Above the mage!

Chapter 242 [Manipulating the Dead Body]

What does it mean to find no place even after wearing iron shoes, but to find it without any effort at all?
That's it.

In order to find the map, Gao De rushed from the border of Duoer to the Snover clan and stayed in the Snover clan camp for a whole week, but still had no clue.

And now, when Godd had given up, Gillette Snover, the leader of the Snover clan, handed the map to him.

Of course, it is not unconditional.

Now it is equivalent to a letter delivery mission. After completing the mission, you can get "Northern Map*1, and the favorability between Baruch and Gillette Snover will be improved."

Four hundred kilometers, at my own speed, would take about 12-15 days. Gao De calculated in his mind and finally nodded.

"Okay, I can help you get the message."

One reason was for the map, and the other was that he couldn't bear to refuse Baruch's pleading eyes.

Apart from anything else, the fact that Baruch taught him [Wild Alertness] for free was enough for Gao De to agree.

After all, it was just running errands and delivering messages, not a difficult task.

Although he couldn't do what Baruch did and risk his life for a tribe he was a complete stranger to, he was still willing to do what he could.

Baruch took the map from Gillette Snover, read it carefully, and pointed at a place with his finger. "It's right here. If you go here, you will find the branch of our Snowfield Guardians established in this area."

Gaode nodded, took the animal skin map and looked at it carefully.

Although the map only records part of the northern region and is not exhaustive, many symbols are marked in the recorded areas.

These different symbols and colors mark many important landmarks, including several important tribes, grazing areas selected by the Snover clan, and so on.

At the same time, there are some handwritten notes on the edge of the map, marking some places that need special attention.

For example, there are dangerous areas where powerful earth creatures need to take detours, areas where beasts appear frequently, and even some important resource points.

From this we can see the value of this map, which is important knowledge accumulated by the Snover clan from generation to generation.

If it weren't for special circumstances, Gillette Snover would never have taken it out.

The location that Baruch pointed to was next to a blue dot marking a lake on the map.

"I understand," Gao De said simply, "Then I'll get ready to leave now."

He has always been a man of strong execution ability.

"Wait a minute." Gillette Snover called out to God again.

He walked out of the tent and called a tribesman, gave him a few instructions, waited for a while, and then walked back to the tent with some dried meat.

Gillette Snover handed the dried meat to Gode, and then apologized: "We always need to prepare some dry food when traveling. The tribe suffered heavy losses this time, so this is all we can provide."

"Thank you." Gode naturally wouldn't complain about anything. As a witness of the beast tide, he knew very well that the Snover clan had suffered heavy losses this time.

Human casualties are one thing, but the death and frightened escape of reindeer are even more serious.

Because reindeer have always been the most important source of food for the Snover clan.

For people in the North, food often means life.

Taking dry food and a map, Gode left the Snover clan.

"Can we really trust a stranger?" Gillette Snover watched Goder's figure disappear completely from his sight outside the tent, then returned to the tent and asked Baruch, who was still lying weakly on the bed.

"Outsiders are usually cunning and treacherous."

"No, he is not like that," Baruch said with absolute certainty, "He has a kind heart."

After leaving the ruined Snover camp, God took out the map, first used the [North Compass Technique] to confirm the north, then compared it with the map for a simple identification, and then headed northeast.

A small figure emerged from Gode's pocket.

"Isn't the Snowfield Guardian supposed to protect the snowfield?" Flora asked puzzledly.

She had just heard what Baruch said.

Obviously, she couldn't understand why, as two guardians of the snowfield, one of them would raise a tide of beasts to slaughter the tribe, while the other would rather sacrifice his own life to protect the tribe.

"Many things have good intentions at the beginning, but they always start to deteriorate in the end because it is difficult to remember the original intention," Gao De explained.

"Is it difficult?" Flora muttered, "Lady Flora just wants to plant trees."

"So, Lady Flora is a wise but foolish woman."

"What do you mean?"

"I praise Lady Flora for being smart."

"Master, you are not honest."

Camp Snover.

Just half a day after Gaode left here.

The sound like muffled thunder sounded again, and it was getting closer and closer at a very fast speed.

As the sound got closer and louder, the ground began to shake slightly.

Baruch, who was still lying in the tent to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and his face changed instantly.

"Tide of Beasts!"

Being experienced, he immediately understood what the sound meant.

"Quiet!"

The next moment, Baruch blurted out another word.

It is impossible for a beast tide to break out continuously in a short period of time unless there is human manipulation behind it.

If the first man-made beast tide was merely to destroy some northern tribes in order to obtain the "fresh materials" needed to practice forbidden necromancy.

The second man-made beast tide, which occurred less than a day apart, was obviously not just for the former purpose, but most likely they had discovered his traces and wanted to silence him.

Baruch had thought that the mastermind behind the beast tide would definitely come to check on the situation and "collect information" afterwards.

But in Baruch's opinion, once the mastermind finds out that the Snover clan is still there, he will inevitably retreat in disappointment.

After all, the reason why the other party used the beast tide to attack the Northern Border tribe was because they were worried that if they took action themselves, their identity would be easily exposed, right?

Practicing forbidden necromancy was a big deal, enough to attract the personal intervention of the high-level wizards of the Snowfield Guardian Association.

Since you are afraid, you should act with caution, just like an assassin attacking by surprise. If you fail to strike, you should flee thousands of miles away.

This is the most common-sense judgment.

Baruch never expected that the other party would act so crazily and leave no way out.

After he dispersed the beast tide, the mastermind behind this actually wanted to silence him!

A wave of snow wolves, much larger than the previous one, came and surrounded the Snover camp, which had just been devastated by the beast tide.

The number of these snow wolves was astonishingly large, covering almost every corner within sight.

What was strange was that these ferocious snow wolves roared but did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, they simply formed a huge encirclement and completely blocked the Snover Camp.

All the survivors of the Snover clan have left their tents and are trembling as they look at these ferocious snow wolves. Their faces are pale and their hearts are filled with despair.

Before a beast tide of this magnitude, even in their prime, they would have faced the fate of being completely annihilated, not to mention that they had already suffered heavy losses in the previous wave and were severely damaged.

However, the stagnation of these snow wolves gave the Snowfolk some glimmer of hope.

It seems that there may be a turning point?

at this time.

The pack of snow wolves dispersed to both sides. A man wearing a silver-white hooded cloak and hiding his face in a mask, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes exposed, rode out of the pack on a snow wolf with golden pupils.

The man rode on the back of the golden-eyed snow wolf, looking down at Gillette Snover who was standing at the front of the crowd.

Then, he flicked his fingers lightly, a wave of magic power flashed, and a virtual figure appeared in the air.

It was the portrait of Baruch. "Have you seen this man?"

The man asked in a hoarse voice that seemed to be deliberately changed, with an unquestionable and domineering tone.

Gillette Snover, who was frightened, took a deep breath, looked at the portrait carefully, and nodded, saying, "I have seen him. Our tribe was attacked by a beast tide just now, and it was this person who saved our tribe."

"Very good." The man nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and the statue disappeared into the air.

He naturally knew that Baruch had taken action, and the reason he asked this question was that it was a "test" for the Snover people.

"Tell me, where is he now?" the man asked coldly.

Gillette Snover had a conflicted expression on his face.

"Hmm?" The man snorted coldly, and the golden-eyed snow wolf under him immediately bared its teeth. Soon after, all the snow wolves also bared their teeth, and the heavy breathing of the snow wolves suddenly became one.

The intimidation of the Snow Wolves caused the Snowfolk to stir.

Gillette Snover seemed to have made up his mind. He pointed in a direction and said, "The man went in that direction. I wanted to keep him and express my gratitude, but he said he had something important to do, so he didn't stay."

"You're quite sensible." The man smiled coldly, very satisfied with Gillette Snover's answer, then patted the golden-eyed snow wolf under him without warning.

Roar!
At his signal, the golden-eyed snow wolf howled towards the sky.

This long howl is a signal.

The next moment, in the astonished and terrified gazes of all the Snowfolk, the snow wolves, with ferocious eyes, pounced on them.

The Snowfolk tried to resist, but their efforts seemed insignificant in the face of the overwhelming pack of snow wolves.

The endless sounds of wolf howls and screams echoed in the camp, and one Snover after another was knocked to the ground.

The snow wolves scrambled to bite each other, and the blood and wailing mixed together formed a picture that was unbearable to watch. The scene was chaotic and terrifying.

Baruch was severely injured and had no power to resist, but when he saw the snow wolf tearing open the tent and rushing towards him with smelly saliva dripping from its mouth, he felt very calm inside.

When he heard the screams coming from outside, he had already guessed his own ending.

In fact, in just a moment, Baruch thought of a lot of things.

Even among the Snowfield Guardians, there are only a few who can organize two waves of beasts of this scale in a short period of time, at least he can't do it.

And he is already considered a backbone force among the Snowfield Guardians.

This means that the mastermind behind this would be a "high-level" of the Snowfield Guardian, a high-level wizard whose strength far exceeds his.

Thinking of this, Baruch felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The only thing he was thankful for was that Gao De, who was responsible for delivering the letter, had left half a day ago.

This is his last hope.

On the hill outside of Camp Snover.

The man who had just been arrogant and contemptuous in front of the Snover people was now respectfully reporting the situation to an old man.

"According to the tribe leader, after killing Aikin, Baruch did not stay in their tribe at all, but headed northwest without stopping."

Aijin was the name of the golden-eyed snow wolf that Baruch had killed before.

"Northwest." The old man's voice was filled with a cold and solemn tone: "He must have discovered something and is preparing to report the situation to the headquarters."

"Even if the headquarters learns about the situation here, they may not be able to trace it back to me, but it's better to be careful."

"We can't let him bring the news back. We must find him and kill him before that!" the old man said coldly.

"I understand. Elder, rest assured. As soon as I found out that Aijin was in trouble, I immediately found out the details and reported to you."

"Baruch has only been gone for less than half a day. He can't have gone far. I will definitely find his trace and kill him before he brings the news back."

"This should be done beautifully."

"Don't worry about me doing the job," the man assured.

He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Elder, with our current strength, we can definitely replace him. Why do we have to be so cautious?"

The old man looked at the man deeply, and then said: "You are still too young. There are still many secrets among the Snowfield Guardians that you don't know. You only need to know that the Snowfield Guardians are far more powerful than you think, and their origins are even more extraordinary."

"Not to mention that I haven't accomplished anything yet. Even if I did, I would still need the title of Snowfield Guardian."

After saying this, he glanced at the Snover camp that had been flooded by snow wolves from afar, and said nonchalantly: "These remains are left to you."

Upon hearing this, the man hurriedly said respectfully: "Thank you, Elder!"

Although his face was covered by a mask, one could still see the man's joy from his tone.

Half an hour later, the once bustling Snover Camp now became dead silent.

A row of broken bodies were neatly laid out in the open space in the center of the camp, including the body of the patriarch Gillette Snover.

Each corpse was covered with bite marks and scratches, and the blood had long since coagulated, making it look particularly shocking.

These corpses once belonged to the Iceborn Mages, who were the most powerful force in the tribe when they were alive, but now, they can only lie quietly on the cold snow.

Those ordinary Snowfolk became food for the Snow Wolves. Not to mention their remains, even their bones were chewed and swallowed by the greedy Snow Wolves.

However, the ice wizards of the Snover tribe were able to preserve the body relatively intact at the man's suggestion.

The man was standing in front of the corpses at this moment, with an indescribable evil light in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, and an invisible wave of magical power suddenly filled the air.

The next moment, the man pointed his hand, and a gray beam of energy shot out from his hand and sank into one of the corpses on the ground.

A very strange scene happened:

As the energy beam was injected, the originally still corpse suddenly began to tremble, as if something was wriggling under his skin, and his bones made a slight crackling sound.

Soon, the bones in the dead body began to separate on their own, as if driven by some invisible force.

The muscles and tendons between the bones atrophied rapidly and soon fell off, leaving only a white skeleton.

And this skeleton seemed to have its own will. First, the fingers and toes trembled slightly, then the limbs began to bend, and finally, a complete skeleton crawled out of it.

Every bone in the skeleton trembled, as if it had regained some form of life.

It stood up slowly, and a faint green phosphorous fire flashed in its eye sockets.

This phosphorescent light is like the light of the soul guiding its actions.

The skeleton's joints made a creaking sound as it stood there motionless, waiting for the next instruction.

A third-level necromancy spell, one of the forbidden spells.

【Control the dead】!
The man ignored the skeleton and continued to cast the spell.

More energy beams shot out from his hands and penetrated into the other corpses one by one.

Each injection of energy beam will trigger a similar reaction.

Skeletons crawled out from the corpses one after another, as if they were summoned from the abyss of death.

The appearance of these skeletons broke the silence around them, and a suffocating atmosphere filled the air.

Although the skeletons have lost their flesh and blood, they now seem more active than any living creature, with eternal flames burning in their eye sockets.

The man stopped casting spells only when all the ice wizards' bodies turned into skeletons.

He looked around and saw a group of skeletons standing quietly, waiting for his next instruction.

The skeletons of these skeletons are particularly conspicuous in the snow, like heretics in the whiteness.

This scene looked extremely weird, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

But looking at this picture, the man nodded with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)