"Who are you?"

Gray Moon asked knowingly.

This is undoubtedly a necromancer.

And unlike Heine, this guy's undead minions are so evil that people frown.

"You can call me Pale Hand, or Gray, whatever."

Gray's gaze swept over the faces of the elven boy and girl behind the gray moon, and a hint of surprise appeared in those eyes that shone with a slight blue light.

"I see...... You have built a layer of protection with the trust that these young people have placed in you, so as to prevent their minds from being eroded by strange beasts, geniuses...... No wonder you can ignore the most powerful weapon of the strange beast......"

His voice sounded a little weak, and the tail note almost disappeared.

But every word that came out was heavy on everyone's heart.

This is a manifestation of mental strength to a certain extent.

At least level 5......

Gray Moon's eyes lit up.

I didn't expect that in such a place so close to the Mourning Wood Valley, there would be such a terrifying necromancer......

What does the Elder Guard eat?

Didn't they ever find out about this guy?

Gray suddenly grinned:

"Are you wondering why I wasn't spotted by the Elder Guard's soldiers? Quite simply, if it weren't for the chaos in the world, I wouldn't be there. ”

Gray Moon shook her head: "I didn't think so. Thanks to Your Excellency for your rescue, we are ready to leave. Rest assured, I won't tell the Elder Guard about this. ”

"Huh...... Is the awarder of the Order of Flowers a coward, and you are in such a hurry to return to the Whispering Forest? ”

The other party was able to reveal his identity, and Gray Moon was not surprised.

A week ago, the Council of Elders did not hold a formal investiture ceremony as scheduled, but privately passed on her "heroic name".

Since the news had spread from Oak Square to the Nardoran Valley, it was not impossible for a secluded necromancer to know about it.

After all, the other party can evade the search of the Elder Guard in normal times, and it is impossible not to have his own eyeliner.

The only thing she cares about is why the other party recognizes her......

But before she could answer, an elf boy behind her craned his neck and shouted:

"If the eldest sister is considered cowardly, what are those suspicious people hiding in Mourning Wood City?"

Gray Moon glared back at him, and the kid suddenly shrank back.

"Hehehe...... Ahem......"

Gray was amused by the remark, let out a string of weak laughs, and coughed vigorously a few times.

For some reason, Gray Moon suddenly remembered Heine.

If Heine coughed like that, the skeleton behind him would have come up and slapped him on the back right away, right?

Although this scene never happened, she always felt that with the weirdness and "intelligence" of these skeletons, she could do such a thing.

"I have no ill will, Lady Sienelles."

Gray stopped coughing:

"I just don't want to watch the heroes of Mourning Wood City die, and if you walk half a day west, you will arrive at the former Raven Collar Magic Communication Station.

"It has become a paradise for strange beasts, and countless ravens with three eyes and two pairs of wings are searching for prey all around, and you will not be able to pass through it."

Gray Moon said in his heart, sure enough.

She is a psychic, and she has digested some of Quirkus's memories, and understands that most of the pollution is closely related to the magic web.

It's just that she still had fantasies before.

"Why did you say this to me and save me?" She asked, "With all due respect, I do not think that Your Excellency is acting out of some noble character. ”

"Because we're one kind, aren't we? If it was just a guess, now I can confirm it. ”

Gray smiled: "Being able to talk so much calmly with a necromancer, coupled with your means of resisting strange beasts, is enough to prove your identity as a psychic...... In that case, we are more or less of the same kind. ”

"The eldest sister and you are not the same kind!" A young girl said angrily, "Don't try to sow discord, you evil necromancer! ”

Gray was not angry, but stared at her with interest:

"If she admits that I'm right, will you leave her immediately and return to Mourning City?"

Seeing that he was so straightforward and provocative, Gray Moon was not annoyed, and even showed a smile.

Her smile made Gray mumble inwardly.

Soon, an elven boy interjected tepidly:

"Don't be so pretentious, mighty Mr. Necromancer, there's something wrong with your words.

"First of all, psychics and necromancers are indeed the same kind, and the eldest sister is indeed a psychic, this is what she explained herself, and you assume that she lied to us to ask this ridiculous question.

"Secondly, there is no right or wrong in the power itself, we should not hate a certain power, just as we should not be obsessed with or completely converted, we are dealing with individual individuals after all."

After he finished speaking, there were several echoes of approval from the crowd.

Although the voices of this group of children seem immature, they are tightly united at this time.

Gray was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again.

"You've recruited a good group of seedlings, but the people of the Council of Elders have lost their eyes and can't believe that they will let you go."

"Because I don't have any use value in their eyes, but it's different in the eyes of this group of children, and the reverse is also true."

After smiling and saying this, Gray Moon said:

"Don't beat around the bush, Mr. Gray, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it."

"I do need your help with something, and of course, I'm helping yourself."

Gray raised his hand and waved, and the fog behind him dissipated.

A deserted and dilapidated fishing village in a river bend was revealed.

"If you want to get out of here and go back to the Whispering Forest, come with me, there's only one safe way to go."

With that, he turned and walked towards the village.

The undead minions followed him in a hurry.

- This is no different from Heine.

Gray Moon couldn't help but think.

Is it because of a sense of security that necromancers take the undead with them wherever they go?

"Big sister, what should we do?" Lani asked nervously by the arm.

"There is only one way to go, cooperation."

Ash Moon clapped her hand and looked back at the group of young people.

"Let's go."

……

Everyone entered the fishing village, passing through the unoccupied buildings, and even Lani, the most noisy person in the group, did not say a word.

Gradually, they followed Gray, and the necromancer began to tell.

Although I don't know if the story is true or not, as far as he can tell, the experience of this "pale hand" can really be called "twists and turns".

In his early years, he was a shepherd of the Transfiguration School and a keen adventurer.

Later, he was injured by a monster, and he has been staying in this fishing village in Twilight Bay, making a living by fishing.

After all, he can turn into an otter.

Soon, he encountered the problems that all Transfiguration Shepherds encountered:

The soul is infected with death.

But he didn't know that the transformation was a necromancy, and thought that his long life was finally coming to an end.

At this time, he instead stood up.

In fact, this is the case with the vast majority of elves.

When he was young, he was full of spirit, and when he gradually realized his mediocrity, he fell silent.

Spend most of your life in a state of confusion, bursting with a new passion in old age.

So, having survived enough, Gray deliberately sailed to a dangerous place that he had never dared to set foot in before during a sea trip.

The turbulence and reefs there unsurprisingly smashed his boat.

But he turned into an otter, went with the flow, and was eventually washed up on an island he had never been to.

He was going to end his life here, but he didn't want to dig up a box when he was digging his grave.

There are some research notes on the Metamorphosis school.

After reading it, he realized that he was a necromancer, not a shepherd of the Transfiguration School at all.

After a painful struggle, he decided to pose.

Necromancers are necromancers, it's better to die than to live.

After all, if this thing hadn't fooled him, he would have been far from dying.

So he lived carefully for more than ten years, until the Void Calamity broke out.

The strange beasts invaded the fishing village, causing the elves to be suspicious of each other, until they fought and raised their butcher's knives against each other.

Is there a better moment for a necromancer to strike?

Without.

Gray rightfully took over "all the material" in the village.

and eliminated the strange beasts that posed no threat to the necromancer.

After hearing this, Gray Moon couldn't help but ask:

"Are the research notes you found, signed?"

Gray gave a weird smile.

"Yes, his name is Sabellia, and he's the 'Jungle Wind'."

(End of chapter)