Do you have a problem with necromancers?

Chapter 98 Fatin Taramussor

When General Jinsha was dying, he instructed that his body should be offered to the flames and his ashes scattered into the sea of ​​sand.

That's good; it avoids the trouble of being dragged up by a necromancer a thousand years in the future to fight the Others.

Since they couldn't find General Jinsha's remains, Rein decided to settle for second best and resurrect his daughter, who could also come in handy.

As the essence of flesh and blood gradually wriggled and merged on the floor, Ellina and Bersalia finally saw that the outline of Princess Jinsha's body had emerged.

Her figure was both slender and delicate, quite different from the strong black knight before, and it was clear at a glance that she was going for the agile assassin route.

With a high nose, deep-set eyes, emerald green pupils, fair skin, and curly hair, her appearance, though not as exquisite and flawless as that of an elf, still possessed a captivating exotic charm.

Fatin slowly opened his eyes.

She was betrayed and died on the eve of the slave army's attack on the capital. It's true that she died with her eyes wide open in disbelief, but more than anything, she felt regret and sorrow—she wouldn't live to see the day when the elven empire was completely overthrown by human slaves.

My first reaction upon waking was to quickly look around.

Elf?

Upon seeing Ellina, Fatin suddenly rolled backward to his feet and reached for the scimitar at his waist.

They found nothing; their weapons had been confiscated by the enemy.

She frantically searched for cover to avoid the spell, but her body suddenly became sluggish and she could hardly move.

"Calm down." Renn cast a slowing curse on her and said in a deep voice, "Princess Jinsha, we are not your enemies."

“Elves are all my enemies.” Fatin tried to shake off the negative effects on him, but his body felt as heavy as lead. “If you want to show friendliness, first lift the curse on me.”

Ryan snapped his fingers casually.

Once free, Fatin instantly darted behind a pillar, his movements almost unbelievably fast.

"Who are you?" she asked from behind the pillar.

“Raine Fahre,” Raine said calmly, “I resurrected you, didn’t you realize?”

Fatin did not answer immediately; she began to process the shocking and undeniable fact that she had come back from the dead.

"Are you a necromancer?" she asked again in a deep voice.

“It’s obvious,” Ryan said. “Do I need to prove it?”

“No need.” Fatin was silent for a moment, then stepped out from behind the pillar. “I can feel the stench of the undead… permeating me.”

“It’s alright, we’re all the same,” Bersalia said with a smile. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Princess Jinsha.”

Fatin examined his body, which was uncovered.

The fatal wound that ran from her back through her chest was gone, replaced by perfectly intact skin. Her body temperature was normal, her sense of touch was normal, and it felt very comfortable to the touch. It was an extremely healthy and young body, giving her a surreal feeling that "I had never actually died."

However, the coldness and silence deep within her soul reminded her that she was now an evil undead creature.

"Why did you resurrect me?" Fatin asked.

Although her turquoise eyes were fixed on Renne, her peripheral vision kept lingering on Ellina.

“It is now a thousand years in the future. The White Walkers, once thought to be extinct, have returned.” Raine said solemnly. “And in this world, there is no other General Jinsha who can lead the Sand People to join the fight against the White Walkers.”

“Fatine Taramusol, I need your power to save the world.”

“My strength is not even half that of my father,” Fatin said somewhat sadly. “If my father were in my position, he would never have allowed the slave army to suffer any defeat.”

"The slave army you built with your own hands has finally succeeded," Renn said calmly. "The ancestral elven empire has perished, and the continent has entered an era of human rule."

Fatin stared at him blankly.

"That's good." Her tone held a hint of relief as she whispered, "If it's a world where humans can control their own destiny, then it's worthwhile for me to give everything again to save it. If the White Walkers really do return..."

“Fadin Taramussor is willing to join the Savior’s team and offer my strength to you.”

Raine raised an eyebrow in satisfaction and looked at Ellina and Bersalia.

Look at Aurora and Fatin; they both quickly pledged their loyalty after recognizing reality. And you? Still trying to bargain with me? Don't you even have the right?
"Give her a piece of clothing." Ryan snapped his fingers. "Clean up the scene."

The group began cleaning the main hall of the tomb, removing all the magic circles and candles from the resurrection ritual.

Fatin returned to her sarcophagus and found her two scimitars inside.

Tosca, the Blade of Drought, instantly evaporates the blood within its target upon impact, transforming it into a grotesque dried corpse to intimidate enemies. It was my father's favorite magical sword during his youthful impetuosity.

When he reached middle age and was chosen as a general by various clans, he also converted to the faith of the fire god and switched to another scimitar, Darek, also known as the Blazing Blade. The blade is extremely hot when drawn, and when it pierces the target's body, it will burn the wound to stop the bleeding. It is extremely useful in dealing with the White Walkers' self-healing abilities.

Looking at the two sharp blades her father had left her, Fatin's eyes once again revealed a sorrowful expression, but she quickly buried this weakness deep in her heart, tied the swords to the belt that tightened her clothes, and then turned to look at the crowd.

Fatin has countless questions to ask about this "world a thousand years from now".

Berthalia went to the next tomb to collect burial goods; she was very interested in the slave legion's mechanical arts and poison-making techniques.

Raine returned to the laboratory to search for the remaining Banshee research notes. These undead creatures were exceptionally skilled in concealment and ambush, and possessed extremely strong illusion control abilities, making them perfect as thieves and assassins.

The only person left to talk to was Ellina, but Fatin instinctively rejected the elf, so he simply turned away in silence to look around.

“The Elven Empire has perished,” Elrina suddenly said. “Let bygones be bygones. You need not hold any grudges against me.”

“I recognize you, elf,” Fatin said coldly. “You are Elrina Francesca, princess of the Elven Empire, who died in the last battle against the White Walkers.”

“Since you recognize me, you should know that we are on the same side right now,” Ellina said earnestly. “Our common enemy is the White Walkers, not each other.”

“No,” Fatin replied bluntly. “Even if we have a common enemy, it doesn’t mean we are allies.”

“Rain didn’t experience that era and doesn’t understand the evil nature of you elves, but I will never let my guard down against you.”

Ellina was speechless: What? I'm also born evil?
She hadn't expected that the words she'd used to tease Raine would actually bounce back and hit her, and she said angrily:
"We elves are inherently evil, so are you humans so upright and kind? The reason we were able to find you was because a group of sand people were planning to rob your tomb!"

"Tomb raiding?" Fatin frowned, subconsciously glancing at the sword at his waist.

If these two swords were left by their father, it wouldn't be hard to understand why they would be targeted by tomb raiders. But... these guys are really a disgrace to the people of Shamin!
“Listen, Princess Jinsha.” Ellina raised her hands, indicating that she had no intention of getting into a conflict with the other party. “Whatever prejudices you have against me, I don’t care. As long as you don’t interfere with me, I won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Very well,” Fatin said coldly. “I will keep an eye on you, elf.”

Ellina really didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she turned around and left the tomb hall.

When she returned to the laboratory, she saw Ryan opening the door of the stone cabinet and searching through the experimental records and manuscripts inside.

Thanks to Marconius being a respectable academic, the frost traps he set up in the laboratory were designed to perfectly avoid the filing cabinets, thus preventing these research manuscripts from being affected.

"What's wrong?" Renn turned around and asked. "Judging from your expression... you didn't get along very well with that princess?"

“You don’t need to mock me like that,” Ellina said with a dark face. “She’s an elven hater, and I just happen to be an elf, that’s all.”

“Elven enemies, what an interesting term,” Renn said slowly. “With my poor knowledge of etymology, this word should originally be the ancestral Elven word for ‘human enemies,’ specifically referring to those ancestral elves who loathed humans so much that they even refused to use humans as slaves.”

“Yes.” Ellina said expressionlessly, “Human haters believe that humans are filthy creatures that should not be touched, and that it is extremely shameful to even let them into one’s home.”

“So you see,” Raine said, spreading his hands, “the hatred between the two races was so deep in that era, why would you expect Fatin to put aside her prejudices and treat you normally? The true way to respect her is to allow her to discriminate against or even hate you.”

After a long silence, Elrina suddenly asked:
Do you hate me?

“What a strange question,” Renn said, frowning. “Pack up all the documents and texts here for me; I need to take them back.”

Ellina remained silent and squatted down to help Renn move the books.

Meanwhile, Fatin, wrapped in a robe, also found Berthalia and asked her about what happened shortly after his death. "Just as Renn said, the human slave army eventually overthrew the rule of the elven empire," Berthalia replied, having recently read some history books. "On the ruins of the elven empire, a new 'First Human Empire' was established."

"Has slavery been abolished?" Fading asked the question that concerned her most.

“It’s been abolished,” Bersalia said with a smile. “When the First Empire was first established, the vast majority of its army came from slave legions. How could such a hateful form of slavery be left behind? It’s just that in the later stages, it was replaced by another, more subtle form of exploitation.”

“What do you mean?” Fatin asked, frowning.

“Hmm, you probably don’t know that,” Bersalia said after a moment’s thought. “The First Human Empire was a theocratic empire.”

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The First Human Empire, led by the saint Beatrice, finally overthrew the tyranny of the ancestral Elf Empire.

When the ancestral elves still existed, no matter how many differences there were among the humans, they would be united by a common enemy; after the elves were completely driven off the continent, these internal struggles became increasingly fierce and intense.

After becoming empress, Beatrice chose to establish the Imperial Church, intending to use faith to unify the various factions within the empire.

This strategy was initially very successful because thousands of human slaves were disoriented by their new lives, having become accustomed to having an elven master above them who told them "what to do" every day.

Now that the choice has returned to them, many slaves don't even know what to do next. They just continue to numbly carry out their original work, such as delivering the harvested rice and game to the elf lord's manor—even though the elf lord has been hanged by the slave army on the tallest tree at the manor gate, which everyone can see when they look up.

The emergence of the Imperial Church filled the void in the hearts of human slaves that originally belonged to the slave owners. As a result, many slaves began to devoutly believe in the gods of the church and offered most of the wealth they had created to the church, just as they had made offerings to their slave owners in the past.

Fatin listened blankly to Berthalia's explanation, and finally couldn't help but interrupt, saying:
“But…at least this offering is voluntary, right? And the church won’t drag poor people out to the square to humiliate and execute them in public just because they can’t afford to make offerings.”

“Hmm,” Bersalia shrugged. “Of course, that was the case at the beginning. But any powerful institution that is not subject to oversight, checks and balances, or even threats will corrupt itself very quickly, thus seriously deviating from the original intentions of its founders.”

"By the late period of the First Human Empire, the Church had become a giant malignant tumor that permeated the entire empire. They controlled the court and government, interfered in the appointment and removal of ministers, and forced the emperor to make concessions. They launched various heretical trials to crack down on dissident forces; they sold indulgences to the common people and amassed wealth on a massive scale."

"The Church is not as brutal as the Elven slave owners, but the far-reaching negative impact of their brainwashing is something no slave owner could achieve. After all, when slaves are oppressed to the point of desperation, they will choose to fight to the death to resist, but believers will only hope to enter heaven and return to the embrace of the gods after death, thus willingly being exploited and oppressed."

Fatin's face was a little pale. He took a deep breath and suddenly asked:
"You're talking about the 'First Human Empire,' which means... that empire is now extinct, right?"

"Now is the era of the Second Human Empire, the era of emperors and feudal nobles," Bersalia said mysteriously. "As for what the Second Human Empire is really like, I don't need to describe it further. Just go out and see for yourself."

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Fatin led Ryan and the others through a hidden door behind the waterfall at the entrance to the third level, then along a winding and long path, finally arriving at a pool of water.

"If my calculations are correct, this should be the interior of Mount Saint Somar, the area north of the capital?" Renn asked.

“That’s right,” Fatin replied. “The bottom of this pool connects to the canal north of the capital. It would take about five or six minutes to swim across, and there are many air pockets in the middle of the passage…if it hasn’t collapsed.”

"It would be better to confirm." Renn casually fired a bone spear, piercing and killing a fish swimming in the pool.

Then, the fish carcass began to sway again.

Through his undead vision, Raine saw that the passage was indeed still connected to the outer moat, but there were many complicated side roads around it, which seemed to connect to the outer perimeter of the sewers... Most of the northern section of the first level of the Imperial City's sewers was flooded, perhaps because the water in the moat had flowed back in.

After confirming the exit route, everyone jumped into the pool one after another and began diving.

A few minutes later, Ryan finally surfaced and brushed aside his wet, messy hair.

He turned around and saw Ellina, Berthalia, and Fatin emerging one by one from the river.

The group swam to the shore with great effort. The imperial guards responsible for watching the bridge also noticed the unusual activity in the water and quickly drew their weapons and rushed over. You should know that illegally crossing the moat and climbing the city wall is a serious crime!
"Who are you! Swimming and fishing in the moat is forbidden..." The guard rushed to the bank with a menacing look, shouting a few words at the crowd, then suddenly recognized Renn's face, and immediately instinctively brought his feet together, shouting again:

"Loyal! Sincere! I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you just now!"

Fatin looked at Ryan in surprise. "Sir?"
The fact that Raine saw he was wearing a silver robe indicated that this Imperial Guard was merely an auxiliary soldier.

Logically, a guard of this rank in the capital city shouldn't have the authority to shout "loyalty" at him, but Renn didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he simply nodded authoritatively and asked:
"Whose subordinate are you?"

"Reporting, sir! I'm from the third team of the North District, and my captain is Feyez!"

“Hmm.” Renn admonished him, “You did a good job. You should pay attention to patrolling the moat regularly and not give those scum who want to endanger the safety of the capital a chance to take advantage.”

"Yes, sir!" the guard from the capital city responded loudly, then took off his silver robe and draped it over Raine with great care. "Take care of yourself, sir. The temperature has been dropping lately, so please be sure to take care of your health."

Looking at the guard's obsequious expression, Fatin was at a loss for words.

In her time, most human slaves were very simple-minded, willing to risk their lives for a vague ideal of "liberating all mankind".

Having seen so many passionate and resolute faces, it's hard to get used to this scheming and mercenary expression. Fatin could only keep convincing himself that "it's a thousand years from now."

Renn was quite impressed with the guard's keen eye, thinking he could mention it to Faye when he got back. He reasoned that while the selection of the Golden Robes certainly emphasized strength, strength wasn't just about brute force. Often, being articulate and resourceful was far more important than mere fighting skills.

The group returned to their camp. Dia and Aurora weren't surprised to see a Sand Girl in the group. After all, they knew beforehand that their mission was to find the remains of Princess Jinsha.

What else can a necromancer do when he goes to find a corpse?

"Hello, I'm Dia Scarlett." Dia took the initiative to approach the other person and start a conversation.

Seeing the only human woman among the group of elves, Fatin couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with her, and soon began chatting with Dia.

Aurora then moved closer to Renn, carefully examining Fatin's face and figure, and suddenly asked curiously:
"Are you collecting beauties from all races?"

“Of course not.” Raine was somewhat puzzled. “Why would I collect beautiful women? To use my charms on the White Walkers?”

"To satisfy your filthy, unspeakable desires?" Bersalia interjected from the side.

"roll."

The caged bird's orders were absolute, and the Dark Elf Queen could only leave, grumbling. After finishing his chat with Dia, Fatin asked Renn:

"What do you need me to do now?"

“Currently, my subordinates are divided into Gold Robes and Silver Robes,” Raine replied. “The daily military training of the Gold Robes will be handled by Ellina; the Silver Robes will be yours from now on.”

"You're sending an elf to train human guards?" Fatin asked in surprise. "Don't...they have any objections?"

“No objections,” Renn said seriously. “My men are very loyal and absolutely obedient to my orders. They would obey without hesitation even if a goblin were to train them.”

Elrina, who was being compared to goblins, rolled her eyes in utter disdain.

“Very good.” Fatin looked at Ellina and said coldly, “I will train the Silver Robes well.”

The Golden Robe Guards of today, also known as regular soldiers, are selected from auxiliary soldiers through one-on-one combat. Since the test standard is personal strength, and weight has an advantage in one-on-one duels, the Golden Robe Guards are almost all tall and strong men who can wear heavier iron armor.

Conversely, those who are thin but agile and quick-witted are less likely to stand out in such selection battles. Therefore, Raine entrusted the task of training them to Fatin, who was on the path of an agile assassin, which is the most basic form of individualized instruction.

It wasn't because he wanted to see the two of them clash head-on.

"Sir." There was a knock on the office door. "Your letter is here."

Raine took the letter from the guard and discovered that it was from Legion Commander Claudius.

In the letter, the commander of the Nightshade Legion bitterly complained about the election season in the capital, saying that it "absorbed a large number of citizens into becoming vote-buying thugs," to the point that "no one is willing to volunteer to serve in the Empire's military." In addition, a number of veterans within the legion are too old and will soon retire, freeing up their troop quotas. Therefore, he asked Raine to help him see if there were any enthusiastic citizens willing to serve in the legion.

This request is somewhat difficult, because times have long since changed—the classical era when the citizens of the capital were always willing to sacrifice their lives for the empire is now just an echo of history.

Nowadays, when people look for jobs, they look for jobs that are easy to do and pay well, and they would rather lie down than stand up. A vote-getter fits this requirement perfectly.

As long as these running senators remain willing to spend lavishly to hire vote-buying thugs, the Imperial Legion is destined to become increasingly less popular.

Hmm, speaking of which, I do remember there was a plot point recently...

"Dia!" Renn began to arrogantly command again, "Go and call Berthalia back to me!"

(End of this chapter)