Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Undead Mage Guild

  "The Necromancer's Guild may not be as famous as your Mage's Guild, nor does it have the likes of Lelsen or the Floating City, but it is a guild with a long history just like the Mage's Guild. The continent of Aichon recognizes its existence, and even the Church, an organization that abhors the God of Death, acknowledges the Necromancer's Guild as legitimate."

  "Our lich mages have dedicated their souls to the god of death in exchange for extremely long lives and immense power. We can command ghosts, direct powerful demons, and summon skeletal warriors. We possess mighty necromancy and terrifying curses. Although as time passes, we will pay the price for these great powers, our life force gradually disappearing from our bodies until they return to dust, leaving only our undead souls wandering the world."

  "Cut to the chase, I already know all this, I've seen the power of necromancers before, and I've been lectured by you guys many times. I admit that necromancers are indeed very powerful, so even if you didn't brag about it, I would still think so. So get to the point, what exactly led to your internal conflict?" I ignored Relo's sermon-like propaganda and stared at him.

  Lei Luo's face was slightly awkward, and he muttered: "Okay, actually I am the current president of the Wraith Magic Association, a student of Cheke, the strongest wraith mage on the continent of Aqin. Of course, Cheke teacher has more than one student. Originally, under Cheke teacher's leadership, the Wraith Magic Association was always very harmonious and peaceful. Although the association developed many wraith mages in recent years, everyone followed the rules that had been passed down for thousands of years, devoting themselves to studying magic and worshiping the god of death. We never participated in the wars on the continent unless humans faced extinction. We also never interfered with the internal affairs of various ethnic groups on the continent, only occasionally having wraith mages leave the association's headquarters to travel around the continent, at most becoming mercenaries or participating in adventures like ordinary adventurers."

  I nodded, recalling that when I first became a mercenary, I met Clara who was also participating in adventures as a mercenary. The others didn't seem surprised at all, apparently it's common for undead mages to become mercenaries.

  "Three years ago, my teacher unexpectedly gained the favor of the God of Death during an accidental adventure and obtained some powerful long-lost high-level undead magic. He then decided to temporarily hand over the management of the Mages' Guild to the vice-president, while he himself went into seclusion to study those magics in depth, hoping for a new breakthrough."

  The vice-president of the Necromancer Guild, a powerful necromancer named Misheru, is a man with great ambition who always wants to control the entire continent and become the ruler. After his teacher went into hiding, he quickly gathered a large number of people with similar ambitions, occupied all key positions in the guild, and forcibly controlled the council of elders, thus thoroughly grasping the guild in his own hands.

  And those powerful guild elders were only willing to bury their heads in magical research, unwilling to manage these power struggles, so Mitsu quickly got his way.

  After unifying the Necromancer Guild, Mishi quickly eliminated dissenting voices, either sending necromancers who disagreed with him to remote areas or stripping them of their power, making the entire guild listen only to his commands.

  After doing all this, Mitz began to take control of the politics of various countries on the continent by using his powerful magical abilities or causing internal strife in each country, supporting opposition factions to seize power, or threatening weak monarchs with force, controlling entire nations, or directly launching undead attacks on unyielding nations, slaughtering their people and causing chaos.

  "My teacher found out about this news from his hermitage and came out to find that it was already too late, so he arranged for us students to contact the elders and backbone of other ostracized necromancy guilds to form a new force. Currently, our strength is barely enough to rival theirs."

  "So, in other words... your Spirit Mage Guild is no longer what it used to be?" I asked with a hint of realization.

  Lyle nodded and said, "That's right, that's all I can say for now. I was assigned by the teacher to eliminate the undead magic users who are creating zombies in this area. There are four undead magic users controlling these zombies here. I've already informed the imperial army to come and assist in eliminating the zombies, but these undead magic users still need to be dealt with by me. Time is running out, they seem to want to attack the town ahead, hopefully we can make it in time."

  I nodded and said: "Since you're here to deal with them, I'll head back first to assist in defending the town."

  Leylo seemed delighted and said: "That's best, with the help of a magician like you, casualties can be minimized."

  Lei Lo and I said our goodbyes, and he walked in another direction. After just a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned his head around, and hesitated before saying: "That...I don't know if you can help me with something?"

  I asked with interest: "Oh, you still have something for me to help with? Since dealing with those undead mages is your task, I don't want to interfere..."

  "Lei Luo shook his head and said, 'No, no, such a small matter doesn't need others to intervene. I have other things to ask of you.' He took out two letters from his bosom and said, 'My teacher asked me to quickly deliver these two letters to the Pope of the Church and the mage Losa of the Floating City, but time is pressing. If I were to run to both places, I fear it would be too late and my teacher's matters would be delayed. Therefore, I was wondering if you, as a magician, could help me deliver this letter to Larsen and hand it over to Losa.'"

  I thought about it, I was actually planning to go to Larsen's anyway, and bringing a letter along the way shouldn't be a problem. But agreeing so easily seems like giving this kid too much of an easy ride, so I said expressionlessly: "Okay, fine, but what's in it for me? Don't try to pressure me with grand ideals, saving the continent of Aqian is not something that should fall on my shoulders as a small-time magician."

  Lei Luo smiled and said, "This was originally my task. Since I asked for your help, there must be a reward." As he spoke, he chanted an incantation, and the horse that had been bitten to death by zombies gradually emitted a black mist. The blood and flesh on the horse's body quickly dissolved, revealing its white bones. Just as I was wondering what was happening, a purple flame suddenly burst forth from the pile of white bones, and a majestic warhorse with a purple flame burning all over its body stood before me. Its eye sockets flashed with green soul fire, and a perfectly intact saddle was placed on its back. What a magnificent steed!