Chapter 133 Necromantic System
What Larry said was also what Herage was thinking.
Only when one's own strength is strong can one cope with everything without relying on external forces.
Two days later.
"Herag Merlin: Strength, Spirit 7, Magic 100%."
Herague completed the meditation on the twelfth star, but the injuries on his body were still not fully recovered, and he still needed Bessie to support him even when he got off the ground.
He counted the space rings and found that there were more than 2,300 magic stones in them.
"Since we have decided that the official wizard will leave later, we must make use of the time before leaving." Herage thought.
To him, the most useful thing about Moonlight Grove is its various resources and knowledge.
Herage planned to use the magic stones in his hand to exchange for resources and knowledge before leaving.
A lot of knowledge is relatively easy to obtain only within the wizard organization, but it is not so easy to obtain once you go out.
The first thing Herage planned to learn was the knowledge of the necromantic system, and he had almost no knowledge of this aspect.
To pass on the knowledge of the necromancy system, you need to learn from the relevant formal wizards in Moonlight Grove, which should cost a lot, but Herage can afford it.
Ten days later, in town.
"How do you feel?" Larry asked.
Herage stretched his muscles and said, "Basically recovered."
"Well, your physique is very strong, which is an important reason for your quick recovery." Larry nodded.
Herage smiled and said: "Thanks to the magic potions prepared by the teacher, otherwise I would have to lie down for a while."
During this period, Larry specially prepared some magic potions based on Herage's injury, which was very effective in recovering from his injuries.
"You have to thank Bessie for taking care of you during this time." Larry took a sip of coffee and said.
Herage sighed: "I am destined to leave. Even if it is your place, teacher, I probably won't stay too long."
He is very confident in his promotion speed, and the further he goes, the more resources he will need.
At the first-level wizard stage, you can still get the resources you need here, but if you are a second- or even third-level wizard, you are destined to go elsewhere.
Bessie is only a third-class wizard apprentice and cannot follow him everywhere all the time.
Moreover, Bessie herself has given up her own practice. Her goal is to create a pure-blood wizard family, which cannot be accomplished in a short time.
Herage doesn't want to be a horse that keeps sowing seeds. His focus is still on improving his own strength.
He thought about the knowledge of necromancy, so he asked: "Teacher, do you know any wizard in the forest who teaches necromancy knowledge?"
"Necromancy? Ms. Moran is very good at necromancy. I can help you ask her if she is free recently. However, what are you doing to learn necromancy? If you learn too much knowledge, it is easy to be miscellaneous and not master." Larry reminded.
Herage understood what he meant. It was difficult for ordinary wizard apprentices to take into account multiple knowledges at the same time. new
A single course of potions is enough for them to consume most of their time and energy. The knowledge of necromancy is no simpler than that of potions, and is even more profound and complex.
"I am preparing for the future. During this period, I will first store the knowledge I need to learn and then slowly digest it later." Herage explained.
Larry thought about it. Once he goes out, this knowledge will not be so easy to obtain.
He took out the rune stones and sent a few messages, and after a while he said: "Ms. Moran agreed. The basic inheritance of necromantic knowledge requires one hundred magic stones. If you are willing, you can go to Area D this afternoon when you are free. .”
Area D is not far from here. It took more than ten minutes to walk after Herage came out.
He followed the street signs for a while and saw Ms. Moran's room No. 6.
This house is very different from Larry's. It has only three floors and a small yard outside. There are some piranha flowers with big mouths growing in the yard.
The piranhas sensed Herage's approach, and they all raised their heads and looked at Herage, their mouths wide open, with mucus flowing from their mouths.
Herage stood at the door of the courtyard, wondering for a moment whether he should go in or not.
He was not afraid of these piranha flowers, but he was afraid that the piranha flowers would destroy them when they chewed his own shield.
"Come in, these little cuties are just curious about you and won't bite." A very pleasant voice came from the house.
Herage looked at the piranha, who was eyeing it with eagerness, and walked in carefully, always paying attention to the piranha's movements.
If the Piranha attacks, he can still dodge it immediately with his speed.
The piranha flowers around them kept their eyes on Herague, watching Herague walk to the door.
Herage knocked on the door: "Ms. Moran, I am Herage, Larry's student."
"come in."
The door opened automatically, and a cold wind blew out from inside. Herage felt a chill.
He walked into the house and found that the lights inside were dim. Only a few oil lamps were lit in a few corners of the house.
There was a strong smell of preservatives in the house, which was quite pungent mixed with the smell of kerosene.
Herage didn't understand why there were kerosene lamps. Nowadays, fluorescent stones are generally used as the light source. The brightness is very good, but kerosene lamps are too dim.
He looked forward. There was a square table in front of him. On the table were a book and a bottle of unknown green drink with green foam.
There is a short figure behind the table, wearing a black robe, whose specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.
Herage didn't dare to detect it easily, and he still had to be careful in front of official wizards.
"Do you want to learn the basics of necromancy?" A pleasant voice came from under the black robe.
Herage nodded and said, "Yes, this is the tuition fee."
He took out a small bag containing a hundred magic stones.
Herage let go of the bag after feeling a suction, and the small bag automatically floated to the table.
Moran waved his hand hidden under his black robe, and a glass bottle floated in front of Herage.
Herage caught the glass bottle and found a beer-like drink inside.
"This is the basic knowledge of the necromancy system. Drink it. Drink it here." Moran specially emphasized the last few words.
Herage nodded to show that he understood, because he was afraid that he would resell the thing when he went out.
He pulled the cork off the bottle and smelled it. It really smelled like beer, but the smell of fermentation was stronger.
Herage raised his head and drank it all.
The liquid melts in your mouth, it literally melts, and not a drop of liquid enters your stomach.
Soon, Herage felt that his head was a little swollen, and a lot of information entered his mind.
“It’s transferring knowledge.”
Herage quickly reacted, controlled his mental power, and accepted the transmission of information.
Half an hour later, Herage found that there was a lot more knowledge related to the necromancy system in his mind.
There are some about evil thoughts, about evil spirits, and some basic common sense and principles about the soul.
"You have mastered the basic knowledge of the necromancy system and can learn some basic necromancy spells, haha." Moran's voice was like a lark, and his last laugh was even more refreshing.
