"What is a Rasma's priesthood?"

Accepting the commission of Issandra, Ethan, who carries the letter, has been thinking about this question along the way. His understanding of the dark world was only scratching the surface, and he didn't know what kind of existence this Rasmaism was.

Following the clues provided by Issandra, Ethan left the camp and searched north along a path.

It is said that it is a small road, but in fact, because people have walked a lot, the slightly smoother road that has been stepped out also plays a role in guiding the direction.

In this technologically undeveloped world, the most reliable way to get lost in the wilderness is to find such a road, and then follow any direction along the road, and you will always see the town.

There is also the advantage of walking along the road, which is that there will be fewer monsters relatively speaking. Especially the hard-haired rat and the demon of destruction, which Ethan is very jealous of, and these two monsters rarely haunt the road. The most encountered zombies are slow-moving zombies, and the number is still very small. Even if there are a few, Ethan's current ability is enough to deal with it.

"According to Issandra, I walked north along this road for about three days before I saw the priest. If you don't meet it, you can go back directly. It's been two days now, and not to mention any Rasmar priests, not even a single figure has been seen. ”

At the same time, the erosion of dark power is getting worse and stronger, compared to when Ethan first came to this world, during this time, even during the day, the whole sky is gloomy, there is not much sunlight to see, and the air is filled with an energy that makes Ethan uncomfortable.

After staying in this environment for a long time, as his mental power gradually improved, he always had an urge to absorb energy into his body and transform it into magic power.

"Although for mages, as long as it is energy, it can be used as magic...... But this powerful negative energy will definitely have a considerable impact. Ethan carefully reflected on the tragic fate of those mages who could not resist the temptation of powerful power and used some negative energy, and tried his best to control his impulses: "Uncontrollable power, no matter how strong it is, does not belong to me. ”

Ethan took a deep breath, then exhaled it all again, as if to strengthen his heart in this way.

Just as he was about to move on, Ethan suddenly noticed several skeletons wandering not far ahead.

"Skeletons?"

The skeletons were all carrying long bone knives, and then three or two of them gathered together, cruising back and forth according to a specific pattern.

"It's kind of weird......"

Ethan cautiously moved closer, then spotted more skeletons cruising at the end of his sight.

"There are quite a few of them, and I'm killing myself by rushing over. ”

Retreating decisively, Ethan slowed down his pace, retreating little by little, while observing what shelters were suitable for hiding around him.

There was an open area nearby, and not even a dead tree that had lost its leaves could be found.

Just when Ethan was secretly cursing bad luck in his heart, the skeleton soldiers discovered his existence. Strangely, the skeleton soldiers did not rush in droves, but quickly gathered in one place.

To his surprise, one of the closest skeleton soldiers to him did not move, but instead beckoned at him.

"Uh...... That must be beckoning, right?"

Ethan was a little confused, could he have encountered a wise skeleton soldier?

Ethan, who was hesitating whether to continue to leave or observe again, soon did not have to worry about it. A man dressed in black and white slowly appeared in Ethan's sight.

And with a gesture from the man, the skeleton that beckoned at him instantly dispersed, and then slowly disappeared.

"Necromancer?"

This style Ethan is too familiar, as one of the five optional classes in the Diablo 2 world, Ethan has also played this class.

"Those skeletons are his summons!"

No wonder these skeletons are acting so 'weird', they should have been on guard just now to protect the resting necromancer.

Since he is a necromancer, he should be able to be trusted...... Right?

No way, although the necromancer is very popular among game fans, if you put it in the real world, such a mage who plays with corpses and souls has nothing to do with the justice camp no matter how you look at it.

It doesn't seem appropriate to turn around and run, and who makes him remember that there was a necromancer in the game's starting class, and according to the official plot, he is also one of the heroes who saved the world. So it's still necessary to make some contact to make judgments, but you just need to be vigilant.

"Hello, young traveler, I am Zul, the priest of the Rasma Sect, and I feel the breath of an acquaintance in you, did she ask you to come to me?"

With a period of study, coupled with mental power, Ethan's memory has been greatly strengthened, and now although he can only use some words and short sentences when speaking, and cannot talk to people in long paragraphs, his listening ability has been greatly improved, and most of the conversations can be understood without barriers.

The content of the words made him stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the necromancer in front of him was actually the priest of the sect he was looking for.

"There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

Still not letting go of the hilt of the sword, Ethan took out the letter in his bosom with his left hand: "Are you a Rasma priest?

Hearing Issandra's name, Zur nodded at first, but then shook his head: "I've only met Issandra once, not friends. But we now have a common goal, so we can barely be called partners. Previously, we agreed that if anyone found a clue and couldn't notify the other party, we would ask someone to send a letter with their own spiritual imprint. ”

Hearing this, Ethan handed over the letter he was holding in his hand. He really didn't think that the necromancer was the priest, he always felt that this style of painting was not right.

As if sensing his doubts, Zur looked at the letters written to him by Issandra and explained his identity - he had encountered similar misunderstandings many times, and he did not take them seriously, and even promoted the teachings of Rasma.

It turns out that the necromancer in this world is very different from the necromancer that Ethan originally knew.

They are a sect of a minority whose core tenet is the pursuit of balance in all things.

Doctrinally, they belong to the camp of absolute neutrality.

The magic used by the priests of the Rasma Sect is not an evil force, but based on the energy that exists in all things themselves, the primordial magic that is cast, in fact, there are many sects or races in this world that use this energy, a typical example is the Amazon warrior.

Using primordial magic and chasing the power of balance between life and death, the Rasmar priests possessed the ability to manipulate necromantic creatures, which is why most people are generally prejudiced against them, and many of the spells they use are classified as 'black' magic.

"Actually, this is not right, and it is not rigorous. ”

The necromancer, who was still very cold, immediately turned into a chatter when he mentioned his beliefs, and rushed to Ethan to popularize a lot of Rasma's teachings, and kept complaining that the magic they used was simply and rudely classified as black magic.

"We'll talk about that later, and Issandra asked me to take you to Camp Rogue. ”

Speaking of business, Zur finally stopped his nagging, and then put away Isandrola's letter properly: "The letter said that she got some clues from Rog's camp, that the surge of dark power was related to a mysterious person, and that a large number of dark creatures had gathered in the Blood Wasteland, and that Andariel had even occupied the city, blocking the road to the east. ”

Zur paused, seemingly a bit annoyed by the information: "By all accounts, I need to go to Camp Rogue. ”

Turning his head and looking at Ethan, "Young man, Issandra said that you are trying to improve your mental power in order to become a mage?"

"Yes. "In fact, Ethan himself doesn't know if he can successfully become a mage, but the various 'learning materials' he has collected now are all in the direction of mages.

"Would you like to consider joining the Rasma Cult?"

Not long after the stoppage, Zur began to preach again. It's a pity that he has lost interest in this profession since he learned that the necromancers of the dark world are actually a group of Puritan ascetic-like 'god sticks'.

"No, I think it's better to stick firmly on the path I have chosen, and there will be no future if I sway from side to side. ”

Unexpectedly, such a sentence attracted Zur's praise.

"That's right, young mage apprentice, if you can have such thoughts, I don't think the day when you will become a full-fledged mage is not far off. ”

Then he looked at Ethan's thin body.

"However, in the current dangerous environment, you need to improve your self-protection ability as soon as possible, otherwise you may not be able to make it to the day when you become a mage. Now that your mental strength can't be improved quickly, you can consider improving your fighting ability. ”

Ethan nodded, but then he realized that something seemed wrong? Why did this priest look disgusted with his fighting scum and wanted to guide him?

Did he think that he was also a member of the team against the Dark Demons? And what the hell did he do not point to magic but to melee combat? Sure enough, if you want to become a mage, the first thing you need to do is to become a melee master?

"Well, you're going to instruct me in hand-to-hand combat?"

"What? You think I can't guide you?" Ethan only felt a flower in front of him, and Zur, who was still two steps away from him, was already standing in front of him, and at the same time, a cold dagger was tightly pressed against his neck: "You know, as a priest of the Rasma Sect, melee combat is a compulsory course. ”

“......”