After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Floating City.

    In the splendid building of the Wizarding League, many wizards wearing wizard robes come and go in a hurry.

    Even the wide aisles have become crowded.

    "Excuse me, please!"

    A man said hurriedly, with a hoarseness in his voice that he had been working on for many days.

    "This way! Hey! Rudolph!"

    Another small-eyed wizard shouted at him from the other side, the glasses on the bridge of the nose slipped off a little.

    "Thanks, Walkley! It's been a busy few months!"

    The two finally came to the door of a conference room, Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief.

    “I almost live in an office and drink more energy potions than water these days.”

    He rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head.

    "Isn't it! I heard someone sent the latest news, and it's urgent! You know, about the 'Abyss'. I guess it will be mentioned at the meeting later. thing."

    Walkley whispered as he walked into the conference room and sat down in one of the empty seats.

    The round conference table was almost full of wizards, and everyone looked haggard.

    At the head of the round table sat an old man in a dark blue wizard robe with short white hair.

    Although he looks old, he is in good spirits, and his sharp eagle eyes shine with the light of wisdom.

    Not to mention that there is an obvious scar on his cheek, from his left forehead all the way across his right cheek, extending to his right lower jaw, adding a bit of sternness to him.

    "The meeting chaired by the president himself..."

    Rudolph murmured.

    "Okay, everyone, long story short. Recently, Bryan, the dean of the Snowberg Wizarding Institute, sent us a key message, and I would also like to thank a respected ancient wizard. "

    As soon as the short-haired old man finished speaking, a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air in front of the wizards present.

    On this parchment is a brief summary of the main points in Brewster's diary and manuscript: research on abyss creatures, coordinates of plane passages...

     Rudolph glanced quickly, his pupils shaking.

    "As you can see, this is the information of the plane passage. The Wizarding Union has sent a 'special operations team' to investigate and verify. Now, we have been able to determine the coordinates of this plane passage. Reliability, and based on its location characteristics, the coordinates of other plane channels that may exist are inferred."

    The president's calm and powerful voice resounded in the conference room.

    He calmly looked around at the heads of the affiliated organizations of the Wizarding Union, and continued: "Since we discovered the traces of the 'Abyss' again three years ago, all defense work has been completed. It was arranged in an orderly manner, thank you for your efforts in the past few years. In order to avoid another tragic plane war, at the suggestion of the deans of the seven wizarding colleges, we decided to take the lead in attacking, uniting Holy Light Holy See, Holy Light The Knights together - block the plane passage!"

    Rudolph could not help but take a breath.

    Although the expected results seem to be very good, if the abyss creature invades in the process of blocking the plane channel...

    "I think y'all have taken it into account, yes, we need to prepare for the Abyss to invade again!"

    The president raised his head and said slowly.

    Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

    "In that case, there is still the possibility of war?"

    Paris Grauer wiped his face with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

    His eyes turned from the wizard Christina Black, who had just announced the arrangement of the Wizarding Union, to his companion, Addison Morgan.

    Christina Black listened to the rustling of apprentices in the auditorium, but did not say anything to stop it.

    Recalling the quiet life of these years, she took a long breath in silence.

    In these noises, she even heard some wizard apprentices couldn't help but pray aloud, hoping that she could successfully be promoted to wizard before this operation.

    "We have to consider the worst-case scenario, that's true. If the abyss decides to fight back when the plane channel is blocked..."

    Addison Morgan flipped a page of the notebook in his hand, raised his head and said lightly.

    "Don't worry. Over the past few years, the Tower of Truth has done a lot of preparations. They have been trying to combine magic and machinery to exert greater power, and the effect seems to be very good. "

    Cyril thought of the occasional message from Nicholas Cavendish and comforted him.

    Nicholas Cavendish left Snowberg Wizarding Institute a year ago to pursue new research at the Tower of Truth.

    He recounted in his letter to Cyril:

    "We have discovered more possibilities for magic! In many experiments, only a very small amount of magic power can be used to injure an extremely large magic effect! In this way, any ordinary Apprentice wizards can also perform as well as many full-fledged wizards! It's amazing, isn't it? Thanks Merlin! I think it's a lot more interesting than studying magic rune reconstruction or something in the academy! Of course, I have to admit the basics of magic Very important…"

    "And the Knights of the Light, didn't the Wizard Christina say that, the Wizarding League has united the Holy See and the Knights of Light, and they have opened their faith in the Wizarding League and the Tower of Truth Fountain, abundant holy water is our advantage."

    Warren analyzed calmly.

    Among the apprentices, Warren Abraham is one of the few apprentices who chose to study the history of magic in depth, and because of this, he has more knowledge about the history of the Knights of the Light learn.

    The power of faith bestowed upon them by the Goddess of Light is very special.

    Although the power of faith of the Holy Light Knights is not as powerful as the magic of wizards in daily life, but in the face of evil and abyss, it has unexpected damage and purification ability.

    "That's right. I bought a piece of soft armor made by adding holy water to the Tower of Truth before. This thing is at least effective in resisting the pollution of the highly polluting creatures on the Wizarding Land. .I added a defensive wizard formation built by myself on it, which did not destroy the original stability of the soft armor. This is very good, indicating that wizards and wizard apprentices still have a lot of room for transformation after they get the defensive tools. Big."

    Addison Morgan continued Warren.

    "Yes, just now, Wizard Christina also said that the Wizarding League and the Seven Wizarding Colleges have recalled wizards and wizard apprentices scattered on various continents, and the exercise will be carried out in seven days. Now the times are over It has changed, we have a unified organization and deployment, we will fight side by side, and we will win.”

    Paris Grauer rambled to find a reason to comfort himself.

    The Knights of the Light.

    "What a long-lost fighting atmosphere!"

    Raphael, with dazzling blond hair, sighed with emotion as he lowered his head and wiped his silver shield with holy water.

    "The goddess of light is above, I can't wait!"

    His voice is gorgeous and bright, very pleasant.

    The fluffy blond hair is like a bright little sun, shining brightly.

    The tall knights next to him glanced at the captain, who had been excited since they received the news, looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

    Raphael rubbed his already clean silver shield so that it could be seen.

    His bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to carefully rub his sword with silver light.

    "How many times have you wiped this? Raphael?"

    A burly knight with a big brown beard raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice with a little teasing: "We are not going to fight tomorrow, it will take several days to go to the Wizarding Land. ?!"

    "I have never been to the Wizarding Land! Three years ago, when the members of the Wizarding Union came to ask the Holy Light to cooperate with them in investigating the traces of the abyss, it was Aichens and Levi and a few others who robbed them. go."

    A thin red-haired knight folded his arms and snorted a few times from his nose.

    "Those nasty little guys, they took advantage of my absence to find the head of the regiment and the archbishop and offered themselves up! It's too late when I know."

    The red-haired knight said with some dissatisfaction.

    "I heard that the Wizarding League sent their airship over, I hope it is big enough to hold a few of my precious white horses."

    The brown bearded man was thinking, "Yes, I must bring my old helper!"

    "Yes, MacArthur, all your precious ponies are on me!"

    Raphael raised his head, revealing his handsome face that confused the big and small noble ladies of the royal capital.

    The blond man has an admirable good looks, a handsome blend of sophistication and hormones.

    The slightly messy blond hair modifies his cold and tough edges and corners, and the slightly raised eye end adds a dashing temperament to him.

    "Also, Gabriel! Stop talking about those little guys! They have dragged me to complain about a lot of wizard quirks since they came back last time."

    Raphael raised his eyebrows and said briskly.

     "Also, if you went to the wizarding continent that time, no one would be able to keenly find the traces of the abyss on the outskirts of Hylandon, that would be a big loss."

    After Raphael finished speaking, he clapped his hands and neatly drew his sword into the sheath.

    He lifted his long legs gently and stood up gracefully, his whole figure was like a tall and straight green pine.

    Raphael patted the red-haired knight on the shoulder, raised his chin to his companion and said, "This time there is no chance! But let those arrogant wizards see our holy The power of a light knight!"

    Undead World.

    Cyril sat on the bone dragon Zok, looking down at the mighty army of undead on the ground.

    The white skeletons seemed to form an endless gray and white river.

    With the movement of the undead army, it looks like countless waves are rushing forward.

    The soul fires of various colors flickering in the eye sockets of the skeletons are like fine sand in the river, clearly extinguishing.

    Brian's warm body pressed against Cyril, his arms wrapped around Little Rose's waist from behind.

    He glanced lightly at the shocking army of undead below, and stroked Cyril's hair with his chin.

    "How? Would you like to try manipulating them?"

    Brian's chin moved slowly to Cyril's ear.

     While biting Cyril's earlobe lightly, he asked slowly.

    "Amazing!"

    Cyril stared down and blurted out.

    Can anyone really defeat such a powerful undead army? !

    He looked at the thousands of troops below, thinking in his heart.

    These skeleton soldiers and skeleton generals are forever loyal, bowing their heads and being loyal to their masters.

    And they are not afraid of death, and even as long as the master's magic is strong enough, they can recover their damage in a very short time.

    "These are yours now."

    Brian looked at Cyril with wide and beautiful almond eyes, his lips slightly curved.

    "All mine, all yours."

    He kissed Cyril on the side of the neck.

    "Don't worry about the anchor on your body, the abyss creatures won't have the chance to get close to you."

    Brian's tone was light and flat, but it gave people a feeling of infinite gentleness and discretion.

    As his voice fell, the Bone Dragon Zok turned his direction and flew towards the towering castle on the top of the mountain in the distance.

    Like getting some instructions, Zook carried the two of them past the large fiery red rose garden at a low altitude.