A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees Chapter 138

  Chapter 138 Margaret's dry goods teaching! (seeking a monthly ticket)

  Official post house, second hall.

  In front of a stained glass window, a black shadow clings to the inner glass surface, and through a red or blue filter, he can see some of the outside world.

  Eli looked at the scenery outside blankly and boredly.

  The summer sun shines on an abrupt oak tree in the courtyard, forming a circle of shade on the dusty stone road.

   Breeze blows.

  A leaf swayed on the branch, like a person stretching.

  The little black cat watched for a long, long time.

   Then I couldn't help but yawned.

  He rested his head on the window sill, with one ear pressed against the glass, quietly feeling the unique tranquility of a summer afternoon.

   "It's not bad to be a kitten."

   Eli thought so.

  It's not that he can't leave, but that he lacks the urge to leave.

  Ever since he woke up, he knew he had taken advantage of Matthew again—

   This time.

  He directly set foot in the oak tree field, and walked a long, long way in it, reaching the entry stage in one breath.

  He gained three permanent abilities.

  Such a generous gift is a miracle for any druid.

   But Eli couldn't be happier.

  He knows that his legendary way lies in Matthew. In fact, he can always get some benefits from following Matthew.

  "If the essence of power is to exchange unhappiness, then I would rather not."

   he thought a little angry.

   Immediately.

   He made peace with himself again.

  There is nothing wrong with strength itself. You have already been injured, so don't let it go for nothing.

   But he still doesn't want to turn back into a human.

   Just like this, a little black cat, looking for a stream to drink when thirsty, squatting on leftovers to eat when hungry, and sleeping when bored, seems to be very good.

  And he feels that being a kitten has a natural advantage.

  Because he is a high-level druid, he has no other skills, but the ability to starve is very strong.

   "Even if I'm locked up in this kind of place, I can starve for more than ten days and I'll be fine."

   Eli thought with some pride.

   "Sleeping, wait for Matthew to come to me."

  He couldn't help licking his furry paws, then closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Just at this time.

   There was a creaking sound from outside the window!

  There are mice!

  Eli got a little more energetic, he leaned against the windowpane and looked out—

   In the shade.

  A fat and amazing mouse scurry by.

  A white cat is chasing after it!

  Eli watched in silence for a while, then yawned again out of boredom.

   "Only the most retarded cat would think of catching mice."

   "And this white cat is so delicious, I haven't caught it for a long time."

  He commented sharply in his heart.

  White Cat's skill is indeed worrying. She almost caught the mouse several times, but was slyly thrown away by the latter.

Shortly after.

  The mouse burrowed into the grass and ran towards the east.

  The white cat pursued closely, and the two disappeared from Eli's sight.

  The picture in front of him became static again.

  Eli was even more sleepy.

  He felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he could fall asleep immediately.

  But it wasn't long after he took a nap.

   The harsh squeaking sound came again!

   Eli slapped the glass angrily.

  Outside head.

  The white cat reappeared in his field of vision.

  However, to Eli's surprise, the fat mouse actually called a helper!

  Under the shade of the tree, an extremely absurd scene happened.

  A total of five or six fat mice are chasing and beating the white cat in gangs!

  The size of these mice is very large, almost catching up to 2/3 of the white cat. At this time, they have an advantage in numbers, and completely overwhelm the poor little white cat in terms of momentum.

  The latter was cornered by the rats.

   In the end, I could only "meow" twice, and jumped onto the tree helplessly.

   But those fat mice are good at climbing trees too!

   They chased and bit the white cat viciously.

  The white cat dodged pitifully from left to right, like a weak woman in danger, being chased and intercepted by a group of **** and fat men.

"Meow!"

  The exhausted white cat hurriedly jumped onto the branch and jumped towards the glass window.

   Poof.

  She gracefully landed on the other side of the window sill, lighting up with Eli behind the glass mirror.

  The white cat was startled by the black charcoal head behind the glass.

  She paced restlessly on the windowsill.

  The mice were still chasing after them. They quickly climbed up the window sill and launched a final siege on the little white cat.

  The little white cat shivered against the glass.

  Her forelimbs slapped the enemies on the windowsill indiscriminately, but unfortunately they were outnumbered.

   Seeing that the mice are about to complete the last step.

suddenly.

  A low cat meow came from inside the glass window.

  The mice trembled when they heard the words. They looked at the black charcoal head in the stained glass in horror, jumped off the windowsill with a bang, and fled in all directions!

  The white cat stood on the windowsill in a daze.

"no need to thank me."

   Heitan raised his proud chin.

  He is waiting for the reaction of the little white cat.

   But who knows, the white cat just glanced at him, and then jumped away without saying a word.

   The last scene left for him.

   is a wildly wagging tail.

   "She may have been too flustered and scared by me."

  Eli comforted himself like this.

  After the white cat left, the scene in front of him became static again.

  He wanted to continue to sleep soundly, but found that he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

  The originally dead but peaceful heart also seemed to have a hint of impetuousness.

  Heitantou once again looked at the scenery outside boredly.

   Just this time.

  He was vaguely looking forward to something.

   Ten minutes later.

  A figure hurriedly appeared in front of the glass window.

   Not long.

  The door of the locker room was opened.

   "Sorry, Eli, I'm in a hurry, and you were in the comprehension area at the time, so..."

  Matthew explained embarrassedly.

  Eli listened quietly, his reaction was very flat:

   "No problem."

  Matthew looked at the little black cat:

   "How about you change back and let's go?"

  Eli said firmly:

"I don't."

  Matthew said in surprise:

"Why?"

  Eli thought for a while:

   “I wanted to experience the life of a cat, it would be very helpful for my wilderness approach.”

   "I'm here during this period of time, and I'm not going anywhere. If it's convenient for you, just open the glass window for me, just a small gap."

  Matthew rolled his eyes:

   "Alright, but do you need food?"

   Eli shook his head:

   "It doesn't matter, I am very hungry."

  Matthew took out all kinds of food from his luggage:

   “I have some emergency food, what would you like to eat?”

   Eli replied calmly:

   "You are too polite, as long as there is something to eat, I am not picky."

  Matthew asked directly:

   "Water or milk?"

  Eli said decisively:

   "Milk bar."

  Matthew asked again:

   "I have some biscuits and sausage, which would you like?"

  Eli is no longer reserved:

   "Sausage, save more, I love it."

   After confirming that Eli was safe and sound, Matthew left with peace of mind.

  The young man still has a strong ability to resist blows.

   Matthew faintly felt that he seemed to have recovered from the depression of falling in love with a man, which was good news.

   As for turning into an animal to experience life, this is not uncommon for druids.

  Matthew didn't care.

  The second half of the day.

  He is still planting trees and repairing graves, and he also took time to look at the black warriors in the tank. The result of negative energy infusion is quite good, and it is expected that they will be able to come out of the tank in a few days.

  The next morning.

  Matthew came to Suriel's magic classroom ten minutes earlier.

   I didn't expect Margaret to come earlier.

   "Very well, it seems that you at least have the self-consciousness as a student, so let's start early."

  Today, Margaret changed into a black silk pajamas, which were very loose, and with every movement of her hands and feet, a large snowy light swayed gracefully.

  The nail polish was changed to dark green, and Matthew felt a bit old-fashioned, and it couldn't stand her good foundation, but it was still very attractive.

  Matthew's attention shifted for only a few seconds, and from the moment Margaret spoke, he instantly focused on her teaching content:

   "The things I want to tell you today are all real dry goods. You must keep each one in your heart, and they may save your life in the future."

   "First of all, inheriting yesterday's topic, besides wealth, how should we measure an enemy's combat effectiveness?

  Frankly speaking, there is no universal standard, it depends on your vision and experience.

   But some rules can be summed up, the most basic way is through the environment or feedback from others.

for example.

  You met a mage with mediocre mana in a dangerous place near Purgatory, and he was accompanied by several beautiful elf maids.

  He seems to have some money, but he is not rich enough to be eligible to use the fee capital series of spells.

   If you feel that this mage is not worthy of the wealth and women he has, it is dangerous.

  I mean you are at your own peril.

  According to historical experience, except for a few, most of the characters who don't seem to be worthy of their wealth or women are often really ruthless characters!

   This is like in the alliance, suddenly an ordinary mage got a rapid promotion.

  You may feel unbalanced when you hear the news, but there is a high probability that you will not really target him.

  Because you know that everything in the world naturally has its operating logic behind it.

  The mage who got the promotion was probably the **** son of someone big.

  Many seemingly illogical phenomena may just be someone hiding his logic.

  Same reason.

  The old man and child who ventured alone in the dungeon, the seemingly weak and beautiful woman who appeared in the wilderness, the ascetic who was shackled and unable to walk but had pious eyes...

   These are likely to be hidden masters.

  The superficial information doesn't have enough logic to support their strength, it's just because you haven't dug into the deeper information—

  The lone old man and child may be the incarnation of a certain god, but this is not the point. They can take risks in the dungeon all year round without being reduced to the rations of monsters, which in itself shows their strength.

  The same is true for the woman who appeared in the wilderness.

  As for the ascetic monks, they explored another way.

  The abundance of psychic energy makes it possible for them to burst out incredible power at any time, and this power may transcend levels and domains.

  To sum it up in one sentence—

  If things are abnormal, there must be demons.

  So I suggest that when observing the enemy, in addition to superficial information, try to understand the deep information hidden by the enemy.

   This is of course not an easy task, but as long as you understand this point, at least it will greatly reduce the probability of you messing with the boss. "

   Speaking of which.

  Margaret paused:

   "Have you written it down?"

  Matthew nodded.

  He also placed a recording crystal ball next to it.

  Margaret stuffed the crystal ball back into Matthew's bag domineeringly:

   "Filming is not allowed in my class!"

   "You can only review the content of the class through your own memory, let's continue!"

  "After measuring the enemy's combat power and confirming that you haven't messed with rich people or hidden bosses, the real content of the battle is.

  My combat rules are also very simple to say, the core concept is just one—

play hard!

   If you can play more and play less, you will never single out;

  If you can attack secretly, don't show up in advance;

   Don't play fireballs if you can poison them;

  If you can curse, you refuse to play the game head-on;

   Don't consume your mana if you can use props;

  If you can bluff, don't go head-to-head.

   There is only one purpose of fighting.

   That's winning!

  The means of winning are just tools, and there is no distinction between high and low tools.

  You should treat all winning methods equally, this is the mentality that a battle mage should have.

   Killing your enemy in the most efficient way is also the greatest respect a battle mage has for the enemy. "

  Matthew nodded excitedly.

  Margaret's philosophy actually coincides with his.

  As a pragmatist, he found that he was actually quite suitable to be a battle mage.

   "Very well, it seems that you don't reject my point of view, so let's talk about some real details after talking about the idea of ​​fake Dakong."

   Margaret gushed:

   "The combat strategy of unscrupulous tactics can be divided into four areas.

  First, strategy.

  Strategy includes conspiracy and conspiracy. I don't care what method you use, whether you use a knife to kill someone or pretend to be a tiger, a strategy that can kill the enemy is a good strategy.

  I won't go into details on this aspect, because I am not good at strategy, and I prefer hard work with real knives and guns.

  Second, assassination.

   There are many ways to assassinate, the most common are hiring assassins, poisoning or cursing.

   This method is very effective in cases where there is mental arithmetic but no intention.

  But if the enemy has precautions, the success rate of assassination will be greatly reduced.

   Speaking of this, I must mention an unconventional assassination method.

  This involves the "Transfiguration Paradox", I don't know if you have previewed it in advance. "

  Matthew nodded:

   "I know some spells in the so-called transformation domain, which temporarily transform the target into a special magical form through a fixed medium.

This form does not mean that the target has really turned into a sheep or a stone. The material properties of the target are actually unchanged, so it is not so much a transformation as it is trapping them in a special medium. Transfiguration Whether it is strong or not determines the stability of the medium.

  The so-called Transfiguration Paradox is if you turn a person into a frog and then swallow it in your stomach.

   Frogs take acid corrosion damage in your stomach and get knocked back to their original form due to lack of stability.

   It stands to reason that that person should appear in my stomach.

   But that's not the case, he will only appear in a random place next to me intact.

  It doesn't happen that he blows me up.

   This phenomenon is the paradox itself. "

  Margaret nodded approvingly:

  "This is a common problem with all transformation spells, because it doesn't change the basic properties of matter.

  Even the druid's wilderness form is the same, they are just more stable and more realistic.

   But there is one class of spells that is an exception—

   That is "True Transfiguration"!

  True Transfiguration can break through the Paradox of Transfiguration to kill people.

  You can turn into a sugar cube and suddenly cancel the spell when the enemy swallows you in its mouth.

   At this time, his head will definitely be blown off by you.

  I'm pretty good at True Shapeshifting, and I've killed quite a few people with it.

  I can tell you responsibly, if you have the ability to learn True Shapeshifting, don't hesitate, no matter what the goal of the transformation is, you have to get it.

   This is the one with the highest success rate among all assassination methods.

   Absolutely not to be missed! "

   Matthew turned slightly blue after hearing this.

  He felt a little regretful.

  If he had come to Margaret's class a few days earlier, he might have chosen True Transfiguration among the abilities in the Transformation Domain.

  Although turning into a stone seems to be difficult for the enemy to swallow, but he can also put stones in bread or something?

  Margaret gave a lot of information in class.

   Don't wait for Matthew to digest.

  She continued vigorously:

   "Third, go first.

  If there must be a magic duel, it is very important to go first. I suggest you buy a "Dragon Fire Amulet" on your body.

  The fourth piece of content is also related to the spell duel, which is the game, or fake action.

please remember! !

  You can predict the enemy's actions, but don't make too many predictions!

  I am not questioning your IQ, but my teacher taught me a sentence a long time ago, and this sentence has also been fully tested in my combat career—

   "The rookie dies from pretence, and the master dies from prediction."

  Any game with more than three layers is a fool.

  The battle of "I predicted your prediction" only exists in the scripts of third-rate bards.

  It looks very cool, but it is actually pushing itself into danger.

   It is not a joke that a master dies due to prediction. This sentence is the essence extracted from countless corpses.

  I'm not asking you to completely reject the prediction.

  But you have to recognize a fact—

   Too many predictions must do more harm than good!

  In my case, there are only two layers of the game. The first layer is fraud, that is, fake action, or feint.

  The second layer, double fraud, that is, anti-psychology.

   Then it's gone.

  When you try to use the game above the third layer to fight against the enemy, it means that you are already extremely disadvantaged.

  The enemy can completely reject your game this time and crush it head-on.

  You have the kung fu to play puff pastry with others, so why not think of a better way to escape.

  And if your strength is far superior to that of the enemy, and you want to play with the enemy like a cat and mouse through anticipation, then your arrogance will most likely cost you your life. "

   Swipe, Swipe, Swipe!

  In the classroom, only the voice of Matthew writing furiously was left.

  Margaret's narration is simple and clear, to the point.

   It's not that Matthew doesn't understand these principles at all.

   Rather, he did not form a clear concept and system in his mind.

  After Margaret mentioned this, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

  When reading online articles in his previous life, he especially liked to watch this kind of plot with reversal and reversal, and found it very enjoyable.

   Now he suddenly felt it.

   For reality, these plots are unnecessary.

  Margaret made herself a cup of black tea again.

   She drank and said:

   "After talking about the theory, let me tell you a practical case."

  She sat on the desk with half of her buttocks, her little feet dangling.

  The floating staff is a little empty.

  The surrounding scenes began to change. Matthew and her seemed to have come to the forest, and there was a scene of two mages fighting in front of them.

  One of them is Margaret wearing a fiery red mage robe.

  Her opponent is a black-robed mage, whose level doesn't seem to be low, either the fourth rank or the fifth rank.

   "This is an actual battle that happened last year. My enemy is a high-level mage who defected from the alliance and took refuge in Hades. He is good at evocation spells, and he is better at fireballs and force fields than anyone else."

"I tracked him down for three days and three nights, and confronted him for more than 40 minutes. I was beaten by him at one point, but in the end, I managed to kill him. Do you know how I did it? ?”

   Margaret asked calmly.

  Matthew guessed:

   "True Transfiguration?"

  Margaret showed a gentle smile, and she tapped Matthew's head lightly with her staff:

   "The answer is correct, but unfortunately there is no reward."

   "Then let's go straight to the last scene, slow motion, watch carefully.

  Because I just finished a fight with him fifteen minutes ago, he used the portal to escape, and I secretly chased after him.

  I knew that I might not be his opponent in a head-to-head confrontation, so I planned to use the signature True Transformation to complete the assassination.

  Before I started, I attracted a swarm of bees to cover me.

  After that, I turned into a mosquito and tried to get close to him among the bees.

   But the enemy is also very vigilant, you see, here, he used the spell of "detect tiny life".

   It seems that he knows my tricks, so he is taking strict precautions.

  In order not to let me fly into his nostrils, mouth, ears and even eyes.

  He used the "bubble technique" to protect his head.

  Once a creature breaks in, the bubble will burst, and at that time he will use an all-round resistance spell regardless of friend or foe.

  He is really smart, in addition to the bubble spell, he is also using spells to quickly repel the swarm.

   You see, by the end, there wasn't actually a flying creature around him anymore. "

  Under the explanation of Margaret.

  Matthew stared at the ultrclear screen comparable to VR.

   Next second.

  The body of the black-robed mage exploded suddenly, and a large amount of blood clots and minced meat splashed onto the nearby trees.

  The picture is very **** and terrible.

   "Wait, how did he die?"

  Matthew was shocked:

   "Are you in?"

  Margaret said leisurely:

   "Of course I went in."

  Matthew hesitated:

   "But isn't he already..."

   Halfway through speaking, he suddenly got stuck.

   Margaret said calmly:

   "It's anal."

   "If you look more closely, I used the mosquito to fly to his mage robe, then turned into a flea, and got into his **** while he was banishing the swarm."

   "I just blew up his lower body so smoothly."

   "Margaret's combat spells are so simple and unpretentious, there is no throwing fireballs back and forth, and there is no need for a game of prediction and anti-prediction.

   You only need to learn two or three types of true polymorph, and then use them properly, you can kill almost everyone you want to kill! "

   "Okay, that's all for today's class. The homework after class is "If you are this black-robed mage, and you know that the enemy is good at true shapeshifting and can turn into mosquitoes and fleas, how should you deal with it?""

   "By the way, there is also yesterday's homework, let me have a look."

  (end of this chapter)

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