The mood is simply high in the past few days!

I just made a windfall, at least more than 100,000 gold coins are unhappy, and there is no, so I put it into my pocket with peace of mind.

Yi Lai, who wants to be saved, is also at ease, and I admire this thing in the dark night, and there is no one who can still fly Huang Tengda after committing this crime.

That's the Grand Master's henchman!

If he were to give the night a choice now, whether he wanted gold coins or brought water to the great grandmaster's feet, he would not hesitate to choose the latter, without even thinking about it.

What is a gold coin?

That's dung!

If you have more flowers, you can also eat the steamed rye grains if you don't have flowers, how can the work around this grandmaster be attractive.

If there is such a boss in the dark night, he can imagine that he is too high-level to say in this life, and a middle-level mage can definitely mix it up, but he just thinks about it, he doesn't have the shit life of Yi Lai.

Dark Night came to the academy with his oil-paper umbrella, he didn't bring his green-haired zombie, it is estimated that he will have to raise the zombie for ten days and a half months to say goodbye to broken bones, and that is when he begins to show off his life in the night.

Today he has to continue his research, he has only time to transform his precious oil-paper umbrella in the past few days, the drawings have been almost done, this array is completely created by him in the dark, it can also be said to be self-taught.

There's no way! The Academy's Magic Array Instructor Drew is more advanced and doesn't teach it at all, and the things he teaches will be cleared in a few days, so it is necessary to learn the elementary magic array Dao for four years?

So he had to learn on his own.

Dark Night's current mid-level magic circle is not to mention that it is all familiar, but as long as the academy has information, if he has enough magic cores to basically put it all over, he can also split the thief, this is definitely forced.

If there is no pressure, there is no motivation, and he can't beg his second uncle to help him find an alchemist every time, but his second uncle knows that he has a lot of money recently.

I knocked Darni Grayson last time, but I made a lot of money, and I can definitely dig him out of it, and I guarantee that he will still dig it willingly at night, and he won't see what people eat.

So think about it in the dark or learn it yourself, this thing doesn't need to be like an alchemist, the learning is too miscellaneous and divergent, the branch of learning only needs to be proficient in the magic array, and it's okay to draw some advanced rune paper to depict an umbrella surface, the requirements are definitely not high.

Indeed, He is real and visible!

His testimonies are truly fair and simple!

Indeed, the true Spirit of all things is ruled over,

Indeed, they were surrounded,

Indeed, those who fled from the other were caught.

Time does not benefit his eternity,

All beings are attributed to his disappearance.

............

......

Walking at the door of the academy at night, I suddenly heard someone singing the "Book of the Dead", which is the doctrine of the Grim Reaper!

The whole 500 pages are partly devoted to the praises of death, and partly to teach the doctrine of death.

Although the night is not very interested in the gods, but the "Book of the Dead" is still memorized, this is the first lesson of the necromancer's academy, just like you are a citizen of a country, you must be able to sing the national anthem.

And this part of what the night hears is in praise of the Grim Reaper verse 18, in the righteousness of eternal death!

Hearing this chanter's voice in the dark night is very familiar, and it can be said that it is not familiar with it.

He sings very beautifully, magnetically, gently, like the attraction of gravity, every minute and every second, I want to get closer to his voice, but sometimes it is cold, as handsome and cold as a glacier for 10,000 years, rejecting the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

Listening to him sing the scriptures can hear 10,000 feelings, but each sound is very exciting, only when he stops singing, there is no time when you have heard enough.

It was a wonderful thing to listen to him chanting, and there was nothing more pleasant than listening to him chant after the night was sure to come into the world.

But he can't listen to the scriptures he sings often, even if it's a complete paragraph, just because he doesn't sing the scriptures, but the knife that urges life!

Fortunately, this is the Academy, if the night is an enemy with him, by the time he hears this passage, he has already gone to see the Grim Reaper!

The dark night closed his eyes, his hand pulled out the oil-paper umbrella on his back, he silently took a deep breath, his brows locked with an unprecedented sense of solemnity, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

Turn around!

Look towards the source of the sound......

A scholar wearing a sacrificial white robe, with his left hand behind his back, and an ink scroll in his right hand reading aloud, was about the same height as the night, not handsome at all, very ordinary!

He was also very attentive when he was reading, and his feet almost tripped over a dead branch on the ground, but he didn't pay attention at all, and walked straight ahead.

The dark night tightened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the scholar in front of him was the only student approved by the vice president of the academy Ogar who did not have to attend a big class.

He hadn't seen him in many days, and he didn't know why he suddenly appeared at the academy today, but it didn't matter, and it wasn't the point, the point was that he met the night today!

When the nearby students passed by at the door, they saw the white-clothed scholar walking in front of them, and then looked at the dark night with a miserable green under their feet and an oil-paper umbrella in their hands.

Holding his black butter paper umbrella in one hand, he looked at the weak "scholar" in front of him who was still chanting loudly and said: "Chuncao!

Poet Chuncao!

The god-like existence of the necromantic magic department, and the number one character in the academy, has never lost!

All the students in the same class can only look at him in front of him, and eat ashes in the back, including him Black Night and Yi Lai.

Of course, there is also the student of the previous class, this is a figure who has been forced down by the academy, otherwise he will become the only student in the 300-year history of this academy to graduate early.

The name Chuncao is just like his people, Mangcao is a flamboyant, a Chuncao!

No surname!

This is the same as Black Night and Yi Lai, only Tina has a surname among the four King Kongs of the Necromantic Magic Department, and the other three are all lowly people, and this spring grass is the first.

Four years ago, Chuncao followed an old light priest to this town and lived in the light temple in the town.

It was also during the Enlightened Festival that year, when the night was very curious about this person named Chuncao, because he was the only one in the group of civilian children who participated in the Enlightenment Festival wearing a sacrificial robe.

Wearing that dress meant that he was an apprentice of a light mage, and there was no need to be there for this commoner's festival at all.

And the results of the Enlightened Festival have indeed proved that he is a light magician's talent, and his talent is amazing, and he is born to sacrifice material!

In the future, he will take a completely different path from the students of the academy, he will study in the tall white building in the square, and he will probably become a light sacrifice to help others in the future.

But the old priest who had brought him to this town two months later died and was buried in the temple.

And that night, Chuncao knelt at the door of the academy and begged the then vice presidents Ogar and Paton to take her in.

A light sacrifice apprentice leader knelt at the door of the junior academy of the Undead Empire and begged to be taken in, it was simply nonsense!

That group was to participate in the Enlightenment Festival, but the children who were chosen to have the element of light were taken to the temple to study and would not come to the academy at all.

At that time, the vice presidents Ogar and Paton also felt the same way when they looked at the figure of the white sacrificial robe, but a soul fire suddenly appeared between Chuncao's hands, and the whole body was even more black and lifeless, and Ogar and Paton were directly shocked.

This kind of thing was not something he could decide at all, and Ogar and Parton invited out the dean, Pigon and Dormammu.

And Pegan and Dormammu looked at the spring grass rising from the fire of the undead with one word.

Harvest!

That's it! Haruka became the same year that the night became, and since then, it has also become an existence that threatens the entire academy!

The necromancer is gifted, and the body carries as many as forty-six death-dead qi impacts, and the spiritual consciousness sea carries as many as forty-seven death-qi impacts, which can be said to be only lower than his brother's worries in the night, and he is born a necromancer!

And the dark night was even more curious at the beginning, why did he become a necromancer at the Enlightenment Festival, who was obviously a talent of light sacrifice, in the end?

Rummaging through all the academy libraries in the dark and finding no reason, the Necromancer's Guild's large library found the result he really wanted.

That is the Fall!

The light goes to the darkness, the soul sinks, abandons all the beliefs it once had, goes to the extreme of life, and completely throws its own light element to the Grim Reaper in the dark night, and the consequence of this is that the light element is directly assimilated into death, and completely becomes a member of the darkness.

Of all the magical elements, only the light element can be completely transformed into death, but this is just a legend in the books.

The night didn't know how Chuncao was transformed, but he knew that Chuncao must have undergone a huge spiritual journey, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make the decision to give up his bright faith at a young age, which was a veto of the entire world he had known!

This is also the reason why Pigan and Dormammu took in Chuncao.

Fallen light is darkness!

A pure necromancer!

At the same time, he is also a staunch believer in death!

The night was even more curious about why the death of the old priest had caused such a big change to the spring grass.

He had also taken advantage of the early morning light sacrifice and morning singing to go to the periphery of the temple to take a look, he didn't dare to approach at all, there was an intermediate paladin night watchman.

And the tomb of this old priest is very large, definitely the largest one in this garden, but the tombstone is inexplicably engraved with five words.

One hundred and seventy-three!

It's not a name, it's not a birthday, it's not an epitaph, it's just a set of numbers!

The night was not at all confused, and he didn't understand the meaning of this set of numbers, but he knew that it was the old man under the tombstone of the strange number who brought a figure to the night that could not be surpassed for four years!

He could only look behind this white figure.

This is the poet - Chuncao!