and drifting, even the Black Iron Swordsman has a good chance of surviving, but the villagers here ......

He sighed. patted Oliver on the shoulder beside him, turned his head to see Gilly, the paladin raised the shield in his hand, signaling him to rest assured, and the mercenaries under Ford's men who came with Sigma were also prepared to resist the impact of the flood, although the flood was violent. But it hasn't reached the kind of Cheng dù that devours a qiē, as long as it is not as hard as a fool, with the strength of this group of people. It will definitely survive smoothly.

Whether it's a necromancer, a paladin, or a group of mercenaries, they all think that the tide is over. I've done what I'm supposed to do. Benevolence and righteousness.

But the local people have not given up hope.

Oliver carried the two children up a big tree, jumped down, and tried to carry the children's grandfather up, but the gray-bearded old man pointed not far away, where there was another family, and the children were crying.

Those who fled in a hurry, those who forgot to die, and those who lost hope. Those who care about their families and sympathize with the weak.

Oliver roared as he threw himself up to the sky.

This tragic atmosphere infects all those who were born and raised here.

The mercenaries of Morninglight roared. The men of the village roared loudly, and even the little children followed suit with their tender voices.

The blood that has been passed down from generation to generation, the way of life passed down from ancestors, the courage and tenacity to boast of, the things to hold on to even in desperate situations, to guard, to empathize, to protect, and to love.

When the unstoppable flood hit, Sigma struggled to shake his man against the tree to the side, and at the same time harnessed the wind elemental, soaring into the sky like a furious speed, avoiding the terrifying flood peak.

He flipped in the sky and looked down, and she saw that the shield in Gilly's hand had deformed and unfolded, becoming wider, and she had stepped on the soles of her feet, floating steadily, lifting the paladin up.

He saw that some of the mercenaries brought by Ford gathered together, erected the battle shield behind their backs, and forcibly blocked the impact of the torrent, and some of the mercenaries jumped high, flashed over the peak, grabbed a plank, and floated in the water.

But he saw something even more shocking.

He saw that Oliver was stumbled by the flood, and the whole person threw forward five or six meters, but still threw the planks removed from the car around, and he saw that some mercenaries in Chenguang Town were almost completely submerged in the water, but they grabbed the arm of a villager they didn't know, hugged a tree, and didn't let go.

He saw that in the midst of the torrent, a hand was raised with difficulty, supporting a small figure, until the weeping child was separated by a mercenary, and then disappeared into the endless waves, no matter how the mercenary groped for the call, but could no longer find her shadow......

He saw the old man who threw the life-saving plank to others, sat on the hill that had not yet been placed by the flood, hummed a little song, felt a little tobacco, and couldn't light it, so he put the tobacco leaves in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and disappeared into the roaring flood with memories of his life and attachment to his distant family.

He even saw some people rushing down with their dismantled planks on the safety of the high ground, jumping into the waves and swimming desperately towards it.

In the face of powerful disasters, life is so fragile and small, but because of this, it is so heavy and heart-wrenching - when Sigma and other outsiders give up, the natives are still unwilling to give up hope, and are still doing their best to protect the people they want to protect, relatives, family, friends, and even people they don't know, because this is their home, because this is the bravery that their ancestors have passed down to boast about, Because this is the most precious treasure that humanity here has survived in the face of disasters and adversities: hope, mercy and sacrifice.

Instead of pinning his hopes on ethereal rescues and donations, there is no greed in a simple heart, and a real man guards his important family members with his own hands.

This is the human race that thrives on this land and will never die from generation to generation.

I don't know how long it took.

I don't know how many people have been saved.

Sigma flew back to the high ground in a huff, and looked around to see that most of the people had been successfully rescued, but there were still some people clinging to the planks, struggling helplessly, crying for help.

The people on the highlands, immersed in an atmosphere of sadness.

Some of the dead were fished out of their bodies and placed together, their bodies covered with white cloths, and some were crying sadly beside them, they were the men of the village, and some were alone next to their bodies, mercenaries who had died trying to save people.

And more mercenaries, under the leadership of Oliver, are still fighting in the water as if they are tireless.

"Sigma! Let Oliver and Ford come back! Ji Li separated the crowd and rushed over, and there was a tiredness on her face that couldn't be hidden, "I think the focus now is not to save people, but how to keep the people here!" Reinforcement of temporary protective embankments, making rafts, blocking places that may collapse, and lack of manpower! ”

Sigma was silent, and he suddenly thought of his first lesson.

The heart was beating suddenly.

I remembered the speech in the mercenary union, the cheers and roars of the mercenaries, the bravery of Mrs. Boone, the open-mindedness of Baron Freman, the words of Athena in the village of White River, the roaring and roaring of Eisen in the flames, and the people who fought bravely and sacrificed here.

I thought of the valley in the Academy of Nature, in order to protect the future of their families, in order to defeat a powerful enemy that could never be defeated, and they turned themselves into corpse explosion materials.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the corpses laid out in the clearing, covered with sheets.

It was the brave people who did everything they could to protect their families and strangers, and eventually lost their lives.

Lost lives, people.

And in the raging floods, there are many more people alive who are struggling to survive, and these dead people are desperately trying to protect.

Sigma burst out laughing.

But there was not the slightest smile in his eyes.

He lifted his legs, slowly and hard, as if he had a weight of ten thousand pounds hanging from his legs.

But the footsteps that fell were so firm.

The necromancer walked towards the casting materials that were placed on the ground.

"No more manpower?"

The power of death played the music of the underworld, and the Spirit Gathering Circle slowly unfolded.

Sigma's eyes glowed with a blazing blue flame, and his voice was cold and calm.

"Isn't there a lot of them here?" (To be continued......)