Chapter 229: Gray the Undead Mage
Chapter 228 – Gray the Undead Mage
“What are you?”
Gray Moon asked knowingly.
This was undoubtedly a necromancer.
And unlike Heine, this guy’s undead minions were so evil that it made you cringe straight away.
“You can call me Pale Hand, or Gray, in short whatever.”
Gray’s gaze swept over the faces of the elfin teenage girls behind Gray Moon, and a hint of dawning realization floated in those slightly bluish eyes.
“I see… …… You have constructed a layer of protection with these youngsters’ trust in you, and in this way prevented their minds from being eroded by the strange beasts… Genius idea… …… No wonder you were able to ignore the most powerful weapons of the strange beasts ……”
His voice sounded a little weak, the tail end almost disappearing.
But every word that came out hit everyone’s heart with a heavy weight.
This was a manifestation only when the spiritual power was strong to a certain point.
For some reason, Gray Moon suddenly remembered Heine.
If Heine had coughed like that, the skeletons behind him would have immediately come up and slapped him on the back, right?
Although this scene did not happen, she always felt that with the eccentricity and “intelligence” of these skeletons, they would be able to do such a thing.
Gray laughed at the comment, letting out a weak chuckle and coughing a few times.
After all, the other party had managed to evade the Elder Guard’s search in normal times, so there was no way they didn’t have their own eyes and ears.
But without waiting for her to answer, an elven teenager behind her stretched his neck and growled:
A week ago, the Council of Elders did not hold a formal honoring ceremony as scheduled, but privately spread her “hero’s name” to the public.
Gray Moon’s gaze flinched.
I didn’t realize that in a place so close to the Mourning Wood Valley, there was actually such a terrifying necromancer ……
“Are you wondering why I wasn’t discovered by the soldiers of the Elder Guard? It’s simple, if this world wasn’t in chaos, I wouldn’t have appeared.”
What did the Elder Guard do?
Did they never spot this guy?
Gray suddenly grinned:
Gray Moon glared back at him, and the kid instantly shrunk back.
Graymoon shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Thank you for the ride, Your Excellency, we are ready to leave. Please rest assured that I won’t tell the Elder Guard about this.”
“I mean no harm, Ms. Sinierecus.”
“Heh heh …… cough ……”
“Hehe …… Is the conferrer of the Order of Flourishing actually a coward, are you in such a hurry to return to the Whispering Forest?”
“If Big Sister this is considered cowardly, what are those who hide in Mourning Wood City and are suspicious?”
The only thing that made her care was why the other party would recognize herself ……
The fact that the other party was able to call out her identity did not surprise Gray Moon.
At least level five ……
Since this news had all traveled from Oak Square to the Nardolan River Valley, it wasn’t unlikely that it would be known by a necromancer who lived in deep seclusion.
Gray stopped coughing:
“I just don’t want to watch the heroes of Mourning Wood City go to their deaths… Half a day further west, we’ll arrive at what used to be the Dodo Collar magical communication station.
“It has become a paradise for strange beasts, countless dodo ravens with three eyes and two pairs of wings are searching around for prey, there’s no way you guys can get through there.”
Ashitsuki thought to herself that it was true.
She was a psychic, and having digested part of Quirkus’ memories, she understood that the contamination was mostly closely related to the Demon Network.
It was only before that she was still under the illusion.
“Why did you say this to me and then step in to save me?” She asked, “With all due respect, I don’t think Your Excellency was motivated by some noble virtue.”
“Because we are kindred spirits, aren’t we? If it was just a guess before, I can confirm it now.”
Gray smiled, “To be able to speak so much calmly with a necromancer, coupled with your means of fending off the strange beasts, is enough to prove Your Excellency’s identity as a psychic …… Since this is the case, we’re more or less of the same kind.”
“Big sister and you are not kindred spirits!” A young girl said angrily, “Don’t try to sow discord, you evil necromancer!”
Gray wasn’t angry, but instead stared at her with interest:
“If she admits that I’m right, will you leave her immediately and return to Mourning Wood City?”
Seeing that he was provoking people so bluntly, Gray Moon was not angry and even showed a hint of a smile.
Her smile made Gray mutter straight in his heart.
Soon after, an elven teenager interjected nonchalantly:
“Don’t be so intentional, Mr. Mighty Necromancer, your words are problematic.
“First of all, psychics and necromancers are indeed of the same kind, and Big Sister is indeed a psychic, as she explained herself, and you’re assuming that she lied to us to ask this ridiculous question.
“Secondly, there is no right or wrong power per se, we shouldn’t hate a power, just as we shouldn’t be obsessed or completely converted, we are dealing with an individual after all.”
A few more voices of agreement rang out from the crowd after he finished speaking.
The voices of this group of children, though seemingly childish, were tightly united at this point.
Gray was momentarily stunned, and it took a long moment for his smile to return.
“You’ve recruited a good group of seedlings, it’s the Council of Elders who looked away, unbelievable that they would let you go.”
“Because I have no use for them anymore in their eyes, but not in the eyes of this group of kids, which is equally true in reverse.” Smiling as she finished this, Ashitsuki squared her shoulders:
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Mr. Gray, you might as well say what you have to say.”
“I do have something I need your help with, and of course, it’s helping yourselves.”
Gray raised his hand and waved it, and the mist behind him dissipated.
Revealing a crumbling fishing village in the middle of nowhere at the bay of the river.
“If you want to get out of here and back to the Whispering Woods, follow me, there is only one safe way to go.”
With that he turned toward the village.
The undead servants clattered after him as well.
–This was not much different from Heine.
Gray Moon couldn’t help but think.
Did necromancers carry undead with them everywhere they went because of the sense of security?
“Big sister, what do we do?” Lani asked, nervously pulling on her arm.
“The only way left before us is to cooperate.”
Graymoon patted her hand and looked back at the group of youngsters.
“Let’s go.”
……
The group stepped into the fishing village and walked through an unoccupied building, even Lani, the most boisterous of the group, didn’t say a word.
They gradually caught up with Gray, and the necromancer began to narrate.
The necromancer began to tell his story, and although he didn’t know if it was true or not, the Pale Hand’s experience was quite a twisted one, as far as he could tell.
In his early years, he was a tree herder of the Shapeshifting School, and a keen adventurer.
After being injured by a demon, he stayed in the fishing village of Twilight Bay, fishing for a living.
He can turn into an otter, after all.
Soon, he encountered the problem that all Shapeshifter School tree herders suffer from:
The soul is infested with death.
But he didn’t realize that shapeshifting was a necromancy spell, and thought it was the end of his long life finally coming.
At this point, he branched out instead.
In fact, the vast majority of elves were like that.
When they are young and ambitious, they gradually realize their own mediocrity and then fall into silence.
They spend the rest of their lives in a state of confusion, and in their old age, a whole new passion emerges.
So Gray, having lived enough, deliberately sails out to sea on a voyage that he never dared to venture into before.
The turbulence and reefs there unsurprisingly smashed his boat.
But he turns into an otter, goes with the flow, and ends up washed up on an island he’s never been to before.
He intended to end his life here, but he didn’t want to dig himself a grave when he unearthed a chest.
Inside there were some research notes on the school of metamorphosis.
After reading them, he realized that he was a necromancer, not a tree herder of the Shapeshifting School at all.
After some agonizing struggles, he decided to pose.
A necromancer is a necromancer, a good death is better than living.
After all, if this thing hadn’t lied to himself, he was still a long way from death.
So he carefully lived for more than ten years until the outbreak of the Void Catastrophe.
Strange beasts invaded the fishing village, making the elves suspicious of each other until they fought and raised their butcher knives against each other.
Could there be a better time for a necromancer to strike?
No more.
Gray took over “all the material” in the village as a matter of course.
And he eliminated the beasts that were not a threat to the necromancers.
After hearing this, Gray couldn’t help but ask:
“Those research notes you found, are they signed?”
Gray revealed a wry smile.
“Yes. His name is Sabelia, the ‘Jungle Wind’.”
(End of chapter)