"Actually, at first, I wanted to be a swordsman who was dressed in white like snow and came and went like the wind, but later, what was wrong and why did the painting style deviate like this......."

The robes bought from the town are not even enchanted, the protective effect is almost zero, and the casting buff effect is not even thought of, and it is still very uncomfortable to wear on the body.

The only function of this cheap black robe is probably to be able to just set off his identity as an evil necromancer, but the result is too good, and I don't have anything to say about the good.

"Tsk, this cry is like going to the slaughterhouse."

Probably because I was too cruel, or maybe in the undead transformation, the young man Zink screamed too badly, and as a result, it was clear that I was the one who saved people, but the villagers looked at me in fear, and some women and children were still crying, as if they had suffered a more tragic fate.

At this time, in addition to lamenting that the reputation of the necromancer is too bad, I can only complain that the painting style is wrong.

"A swordsman dressed in snow-colored white? Isn't that cannon fodder? Your original goal in life was cannon fodder,"

"Wait, how can the swordsman in white be cannon fodder?"

The dead cat's vomit makes me feel more and more wrong, what's the chivalrous image in my mind cannon fodder?

"Those who were equipped with one-handed swords and two-handed swords on a large scale, and did not wear armor, only those serfs who pulled in by Zhuangding gave them the cheapest and simplest long swords, two-handed swords, and wooden shields and helmets to block arrows, and forced them to be cannon fodder. Unenchanted blunt sword chain armor can't be split, and without armor protection, it's a target for the opponent to brush people's heads, that's not cannon fodder. ”

Dead cats are a bit of a human madness. And I've kind of caught the rules. It seems like I use necromancy every time. Or if she gets a breakthrough in this area, she will be more and more excited, as if this proves the strength of her mentor from one side.

"According to my years of experience, militiamen who have received a little battlefield training will bring their own bamboo pole as a spear, at least the attack distance is longer, and the battlefield survival rate can be much higher. As long as those cannon fodder who are forced to consume the opponent's body and mana will only be dealt with a single sword. Just send it to the battlefield. ”

Although I knew that she was hitting me with malicious intent, but after thinking about it a little, judging by the common sense of the world, this is indeed the truth.

In modern cities, advances in chemical industry have made clothing colors extremely common, but in the Middle Ages, dyes could only be extracted from minerals and plants, which was quite troublesome, and in the world of Ash, this technology was just budding. It was monopolized by alchemists and once used for profit.

Although today dye technology is already in the hands of merchants. The price of dyes is not too expensive, but it is also an expense.

The clothes of the nobles are always colorful and gorgeous, those colorful animals, mythological patterns and carvings are not only decoration, but also a symbol of their race and status, even those big merchants, they always wear colorful clothes to show their wealth, even the commoners will also have a few colorful clothes during the festival period, as long as those poor people who have nothing, will wear uncolored white clothes.

Among all the weapons, there are many long swords similar to kitchen knives in terms of appearance and ability, with few materials, and the blade is at least slightly lethal, so it is easy to get started...... At least it won't hurt its own people, and it has naturally become the first choice for cannon fodder.

With the description of the dead cat and my own brain, the image of the white-clothed swordsman in my mind was inexplicably replaced by a dark-faced peasant warrior, his face was full of traces of field labor, although his body was strong but his face was full of smiles, all the joy of the harvest, but the undyed robe on his body had dozens of patches but was reluctant to throw it away, the washed white straw sandals were full of mud, and the kitchen knife tied to his waist was inserted in a large radish, so as not to accidentally hurt himself.

"Yes, yes, it's this image, it's just vivid, it's still the imagination of young people."

"....... Heloise, it's you, look at my big ball!"

The cat ball throw, which had not been used for a long time, was reactivated, and the dead cat's neck was thrown vigorously, "I'll be back, meow!" The shouts were still echoing in my mind, but the people had turned into shooting stars.

"Whew, I've moved a bit, and I'm in a much better mood."

After such nonsense, my more and more depressed mood is a little better, perhaps, this is the way the dead cat cares about people.

Needless to say, necromancers are not welcomed, and they are proper villains in most legendary stories, but it is indeed a little uncomfortable to be stared at like a murderer after just saving someone.

[Do you care about strangers' opinions?] It should be that little girl looking at you like this that makes you unhappy. 】

Perhaps it was a sight of the corpses piled up after the massacre, and the sight of the robbers' corpses piled up on top of each other seemed to make Caterina very uncomfortable, and the look in my eyes became more and more strange, but the person had completely shrunk behind Barton.

"....... don't you think I can't throw you out?"

[You lose it. 】

"The goddess of no discipline! You think I can't cure you......... Be careful that I go overnight to read adult publications! ”

【…… It's too weak, that's the place. Male revenge? At least go and see the live-action version, a boy with a lustful heart and no lust and no cowardice, you deserve to be a single person for 300 years, if you are really nonsense, who can stop you. 】

"I, I, I'm going to die with you, I'm going to see the goblin dude! 's! Tsk, the way those little things hug each other...... Belch. ”

When I think of the promotional poster I saw by chance, the inexplicable discomfort made me look down and feel sick.

[I surrender...... Those little green things are disgusting, and they can really sell anything to make money. 】

Finally won, but the inexplicable sadness is accumulating in the chest, as if I accidentally lost something important, is it a festival? It's the lower limit, right? Or is it the last dignity of a pure straight man?

"Master, I have left a signal, '一qiē顺lì, tonight's transaction is going on normally in the old place'."

And a strong voice made me pay attention to the one-eyed man in front of me.

Compared with his life, his appearance has not changed much, but his complexion has become darker. There was an inexplicable atmosphere around me. It was as if something invisible was twisting beneath the skin. In the one eye that was left behind, the pupil had disappeared, but there was a black cross scar in the white of the remaining eye, which was very scary.

"How's the Dark Ranger converted?"

"The arm strength has nearly doubled, the body has no end, the eyesight has improved by more than four or five times, and the dark magic still needs time to get used to, that's all. It wasn't the slightest bit difficult to kill the three that I had before. ”

Seemingly satisfied with the power he now possessed, Zink didn't seem dissatisfied with the appearance that he could now scare crying children, and I nodded.

"Don't go too far, you lose your sense of pain and fatigue, it doesn't mean that your muscles won't be damaged and fatigued, this half-dead person's body structure is still perfect, I don't like the fact that the real yàn product No. 2 has not come up with enough real yàn number jù, and it will die inexplicably."

Real yàn product No. 2? Of course, as a top-level necromancer, this resentful soul and quasi-legendary body is in front of him. If I just convert it into necromancy, how can I show my skills? Compared with pure necromancers, although the half-alive and half-dead have many flaws of the living, they retain the growth possibilities that the necromancers envy the most, and I hope that the second half-dead made based on a quasi-legend will be able to go so far.

The second? The dead cat that had just been thrown out was the first, but in order to ensure the success rate, the real yàn prototype was done regardless of the cost, and even resources such as gods and sins were smashed down, coupled with the huge difference between the golden princess of the natural undead and the soul of ordinary humans, the similarity between Zink and Heroise in front of him was probably only the principle of the conversion ritual.

Ah, isn't this the first machine generally open, the second machine is generally unlucky to get home, and inexplicably I got a lunch, and the mass-produced model looks mighty, but often after a high-profile appearance, it suddenly becomes the root of the cannon fodder and miscellaneous soldiers who receive the collective lunch? It turns out that this world is actually the world of RMB players? The ratio of combat power is the difference in the resources invested, and it seems that I have unknowingly learned the truth again.

Ahem, to get back to the point, for me, the hateful Zink is indeed a very useful tool, and even in order to take care of his feelings, I let those bandits of the "Quick Knife Regiment" go to the ground to settle down.

"Didn't you lose sight of those broken items after you got this new toy?"

"Dead cat, did you want to fly again when you just came back?"

Although I said the words of denial, in fact, I had already acquiesced to Heloise's speculation in my heart, and it is true that compared to Zink, a few zombies and skeletons really can't be put on the table.

And there are not many restrictions on Heloise, from the design idea, the dark ranger Zink is a pure killing machine, and the enhanced power is because the human body's instinctive restrictions on the physical body are canceled, and the amount of pure physical body is at least three times more than the original, and there is no pain at all.

Although his heart is still beating, it is no longer his key point, the core of the brain cavity is, and what is ignited in it is the soul fire of the undead monarch, which gives him the possibility of using dark magic and magic, and those gained energies can replenish and heal his constantly injured body, giving him endless vitality and body, and the result of the combination of life and death is this killing body with unlimited potential.

Of course, the combination of life and death will also create a series of side effects and conflicts, and it may collapse at that time, but before that, it should give the Avengers enough strength and leave me with more useful information.

Give him two years, and he should be able to exert his combat power that surpasses that of the ordinary Saint Rank, but considering the possible battles and conflicts, and the national-level opponents he may face, I need more.

The eyes swept over those corpses, and it was best to give up helplessly, as the dead cat said, these mortal corpses that didn't even have a silver rank were just remnants, and they didn't have any special bloodline and abilities, spending energy on them was a waste of time, and if it was made into a stitching monster or something, it would be too eye-catching, not to mention, a golden rank on the head, and it would also provoke the hostility of many living people.

In the end, he still set his eyes on the companions who were chatting, the mercenaries and the northern trio.

"It seems that we still have to find a way from the living." ――

While Roland was still worried about the lack of trump cards in his hands, it was already a busy scene in the territory of Knight Karn.

Checkpoints are sealed in the passage into the mountains, armed royal soldiers are acting as guards, anyone who comes close will be driven away, and the mountain people who rely on the mountains will have to find another way during this time.

In the face of an unknown threat, Link, the second son of the Grand Duke, although he was only a young man who had completed his rite of passage and had recently obtained the title of earl, did not have the impulse to set off immediately.

As a mage, he can understand how troublesome the sage civilization is, and what possibilities it contains, and he knows that the information is very likely to leak out, so he only has one chance, so he must seize it.

And half a month later, when the second batch of reinforcements, including engineering experts and Royal Sword Master, arrived, it was the time for him to leave, and in his plan, no matter which country learned the information and took direct action, it would be at least half a month slower than him.

But what he didn't know, and with the same goal as him, was his father's sworn enemy, the treasure seekers sent by the Marquis of Tariq, who were already on the lookout and could force their way through the blockade at any moment.

Of course, he couldn't have known that the knight lord, who seemed to be obedient and loyal, was actually secretly plotting how to make the "prince" die in a catastrophe.

And what is even more unfortunate is that a broom star who has gone to the scourge has already arrived, and he is also eyeing the remains of the sage civilization, and he himself is already in this small territory! (To be continued......)

PS: What's that, it's the beginning of the month, and the ranking of the monthly pass is gone, so with the support of book friends with monthly passes.