Chapter 12 Zul
"What is the Rasma priest?"
After accepting the commission from Isandra, Esan, who carried the letter, was thinking about this issue all the way. His understanding of the dark world was only superficial, and he had no idea what kind of existence this Rasma religion was.
According to the clues provided by Isandra, after leaving the camp, Esander searched north along a path.
It is said to be a small path, but in fact, it is because people walk more and more, and they also play a role in guiding the direction.
In this world with underdeveloped technology, after losing direction in the wild, the most reliable way is to find such a path, and then choose one direction along the path and walk all the way, and you can always see the town.
There is another advantage of walking along the road, that is, there will be relatively fewer monsters. Especially the hard-haired rats and the desolate demons that Ethan is very afraid of. These two monsters rarely appear on the road. The most common ones are slow-moving zombies, and the number is still very small. Even if you encounter a few, Ethan's current abilities are enough to deal with them.
"According to what Isandra said, I walked north along this road for about three days and could see the priest. If I didn't meet it, I could go back directly. Two days have passed, let alone the priests of the Rasma religion, I haven't even seen a figure."
At the same time, the erosion of dark power is getting worse and worse. Compared to when Ethan first came to this world, even during the day, the whole sky was gloomy and there was no sunshine. The air was filled with energy that made Ethan feel uncomfortable all over.
After staying in this environment for a long time, as his mental power gradually increases, he always has the urge to absorb energy into his body and transform it into magic.
"Although for mages, as long as it is energy, it can be used as magic power... but this powerful negative energy will definitely have a considerable impact." Ethan carefully recalled the tragic consequences of those mages who could not bear the temptation of powerful power and used some negative energy, and tried his best to control his impulse: "The uncontrollable power, even if it is powerful, it does not belong to me."
Ethan took a deep breath, then vomited all of this breath, as if using this method to strengthen his heart.
Just as he was about to continue moving forward, Ethan suddenly noticed that there were several skeletons wandering not far ahead.
"Skeleton Soldier?"
These skeletons all carry long boned swords, and then three or two gather together and cruis in a specific pattern.
"A little strange..."
Ethan approached a little carefully, and then found more skeleton soldiers swimming at the end of his sight.
"There are quite a lot of people, and I'm rushing over and seeking death."
Retreatly retreated. In order to avoid being noticed by the skeleton soldiers, Ethan slowed down and retreated little by little, while observing what was suitable for hiding around him.
There is a vast area nearby, and even a dead tree with all its leaves cannot be found.
Just when Ethan was cursing about his unluckyness in his heart, the skeleton soldiers discovered his existence. Strangely, the skeleton soldiers did not rush over, but instead quickly gathered in one place.
What surprised him even more was that one of the skeleton soldiers closest to him did not move, but instead waved to him.
"Uh...that's probably waving, right?"
Ethan was a little confused. Did he meet a wise skeleton soldier? You can't meet someone who traveled through time, right?
Ethan was hesitating whether to continue leaving or observe and observe again, and soon there was no need to worry. A man wearing black and white clothes slowly appeared in Ethan's sight.
And with the man's gesture, the skeleton that waved to him instantly dispersed and then slowly disappeared.
"Nether Mage?"
Ethan is so familiar with this style. As one of the five major optional professions in Diablo 2, Ethan has also played this profession.
"Those skeletons are his summoning objects!"
No wonder these skeletons' actions are so "strange". They should have been keeping a watch just now to protect the necromancer who is resting.
Since he is a necromancer, he should be trusted... right?
There is no way. Although Necromancer is very popular among the fans of the game, if it is put in the real world, such a mage who plays with corpses and souls will have nothing to do with the justice camp no matter how you look at it.
It seems inappropriate to turn around and run away. Who told him to remember that there was a necromancer in the initial profession of the game? According to the official plot, it is also one of the heroes who saved the world. So you still have to make some contact to make judgments, but you need to keep alert.
"Hello, young traveler, I am Zul, the priest of the Rasma religion. I feel the aura of an acquaintance from you. Did she ask you to come to me?"
With a period of study and mental power, Ethan's memory has been greatly strengthened. Although he can only use some words and short sentences when speaking and cannot talk to people in long paragraphs, his listening ability has been greatly improved, and most of the conversation can be understood without barriers.
The content of the words made him confused for a moment, and then he realized that the necromancer in front of him was actually the priest from the sect he was looking for.
"There's nothing wrong with this, right?"
Still not letting go of the hilt of the sword, Ethan took out the letter from his arms with his left hand: "Are you the Rasma priest? Isan Rara's friend?"
When Zul nodded at the name of Isandra, he nodded at first, but then shook his head: "I have only met Isandra and I are not friends. However, we now have a common goal, so we can barely call it a partner. We agreed before that if anyone finds clues and cannot inform the other party, he will ask someone to send a letter with his own spiritual mark."
Hearing this, Ethan handed over the letter he was holding in his hand. He really didn't expect that the Necromancer was the priest, and he always felt that this style was not suitable.
As if he noticed his doubts, Zul looked at the letter Isanthrola wrote to him and explained his identity at the same time - he had encountered similar misunderstandings many times, without caring about it at all, and even promoted the teachings of Rasma.
It turns out that the necromancers in this world are very different from the necromancers that Ethan originally knew.
They are a sect that a few people believe in, and the core doctrine is to pursue the balance of all things.
Doctrinally speaking, they belong to the absolutely neutral camp.
The magic used by the Rasma priests is not an evil force, but based on the energy that all things themselves have. The original magic is actually used. In fact, there are many sects or groups in this world that use this energy. A typical example is Amazon warriors.
Using primitive magic to pursue the balance of life and death, the Rasma priests have the ability to manipulate necrotic creatures. This is why most people generally have prejudice against them, and at the same time, they classify many of the spells they use as ‘black’ magic.
"Actually this is wrong and not rigorous."
The originally cold necromancer immediately turned into a chat when he mentioned his beliefs, and spread a lot of Rasma teachings to Ethan, and kept complaining that the magic they used was simply and roughly classified as black magic.
"We can discuss this matter later. Isandra asked me to take you to Camp Roger."
Speaking of the matter, Zul finally stopped her nagging and then properly put away Isandra's letter: "The letter said that she got some clues from the Roger camp. The surge in dark power was related to a mysterious man. At the same time, she also discovered that the blood wasteland gathered a large number of dark creatures. Even Andalil occupied the city blockage and blocked the road to the east."
Zul paused for a moment, and seemed to have a headache by the information: "From any perspective, I need to go to Camp Roger."
Turning his head and looking at Ethan: "Young man, Ethan Ra said you are working hard to improve your mental power so that you can become a mage?"
"Yes." In fact, Ethan himself didn't know whether he could become a mage successfully, but the various "learning materials" he collected now were all in the direction of a mage.
"Do you want to consider joining the Rasma Church?"
After a while of silence, Zul began to preach again. Unfortunately, since he learned that the necromancer in the dark world was actually a group of "charlatans" like Puritans and ascetics, he has lost interest in this profession.
"No, I think it's better to go on the path I have chosen firmly. If you sway left and right, you won't have any future."
Unexpectedly, such a sentence attracted Zuer's praise instead.
"That's right, young mage apprentice, if you have such an idea, I think the day you become a formal mage is not far away."
Then he looked at Ethan's thin body.
"However, in this dangerous environment, you need to improve your self-protection ability as soon as possible, otherwise you may not be able to persist in the day you become a mage. Now that your mental power cannot be improved quickly, you can consider improving your fighting ability."
Ethan nodded, but then he realized that something seemed wrong? Why did the priest act like he disliked himself and wanted to give him some advice?
Did he think he was also a member of the Dark Demon Squad? And instead of giving advice on magic, he pointed out what the hell was melee combat? As expected, the first element of becoming a mage is to become a melee expert first?
"This, are you trying to guide me to fight in close combat?"
"What? Do you think I can't give you some advice?" Ethan felt a flash in front of him. Zul, who was two steps away from him, was already standing in front of him, and a cold dagger was tightly pressed against his neck: "You know, as a priest of the Rasma religion, melee fighting is a compulsory course."
Chapter completed!