Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 11 Cleaning up the battlefield
Chen Mo began cleaning up the battlefield.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and rusty blood. Suppressing the trembling in his body and the churning in his stomach, Chen Mo silently recited every imaginable self-hypnosis and encouragement in his mind.

"justifiable defense!"

"May all evils be shunned!"

"Buddha bless!"

"Long live Renmin!"

After reciting the last word, which seemed to give him some confidence, he put on cut-resistant gloves on his slightly trembling hands, then wrapped thick strips of cloth around the outside of the gloves. He took a deep breath and suddenly lifted up the still warm body of Little Eleven.

Picking up the backpack that Little Eleven inherited from Duo Gu, which was covered in mud and dark bloodstains, he directed Xiao Bai to drag Little Eleven's gradually stiffening body to Ellie's side.

He controlled his gaze, avoiding looking at Ellie's shocked, pained, and bloodied face, and casually grabbed a handful of leaves, covering the girl's face with them.

They dragged Little Eleven's body to the muddy ground not far from Ellie, so that the scout's resentful face was facing Ellie.

Then, silently, he placed a grenade under Ellie, adjusting it to a loose-firing state, meaning it would explode as soon as the weight on top was removed.

Next came a quick inventory of supplies. Chen Mo moved back and forth across the ravaged battlefield, decisively discarding most of the bulky or questionable items, and only gathering the most valuable and practical things together.

The easiest thing to assess is, of course, currency.

He tore off and discarded all the money pouches from the corpses, pouring the coins inside into his own emptied money pouch with a clattering sound.

There were only five copper coins in the purse. This was a huge sum of money that Chen Mo had painstakingly saved up while doing odd jobs for another apprentice with some wealth in Black Crow Castle. Without the support from his hometown, he wouldn't even be able to afford to ride in an airship.

This killing game is over. The total loot is one gold coin, twenty-three silver coins, and sixteen copper coins! The heavy coins clinked together in the tattered cloth bag, making a reassuring and pleasant sound.

Ninety-nine percent of the estimated value comes from the Zircon family's little golden fin.

The differences between people can sometimes be unimaginable.

Regardless, it was a substantial gain, offering some solace to Chen Mo's deeply wounded heart.

He quickly searched through the remaining items and placed the ones he decided to take into his bag.

Xiao Shiyi carried a hand crossbow, a quiver full of bolts, a small amount of portable dry food and water, and abandoned everything else.

Safety first.

To prevent wild animals from coming to devour the corpse and triggering the grenade beneath Ellie, Chen Mo carefully sprinkled a batch of beast-repelling powder, a specialty of Black Crow Castle, around Ellie.

Yes, it was only sprinkled on Ellie.

As for Xiao Shiyi... well, let's just eat her.

That simp deserves it!

Oh, and shoes too.

A pair of leather boots with anti-slip serrations on the soles, made of an unknown type of leather. Although the boots were covered in mud, the leather was tough and the workmanship was solid, making them standard equipment for scouts.

After enduring the discomfort and changing into the shoes, which were slightly pinching, the support and friction on the ground were a world apart from his worn-out shoes that were almost worn through – a good pair of shoes was like going from hell to heaven! In this treacherous jungle, a good pair of shoes was half a life! The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the trees, casting a false warmth on the gloomy, breezy path.

They carefully wrapped the tattered cloths around Xiaobai's body again, and carefully covered the bundle containing all his belongings hanging from his abdomen. The two of them, one bone and one body, staggered and disappeared into the depths of the forest along the breezy path.

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The Six-Leaf Woodland is located on a vast grassland called "Windbreak Field" on the northwest side of the Dark Forest.

The fierce monsoon winds from the northern continent are blocked by the towering Taigu Snow Mountain, forcing the warm and humid air currents to roll down, creating a uniquely mild and humid climate on this grassland, where water and grass are abundant and life is thriving.

The woodland outpost was strategically positioned at a bend in a clear river, offering a commanding view. Countless years ago, a shrewd and capable centaur chieftain recognized the potential of this auspicious location and led his tribe's warriors to drive away wild beasts, clear the land, and build the initial walls using sturdy logs and solid rocks.

As time went by, the outpost was expanded generation after generation, gradually evolving into an indispensable supply station and rest stop for adventurers from nearby countries when they ventured into the dark forest or headed to the Redwood Highlands.

As the sun set, the clouds on the horizon gradually turned a magnificent purplish-red, and the campsite seemed to be awakened from its slumber, slowly becoming lively.

This is the characteristic of camps on the edge of dark forests. During the day, people are like taut bowstrings, risking their lives as they traverse dense forests and perilous terrain; at night, they are like a flood that has been released, rushing into relatively safe strongholds, numbing their senses with food, strong liquor, and indulgence, enjoying a night of pleasure.

Whether it's the exaggerated tales of bards or the private rumors of prospective apprentices, Sixleaf Woods is not a benevolent place.

Here wander naive young men, dreaming of heroism yet utterly clueless; mercenaries, scarred and bloodied; fugitives with sinister eyes, living on the run; and thieves, opportunistic and waiting for their chance to strike…

Here you'll find bandit leaders being hunted by government troops, constantly on the run; gamblers who have lost their last penny, are heavily in debt, and have nowhere else to turn; cunning merchants who can boast that lizard skin is ancient dragon skin; and con artists who lure fools with so-called "treasure maps" or "ancient scrolls of true names"...

Of course, there are also spies from the various human kingdoms, eyes and ears from the elves and orc tribes, incessantly chattering and annoying goblins and gnomes, and fiery-tempered dwarves and barbarian warriors who are always ready to "smash your dog's head"...

In short, at this intersection of order and chaos, you can see almost all life in its most primitive and chaotic form. Compared to them, the little necromancer who just owed four lives can only feel as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

The moment Chen Mo arrived outside the camp, he was spotted by the centaur sentries.

Two short, sharp whistles, like the calls of some kind of bird, rang out. Several centaurs who were chasing and playing outside the camp gate immediately stopped their frolicking and gathered around with curiosity.

They are not afraid of people, because behind them is a powerful centaur camp.

Although these "little guys" are not yet adults, they are already quite impressive in size. Their strong, muscular bodies are covered with glossy short hair, and their hooves are solid and powerful. Their upper bodies are similar to the muscular torsos of human teenagers, with only a simple leather skirt or piece of cloth around their waists. Their short, soft manes gleam with a healthy sheen in the sunset.

This unique body structure, consisting of four limbs and two hands, endows the centaur race with powerful mobility and combat capabilities, which is what sets them apart from the many demi-human groups known as the "fifth race."

"Hehe, it's my turn! It's my turn!" A rather lively-looking centaur sprang forward, leaping ahead of the others and nimbly stopping in front of Chen Mo. He was about the same height as Chen Mo, but considering his robust physique, he was much more muscular than Chen Mo.

"Hey, stranger!" The little centaur puffed out his chest, trying to imitate the authoritative tone of his elders, but the clear, youthful voice still betrayed his age. "This is the Sixleaf Camp! The territory of the great and noble Sixleaf Centaur tribe!"

"Look at how exhausted you are, and those bones that look like they could fall apart at any moment. I bet you definitely need a reliable guide!"

Without wasting words, Chen Mo flicked his thumb skillfully, and a shiny silver coin drew an elegant arc in the air.

The centaur's eyes lit up, and with a light push of its front hooves, it lifted its upper body into the air and precisely caught the silver coin in its hand. The whole movement was fluid and graceful.

"Hehe!" He skillfully blew on the silver coin, grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, "Honorable guest! Kaga, the future warrior of the Six Leaf Tribe, it is an honor to serve you!"
His tone carried the smugness unique to teenagers, and also showed a slight trace of imitating adults.

(End of this chapter)