Aunt Evelyn also didn't dare to confirm that the woman in front of her was her sister who never forgot it, after all, Gina had lived in the Warcraft Continent for twenty years.

In the past 20 years, I have been frightened, and I have hardly had a few days of leisure, so I have aged very quickly, and I am only about fifty years old, but I look like an old woman of sixty years old.

"Are you Gina?" Evelyn looked at it for a long time before she found a memory in the corners of her eyebrows.

"It's me, sister!" said Gina, who ran up to Aunt Evelyn, hugged her, and burst into tears.

"Gina, it's really you!" Evelyn cried as she looked at her weather-beaten face in front of her.

"Alas......" Abraham sighed heavily as he stood beside Frandy.

When the two sisters separated more than twenty years ago, they each left the magic academy with a yearning for the future.

At that time, they were in their cardamom years and full of spirit, who would have thought that this separation would be more than 20 years?

Until today, when sisters get together, there seem to be a thousand words, but they can only turn into tears and flow silently.

Flandi persuaded: "Aunt Evelyn, since Aunt Gina has returned, she can meet at any time in the future, so don't be so sad." ”

Aunt Evelyn stopped her grief and said, "Thank you Flandie, I didn't expect you to really find Sister Gina, I thought she was ......"

"It's really a coincidence, we just met today, and I brought her back to you. ”

Gina hurriedly added next to her: "Sister Evelyn, if Flandi hadn't arrived just now, I'm afraid I would have really ......"

"Ah, what the hell is going on, tell me about it!" said Aunt Evelyn hurriedly.

"Well, okay, sister, why are you here?"

"This is my home! Didn't I tell you when I was at the Academy of Magic?"

......

Now that it was getting dark, Aunt Gina had just met with Aunt Evelyn, and it was a little inappropriate for her and Abraham to go to the teacher with her, so she had to wait until tomorrow.

The little sisters, the old sisters, seem to have endless words, and on the way from the young zoo to Aunt Evelyn's house, the two have been talking, sometimes laughing while talking, and sometimes crying together as they talk.

After arriving at Aunt Evelyn's house, the conversation was still endless, and Romandy had to talk to Abraham.

Abraham was a man of few words, and he didn't seem to know how to deal with his wife's best friend, so he just kept his head down and followed behind him while he was on the way.

Even after arriving at Aunt Evelyn's house, she only looked at it a few times, and then continued to be silent.

Flandi has seen the power of the Monster Skeleton and is very interested in necromantic magic.

"Mr. Abraham, what the hell is necromancy all about? I don't think you command those monster skeletons, it's all fighting on instinct?"

"Well, they do fight on instinct. ”

"But does it have to be a skeleton?"

"Of course, the magic of the Ritual of the Dead can only control the demonic beasts that have died, and the flesh and blood of the dead demonic beasts will rot sooner or later, and in the end, only the bones will remain. ”

"What about the monsters that just died? There were so many Pigbeasts that died just now, why don't you use magic to control them right away?"

"Frandi, you're imagining necromancy too simply, it's true that you can use necromantic rituals on newly dead monsters, but it's a waste of magic essence.

Because the flesh and blood of a newly dead demonic beast will become a burden, the larger the demonic beast, the more magic essence will be needed.

Moreover, these flesh and blood can not survive for a long time, so there is no need to transform the demonic beast into a necromancer when it has just died. ”

Speaking of necromancy, Abraham naturally had a lot to say.

"But wasn't the situation special just now! One less enemy, the strength of the already side is one point stronger, and resurrecting the dead enemy will not allow it to directly join the battle?"

"Hehe, that's not the case, these necromancers controlled by the Rite of the Dead are not just resurrected and can participate in the battle.

It is like a newborn being, and it needs to be used on it over and over again in order for its intelligence to be enhanced.

Otherwise, it will be just a live target for the enemy, completely incapable of fighting, and will not even move. ”

Now Flandy understood, it seems that necromancy is not as powerful as he thought.

"But...... If I become a great magician, maybe the situation will be a little better, the necromantic magic elements in nature are much more active than the necromantic magic essence, and maybe I can let the newly dead magical beasts participate in the battle!"

Rare attribute magicians are extremely difficult to cultivate to become great magicians, and there is not even one person who can become a necromantic great magician throughout the entire history of magic.

The reason is that there are few necromantic magic elements in nature, and things that can refine the essence of magic are even rarer.

Without a magic essence, it means that a magician can't practice magic, can't practice magic, and can't just rely on meditation to increase more magic seeds, and it is impossible to become a great magician.

The difference between an archmage and an ordinary mage is that a mage can use magic seeds to directly invoke magical elements from nature to form magic, while an ordinary mage can only use a magic essentia.

Therefore, it can also be said that as long as the magic seed of a magician is strong enough, then he becomes a great magician.

The swamp where Abraham worked so hard and took several years to find was actually about the same as the meditation cultivation speed of ordinary attribute magicians in ordinary places.

That's the sorrow of being a rare mage.

Flandi thought for a moment and said, "So Mr. Abraham, if you were given an infinite necromantic magic source, would you soon become a great magician?"

"Infinite necromantic magic essentia?" Abraham smiled wryly.

"If there were so many essentia, I would have been a great magician long ago. You know what? In that swamp, in twenty years, I've refined everything in the vicinity that contains undead magical essence.

It's just that he has obtained less than one essentia ampoule of undead magic essence. Later, only the silt of those swamps could be refined, and although the silt contained very few undead elements, at least there were still them. ”

Hearing his pitiful, Flandi couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him.

It took twenty years to get less than one undead magic essence.

Since he became a magician, he seems to have never been worried about the problem of magic essence, and now, he is even more troubled because there is too much magic source and there is no place to store it.

Of course, you can't tell him these things now, otherwise I'm afraid it will hit him too hard.

"What if those necromancys are damaged? I see that many of your monster skeletons were damaged by the Pygmons in the battle just now. ”

"As long as the damage is not too serious, it can still be restored after a few undead rites, but if it is broken into a few pieces, there is no way. ”

"Can we replace it with something else? For example, if a skeleton's leg falls off, make one out of steel and attach it to it?"

Abraham gave Flandy a strange look and said, "How is that possible, it is not the bone that originally belonged to it, it cannot be controlled." ”

"Oh......" Flandi was a little disappointed, but then asked, "Can you wrap all the bones in its body with steel?"

"Hehe, it's true that it can enhance its defense, but I'm afraid it won't even be able to walk, in fact, these dead spirits are similar to when they were alive, it doesn't have that much strength, and if you have to add heavy armor to it, of course it will affect its speed very much. Maybe even be crushed."

Flandi was even more disappointed, unless it was a very high-level magical beast, the bones were not as strong as steel.

He could see the battle in the swamp clearly, a living Pygomon could resist at least four or five skeletons of its size.

In other words, after the dead demonic beast was resurrected into a necromancy, its strength decreased by at least four or five times.