North of the Eiferta territory, deep in the Lars Mountain Range.
The leaden sky was gloomy and oppressive, making it hard for people to breathe. At such a high altitude, the air was thin, and the environment was extreme. Therefore, there was no sign of human habitation in the entire mountain range.
Among the vast snow-capped mountains, there was a figure walking indifferently.
He was the undead Ansadin.
The biting cold wind had no effect on him. Ansadin walked with mechanical precision as if he was walking on a flat road. His face was pale, and his skin sagged like an ugly mask. There was a hint of malevolence in his indifference.
The coarse cloth robe hanging on his body made Ansadin look very thin. However, his gray eyes always revealed a kind of indifferent arrogance, as if the entire world was under his gaze.
As the first apprentice of the Tasman Kingdom's royal pharmacist, Ansadin had "just" turned 86 this year. For undead who had a long life, this was almost the same as puberty.
Most undead at this age had just awakened their "self-awareness." However, Ansadin had already become the youngest "royal pharmacist" in the history of the kingdom with his strong talent in potion-making.
Not only that, he had also won the appreciation of King Augustine because of the "Soul Extraction Potion," which gave him the precious opportunity to go out and carry out missions. For the old guys in the political circle of the Tasman Kingdom, Ansadin deserved the title of the most favored "genius pharmacist" in the past fifty years.
Ansadin had personally carried out the Corrosion plan in the Kingdom of Karen for 17 years. Not only had he succeeded in infiltrating a large number of spies into the Kingdom of Karen, but he had also gained control of several great nobles. With such achievements, his status in the past few years had naturally been rising, even to the point where he was on equal footing with the "Blighters."
The overly smooth situation made Ansadin even more arrogant, and even a little conceited.
But recently, something unexpected had happened to the [Corrosion] plan. The "Soul Extraction Potion" had lost its effectiveness, the undercover Alpha had been exposed, and Angmar had recovered and awakened …
This situation was equivalent to a slap in the face to Ansadin, who was waiting to earn merits, so his only response was to issue an assassination order!
As soon as the order was given, Ansadin, who had sent the Blighters to hold the line, never thought about the possibility of the assassination failing. The only thing he was worried about was how to explain his "mistake" to King Augustine.
But he didn't expect that the originally foolproof plan would actually have another problem …
A hoarse caw came from the sky. When he looked up, he saw a huge black crow swooping down and landing steadily on the rock in front of Ansadin. He casually took the letter, thinking that he would see a formal report on the completion of the mission, but the information written on it made Ansadin clench his fists!
"This is impossible!"
The assassination team was ambushed.
A trap was set up in Hollier. The "Blighters" escaped with serious injuries, and the rest of the team was annihilated!
The Dukes Of Angmar were unharmed, but the mastermind was an unknown scout captain!
Ansadin's arms trembled slightly. He held the letter in his hand, and his mind was in complete chaos. Surprise, shock, anger, doubt … All kinds of emotions were stuck in his chest, and a layer of faint gray mist appeared around Ansadin's body.
This was not ice, but the Aura of Death that he had mastered after advancing to Level 10 "Necromancer".
Because the ambush happened in a completely sealed area, there were not many witnesses, so the letter was vague about the process of the battle. It only said that "Magda was heavily injured due to carelessness, and Hollier was premeditated", and the culprit was identified as Superintendent Rubens who cast the divine spell.
As for the scout captain who was only a "strategist", he was only mentioned briefly in the letter …
"The Blighters can also fail …"
After all kinds of emotions, Ansadin quickly calmed down. But the first thing he thought about was not to find Magda's whereabouts, but to find a "scapegoat"!
There was no turning back for the potion's failure, but the great "Blighters" messed up the assassination, so don't blame me for hitting you when you're down …
Magda was a vengeful person, and Ansadin was not a good person either.
Ansadin was very clear about the "Blighters"'s personality: they were eager for revenge, and would definitely come to him for help. If he agreed to repair their body, it would be a huge favor.
And how to make them take the blame and at the same time be grateful to him, this was a skill …
Ansadin squinted his eyes, and his gray pupils flashed with a strange light. Politicians always used all kinds of means to gain benefits, and he had always done it thoroughly.
As a "Necromancer" with a base level of 15 and advanced to Level 10, Ansadin never participated in a battle personally. Because he specialized in the "Puppetry" of the "Necromancer".
As for the battle situation, Ansadin always stood at a higher position than the average person, because he always thought of himself as the controller of the chessboard: no matter who the opponent was, all he had to do was to place the chess pieces, surround and kill, and the opponent would never be able to turn the tables!
Personally charge into battle? That was something only a brainless person would do.
"Scout captain, huh … What a joke."
He looked at the place marked on the letter, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he wanted to see through the hundreds of kilometers to see the culprit called "Roddy".
Raising his hand, Ansadin took out a bottle of dark green potion from his bag and poured it into his mouth. After a cold breath of death circulated in his body, he took out the white elder wand, and sprinkled a handful of gray bone powder into the wind …
The curse of the dead echoed in the thin air, and two stone statues with a reserved color were found. The statue was only the size of a palm, shaped like a demon, with bat wings on its back. It was a "Gargoyle" with the ability to fly.
With a wave of the wand, a complete summoning circle was drawn by Ansadin skillfully in the air, and the "Puppet Summoning Circle" with a faint fluorescent light was immediately completed!
With a wave of his wand, the originally thin aura of death suddenly became several times denser, and the light of the magic circle shone brightly. After the final incantation, Anzadin threw the two sculptures into the magic circle, and he chanted the full name of the spell in a low voice:
"Summon: Gargoyle!"
As a "Necromancer" who specialized in the "Puppet", although Ansadin's level was not high, after advancing to Level 10, he could only summon one Level 10 Gargoyle, but under the strengthening of the "Summoning Stabilizing Potion", Ansadin was ready to summon two!
The moment the statue passed through the invisible circle, it turned into a huge black shadow, and its more than four meters long bat wings spread out. The Gargoyle's muscles were angular, and its sharp claws were as long as daggers. When it landed on the rocks, it easily crushed the solid rocks …
The level of the Gargoyle was fixed, and the Level 1 Summoning Spell could only summon a Level 10 Gargoyle. Although it was not high, it could fly, and there was no time limit for summoning, so it was very powerful. In this era where most people used cold weapons, it had the advantage of "air superiority", and it was almost invincible!
"Magda … I have to say sorry this time."
Anzadin leaped up and landed directly on the back of the gargoyle. He tightened the bag containing the new poison and disappeared into the vast mountains in an instant.
*****
"Will this work?"
"It's not up to me to decide, but we have to try to know."
"But … those books —"
"I won't reveal any information. You can rest assured."
In the tree hollow of Elsa Village, Roddy and Brody were still talking.
The hierarchy of the Wood Elves was too simple. The village chief had the final say, and there was no such thing as an elder or a council system. Therefore, Roddy only needed to discuss the business plan of Elsa Village with Brody alone.
"It's almost winter, and the only thing the village can bring out is the prey brought by the beast tide. We don't have much fruit wine, and we can only increase the production next year … But I think it's completely meaningless for us to exchange them for money."
"You don't have to worry about it. They won't all change currencies."
Brody knew that there was nothing else he needed to say. He sighed and then said, "Natha told me about her request. If it was someone else, I wouldn't agree, but she … My only request is that you take good care of her."
Roddy, who was originally full of business plans, immediately felt a headache when he heard this. Bringing along a Wood Elf … Especially a beautiful one to explore the human world was really not something that could save energy.
But who asked him to be short-handed …
"I'll try my best."
After roughly explaining, Roddy got up and left.
When he walked out of the tree hollow, Henry, who was roasting meat at the edge of the village, hurriedly got up to greet him. After receiving two different treatments from Brody and Akasha, Fatty, who was originally on the verge of death, was now full of vigor and energy. Moreover, he was very enthusiastic towards Roddy.
Buffon, who was at the side, was kicked by Henry. He then got up and saluted Rody. Compared to Henry, Buffon was a bit more inarticulate. When no one paid attention to him, he would be silent. Occasionally, he would chat with Fatty. Throughout the day, he only showed obedience to Rody like a robot.
Fatty and Skinny were both by the bonfire. As their former "teammate", Akasha had gradually regained her mobility after two days of rest. At this moment, she was sitting on a rock in a daze.
Although she said that she was in a daze, her mental state was not very good. Especially every time Roddy disappeared from her sight, Akasha would show an indescribable anxiety. Her lips would turn white, her fingers would clench into fists, and her body would tremble.
These "symptoms" would only be completely relieved when she saw Roddy. Just like now, when she saw Roddy jump down from the tree hollow, her tensed little face slowly relaxed. Her gaze, however, seemed to be glued to Roddy. No matter where he went, she would stare at him without blinking.
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