My summons are weird

Continuous earthquakes caused frequent avalanches in Daxue Mountain. After the only road that could go together was buried, this place was completely isolated from the outside world. Only a few ice crystal elements were left floating on the top of the snow mountain, silently watching the whiteness spreading to the surroundings. .

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The members of the Black Corpse Society roared angrily, but the companions beside him hurriedly covered his mouth to prevent his loud voice from causing another wave of avalanche blows.

The black smoke entwined around the wrist crawled like a snake, and a member of the Black Corpse Society poured the black gas into the ground with a grim expression. Not long after, in the snow, one skeleton after another struggled to pierce the accumulation around the body. Snow, loose body covered with ice crystals stood up.

The reason why the battle group couldn't find any traces of their activities was precisely for this reason, and the Black Corpse Society had already prepared for concealment.

The cold environment of Daxue Mountain can slow down the decay rate of most corpses, allowing some unconscious spirits to have the body of the dead, and the huge number of skeletons doesn't matter even if their bodies are broken. Their bodies are more like puzzle pieces, and the parts scattered all over the place can be Borrow each other, not mutually exclusive.

However, people are not as good as heaven, and the black corpse hidden in the Daxue Mountain will usher in a drastic change after entering the climax stage. The violent earthquake makes the Daxue Mountain shake continuously, and the frozen mountain peaks pour down waves of snow. , and buried all the hidden skeletons without a trace.

The thick snow completely blocked the magic power of the members of the Black Corpse Society. They couldn't detect the skeletons that still had their own breath, so they could only vent their dissatisfaction angrily on the soft snow after the avalanche.

Not all members of the Black Corpse Society participated in this school's commission. Many advocated to proceed with caution, thinking that undead magic was just emerging, and their power was far inferior to that of old knowledge, so they should accumulate power in secret and strive to overtake in curves.

At this stage, rashly getting involved in the life-and-death struggle between the sect and a separatist force, it is even more likely to directly rub against the Theocracy, one of the four major powers, and one of the emerging forces, the Chenxi Leader, whose power is like a mystery... This is very stupid .

However, the reward given by the school is in front of them, and some members of the Black Corpse Society are still moved.

Without restraint, they are allowed to arbitrarily create no man's land to expand the number of undead troops, and a tacit approval of the school status after the fact, these two rewards are so rich that it makes people crazy.

The Black Corpse Society quarreled endlessly about this, and in the end they could only be divided into two factions to continue to act. One faction carried out the entrustment of the school, and tried to challenge the existing forces of all parties, striving to win a piece of business for the Black Corpse Society in this turbulent era. territory. The other faction continued to maintain a concealed posture and stood still to prevent deep involvement in disputes.

The activists all highly despise the conservatives, thinking that they are as cowardly as mice, so each of them is secretly ruthless. Once they have obtained the ruled area of ​​​​other forces and finally have a fixed territory, they will never give them any position.

Now that the army has not been successfully dispatched, more than half of the army of the dead has been lost. Only the unconscious undead and some walking corpses are still able to move.

"You look so stupid when you're so distraught."

"Sarah, don't make sarcastic remarks. No matter how weak these city-states are sandwiched between the great powers, the strength of their armed forces and the flow of adventurers within their borders are still a headache."

"When we left, we advocated for more corpses. Gesang was unwilling, and it was you who said it didn't matter. Not only that, they said that we were just making an attempt that would probably fail, and you also had an attitude of indifference. Now one after another The avalanche destroyed our skeleton army, and you still say such things!"

As if they had found a vent, members of the Black Corpse Society pointed their finger at the woman named Sarah.

This woman, who was covered in thick leather and only showed a delicate face, just sneered, and she didn't speak in a hurry until everyone scolded her enough.

"Since you want to make a difference, surpass Gesang and those old guys in one fell swoop, and have a higher status, you should be aware that what we are going to do is full of risks. Natural disasters are just the worst accidents that may be encountered. It’s just something that people can’t accept, but who says it’s not a huge opportunity?”

The Black Corpse Society is very young. As a group of people who discovered necromantic magic by accident, they gathered together to rank seniority based on the old rank system rather than necromantic attainments—after all, they were all in the same At the starting line, who can be better than whom?

It is also because of this that the Black Corpse Society is more confident in necromancer magic. People who claim to be more talented have been dissatisfied for a long time. Now that Sarah has said it outright, everyone is even more angry.

"As I said, crisis and opportunity coexist. Since natural disasters can destroy our dead, they will naturally bring a large number of spirit bodies." Sarah raised her head slightly, and glanced at her companions who were suddenly enlightened.

"No more preparations, just invade directly?" Someone asked tentatively.

"That's right." Sarah replied immediately, "The natural disaster is still not over, the order of the major city-states must be in a state of chaos, if there is a spirit body, absorb the spirit body, if there is a corpse, manipulate the corpse, if there is none... then create it yourself! "

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Moulton City, a small outlying city that is randomly selected from the city-states of the four major powers and may not be known to anyone. As one of the city-states on the buffer zone of the four major powers, its sense of existence is equivalent to that of the giant dragon that currently exists in the continent of Mera.

Adjacent to the Snow Mountain, there is a frequent flow of adventurers in Moulton City. In previous years, there was an endless stream of people who went deep into the hinterland of the snow mountain to hunt for treasures. This made this place an important area for business travelers to receive goods, and brought local business prosperity in one fell swoop.

Grove is such a businessman. A few months ago, he bought a shop of monster products. He looked at the "good materials" on the counter in the adventurer's bragging room with vicious eyes, and then gave a precise answer. Those who fish in troubled waters are speechless prices.

Since then, the name of God-Eyed Grove has spread. Even if he does not sell goods, there will always be adventurers from the surrounding city-states who will take out their hard-earned goods to let him go, and his shop is full of people.

The adventurers praised Grove's character, because he was always willing to inquire about all kinds of weird things, and he would kindly give a few more reasons such as "the story is very interesting and provides me with emotional value". A silver coin, no one thinks that their crap is really worth it, and people will just say "Grove is so fucking righteous" in small talk.

However, only Grove himself knows that he is not really righteous, and he asks all kinds of stories just to complete the task.

Grove was born in the territory of Solon. Naturally, he has no chance to awaken from a family with four walls. Magic is a distant term. In order to be able to fill his stomach, he learned hunting from hunters since he was a child. Perhaps God has been dealing with trophies for many years. At the same time as the improvement, his identification level is also rising.

This craft eventually led him, by chance, to join the extra staff of the Knights of the Kingdom of Solon as a regional messenger bringing them information.

He used to be active in the northern border, because of the fall of the northern border, he was sent to the southwest corner, and this time Grove's task was impressively "monitoring the activities of the Theocracy in this area, as well as the movement of Dawn Territory."

It's a bit funny to say that the Knights of the Solon Kingdom belonged to the Divic family. In this Solon civil war, Grove can also be classified as the so-called orthodox faction.

Grove didn't know what kind of consideration Divic had for issuing this order, but the actual situation is that the one-line boss can no longer read his message, and just keeps sending "continue to execute" task" command.

Grove fell into a daze. He collected a lot of information in a numb manner, mechanically and regularly reported to the higher-ups, interspersed with his own hints from time to time, but all the hints fell into the sea like mud.

Looking at the information from the Theocracy and Chenxi Ling that came from a large number of channels on his desktop, Grove pondered.

The flickering candlelight on the table dragged his shadow very long, making him look rough and savage with a stubbled face.

He picked up a copy of the information about the Chenxi collar and read it for a long time, smiled silently, and stretched it to the candlestick with calloused hands, allowing the information exchanged for silver coins to become for ashes.

"A sense of mission? A joke." Grove murmured in a low voice, picked up the jug beside him and drank it down.

This is not what a courier should say, let alone what a courier should do. This information contains the content he obtained with difficulty from some sea monsters, and it is also reliable data on the losses of the sea monsters in Dawn's territory.

The entire Mela is in the dark about the so-called disastrous defeat of the Kraken. Chenxi's territory is remote, and no one has obtained specific battle reports. All the news comes from gossip, which is hard to believe.

Those who think that the victory of the Chenxi leader is very valuable, and those who laugh at the Chenxi leader who just defeated a few hundred sea monsters and boasted about themselves are arguing at the banquet all day. In the remote southwest corner, ask the two sides of the battle.

"We still have some sea monsters who are imprisoned in the Chenxi Territory and have not been redeemed. Now that the sea monsters have established a country, Queen Demi is headed by them, and the trade route has just opened. I hope that Lord God Eye Grove can introduce us to some reliable caravans. And adventurers, we would like to reward you with the very expensive siren scales in the human world."

In just one sentence, the information revealed is huge enough. Grove still remembers his reaction of pretending to be calm, turning around and entering the back room to hold his heart.

Combined with the number of Krakens that he had inquired ashore and the information about the founding of the Krakens, Grove's intuition told him that the Dawn Territory must have caused the Krakens to suffer an unimaginable defeat. Otherwise, why would the always fragmented Krakens abandon the small Ethnic groups, and instead exist in the form of countries?

He originally wanted to pass this information on to the higher-ups immediately, but before he acted, he was stunned for no reason, and then pressed down all the routine notifications in a mysterious manner.

I have nothing but a shop, the initial capital is only twenty silver coins, and I am alone in the southwestern border doing things that no one recognizes...

A sense of desolation poured in from the top of his head, Grove looked at his old self in the mirror and laughed.

Information began to pile up, and Grove, the only messenger on the southwestern border of Solon, failed as if he had enlightened. He attributed that moment of awakening to "awakening like a dream."

The upper management who did not wait for the information contacted him for the first time, using not a messenger, but a rare communication circle. This seemingly abandoned messenger site received the attention of the above for the first time. A popular communication circle.

Grove subconsciously bowed his knees and entered the circle tremblingly. Unsurprisingly, he was greeted with scolding.

Grove hated himself for being humble and spineless. That voice was clearly thousands of miles away, in the rich and civilized territory of Solon, but he couldn't help but want to kneel down.

After the communication ended, Grove walked out of the magic circle with clenched fists. He suddenly realized again that the person he handed over to him had never mentioned the matter of obtaining information, and even once he had not asked any questions about the information he had proposed.

Those cumbersome and complicated matters should have a more sophisticated identification process.

Grove plucked up the courage, and with his unrestrained imagination, fabricated a message that never existed, and forwarded it to Solon alone with apprehension.

One day passed, two days passed, and half a month passed... No one questioned, no one contacted, as if the fabricated information was true, and they accepted it as a matter of course.

Grove froze in place, and soon, he laughed, a desolate and sad smile.

They berate themselves for not sending regular messages.

They were angry only because they did not carry out the messenger's mission and stayed obediently on the chessboard they had arranged.

They have never respected their own contributions, let alone seriously examined the pieces of information that he carefully sorted out from the southwestern border and screened out with painstaking care.

What do they think of themselves?

Beast!

A piece of information was thrown into the fire by Grove. Grove watched the flames grow stronger and felt endlessly happy in his heart.

When a person chooses to play badly, then he is invincible.

No longer bound by the identity of the messenger, Grove wantonly abused everything about Solon in the room, spitting out the depression that he had been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

He's had enough of this goddamn thing.

Starting today, he's going to be bad!

With the belief of becoming a rotten person, Solon messenger Grove picked up the wine jug and walked out of the house, deciding to reward himself—it’s a long night without wine, if there is another roasted tender chicken, this Will be a fantastic night.

Fuck missions, f**k jobs, go to hell!

Thinking of this, Grove happily walked on the familiar street.

The ground trembled, and Grove froze for a moment, looking around, wanting to know what happened.

The sound of weapons clashing in the distance awakened his vigilance as a hunter, and he subconsciously fled, his eyes still vigilantly watching the flickering flames on the distant street.

Closer, closer.

Mountains of bones, shadows of ghosts, hordes of walking corpses...

The tide of corpses arrived in an instant, and behind them, the screams were overshadowed by sharper, terrified shouts.