The spell failed. The level is not enough.
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Same message. again and again.
"So, Chief?" Hagen asked as he entered Nastrom's cathedral and found his master casting a spell over a giant snake bone.
"I tried every magic test possible, every divination spell I knew, and searched every book I could find," Tye said, making no secret of his frustration. "I don't know what this is. I have some theories, but I can't confirm any of them."
"Obviously, this is a primitive dragon," Hagen said, laying out the simple solution. "Probably a descendant of the Midgardian snake Jormungander."
"But I should be able to read its type," the wizard pointed out. "So far I haven't been able to recover the other bodies. The gods of Ethil purified them with spells I can't cast now."
Why did the Ethir destroy these creatures so completely? They sealed the city underground to ensure that no one would remember it existed. Why not protect the Egyptian spring? To prevent disaster from finding it?
The only remains he didn't try to activate were that of the snake. Unlike others, they are not purified. The snake most likely starved to death while trapped in the church; but why didn't it eat spring water?
Tai refused to raise it, even as a sentient undead creature, before understanding its true nature. With the spring, he didn't need the bones, and they resisted his attempts to make them into weapons. He gains nothing and loses a lot.
But curiosity has always been his great sin. No risk, no gain.
"[Animated Death]," Tai said as he touched the bones and channeled his wizardry through the head. Since his [True Necromancer] skill comes from the [Death Lord] class, he can resurrect almost any type of undead. He will animate his head
"I will never die!"
A terrible, ancient voice echoed in the Necromancer's mind, and his magic experienced a violent backlash. For a moment, his feelings were no longer his own, and old memories flooded his mind.
"I see...die a thousand times...this time...no different...I am alone..."Forever...forever...Earthlings...my breath brings...despair and decay...I am... The eternal snake…”
"If you die...Ragnarok...forever...I...starve to death...Nasteron...your lair...your tomb..."
"Curse you... Odin... Hell... Curse you all... to rise from the dead... to be reborn... to shed old skin... to live forever... I am... inanimate..."
"Sir!"
Ty was suddenly brought back to reality as Hagen pulled him away from the snake's body. Bones resonate with necrotic magic and then become inert.
"What's that?" Hagen asked. "Is the soul still there?"
"No," Tai shook his head, regaining his composure. "But as Laufey said, it leaves some emotion in these old bones."
They can be boiled down to an emotion.
Pure, undiluted hatred.
"It seems that this guy is not Esil's friend." Taiyi said. "I believe it gives us blessings after death."
"Oh great, is there a city deed?" dullaha
He said with a smile, looking at the mural. "Or a notice to understand this?"
The Necromancer shook his head, unable to adjust to his friend's humor. His eyes fell on the murals, on these almost countless representations of Ragnarok. "If I fly, it will fly farther and farther," said the wizard. "They could actually be unlimited."
Each line represents the prophecy of Ragnarok, in Yggd
There are detailed descriptions in the asil system. Odin's death at the mouth of Fenrir, Thor's fatal duel with Jormungand, Loki's last joke, the burning of the World Tree... Sometimes the murals are the same, but most of them differ in subtle ways different. The warriors represent different weapons, or the battle takes place elsewhere.
But the result is always the same.
"This could be some Ragnarok cult trying to decipher how they could survive the apocalypse," Hagen said as the two walked out of the cathedral. "Those predictions are very ambiguous."
"The inhabitants' beliefs are irrelevant to our goals," Tai said, more to himself than to his friend. Now he only has one thing to focus on, and that's curing death.
After capturing Nastrom, the Necromancers ordered their sanctum moved there, turning the cathedral into a laboratory and the rest of the city into their lair; so far, only the demon Bailey remains Not diverted, as it would be dangerous to weaken his bonds. Undead workers extract veins of alkali ore, while orcs clear the streets and repair holes in the fortifications. While Tai only has a skeleton crew to run the sprawling city, over time he can restore the city to its former glory.
However, whenever Spook spent more than an hour in Nastrom, he couldn't help himself. Tai had no choice but to put him in charge of overseeing Level 2 since he couldn't be sent elsewhere. Duke will remain in control of the ruins on the third level, and Hagen will capture Nastrom if Tai is not present. Ghost String, as usual, will serve as the main patrol of the dungeon.
This leaves only one elite to perform the mission.
Laufey was busy redecorating the square in front of the cathedral, creating a symmetrical tree in the center of the square using bones and body parts. Ty didn't know if he should be disturbed by her design choices or surprised by her artistic style. Morgan witnessed the scene and she felt both ways.
"Oh, dear, are your bones done?" Laufey asked the necromancer casually, and Morgan bowed obediently. "I'm dying, waiting for your orders."
"Orders?" he repeated, confused.
"With this, my dear," she waved her hand towards the cathedral and the surrounding city, "you can rule the world. Command me and I will follow you to victory."
"Not likely," Tai replied dryly.
"Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit," she said. "Maybe not the whole world, but you can carve out an empire for yourself."
"Mr. Hagen sounds good," Dullahan said, although he clearly didn't mean it.
"Why?" Tai asked, never understanding why so many people had a fascination with conquest. “What productive goals does it achieve?”
"You gain power, fame, wealth, happiness... A large number of slaves await your every command..."
"If you want to feel superior to the lower animals, buy a dog," Ty told Laufey with cold contempt. To her, it's another hound. “Obsession with fame and fortune is a sign of narrow-mindedness.”
Laufey sighed. "You are such a disappointment, my lord. Such incredible potential, wasted. I need to do something."
"What do you know about the Catastrophe Cult?" Tai asked, changing the subject. "Especially your father's?"
"Do you want me to tell him about this place?" She smiled at the Necromancer. "He'll be very grateful. At least five minutes, and then something more interesting will happen."
"What does he look like?" Tai asked curiously.
"Charming companion, always lying, with a twisted sense of humor," she replied, completing her sculpture. "Did you know that when he became my mother's husband, he gave birth to me with her?" A black elf who was killed by him ten minutes ago. "
Family dinners must be lively. "I think this was before he went to prison."
"Yeah, before he fell and woke up like a disaster," Laufey confirmed. "But my father has always been a cruel god. Imprisonment in Helheim made his humor even darker than before. As for his worship, I was their muse. It was a very interesting time, but I spent It took several weeks to wipe the blood off my clothes."
"Tell the important point."
"They're hiding in plain sight," Laufey said. "Sometimes, they even slept for years before waking up when my father needed their sharp knives. They could hide their loyalties from anyone; you never knew if your friends with them were real friends. "
In short, it confirmed what Tai already knew. Lokis cannot be trusted.
"When in doubt, ask someone to 'kiss under the mistletoe,'" said the Dark Elf cheerfully. "This is how these devils identify each other, in honor of one of my father's cruelest jokes."
"I see."
"Do you want me to establish contact with them, dear?" Laufey asked, guessing what he was thinking.
"Maybe. Or you infiltrated a cult in Logres." Their soul contract prevents betrayal, but you should never be overconfident in these people. "Hagen, Morgan, give me your report."
"We killed new monsters in the east tunnel," Hagen said. "(Ants), five."
"Again?" Tai frowned behind his mask, magically summoning a scroll map of the tunnels from his treasure vault. This is the second intrusion in a week. "Where?"
"They are trying to dig holes from the east and invade the second level," Dullahan said, pointing to the map. They had dug three passages when they triggered traps and alarms. Spook massacred them as he had massacred the last group, but they fought with ferocity. "
"(Antlions) never burrow alone in these cold areas, this is not a lone creature wandering around," Tye said. "Either spring attracts these animals in some way, or they represent something more High wisdom is digging.”
"Probably a druid," Morgan said. "For some of them, Broxhammed Wood above the tunnel is sacred ground, at least that's what I'm told."
"But why now?" The Necromancer shook his head. "The invasion only started after we discovered Nastron."
"I don't know." Hagen shrugged. "The tunnels extend very far, and since we lost so many people after the Princess Raid, I'm wary of sending troops to attack the lair. I suggest we increase the number of traps and guards in the corridors to better coordinate our defenses .”
Sensible. "I'll design something to deal with these insects," Tai replied before whistling.
A female vampire rat immediately ran to him, climbed up his robe, and then settled on his shoulder. The Necromancer patted her head and asked her to open up to him.
"Duoqun" (Ma
y-Swa
m) is the name of the [Vampire Rat] hive mind designed by Tai, which has proven its worth as a surveillance system. Although Tai's [Ghost Mirror] has a larger range, he can only investigate one place at a time and then needs to pass the information on to his elites.
However, as long as the rats stay within a certain radius, each member of their group feels the same. They can deliver messages telepathically and act as couriers, scouts, and spies.
Only the vampire's resistance to sunlight limited them, but it was a trade he could accept. "Show me the battlefield," the Necromancer said softly.
As Ty viewed the world through the eyes of a rat, images of the crimson colors of the Eastern Mining District came to mind.
He glanced at a pile of red insect carcasses in the half-dug tunnel. Lion-sized ants - hence the name - have thick fur, fanged mouths and dozens of eyes. Their acidic saliva enables them to melt stone, and their sharp pincer arms can cut through bone like butter. Spock waited in front of the corridor they had built, a grim sentinel waiting for any challenger.
"Follow the tunnel," Ty told the mouse. "No matter how far you have to go. Find the lair and report back."
Dozens of rats immediately rush into the hole, and Ty ends his telepathic communication and returns to reality.
"Every level must be fortified," the necromancer told Hagen. "I want every inch of land to bleed from any invader."
"So we're both on the same page, boss," Hagen answered. "They were scouts for a larger force."
"Maybe," he said, turning to Morgan. "What should I do, princess?"
"Dear Gwen is as tight-lipped about Logres as she is about you," Morgan said. "However, she told me a secret that I'm afraid you'll hate."
"Oh, well, nothing out of the ordinary," the Necromancer said expressionlessly. "Go ahead."
"The Academy expects another Convergence to hit Lyonnais within two months."
This made Tai's eyes widen, only Laufey remained strangely calm. "No way," he said.
"There can be no two rendezvous in the same place three months apart," Hagen protested. "Ragnarok is still at least a few centuries away."
"The Academy is confused, too," the vampire spy replied. "Arch Mage Calvert believes that there is something in this area that has attracted the attention of the Scourge, and whatever it is, they are desperate to get their hands on it. I want to know what it is."
This confirms it. The ice giant's arrival in Leonis was no accident.
Fate was at work again.
"What was their reaction?" asked.
Gwen suggested that they establish a permanent branch in the city. This is to better protect citizens from old and new threats, she said. That despicable woman, every breath she took made the necromancer regret ever having met her.
"I assume the Academy accepts it?" That would be his luck and would mean a stronger royal presence in the area.
"Indeed." Mo
ga
e smiled. "Guess who was recommended as a local recruit?"
"I'm very disappointed," said Mrs. Se, astride her white horse. "I had hoped you would change your mind."
"Same as me," said Anne angrily, although her own mount was far less tidy than mine.
When he refused to leave the city, Ty spent some time saying goodbye to Anne and her companions at the city gates, spending time with Percy. Much of the damage caused to the main bridge by the giant has been repaired, and Leones will be fully restored within months.
Princess Gwen Haifa and her classmates would be riding back to the capital, at least for a while; and Tai's forces were too numerous to ambush their escorts on the road.
His eyes turned to Morgan, who would be walking with them. Since everyone believed he was dead and there was no reason to keep the princess alive, he gave her a... fatal mission.
“I have too much work on my plate,” the owner replied honestly. With school to study in the spring, Tai would only consider leaving the city to meet Metro. "I hope you come back soon."
"Your wish may come true sooner than you think, Walter," replied the princess thoughtfully.
"Where is your assistant?" Wu Long asked Tai suspiciously.
She went home for a while. "Convergence" was giving her a headache and she needed a break. "
In fact, he sent her to Logres as a scout; while Mockingbird had been a reliable ally so far, he preferred to hedge his bets.
"Well, Percy, you'd better take care of him while we're gone," Anne said to the guard.
"Of course!" Percy nodded, his cheeks turning slightly red.
"We will be back in two weeks," said Princess Gwenshifal. "Afterwards, we may launch an expedition in Logres and try to determine what the Death Knight is looking for."
To be honest, Tai already doubted Metro's reasons. He always said Fianna's tomb was hidden somewhere in this area, the Necromancer thought. If I abandoned this great work for revenge, I would try to find it and loot the artifacts there.
"My friend," Mrs. Joseph said with concern, "there is something you must know."
Ty frowned, but she stepped closer to him as she lowered her head from her horse and whispered in his ear.
"A murder occurred in a village near Lyons." "Sacrificial murder. We suspect a disaster cult."
"Which one?" Tai whispered, immediately getting nervous.
"Maybe it's Jormungandr's," she answered uncertainly. "Only the churches in this city know and we hope to resolve this quietly without causing panic. But please promise me you will be careful."
Tai was smart enough to say nothing and put the pieces together in his mind.
sure. If the Disasters want to spring and intend to cause a new fusion, then they will send their agents to prepare the field. This would explain the raid on his dungeon.
Perhaps pagans have infiltrated the city.
They want his spring? They can try to get it. He's just months away from realizing his dream, and no one can stop him.
They will only find death.
