Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead.

Chapter 204 If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, the expectations of the apostles
Silence spell, a very effective little spell.

With this spell, Qi Lin could only see the mouths of the three apostles opening and closing, but could not hear any sound.

Qi Lin tried to use lip language to get some information, but unfortunately, the woman in blue robe just smiled and glanced at him, and then Qi Lin couldn't see their lips clearly.

Although he didn't get some extra information, Qi Lin wasn't disappointed at all.

Because of the dignified expressions of the three people and the rapid conversation.

All kinds of behaviors undoubtedly illustrate one thing: the scroll of the Throne of Bones
Very cool!
The businessman was very excited about this scroll, and now it seems that the behavior of the three people once again proved the importance of this scroll.

The only thing that makes Qi Lin regretful is that before the equipment scroll is created, he can't see the specific attribute bonus of this bone throne.

But Qi Lin doesn't know why, every time he looks at the scroll, he always feels
A deadly cold silently penetrated into the depths of his soul from the mysterious magic pattern emerging from the surface of the scroll.

It was a cold that made him feel a little lonely.

While Qi Lin was thinking about the reason, the private conversation of the three apostles finally came to an end.

The blue-robed woman waved her hand to cancel the small spell, looked at Qi Lin with a smile and said, "May I take the liberty to ask, where did you get this scroll?"

Before Qi Lin could think about it, the blue-robed woman continued to ask, "Could it be that you met a businessman?"

"I don't think he can meet a merchant." The broad-sworded man glanced at Qi Lin and snorted coldly: "Although the lord will appear in every city at the same time during the catastrophe, he can make the person who the lord trades with in the early stage , no more than three in each city!"

"And the person who can be seen and is willing to trade, unless"

The broad-sworded man stared at Qi Lin's facial expression, and raised his tone suddenly: "Unless he is a necromancer or a mechanic!!"

"Necromancer? Mechanic?" Qi Lin was silent for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What is that?"

Qi Lin's harmless answer made the three apostles fall into silence.

The temptation of the broad sword man couldn't be more obvious.

Although it is not clear why they are testing themselves, let alone what they look like, they can clearly see the presence of ghosts patrolling nearby.

Why such a childish temptation?
After thinking about it, Qi Lin decided to pretend to be confused, and it would be better not to miss a bit.

At the same time, the clue that the businessman was bigger than the three outsiders was firmly kept in Qi Lin's heart.

When the businessman first met, he had seen the skeleton guarding him all over his body.

And when they met for the second and third time, the businessman pointed out this point even more, and knew that he had god-level and hidden blessings.

And these three seem to be unable to see directly?
Is it their low strength?
Or is it its own hidden blessing?
Qi Lin had too many doubts about outsiders.

"Young people are young, don't think that everyone is a bad person."

"But since you can take out this scroll in front of us, it shows that you are quite willing to choose."

"Cooperation is always better than going it alone."

The woman in the blue robe chuckled, and the inexplicable words contained some meaningful meaning. She waved her hand and said, "Although I don't know why you can get this item that you obviously shouldn't be able to get at this time."

"But since you got it, I guess you want to ask about the materials needed to make this piece of equipment? After all, it's useless to have a scroll without materials."

They did know!

Qi Lin nodded in response.

These outsiders know too many things, too many words will lead to mistakes, Qi Lin decided to talk less and listen more.

The woman in blue robe glanced at the big man with broad sword who was eating gold coins.

The latter nodded knowingly, then looked at Qi Lin and said: "Since we can't tell you all the materials directly, I will give you a little information to offset it. This piece of equipment is very powerful, especially for a certain profession. , This is one of the set components of a soul weapon."

The broad sword man looked at Qi Lin and said directly: "The thing about what is called soul armament is not in our transaction, you can explore it by yourself in the future."

"I will continue with the bonus information."

The big man with broad sword stared at the scroll, his eyes did not hide the color of fear.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. If you obtained this piece of equipment yourself, you may not be aware of a small disadvantage brought about by its power."

"In the world frozen thousands of miles away, there are no living people."

"The only thing in this indifferent place is the Throne of Bones."

"A king is majestic, but also lonely."

"People who use this piece of equipment are doomed to suffer from the coldness and breath of death."

"If you want to pursue the overlord's next life and become the real king who controls the frozen land thousands of miles away, then you'd better prepare yourself mentally in advance."

"Also, continue to stick to your previous push-up behavior. Although it is not very useful, it is better than not having a little preparation."

The big man with broad sword said this, so he won't say more.

And Qi Lin kept staring at him, and after confirming that he had finished his nonsensical words, he asked doubtfully, "It's gone?"

The broad sword man nodded: "No more, the bonus information ends here."

"What kind of information is this?" Qi Lin was taken aback.

The broad sword man shook his head and stopped talking, just reached out and grabbed a handful of gold coins from the void, then threw them into his mouth and chewed them.

"You get what you pay for, and there are only so many bonus information." The blue-robed woman knew Qi Lin's confusion, but she still said, "Next is the materials."

"Anything related to legendary equipment, even a little bit of information, is your priceless information."

"We can only tell you where there is someone who can tell you what you need."

"As for whether you can get it? That's none of our business."

The words are filled with the meaning that you can't afford the price.

The blue-robed woman looked at the thoughtful Qi Lin and smiled again: "150 and three kilometers south, there is a village named Yutou Village."

"There's an appraiser there who can tell you the list of all the materials you need."

"The premise is that you can afford the price he wants." The blue-robed woman looked at Qi Lin who was frowning slightly and added with a smile: "But you don't have to worry, the appraiser shouldn't open his mouth like a lion. Under the circumstances, it may be able to afford it."

Fish head village.

South direction.

Isn't that a village with nearly a thousand gold ranks?
Qi Lin frowned slightly, and retracted the scroll.

Qi Lin didn't want to go to that village.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary village, but that village has nearly a thousand gold-ranked people.

In case of an accident, maybe even people and bones will fall into it.

Qi Lin thought about it, and decided to put aside the matter of the Throne of Skeletons for now, and go there after getting the limit-breaking spirit and developing it.

The black-skinned elf, who has been seldom speaking, seems to know Qi Lin's concerns.

He took the initiative to say: "Although the people in that village are high-level, they have no skills and can only rely on brute force."

"And there is no spiritual attribute yet."

The black-skinned elf looked up at the patrolling ghosts around him, smiled and said, "Although I'm not sure if you're a necromancer, but those ghosts are all the villagers."

"Villagers without spiritual attributes have no choice but to be slaughtered in the face of those ghosts."

"It's as if at this moment you face us and have no choice but to be slaughtered without any parry."

"So you who can mobilize those ghosts don't have to fear those villages like other humans."

"Speaking of which, I really want to ask you." The black-skinned elf looked at Qi Lin and asked sincerely: "Are you an undead mage, or did you obtain a team of lost undead in a secret realm opened in advance?" What about his allegiance?"

"If you are a necromancer, if you have cultivated those undead from birth, the need to cultivate their soul fire means that you have killed a lot."

"Why aren't you crazy?"

Seeing that Qi Lin just looked at him quietly, but kept silent.

The black-skinned elf smiled and shook his head: "I'm taking the liberty, everyone has their own secrets."

"We went to see that village, and it's not bad." The broadsword man chewed the gold coins and said, "The villagers are relatively simple. It's rare that they don't like fighting, and they live a carefree and self-sufficient life."

"When you arrive in the village, give some small favors appropriately, and maybe you will get some different surprises."

"Oh!" The broad-sworded man slapped his forehead and said suddenly: "There is something in that Yutou village that records prophecies about you, and there seems to be some treasures."

"After you go, you can find a way to exchange it. After all, for you humans, if you can't use the currency, it's rubbish."

"Wiping your butt is too annoying."

When the broad sword man said this, he was still throwing coins into his mouth.

It was delicious.

Qi Lin didn't care about the words and deeds of the big swordsman, but only noticed one thing.

About my prophecy?

Qi Lin has never believed in such illusory things as prophecy.

He has always believed that the so-called prophecy is nothing more than a change in the trajectory of a certain behavior caused by the influence of the prophecy.

However, what the apostle said about ghosts conquering the gold-ranked villagers attracted Qi Lin's interest.

If it wasn't for the fact that the village was too powerful, Qi Lin would have wanted to visit it a long time ago.

He wanted to try to see if he could get rid of the heterologous toxin.

As time passed, Qi Lin found that the real-time attribute was declining faster and faster.

This is a great burden for his medicine supplies.

The original plan was to rush to the next city surrounded by fog as soon as possible after killing Baslow, so as to get rid of the toxin.

But before Baslow was killed, Qi Lin had no way to leave directly to find the human settlement that the businessman said.

"Okay, our previous deal has been concluded."

The blue-robed woman got up first, stroked her long white hair like a waterfall, and smiled at Qi Lin: "When you kill the lord, we will come to get the lord's fragments. I hope you are a trustworthy person."

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared in place.

The big swordsman nodded to Qi Lin and disappeared in place.

With the disappearance of the three apostles, the carpet and table of the blue-robed woman on the ground also disappeared.

After Qi Lin stood there thinking for a moment, he turned around and released Xiao Di No. [-] in vehicle form, and turned his head to head south.

Not long after Qi Lin left.

The three apostles were above the clouds in the sky, overlooking the pink hover car heading south.

"Why don't you tell him that there are original things in the village."

"If he is really a necromancer, it means that he has both god-level and hidden blessings, although I don't know why he can resist it and not go crazy."

"but"

The broad-sworded man hesitated and said: "Just looking at the quality and quantity of those undead, it shows that he has not stopped since the catastrophe."

"It is estimated that the city that we cannot enter is already full of corpses."

"If he goes to the village and wants to slaughter the village with the ghost, he will die."

"Once that kid becomes murderous and wants gold-ranked materials, the original thing that protects the village can attack him, and a single blow can kill this kid without a place to bury him!"

The corner of the black skin elf's mouth curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

The figure of the speeding pink hover car was projected backwards from his eyes flickering with magic patterns: "Otherwise, why do you think I told him for nothing about the ghost Tianke villagers?"

"Although I can't see through the specific information and skills of those undead, judging only by energy fluctuations, there are at least a few hundred ghosts above the silver rank."

"With these ghosts, he can completely walk sideways among the many deformed villages."

"I want to see what the kid with the killing power will do."

The blue-robed woman glanced at the black-skinned elf with an expectant look, frowned and said, "What if that kid slaughters the village?"

The black-skinned elf smiled and replied: "That means he is ruthless enough, but he can't stand the temptation. If he is beaten to death by the original thing, he will be killed. It's just a pity for a little gift from you, Fanny."

"As for the lord's fragments, at most, we'll go to other cities to find someone to kill the lord here. Anyway, we've been waiting for so long. Compared to seeing the true face of that funny kid, it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer."

"After he enters the village, we will know whether he is a necromancer or not."

"A village with nearly a thousand gold-ranked corpses at your fingertips, what a good material village for the Necromancer profession!"

"No necromancer can resist the temptation of such an easy thing!"

"I'm still curious about one thing, why didn't I see this kid use a corpse to summon the undead?"

"Could it be that he is already a silver rank at this moment and has a skeleton mage, so he doesn't need to be summoned?"

"But it's not right. He shouldn't have raised his level so quickly, because if he is a necromancer, it means that those undead were not left behind to be loyal to him, but cultivated by him himself."

"This also means that the accompanying weapons in the hands of those undead are god-level blessings."

"With god-level influence, he shouldn't be able to level up so quickly."

"At the same time, it also means that we cannot see through the undead and that kid, which means that it is not affected by some kind of prop, but the only hidden blessing in the world."

"The only god-level and the only hidden appear on the same person?"

"It would be unbelievable if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"

"Don't you think it's interesting that the only person who died on the first day out of the city?"

The broad-sworded man asked, "What if he didn't kill him?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" The black-skinned elf suddenly showed a maniacal smile: "That means that kid can succeed!"

"Such a choice, plus the only god level and the only hidden..."

"Worth our investment!"

"Even a stud!"

"I just remembered that Fanny said earlier that when the kid was counting the materials, there was a crypt demon lurking underground to protect him."

"Hahaha, if those undead were not left behind in a secret realm and loyal to him, but cultivated by him himself"

"That means that he has the ability to summon crypt demons, and his minimum level has reached level 25!!"

"In such a short period of time, it's only in the early four months!!!"

"With God-level limitations, he is still so fast"

"This shows that the kid must have resisted the devil's whisper!"

"This can explain why he was able to solve the demon tide in four months and become the No.1 out of the city."

The black-skinned elf said meaningfully: "Time can see things better than eyes, let's wait and see."

The blue-robed woman glanced at the calm-faced black-skinned elf, and magic lines kept appearing in his eyes uncontrollably due to his agitated mood.

After sighing, she said softly: "After so long, you still haven't forgotten with the passage of time."

The black skin elf smiled and replied: "Some things will never be forgotten with the passage of time."

The broad sword man also sighed, and whispered to himself with a sad face: "Things that can be forgotten over time are never forgotten."

The woman in the blue robe also became sad when she heard the words: "Forget it..."

(End of this chapter)