Li Zhenshu had never felt so tired, so powerless, he wanted to slaughter the living beings of the entire continent and throw them into the crushing factory.

But what's the use, the entire life of Isengh is dead, and it can't meet the needs of the jade industry.

The most important thing now is to stabilize the line of Roland, who is the window to connect with Chris's empire.

In the drawer under the square table on the left, Li Zhenshu took out a piece of oily yellow parchment, this drawing handed over by Sarah's bad luck must be completed soon.

Three hundred and eighty-one procedures!

This project has 381 necromancers working together, and through working together, they will learn about alchemy techniques that are different from those of Isinger.

But the idea was not destined to succeed.

You can only rush to the line.

"Tenip, give me fifty necromancers in five days. Li Zhenshu said directly.

Tenipp smiled bitterly, he wasn't worried about not enough, on the contrary, fifty, although there were only five now, he knew that he was afraid that it would far exceed this number in a few days.

Sure enough, on the third day, just after the dawn, a piece of news raged like a bomb throughout Emerald Ridge.

The banshee, who has always been unknown, became a first-level necromancer, and five of them were sealed at once, which is simply incomprehensible, many people know the ability of the banshee, even if the holy rank banshee Morel is only able to control a thousand skeletons at her peak.

How did it change overnight.

Hurricane Mage Apprentice Becomes a Level 1 Necromancer!

It may be understandable if a banshee becomes a necromancer, but it is completely against the sky that an ordinary mage apprentice can succeed.

No one explained, but one necromancer after another appeared, and the banshee seemed to be a fuse, completely setting the Temple of the Dead on fire.

Everyone searched for information and soon learned that the Banshee had visited Clive, and that the Terran apprentice was said to be somehow related to Clive.

The undead who appeared later swore that most of them were bandit forces in the wasteland, and each of them visited Clive with a generous gift before they succeeded.

Clive!

Everything is back to the original point, and everyone has almost ruined Tiffin's diary, but they still can't figure out the trick to becoming a necromancer.

In front of the skeleton summoning field, there were a bunch of long queues, and everyone was eager to use their strength to eat milk, but unfortunately the summoning was still as much as it was, and it didn't increase at all.

Controlling the number of skeletons is a hard indicator, and if you have less than 10,000 skeletons, you don't want to become a first-level necromancer.

They used all their strength to summon hundreds of skeletons, but others were able to summon 10,000, the same living beings, how could it be different.

If it started because Tai Fen had a unique spiritual talent, but now that other races have succeeded one after another, it is like a treasure in front of him, but there is a glass door in front of him, and he can't cross it.

On the fourth day, in just one such day, seven first-level necromancers were born, more than in the previous three days.

In front of the Temple of the Dead, there were constantly figures wandering, stamping their feet in a hurry, listening to the trombone sound of the sealed necromancer coming from the temple, and there was nothing to be done in a hurry.

A piece of magic crystal coin!

There was no way to do it, the queue at the door of the Tuffin Elephant was longer than the Temple of the Dead, and they all wanted to hear a word, but the door was closed, and the servants at the door said a lot, and Clive had been away from home for a few days.

On the fifth and sixth days, more and more necromancers were born, almost geometrically increasing, and by the seventh day, the number of first-level necromancers had exceeded fifty, and new necromancers were constantly appearing.

"God, give me a chance!", a tonis rat knelt at the door of the Temple of the Dead, howling in pain, and in front of him was a crumpled book of the dead.

Becoming a necromancer is an opportunity to change the fate of your life, and although it is not the only one, it is the most direct and rewarding.

The reason is simple!

Li Zhenshu is a necromancer!

Only this one is needed, and becoming a necromancer will not worry about having no way out.

"I heard that the merchant group in the Jade Merchant Alliance is recruiting necromancers on a large scale, and the employment price of a first-level necromancer has come out, three magic crystal coins a year. ”

"How many? three, counting the temple, isn't it possible to harvest four for nothing?"

"Four, that's the news the day before yesterday, I'm afraid you haven't heard about it, last night, the Jade Lord has recruited fifty first-level necromancers for training, guess after this training, their value will soar. ", said a shrewd lynx orc mysteriously.

"Undead Monarch training, no, Li Zhenshu, this person is very lazy. ”

"Lazy, it depends on what, these people will become the backbone of the Temple of the Dead in the future, can he be sloppy, one of my cousins is a big merchant in the Jade Business Alliance, and now these business groups are waiting for the results of the training. ”

Everyone stared at the Temple of the Dead, and the words of the lynx orcs echoed in their minds, and every word burned their nerves.

There is no one who does not live for wealth, and although wealth is not omnipotent, having enough wealth can give them enough self-confidence.

Many of them were not born noble, they stayed in the Emerald Ridge, did not go to the wasteland to enjoy a stable life, they just wanted to earn a piece of the world by their own ability.

Necromancer!

Such an opportunity finally appeared, and they had to be firmly grasped, as long as they obtained a first-level necromancer badge, they could be regarded as transforming from ordinary beings.

"Brother, how many skeletons can you control. A shrewd red-eyed rabbit man stepped forward to greet him.

The lynx orc glanced at it, obviously not knowing, but someone asked, so naturally he had to behave well, "Although I haven't been able to become a necromancer yet, I have been able to control 5,316 skeletons, and I only need to temper my spiritual power at night, and I can break through six thousand tomorrow, and if I persist for a week, I can apply for the necromancer assessment." ”

"Six thousand tomorrow, it's not blowing. The red-eyed rabbit man seemed to be joking, but he was secretly paying attention.

"Blow it, tell you, the banshees know, do you know why they were able to control tens of thousands of skeletons overnight?"

The words of the lynx orc instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the circle was already very large, and more and more creatures gathered.

"You know?"

"Tell me what's going on?"

"Is there really a cheat, I'll just say, Clive's elephant man is not honest at first glance. ”

The scene was noisy, and more and more creatures gathered outside.

The lynx orc glanced at it, and said with a smile, "You have heard a sentence that you know everything, you don't need much mental power to control a skeleton at all, an ordinary creature can naturally control three hundred to three thousand skeletons, not to mention those who have been deliberately cultivated, as long as you master the method of mental compression, it is not difficult to control tens of thousands of skeletons at all." ”

The bobcat orcs are obviously selling off, and they just say a few words inside and out, and they don't say it thoroughly at all.

Everyone only felt that the cat's paws were scratching at their hearts, but they didn't know the trick.

"You don't know. Suddenly, a voice mocked, it was a minotaur.

"I don't know?", the Lynx Orc was anxious, "to tell you, if I don't know, I can't guarantee that I can become a necromancer, tell you, it won't take me five days to put on the black cloak." ”

The black cloak is one of the necromancer sets, and wearing the black cloak is to become a first-level necromancer.

"Tell me, bobcat, please. ”

"If you don't know, you don't know, why bother making a fuss!"

There are those who ask for advice, and there are those who are stimulated, no matter what the words are, the lynx orcs are just showing off, and they don't tell the inside tricks at all.

But now it's all sure that there must be a trick to becoming a necromancer, and everyone is staring at the Temple of the Dead, this swarthy skeleton building makes them envious.

Woo!

A trombone!

Someone has become a necromancer again, and everyone looks at the figure that has come out of the Temple of the Dead, which is a bobcat orc.

"Cousin!", the bobcat orc came out of the crowd and quickly greeted him, "How is it, is the awakening still going well?"

The bobcat necromancer looked calm and reprimanded, "Are you playing tricks again, this temper has changed in the future, and it will be your mouth that causes trouble when something happens one day." ”

As everyone knows, there are already more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at this bobcat orc at this moment.