The Tasman's climate is very different from that of Ivota on the other side of the Gondola Mountains, and although it is only April, the clouds form a warm and moist air flow when they hit the mountain wall, and the constant light rain brings the titular "Land of the Dead" to life.

That's right, purely geographically, Tasman has plenty of rain, plenty of fertile land, and seemingly endless prey in the woods... There are no lifeless cursed lands, no skeletons and zombies crawling all over the ground. Nature has healed the wounds of war under the influence of time, and in the dull thunder, the rain has moistened the land and concealed the traces of the past on the ground.

Dasco frowned and looked up at the sky, and cursed secretly: "It's endless..."

Despite being undead, Dasco also doesn't like rain. Because the rain rusts his weapons and makes the ground slippery, there are many things to think about when he fights—he gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist and glanced left and right to make sure that no one was paying attention to him before knocking on the wooden door in front of him in a certain way.

The leather armor on his body was wet from the rain, and the mottled marks showed that the undead had faced many battles, and there was a clear scar on the right side of his cheek, which seemed to have been cut by someone with a sword, and now there were only traces of hastily stitched twine, and the sliced tissues were only a preliminary fusion, but there was no sign of healing.

After all... I'm already an undead.

Dasco sighed silently in his heart, reaching out to brush away the rain dripping on his forehead. The Tasman rainy season is not the same as the Nahemian savannah, which is separated by mountains, and it rains continuously from March when the snow melts until October, when the weather gets colder. There is no heavy rain during this period, but the light rain that falls for three to five days from time to time always makes people feel uncomfortable. But for Dasco, those days have been repeated countless times in the forty-eight years he can remember.

He didn't look to be more than twenty-seven or eighteen, because Dasco had died in an "accident" twenty years earlier. Once the leader of a hunting party, he was killed in an attack on a trip, and after awakening as an undead, he finds himself completely different from the other awakened "kinds" - those guys have completely forgotten their past, believe in the "awakened" ones, believe that they have a "new life", and soon have a sense of belonging to the Tasman Kingdom.

But what about himself?

As the captain of the hunting team, he is the best in the village, and has been the "number one" among the hunters since the age of twenty-five, after that attack, everyone in the village thought that he was killed by a demonic beast, but only he knew that he was killed by a necromancer!

And that murderer is the guy who woke him up from the state of "corpse"!

It was also thanks to Dasco's extra scheming that he pretended to lose his memory like everyone else to get by. But he has never been able to find a chance to take revenge... Because the more he learned, the clearer he became about what these necromancers represented.

To put it simply, these humans living in the Tasman are nothing more than "lambs" bred by the Tasman undead, and those with good qualifications are qualified to use expensive resources to awaken the undead. All this is the cornerstone of the establishment of the entire Tasman Empire, and if you want to take revenge, it is tantamount to working against the entire Tasman Kingdom.

Over the years, it is not uncommon for the undead to be "awakened" but still have memories of their lives, but those of them who tried to resist were killed on the spot... That kind of disparity in strength makes Dasco still have lingering palpitations.

However, this did not mean that he would compromise, on the contrary, Dasco never felt any sense of belonging to Tasman in these two decades. And after continuous attempts and efforts, he successfully found many "kinds" and secretly established the "Awakened" organization, just to one day get rid of the oppression of the Tasman Kingdom and pursue true "freedom"...

"Freedom... What is freedom?"

Dasco sighed, after all, he didn't know what "freedom" was because he hadn't gone to school or read a few books, but an unyielding fire in his heart had brought him to where he was today - and behind the open wooden door in front of him was the most important step Dasco had taken in twenty years.

"You... Here it comes. ”

The face in the shadows was a little pale, and it was vaguely obvious that the other party was a young man who was stronger than Dasco. The other man's gaze lingered on the scar on Dasco's face for a moment, as if he wanted to say something else, but finally let go of the door, glanced out of the door after Dasco entered, and then gently closed and locked the door.

Turning around, he seemed to have decided on his choice, his eyes did not have the previous hesitation, and he said in a low voice: "Things are indeed as you said, after I became the team leader, the mission route assigned by the town began to shift in a regular manner..."

"Necromancers can't directly transform corpses into real undead, the altar is the first step, and your team is the sacrifice. Dasco's gray eyes raised, stared at the young man in front of him and said, "Kurka, I'm afraid the current situation is more complicated than you and I imagined, so whether it is to make a decision or prepare, you must make it as soon as possible." ”

Because of his Tasman-recognized status as an undead, Dasco naturally had some knowledge of what was going on in the kingdom, while the human villages where Kurka was located were completely isolated from the Tasman - appropriately, these villages and towns were Tasman's "sheepfolds", and the sacrificial lambs did not need to know superfluous information.

"What's wrong? Are those people -- uh -- those necromancers going to do it early?"

Kurka's fingers gripped the hilt of the axe at his waist, not fearful, but fearful for his fate and that of his fellow humans... Ever since he knew he was just a "lamb" in captivity, he had been tormented by a mixture of anger, fear, and worry.

"I'm not sure if they'll do it, but there's something you need to understand..."Damiko said in a hoarse voice: "Tasman is now in a state of war, this is the first time in nearly a hundred years that there is a clear signal to prepare for war, if Tasman is ready to get out of the Gondola Mountains, I... And you, you may all become a reserve sequence. ”

Kurka's face turned pale. Even though it is difficult to communicate with the outside world in this closed environment, there are also lords and nobles, as well as endless strife and occasional wars. Even if the scale is usually only a few hundred people, but the principle of the same makes Kurka's mind tense for an instant - war means casualties, but also means spending a lot of money and manpower, and where do these things come from?

Not yet from the lowest "lambs"?

Thinking of this, Kurka didn't have any more thoughts, got up and solemnly stretched out his hand, and made a promise: "I will bring my people to join you!"

Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, completely obscuring the secret conversation.

While it was raining in the Tasman Kingdom, it was also raining lightly in Elson - but not as a result of the accumulation of Cumulus Thickens, but as artificial rain from the Floating Tower.

Faint clouds cast dappled shadows on the ground, and from the central floating tower, the surrounding forests, well-planned farmland, outermost wilderness, and even the Gondola Mountains in the distance could be seen. Houdini, who was at an altitude of 400 meters, looked down at the irrigated farmland under his feet, Rao was mentally prepared before, and he was also shocked and speechless at this time.

From a magician's point of view, the concept of these high-elf magic techniques in Elson City is somewhat similar to the difference between "Chinese medicine" and "Western medicine": Rasiman's spells have always been "evolved and perfected", and many of the spells of ten years ago have now been replaced by new ones, as mages have found a more reliable theoretical foundation and improved them.

However, the feeling that Elson's magic gave Houdini can only be described as "unfathomable", some places are the same, and some places are incomprehensible. Even if he is a magus, he can't fully understand this magic system in a short period of time, and can only make a judgment after secretly comparing it.

And the result of the comparison is also obvious: the magic system in front of us is more complex than Rasiman magic, the foundation is more solid, and the upper limit is immeasurable...

Houdini has both joy and worry in his heart, the good news is that the strategic cooperation with Elson City will greatly strengthen his voice in the Rasiman Council, and even enter the periphery of the power center, but the worry is that these magic techniques will not be accepted by Rasiman immediately, and will even lead to the strong rejection of some factions, there are a lot of battles to be fought here, and when he thinks of those difficult old guys in various academies, Houdini has a headache.

"How does it feel to see it up close?"

After two days of communication, Roddy chatted with him in a much more casual tone. There is no conflict of interest between the two sides, and the win-win policy is happy, so it is natural to be in a good mood.

At this point, there were only the two of them on the tower, so that some of the conversations could go deeper.

"I still want to thank the lord of the castle for giving me this opportunity... The harvest is great, but there are also many that I don't understand. "Houdini is a lot more respectful, as is the case with mages, with the awe in his heart when facing more advanced magic like a believer facing a god. Although this awe is not directed at Roddy, it makes a subtle difference in the identities between the two.

Luo Di waved his hand: "Our cooperation has just begun, and it is important to learn from each other - but I am curious about the direction of your research on artificial rainfall?"

"In principle, it is similar to your magic circle Lord City, but there are many differences in details, in fact, the main gap is in the energy consumption of the 'Floating Tower', and the core area of our magic circle is limited..."

"The core area can't be enlarged?"

Roddy is not a high-level magician, and the level of this question is quite low. Houdini also understood this, so he patiently replied: "This involves the problem of accuracy, and it is also because the floating power needs to be transformed through 'cobalt gold', and we have 'cobalt gold' there... There's just not enough to spend on that. ”

Resources are always limited, and the only floating towers in Rasiman require a large amount of cobalt gold to build, including the floating towers around the flagship "Poratini", which consume as much material as half a flagship in terms of its own cost. Although it is possible to grit your teeth and squeeze out enough to promote "artificial rainfall", if you want to recover the cost by increasing the production of grain, it will take 20 years to be optimistic...

Naturally, no one thinks about the loss-making transaction.

"Cobalt gold?"

Luo Di thought for a moment, then turned around and pointed directly to a large ring of blue light in the core area of the Floating Tower, and asked, "That's what you're talking about? ”

"Yes. Houdini swallowed his spit secretly, such a large cobalt gold core can be called priceless, if he carries it back to Rasiman is estimated to attract some people to break their heads to grab it!

"Oh..."

Roddy nodded, and quietly continued to talk a few words. After the two of them had seen the artificial rainfall, he and Houdini came down from the floating tower. However, Roddy did not rush to hold a luncheon, but directly dragged Houdini to a magic material warehouse on the side of Pachar's magic tower, and pushed open the door under Houdini's puzzled gaze.

"I'll show you something. ”

Roddy smiled, then moved out of the way, letting Houdini in.

Confused, Houdini approached the slightly dimly lit room, glanced around, and asked strangely:

"Lord Roddy, what do you want me to see- wait... Damn it! It's-it's-?!"

The old and dignified Houdini lost his temper in an instant, and he even reached out and grabbed his hair, his eyes widened.

In the material warehouse in front of me, various forms of cobalt gold ore are placed in a whole wall of cabinets...

Roddy stood outside the door with a smile and said softly, "I think... It seems that the cooperation between Elson and Laciman could be closer and deeper.