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"I'm finally free to the Roland Empire!" Ron suppressed the joy in his heart, he almost couldn't help but shout, he stood in front of the west gate of the border city of Utan City of the Roland Empire, greedily breathing the air of freedom, since entering the territory of the Roland Empire, Ron felt unprecedented ease, here, he could do whatever he wanted, no one interfered, even if he summoned skeleton warriors, those people only looked at them in amazement, no one came to point fingers, and there were no bounty orders posted on the streets. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

The atmosphere of freedom here made Ron's heart feel relieved. [Search for the latest updates.]

"Congratulations, Ron, you have finally escaped safely from the sphere of influence of the Holy See, you are not afraid of their pursuit, in the Roland Empire, you don't have to hide in Tibet, from now on you hold up your chest and be a man, step by step on the road to the strong!" Huo Meilin said with a smile.

"I will!" Ron's eyes flashed with confidence, "I'll try harder!"

Entering the Roland Empire, it is natural to enjoy the flavor and scenery of the Roland Empire, Utan City is about equivalent to the middle city of the Holy Roman Empire, unlike the Holy Roman Empire, the commercial atmosphere here is much stronger, everyone's face is full of happy smiles, and there is an endless stream of merchants and carriages.

Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, there are no majestic basilicas, but there are mage towers rising from the ground, and here there are many magicians who are rarely seen, wearing the unique magic robes of the Roland Empire, with the logo of the magic union on them, holding magic wands in their hands, and talking about all kinds of magic in their mouths.

Ron looked east and west, and his eyes were opened, and he saw two people standing on the street loudly preaching the idea of magic, and those who disagreed with him argued, and the two sides debated on the street, causing many passers-by to stop and watch and listen patiently, and Ron was also fascinated by the listen.

"Ron, a lot of what they say is rudimentary magical theory, and a lot of it is wrong, I think you better not listen to it!"

Ron reluctantly withdrew his gaze and replied, "It's nothing, I just feel like the atmosphere is so good!"

"Indeed!" Homelin also exclaimed, "compared to the Holy Roman Empire, this place is relatively free!"

As he spoke, Huo Meilin turned his head slightly, and suddenly, his expression froze suddenly, and after a while, his body trembled.

"Grandpa Homelin, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked as he sensed something was wrong.

Huo Meilin did not speak, his trembling hand pointed slightly to a place not far away, and his face had an angry and sad look.

"What, it's worth all the fuss!" Ron turned his head nonchalantly, and for a moment, his eyes widened sharply.

What did he see? He saw the necromancer!

That's right, it's the necromancer, and before, Ron had always heard that where the most necromancers were, the answer was undoubtedly the Roland Empire.

Now, Ron and Huo Meilin have finally seen the so-called "necromancer" with their own eyes, but the reality makes them unable to accept it at all.

What kind of necromancers are that!

They were dressed in tatters, holding something like a bone in their hands, and their expressions were blank, and if they didn't look closely, they would be believed to be corpses.

Those people were controlling a lot of skeletons, and those skeletons struggled to hold a large chest, and they were struggling to move, moving extremely slowly, and the two black eyes did not emit a single trace of soul power.

The skeletons didn't even have weapons in their hands, and they were as sluggish as machines, and the necromancers who controlled them were clearly like coolies, exposed to the sun and rain in exchange for three meals.

These necromancers were lucky, and in the corner on the other side, a large group of necromancers were sitting, lying down, waiting for a job that suited them, and they looked at the necromancers carrying the boxes with envious looks in their eyes, and at the same time, anxiously looked around, hoping that a kind employer would take a fancy to them and hire them to do things.

At this time, on Ron's other side, a seated necromancer caught their eye, it was a very ordinary young man, sitting on the ground, holding all kinds of cards in his hand, in front of him, there was a lion-like creature made of skeletons, this lion had two bony wings on its back, and a huge protrusion on its tail, if Huo Meilin was not mistaken, it was the skeleton of a poisonous scorpion.

On the back of the scorpion lion's skeleton sat a teenage boy, innocently grasping the two bone spurs behind the scorpion, and smiling on his face.

Huo Meilin noticed that the skeleton of the so-called poisonous scorpion lion was just a skeleton with a superficial appearance, and in that skeleton, there was not a trace of soul power, not even the skeleton warrior that Ron summoned for the first time.

The little boy jumped happily on the back of the manticore, playing a game of war on horseback, while the young necromancer next to him was tired and sweaty, and it seemed that he was struggling to support the scorpion.

Not far behind the manticore, a young aristocratic couple was pointing and looking at the little boy with a loving expression.

"My dear, you see how majestic our son is when he rides the manticore, and it seems that he has the potential to become a scorpion-lion knight!" the woman said softly, leaning her head gently on the man's shoulder.

The man grinned and said, "Of course, I don't want to see whose good breed this is......"

The woman smiled and slapped him, "You are so beautiful, can you be born without me?"

The man was giggling.

"It's time!" said the young man who controlled the scorpion lion skeleton in a hoarse voice.

At this time, the scorpion lion stopped, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke.

"So fast?" the man asked, approaching the necromancer.

"Three silver coins at a time, ten minutes at a time, it's time!" replied the young necromancer, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Mom...... Mother...... I'm still going to play...... I'm going to play ......," the little boy who had been playing so much got up, grabbing the young woman's thigh and pleading.

The woman was so entangled that she touched her son's head, "Okay...... Play...... Let's keep playing!" he said, turning to her husband, "Honey! look......"

The man nodded, "Let's play again!" he glanced at the necromancer on the ground and picked up a card, "That's it! Dragon Knight! Hehe, what a majestic ......"

The young necromancer nodded, and he chanted the incantation, and in a short time, a black mist rose from the ground.

Huo Meilin frowned, "No, the spell was mispronounced, and besides, he doesn't seem to have cultivated soul power!"

After a while, a dragon-like thing appeared in front of several people, the skeleton of this flying dragon was about two meters long and half a meter high, just like a real flying dragon, it flapped its wings, flicked its tail, and shook its head to make the people around laugh.

"Ride the dragon...... "The little boy quickly ran to the bones of the dragon skeleton and climbed up, at this time, the dragon skeleton moved, constantly making wings ready to fly, the two wings flapped, making a clicking sound, there were several poor children standing around, looking at the little boy riding on the back of the dragon skeleton, his eyes showed envy, although he could only play for a while, but the cost of three silver coins was not anyone could afford to play.......

"Hehe, look at ...... Look...... Is it possible for our son to become a dragon knight...... Look how professionally he plays, riding like a real dragon knight!" said the young noble woman, clapping her hands.

The man also responded with a smile, "That's good, when he is older, send him to the Xianglong Academy, ride a real dragon, and become a real dragon knight......"

"Alas......" Ron sighed slightly and shook his head, he knew that such a skeleton could not fight at all.

When he turned around, he saw that Grandpa Huo Meilin had already burst into tears.

Ron was shocked, "Grandpa Homelin, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing!" Huo Meilin was shocked to realize that he was out of shape, took a deep breath, and wiped away the cloudy tears on his cheeks, "It's just an occasional feeling, and my heart is touched! I think of the Church of the Cataclysm 100,000 years ago, how noble the necromancer was, but now, it has fallen to this point......"

Huo Meilin smiled miserably, "Before I saw it with my own eyes, I never thought that such a pile of useless skeletons, without any power, and even something inferior to ordinary people was actually summoned by a necromancer, haha, it's very good, this is a necromancer, what a fucking ironic ......"

Huo Meilin took a deep breath, "I remember, those people showed disdain as soon as they heard the necromancer, and they underestimated you many times for this, seeing this qiē, I think I can find the answer......"

He sighed again, "I was mentally prepared for the decline of necromancy, but I didn't expect that necromancy would actually decline to this point, you see...... If you look at these skeletons again, if the ancestors of those natural calamity churches saw this qiē, I am afraid that they will be angry and come back to life!"

Ron was gloomy, and after a long while, he said, "Grandpa Huomerin, it will be all right, so let's teach them the real necromancy, in this way, the necromancy will be revitalized, and our necromancer will not have to live so miserably." ”

Huo Meilin thought about it, but still shook his head, "No, it's not the time to teach undead magic!"

Ron was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Huo Meilin replied, "Necromancy has fallen like this, and you are now teaching necromancy is equivalent to founding a sect, and it is impossible to do it without strong strength!"

"In addition, the rise of the Church of the Scourge and the strong return of necromancy will inevitably touch the nerves of some people, and when the time comes, you will face many difficulties and obstacles, only your own strong strength is the guarantee of the rise, without these, it is just empty talk!"

Ron understood, and he nodded, "Grandpa Homelin, what do you think I should do now?"

Huo Meilin pondered for a moment before he said, "On the path of cultivation, you don't need others to teach you anything, as long as I know something, I can teach you anything......

"And to become a strong person, you need not only cultivation, but also a lot of knowledge, you need to understand the world, you need to master magic, fighting qi and other related situations, advantages, disadvantages, etc., and one more, the knowledge I have now from 100,000 years ago can no longer keep up with this era, you may need to go to a special academy to learn it systematically!"

Ron nodded, "I see!"

Huo Meilin sighed, and then said sternly, "Ron, I want you to promise me one thing! ”

"Grandpa Homelin, you say!"

"Rebuilding the Church of the Scourge...... Restoring the glory of undead magic...... "Huo Meilin's eyes looked into the distance, and a trace of tragic desolation flashed in his eyes.

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