North of the territory of Everta, deep in the Lars Mountains.

The lead-gray sky had a gloomy aura that overwhelmed people. At extremely high altitudes, the air is thin and the environment is extreme, so that the entire mountain range is uninhabited, and there is no trace of human habitation at all.

And between the vast snow-capped mountains, there is a figure walking indifferently.

He is the undead Ansadine.

The biting cold wind had no effect on him, and Ansadin walked with a machine-like pace, as if he were walking on a flat road. His face was pale, his skin was loose and drooping, like an ugly mask, and he was indifferent and hideous.

The crude cloth robe hung on his body, making Ansadin look very thin. It's just that his gray eyes always reveal a kind of arrogance that ignores everything, as if the whole world is under his gaze.

As the first apprentice of the royal apothecary of the Tasman Kingdom, Ansadin is "just" 86 years old this year, which is similar to "adolescence" for the long-lived undead.

Most of the undead have only just awakened their "self-awareness" at this age, but Ansardine has already risen to a high position with his powerful talent for potions, becoming the youngest "royal apothecary" in the kingdom's history.

Not only that, but he also won the appreciation of His Majesty Augustine for his "soul extraction potion", and had the precious opportunity to go out on a mission - for the old guys in the Tasman kingdom politics, Anssadin deserved the name of the most favored "pharmacist genius" in the past fifty years.

Seventeen years of personally executing the [Corrosion] plan in the Karen Kingdom, Ansardine's achievements are remarkable, not only successfully penetrating a large number of eyeliners into the Karen Kingdom, but even controlling several great nobles... With such merits, his status has naturally continued to improve in the past few years, even to the point where he can be on an equal footing with the "wither".

The situation was too smooth, which made Ansadin more and more proud, and even... Some conceited.

It's just that recently, the [Corrosion] plan suddenly had an accident - the "Soul Extraction Potion" failed, the undercover alpha was discovered, and Angmar recovered and woke up...

Such a situation is completely equivalent to a slap in the face for Ansadine, who is waiting to make merit, so his only response to this is a complete "assassination order"!

As soon as the order came out, Ansadin, who specially let the "witherers" suppress the formation, did not think about the possibility of "assassination failure", and the only thing he was worried about was how to explain his "mistake" to His Majesty Augustine.

But he didn't expect that the originally foolproof plan would once again go berserk...

A hoarse chirp was heard from the sky, and when he looked up, a huge black crow was swooping down and landed firmly on the rock in front of Ansadine. He casually took the letter, expecting to see a formulaic report on the completion of the task, but he didn't know that the information written on it made Ansatin clench his fists instantly!

"It can't be!"

The assassination team is ambushed.

The city of Houllier set up a killing game, and the "wither" escaped with serious injuries, and the remaining members were all wiped out!

Duke Angmar was unscathed, but the one who started it was an unknown Scout Captain!

Ansadin's arm trembled slightly, and his mind was completely confused as he held the letter in his hand—surprise, shock, anger, questioning... All kinds of emotions were trapped in his chest, causing a layer of gray mist to appear around Ansadin's body.

This is not ice and snow, but the necromantic aura he has mastered after advancing to level 10 "Necromancer".

Because the ambush was completely closed off and there were not many witnesses, the letter is vague about the course of the battle, saying only that "Magda was carelessly damaged, and the city of Hollier had premeditated", and the culprit was identified as the superintendent Rubens, who performed magic spells.

And for the scout captain who was just "giving advice", the letter was only a passing mention...

"Will the Blightburn fail too..."

After all these emotions, Ansardine quickly calmed down - but the first thing he thought about was not to find Magda's whereabouts, but to find the "substitute ghost" who carried the black cauldron!

The failure of the potion is irreparable, but the dignified "wither" messed up the assassination, so don't blame me for falling into the ground...

Magda will repay it, and Ansadine is not a good stubble.

The character of the "Blightcaller" Ansatine is very clear: the other party is vengeful and will definitely come to beg him. If you promise to repair the other party's body, it will be a great favor.

And how to make him feel grateful to himself while carrying the black pot on his back, this is a technical job...

Ansadine's eyes narrowed, his gray-white pupils glinting with an eerie glow—politicians always do whatever it takes to gain their advantage, and he's always done it thoroughly.

As a "necromancer" at base level 15 and advanced to level 10, Ansadine never bothered to participate in combat himself. Because he specializes in the "puppet system" of "necromancers".

For the battle situation, Ansardine always stands in a higher position than ordinary people, because he always thinks of himself as the controller of the chessboard: no matter who the opponent is, all he has to do is to drop the chess pieces and surround the killing game, and the opponent will never turn over!

Charging into battle yourself? That's what only a brainless person does.

"Captain Scout... It's ridiculous. ”

He looked at the name of the place marked on the letterhead, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate hundreds of kilometers to look directly at the culprit named "Roddy".

Raising his hand, Ansatin took out a bottle of dark green potion from his bag and poured it into his mouth, and after a cold aura of death flowed through his body, he pulled out a white elderberry wand, reached out and sprinkled a handful of gray-white bone meal into the wind...

The whispering incantations of the dead echoed through the thin air, and two stone sculptures of restrained colors were rummaged through. The sculpture is only the size of a palm, shaped like a demon, with bat-wings on its back, and is a "gargoyle" with the ability to fly.

With the wave of the wand, a complete summoning array was skillfully drawn by Ansadin in mid-air, and the "puppet summoning array" with a faint fluorescence was completed instantly!

With the wave of the wand, the originally thin necromantic aura suddenly became several times thicker, the light of the circle shone, and after the final spell, the two sculptures were thrown at the circle by Ansardine, and he recited the full name of the spell in a low voice:

"Summon: Gargoyle!"

As a "necromancer" who specializes in the "puppet system", although Ansadine's level is not high, advanced to level 10, it was originally just enough to summon a level 10 gargoyle, but Ansatin was ready to directly summon two under the enhancement of "summoning stabilization potion"!

The sculpture turned into a huge black shadow in the moment it passed through the void, the wings of the bats more than four meters unfolded, the muscles of the gargoyle were angular, the sharp claws were as long as daggers, and when they flapped their wings and landed on the rocks, they randomly crushed the solid stones...

The level of the gargoyle is fixed, and the level of the gargoyle summoned by the level 1 summoning technique is only level 10, although it is not high, but because it can fly, it is extremely powerful because it has no summoning time limit, and in the era when most people are using cold weapons, it has the advantage of "air supremacy", which is almost equivalent to invincibility!

"Magda... I'm sorry this time. ”

Ansadine jumped to his feet, jumped directly onto the gargoyle's back, tightened his bag containing the new poison, and disappeared into the mountains in an instant...

"Will this work?"

"Okay, I don't say it's okay, but you have to try it to know. ”

"But... Those books—"

"I won't give you half a word, you can rest assured. ”

In the tree hole in Elsa's village, the conversation between Roddy and Brudy is still going on.

The class composition of the Wood Elves is too simple, and it is entirely up to the village chief, and there is no elder or parliamentary system at all. Therefore, Roddy's business plan for Elsa Village only needs to be discussed with Brudy alone.

"It's about to enter winter, and the only thing that can be taken out in the village at present is the prey brought by the animal tide, and the reserve of fruit wine is not much, so we can only wait for next year to increase production... But I don't think it makes sense for us to exchange them for currency. ”

"It's not going to be all currency, you don't have to worry about that. ”

At this point, Brudy knew that there was nothing else to explain, he sighed, and then asked, "Nata told me her request, and I wouldn't agree to someone else, but she... My only request is that I want you to take care of her. ”

Roddy, who was originally full of business plans, immediately felt a little headache when he heard this--with a wood elf... Especially the beautiful wood elves roaming the human world is really not a labor-saving thing.

But who is starving themselves of manpower...

"I'll do my best. ”

After roughly explaining, Roddy got up and left.

As he walked out of the tree hole, Henry, who was making a fire at the edge of the village to barbecue meat, hurriedly got up to say hello - after receiving treatment from Brudy and Akasha, the fat man, who had been hanging by a thread, was now alive and enthusiastic, and showed great enthusiasm for Roddy.

Buffon next to him was kicked by him, and then he also got up and saluted Roddy - compared to Henry, Buffon seemed a little wooden, he was silent when no one paid attention to him, and occasionally chatted with the fat man, and since this day, he has shown to Roddy... Just simple obedience, like a robot.

The fat and thin men were around the campfire, and Akasha, their former "teammate", was also gradually regaining her mobility after a two-day break, and was sitting on a rock in a daze.

said that she was in a daze, but in fact, her mental state has not been very good. Especially when Roddy disappeared from her vision, Akasha would show an unspeakable anxiety: her lips turned white, her fingers clenched into fists, her body trembling tensely...

Such a "symptom" will only be completely alleviated when she sees Roddy - just as at this time, after seeing Roddy jump from the hole in the tree, her tense little face slowly relaxed, but her gaze seemed to be glued to Roddy, no matter where he went, he stared unblinking...

In this regard, Luo Di felt helpless.