Lord of the Silver Crow

The moment the illusory island of light and darkness emerged, the moment the silver light and shadow winding like a snake appeared, they trembled together.

The illusory silver light like a river faintly condenses into the outline of a city.

Beautiful, not like a strange city of human aesthetics.

Immediately, a huge tower emerged from the void.

And in this silver streamer, a touch of silver flew out suddenly, flying towards the distance.

......

In the vortex that was distorted like flames, a figure stood up slightly, but the moment she stood up, her body began to collapse and dissipated.

However, she did not stop her movements, the flame-like feathers swayed slightly behind her head, and a force emerged to support her body that was about to collapse.

It was also at this time that a silver light flashed in front of her.

The feathers swaying and swaying behind her head disappeared at this moment.

After a slight pause, Batiya's face showed a relief-like smile.

Her body quickly collapsed, turned into a shadow, and dissipated in the whirlpool.

And at the moment her body collapsed, in the flame-like vortex behind her, it seemed as if the dim scene of countless ashes piled up.

Almost at the same time, clusters of scarlet, terrifying jungles bloomed in the material world.

.......

Di Lude City, Ash Manor.

By the window, the man with an elegant posture looked at the torn sky curtain, the scene of Di Lud City that was changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and was getting closer to his memory, with a calm expression.

The scene that gradually turned into a wasteland and turned into a ruin is so familiar.

just.....

At this moment, the arm he just raised was suddenly lowered.

Glancing around, the man couldn't help but shook his head.

The next moment, his body collapsed and turned to ashes, allowing him to dissipate in place.

Only one letter slipped from where he disappeared and landed on the ground.

.....

The trees were dark red like blood.

But it is clearly standing in front of him, but there is no half-life.

The dim wasteland is not far away from the ruin-like city.

The red and black buildings were obviously stained with blood.

And beyond this ruin, on that huge plain, everything, whether it is plants or creatures, is shown to the man in such a peculiar posture.

Who is it?

The man's pupils were slightly enlarged, and he was quite puzzled about himself in this area.

He shouldn't be here.

But who is he?

Why shouldn't he be here?

The fragmented memory made the man confused.

correct.....

Suddenly, the man found a goal from his broken memory.

He is... the gravedigger.

Wizards really hate, just like the church.

Pieces of fragmented cognitive memories are spliced ​​together, reminding the man of part of the reason why he is standing on this plain.

And when he remembered where it was, he became more convinced of his purpose for coming here.

He is a gravedigger.

Unlike those necromancers, he did not have the ability to control the corpse.

His ability is very weak.

resurrection.

Resurrect the dead.

Shaking his head, he threw away the envy of the necromancer in his mind. The man picked up a remnant of a long-handled weapon that looked like an axe from the side and walked towards the center of the plain where corpses were piled up. .

On the plains, countless scavengers such as crows and vultures are flying in the air.

Men are not surprised.

He already remembered that in the previous catastrophe, nearly 10,000 people died here.

There are ordinary people, professionals, and even wizards and priests.

Gee.

But he had no idea.

He is just a low-level professional who can resist even seeing wizard apprentices.

All he can do is to search for corpses and take away their belongings in the battlefield between people and monsters or between people and people.

He didn't think there was anything wrong, and exchanged these things for their lives.

If he gets enough items that he is satisfied with, he will use his power to bring the opponent back to life.

He will not worry about any danger.

Those who are resurrected by him will be extremely weak, and even if left alone, they are likely to remain unmovable and die again.

But that has nothing to do with him.

After walking a few steps, the gravedigger finally found some good-looking relics.

"Unfortunately, I was bitten."

Like a wolf or some other creature biting it.

It should be a wolf. He just came here when he heard that there was a wolf disaster here.

Turning over most of the rotten corpse that had decomposed, the gravedigger crouched and stuffed the picked up items into the small bag behind him, without any scruples about the traces left on the short sword that had just been thrown off the rotten flesh.

However, this thing is pretty delicate.

While thinking about it, the man put down the broken axe in his hand and pressed his hands on the half-decayed corpse.

Accompanied by a sense of agitation, the already rotten flesh and blood in the opponent's body quickly returned to life, and flesh and blood quickly grew out of the hollow skeleton.

A heart was born in that body, and with the agitation of the man's heart, it also exudes a strong sense of life.

Broken and disappearing bones, decayed and broken flesh and blood, and deformed and twisted skins.

The gravedigger watched the constant changes of his body, and watched the deceased who had died recover again, but had no idea.

Turning around, he walked to the other end.

On the side of the corpse, there was a heavy, thick black book.

books?

Clergyman?

The gravedigger can probably be sure that he is not a wizard. After all, even apprentices will "auto-secret" this kind of magic that can record all kinds of text and pictures, and does not need books.

Only the priests and those believers will have these things.

The gravedigger walked to the black book, picked up the thick book, and stuffed it into his backpack.

And soon, he did the same action as before.

With his hands pressed on the skull of the corpse that was completely deformed due to the corruption of flesh and blood, the gravedigger activated his ability.

A black-haired young man appeared in the gravedigger's field of vision following the restoration of his flesh and blood.

However, soon, when the gravedigger turned around and was about to walk to another place, he suddenly heard a voice:

"That book, I can't give it to you."

The gravedigger was stunned and turned around.

But he quickly confirmed that the sound originated from the deceased lying on the ground who couldn't even speak.

Just, why can I understand it?

"Eh, don't you understand? That's my book. It's my Master Lu's book."

The black-haired young man sat up from the ground quickly in the horrified expression of the gravedigger, as if he had never been injured, let alone died.

Even the other party smiled:

"It seems that you are very interested in me. As the researchee, I should also have certain conditions of exchange, right?"

The man's voice seemed to come from the abyss of the valley.