Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Finally came to the Roland Empire! I am finally free!" Ron suppressed the joy in his heart and could not help screaming. He stood in front of the west gate of Utan City, the border city of the Roland Empire, breathing freedom greedily After entering the territory of the Roland Empire, Ron felt unprecedented ease. Here, he wanted to do whatever he wanted, without anyone intervening. Even if he was to summon a skeleton warrior, those people only looked in surprise. No one came to gesticulate, and there were no rewards posted on the streets.

The atmosphere of freedom here made Ron feel relieved. [Search for the latest updates at

"Congratulations, Ron! You finally escaped the sacred power of the Holy See safely. You are not afraid of their pursuit. In the Roland Empire, you do n’t have to hide from Tibet, and you will stand up and step on the strong one step by step. Road! "Huo Meilin said with a smile.

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

After entering the Roland Empire, it is natural to take a look at the flavors and scenery of the Roland Empire. Utan City is about the middle city of the Holy Roman Empire. Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, the commercial atmosphere here is much stronger and everyone ’s face There are happy smiles on the board, and there are endless flow of businessmen and carriages.

Unlike the Holy Roman Empire, there is no majestic sacred cathedral here, but there are towers of mages rising up from the ground. Here, there are usually rare magicians everywhere. They wear unique Roland Empire. The magic robe, with the logo of the magic union on it, holding a magic wand in his hand, is also talking about all kinds of magic in his mouth.

Ron looked east and west, and opened his eyes. He saw two people standing on the street loudly proclaiming the idea of ​​magic, and people with different opinions argued with him. The two sides debated on the street, causing many passers-by to stop and watch. Listening patiently, Ron was also intoxicated.

Homelin said, "Ron, many of them are talking about elementary magic theory, and they are wrong in many places. I don't think you should listen!"

Ron reluctantly took his gaze back and replied, "Nothing, I just feel the atmosphere here is so good!"

"Really!" Khomelin also exclaimed. "Compared to the Holy Roman Empire, it is relatively free here!"

Khomelin said while turning his head slightly, suddenly, his expression froze violently, and soon his body shook.

"Grandpa Khomelin, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked, feeling something wrong.

Khomelin did not speak, and his trembling hand pointed slightly away, with an angry, sad look on his face.

"What? It's worth making such a fuss!" Ron turned his head carelessly, only for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly.

What did he see? He saw the Necromancer!

That's right, the Necromancer. Before that, Ron had heard people say that where the most Necromancer is, the answer is undoubtedly the Roland Empire.

Now, Ron and Khomelin finally saw the so-called "necromancer" with their own eyes, but the reality was that they could not accept it at all.

What kind of necromancers are that!

Their clothes were tattered, and they had a bone-like thing in their hands. Their expressions were unremarkable. If they weren't looking closely, they believed they were dead.

Those men controlled a lot of skeletons. Those skeletons held a large box with difficulty. They struggled hard and moved very slowly. The eyes of the two black holes did not transmit the slightest soul power.

These skeletons do not even have weapons in their hands, and they are sluggish like machinery, and the Necromancer who controls them is obviously like a coolie. They are in the sun and rain, just in exchange for food and clothing for three meals.

These Necromancers are still lucky. Under the corner on the other side, a lot of Necromancers are sitting, lying down, waiting for the jobs suitable for them. When they look at the Necromancers carrying the boxes, their eyes are exposed. With an envious look, at the same time, he looked around anxiously, hoping that well-meaning employers could look at them and hire them to do things.

At this time, on the other side of Ron, a sitting Necromancer attracted their eyes. It was a very ordinary young man sitting on the ground, holding a variety of cards in his hand. In front of him, there is a lion-shaped creature made of a skeleton. This lion has two bone wings on its back and a huge protrusion at the tail. If Khomelin is not wrong, it is the skeleton of the poisonous scorpion lion.

Sitting on the skeleton of the poisonous scorpion lion was a little boy in his twenties. The little boy naively grasped the two bone spurs behind the poisonous scorpion lion and smiled on his face.

Khomelin noticed that the skeleton of the so-called poison scorpion is nothing but a skeleton of its own. In that skeleton, there is no trace of soul power, not even the skeleton warrior that Ron summoned for the first time.

The poisonous scorpion lion walked fearlessly, taking a few steps at every step, as if to break up at any time, the little boy leaped happily on the back of the poisonous scorpion lion, playing the game of horse-riding and fighting, beside The young Necromancer was so tired and sweating, it seemed that he was strenuous to support the action of the poison scorpion lion.

Not far behind the poison scorpion lion, a young noble couple is pointing, @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html watching the little boy's expression full of loving expression.

"My dear, you see how powerful our son is after riding the poison scorpion lion? It seems that he has the potential to become a poison scorpion lion rider!" The woman's head gently rested on the man's shoulder, and said softly .

The man said with a grin, "Of course, don't look at who is this excellent breed ..."

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

The man was giggling gigorously.

"Time is up!" Said the young man who controlled the poisonous scorpion lion's skull in a hoarse voice.

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

"So fast?" The man asked as he approached the necromancer.

"Three silver coins once, ten minutes at a time, time is up!" The young Necromancer wiped the sweat on his face and replied.

"Mom ... Mom ... I still have to play ... I still have to play ..." At this time, the young boy who was playing was not spared, and cried and grabbed the young woman's thigh.

The woman was so entangled that she touched her son's head, "Okay ... play ... let's continue playing!" And turned to her husband, "My dear! You see ..."

The man nodded, "Then play again!" He said that he glanced at the Necromancer on the ground and picked up a card, "Just this! Dragon Knight! Hey, how awesome ..."

The young Necromancer nodded. He read the spell, and not long after, a black mist rose.

Khomelin frowned, "No, the spell is wrong, and he doesn't seem to have practiced soul power!"

Not long ago, a flying dragon-like thing appeared in front of several people. This flying dragon's skeleton was about two meters long and half a meter high. It was like a real flying dragon. It patted its wings, flicked its tail, and shook its head. There must be a laugh from the people around.

"Riding dragon dragon ... Riding dragon dragon ..." The little boy ran to the bone of the dragon skeleton quickly and climbed up. At this time, the dragon skeleton moved and continued to make his wings spread. , Two wings flapping, making a clicking sound, and there are a few poor children standing around, looking at the little boy riding on the back of the flying dragon skull, his eyes are envious, although I can only play for a while, but three The cost of silver coins is not affordable for everyone.

"Oh, let's see ... Look ... our son may become a dragon knight ... you see how professional he is playing, riding like a real dragon knight!" The young noblewoman clapped her hands Said.

The man also smiled and responded, "Well, when he gets older, he will be sent to the Xianglong Academy to 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 Grandma Khomelin had already tears in his eyes.

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

"It's nothing!" Khomelin took a deep breath and wiped away the turbid tears from his cheeks. "It's just a feeling, and my heart touched! Thinking of the Scourge Church 100,000 years ago, the Necromancer is What a noble thing, but now, it has fallen to this point ... "

Khomelin grinned abruptly, "Before I saw it with my own eyes, I never thought of such a useless skeleton, without any power, even something that is not as good as the ordinary people was actually summoned by the Necromancer, haha, Very good, this is the Necromancer, **** is a satire ... "

Khomelin took a deep breath, "I remembered that those people showed a contemptuous look when they heard the Necromancer. For this reason, they looked down on you many times. Seeing all this, I think I can find the answer ... "

He sighed again, "I'm mentally prepared for the decline of undead magic, but I didn't expect that undead magic actually fell to this point, you look ... you look at these bone shelves, if those natural disaster churches Seeing all of this, their predecessors are afraid to live up to their anger! "

Ron was sad, and said after a while, "Grandpa Khomelin, everything will be alright, so, I will teach them the real undead magic, so that the undead magic will be revitalized, and our necromancer does not have to be so miserable Live alive. "

After thinking for some time, Homelin shook his head, "No, it's not the time to teach undead magic!"

Ron asked in amazement, "Why?"

Khomelin replied, "Undead magic is not like this. You are now teaching undead magic, which is equivalent to the Open School. Without strong strength, it is impossible!"

"In addition, the rise of the Scourge Church and the powerful return of undead magic will inevitably touch some people's nerves. At that time, you will face many difficulties and obstacles. Only your own strong strength is the guarantee of the rise. Without these , Just empty talk! "

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

Khomelin pondered for a while before saying, "On the way to cultivation, you don't need anyone to teach you anything, as long as I know, I can teach you anything ..."

"To be a strong man, you need not only cultivation, but also a lot of knowledge. You need to understand the world. You need to master the related situations, advantages, disadvantages, etc. of magic and vindictiveness. Another one, what I have now The knowledge of 100,000 years ago can no longer keep up with this era, you may need to go to a special college to study systematically! "

Ron nodded, "I know!"

Homelin sighed and said solemnly, "Ron, I hope you can promise me one thing! At least when you are capable."

"Grandpa Homelin, you say!"

"Rebuilding the Church of Scourge ... Restoring the glory of undead magic ..." Khomelin's eyes looked into the distance, and a gloom of mourning flashed in his eyes.