The steamship sails slowly on the sea, and many sailors are busy and regular on a daily basis, as are several passengers on board.

The "dog" seemed to have been locked up for a long time, so as soon as he was liberated, he always stayed on the deck and did not leave, every day, and never returned until the sun set, but on the deck he did not make trouble, and even was very quiet, shaking his head, and getting along well with the sailors.

Connie is also the same as last time, occasionally coming out, and most of the time being a "house girl" in the room, but compared to last time, this will be known to Charles, she is actually practicing magic rituals.

The Pegasus bloodline is adept at escape and ritual magic, which can take days to set up, as well as time and astrology, not what Charles had imagined in the past.

As for the last Zachary, he also couldn't see anyone for several days, but unlike the last time he prepared the spell, this time he was healing.

The wounds he had suffered on that isolated island had been bothering him, and every time he healed, he would close the door of his room so that no one would disturb him, not even food.

Charles was sure of this, and through that book, he already knew something about the methods of the Church, not a complete unknown.

So on the way, on an inconspicuous night, he quickly summoned the shuttle door and got in.

It's still half a month away from Port Saine, and everyone is busy, so he can't be idle.

……

The long procession of troops along the King's Road, the rattling of horses on the snow on the road, and the occasional shouting of soldiers and the neighing of horses made the procession to the Great Wall of Desperation seem quite lively.

The road stretches as far as the eye can see, with mountains and mist on either side and dense forests and wastelands on the other.

Now that they had traveled most of the distance, the hazy and towering Great Wall loomed into view, cast with ice crystals, and from east to west, the length that seemed to connect the two ends of the world was daunting.

Charles sat upright on his horse, his hands pulling the reins, and a thick purple book floating in front of him. He followed the ranks without raising his head. Let the horses drive on their own, and they are not afraid to break away from the group at all.

After a long and arduous career, his riding skills improved rapidly, at least now, he is not afraid of falling off.

And with the protection of guards around, there will be no other accidents.

Robert. Stark rode his horse to his side, staring at the road ahead, occasionally glancing at Charles' fluttering book turning the pages automatically, and wondering about this "witchcraft".

At first, when they set out, he was riding a horse like a normal person, but within two days he suddenly used this way to read a book while walking, which may be because he was impatient and bored. But Robb vaguely guessed that the spell was new to him.

The reason for this speculation was that the carriage full of books that followed behind it was filled with words that they couldn't read, and it seemed to be very mysterious.

"Witchcraft is mysterious. Or magic? ”

Winterfell was his home, but he didn't remember the books in the castle, and the Sir of Branston, who had many identities and names, didn't pack much before he went to Winterfell - so where did they come from?

It's not just him, everyone is very curious, but the other party doesn't take the initiative to say, and they don't dare to ask more.

As he was hurrying away, the person beside him who was concentrating on reading suddenly asked, "It should be almost there, right?" ”

"Yes, it's about two days away." Robb replied, and then just wanted to say something, only to find that the other party had already set his eyes on the book again.

In this regard, Robb could only shake his head helplessly.

He felt that this person was really too hard, except for camping and eating on the road, or encountering special circumstances, he had been reading books all the time, and his eyes rarely moved - was it really that attractive?

……

In fact, it is like a child getting their favorite toy, or being stuck in a certain game level for a long time, only to suddenly get a playbook, Robb naturally can't understand this feeling.

But in fact, the Shire are currently in this state.

With a large number of "raiders" in hand, he couldn't help his curiosity at all. In fact, these have also brought him a certain improvement.

He's now learned two new spells - Detect the Necromancy, Shadow Minions.

The former allows the caster to perceive the existence of the spirit with the naked eye, while the latter is like an invisible servant in front of him - this spell is easy to practice, but the effect is not strong, and it cannot pick up multiple objects after using the soul of death, so it seems difficult to rely on it to fight or sneak attack, but it is very suitable for Charr at this time.

He had a lot of books that he dared not touch, and he had to rely on the walking corpse to read them before, but now it was much easier to use this spell.

It's a pity that these two spells are the only ones in those spell books that he can learn and use now, and the others either have level requirements or race requirements.

Yes, the race, the promotion of the necromancer is also chosen by bloodline or race, I don't know how many there are, and what he knows now is lichs, vampires, ghouls, and stitching monsters.

Compared to the race of the Holy See Heaven, which gathers all the good things on earth, or the terrifying demons of hell, the choice of the necromancer is stranger than the other.

So Charles didn't plan to choose these, firstly, because the characteristics were obviously easy to expose, and secondly, those bloodlines or transformations were really disgusting. He prefers a path outside of his race, a path his aunt once walked - psychic.

"But if you want to advance, you must have a stepping stone and a way to advance."

Charles sighed. He was pondering the former, and he had no clue about the latter.

By flipping through a certain book, he learned that as long as he chose his path carefully, even the power of the necromantic and the Holy See would not conflict, so he had no worries at this time.

He didn't need to think much about the promotion of the Church's Ring, but the path of the necromancer could only be relied upon.

However, not long ago, among the "inheritance" he obtained, there were only some knowledge and spell books, and there was no trace of the most critical promotion method.

Perhaps this is the most important secret for necromancers, or for each faction.

Thinking of this, he looked down at the book in his hand.

If you want to talk about secrets, he, a rookie, naturally won't know, but what if you add a high-level psychic and a senior vampire?

There are many things hidden in his spirit body, which he can only accept unconsciously in his sleep in the past, but if he has practiced the dream weaving ability recorded in this book, it seems that he can read it at will......

"It's just that this spell isn't easy to practice."

Shaking his head secretly, his mind moved, and the book in front of him was directly closed, and Charles began to hurry intently.

……

As the team moved slowly, the clouds gradually gathered, at first a little drizzle, then a light rain, and finally, the rain poured down, and the sound of the rumbling of the dark clouds overhead, which seemed extremely irritable.

directly poured everyone into a soup chicken.

"There's no shelter from the rain!"

The heavy rain came in a hurry, and Robb wiped his face, and then asked a soldier beside him loudly.

"Not far ahead is Houguan Town, we can go there to hide from the rain," the other party hurriedly replied.

So the army broke away from King's Road, turned a corner, and began to march sharply in the direction of the mountains on the left.

In the heavy rain, it was difficult to find the way, but fortunately, Robb's guide was very reliable, leading the army with a clear goal.

So it didn't take long for them to come to the town called Houguan Town.

The town under the rain is gray, and it is said that it is a small town, but in fact it has become a ruin, due to the long-term plundering of the wild people, and all the original inhabitants here have been transferred. The place seems empty because of this.

But it didn't take long for the empty town to suddenly be dotted with bustle.

They saw people.

People who hide in an abandoned house to take shelter from the rain!

Under the light of the fire, the figure of the house was longing, and after a cursory sweep, it looked like there were quite a few.

"Val, you go up and say hello, and we'll find another suitable spot." Robb commanded his attendants.

So the attendant went away.

But he had barely walked a few steps when a horn suddenly sounded outside the fire-lit house. This voice stunned Robb, but a veteran next to him immediately reacted.

"My lord, it's the number of the Savages!" He shouted a warning, and before he could think about it, he directly drew his weapon.