A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

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Matthew looked at Tyraste. The latter was holding a bamboo stick in his arms. His body was tall and straight, and he looked rather peaceful.

Hence, he said,

"Wait a moment."

Matthew chanted the Summoning of the Undead in front of Tyraste and summoned Renesme from the cemetery to his side.

Accompanied by the elemental fluctuations brought by the negative energy portal.

A hint of disgust flashed across Tyraste's face.

However, he still restrained himself and did not flare up.

Matthew kindly took back the Jade Wind from Renesme.

Then, he lifted it forward.

Tyraste walked over silently. When the two of them approached, Matthew's heart was filled with warning signs.

A strong sense of discomfort emerged in his heart.

Therefore, after Tyraste took away the Jade Wind, Matthew immediately took a few steps back and maintained a considerable distance from him.

Although Tyraste didn't deliberately release his aura, the pressure of a Superior Legend was still real.

" If it wasn't for Teacher's Patronus, this old man could have killed me instantly!"

Matthew's heart was pounding.

However, Tyraste didn't seem to notice Matthew's reaction at all. His attention was completely focused on the elven longbow in his hand.

A look of reminiscence appeared on Tyraste's face. He used his calloused hands to gently caress the Jade Wind and whispered a few words in elven language that Matthew could not understand.

After a long time.

Only then did the old elf break free from his memories.

He calmly handed the jade back to Matthew.

"Thank you.

"This bow doesn't seem to be as exquisite as I remember."

Matthew returned the Jade Wind to Reinesme and said,

"It's a good bow."

Tyraste looked at Matthew without saying anything.

"Do you know archery?"

Matthew shook his head.

"She does."

As they spoke.

Coincidentally, three Ash Ghosts crawled out from the edge of the Scar of the Dead.

These Ash Creatures were a speciality of Gray Lake. Compared to the Ash Pawns that Matthew had encountered before, they were more like ghosts among Ash Creatures. They had high physical damage immunity and mobility, and their sneak attacks were also very strong.

The three Ash Ghosts attacked from different angles.

Renesme shot with her bow. Read new adventures at empire

However, before the bowstring could be heard, she put down the Jade Wind in confusion.

The three Ash Ghosts suddenly died on the spot.

Two seconds later.

Only then did the sound of firecrackers ring out in the air.

Matthew turned to look at Tyraste, who was still hugging the bamboo stick. It seemed that he had not moved at all.

Was this the strength of the Sword Saint of the Apocalypse?

Matthew clicked his tongue in his heart.

"Go and pick up the Soul Crystals."

Despite his surprise, he didn't stop Renesme from collecting the spoils of war.

Miss Zombie went over eagerly.

Tyraste looked indifferent.

" What a high-purity Soul Crystal!"

Matthew's mood brightened after he got his hands on it. The Scar of the Dead was indeed a blessed land for necromancers. If he could effectively use this terrain to farm Soul Crystals without limit, he could increase the strength of his undead to an incredible level!

Unfortunately, he could only think about it.

At this moment.

Tyraste finally spoke again.

"Don't bring them into the city."

Matthew was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the 'them' Tyraste was referring to the undead under him.

He asked,

"Is this an order?"

Tyraste said calmly,

"No, it's a personal request."

Matthew thought for a moment.

"Then I'll try my best.

"But I'm a necromancer, and necromancers always have followers."

Tyraste nodded slightly, his expression much friendlier than before.

"What do you think of the Scar of the Dead?"

Matthew shook his head.

" I'm new here, and I'm still studying it. I don't have any specific opinions.

" My previous success in Rolling Stone may not be applicable to Jade Court, so I need more time to observe and verify."

Tyraste's expression became even gentler.

"I thought you would guarantee it."

Matthew smiled.

"Why should I guarantee it?

"What good is this for me?

" The Alliance sent me here to help. The Scar of the Dead is my mission, but it's not an obligation. Not everyone is proud of being able to help the elves."

As soon as he said that.

The old elf's face immediately fell.

But what Matthew did not expect was…

He actually nodded and said,

"You're right.

" After the two gods fell, the Jade Elves lost the support of their faith. In the past thousands of years, this city has slowly lost its light.

" The elves themselves are no longer proud of their nobility, so how can they expect humans to look at them with reverence like before?"

His words contained deep self-blame and self-reflection.

However, he felt even more helpless.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

" The sun rises and sets. The clouds come and go. The rise and fall of races and civilizations are but a flash of starlight in the Multiverse over millions of years.

" The era of elves is long over. We should have realized this long ago…"

There was an indescribable desolation in Tyraste's tone.

Matthew looked at the old elf with interest.

It seemed that Fandral and the Silver Council's evaluation of Tyraste was quite accurate. This strongest Wood Elf had a clear judgment of the situation.

However, he was an elven supremacist.