Necromantic Myth

When Liu Zhi was working hard to learn shipbuilding, on the top of a certain mountain range in the north of the Bald Eagle Principality, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the top of the mountain.

A huge Thunderbird flew down amidst the lightning, and at the place where he was about to land, several men in animal skin clothes and Indian feather crowns were forming a circle, waiting for the Thunderbird to land.

But the Thunderbird didn't fall down, he just came with a message.

Thunderbird kept screaming in the air, and the men below all had the ability to speak animal language, and they all understood the meaning of Thunderbird's words.

"What are you talking about, Benjamin gave up one of the places to become a druid this year? How can this be possible?"

A man shouted, but the people around him said disdainfully, "What's wrong, Benjamin is holding Franklin's lightning and money scepter in his hand, let alone us, even Lord Thunderfury will agree to his request."

"It's destroying our tradition."

"What kind of tradition can we have? You are so anxious because your nephew has the opportunity to become a Thunderwing Druid this year, but your nephew is really capable and won't fail three times in a row. I think you should forget it. "

Thunderbird didn't care about the quarrel below, anyway, he passed on the news, and there was nothing to do with him afterwards.

After the Thunderbird flew away, the previous man straightened his clothes, "I'm going to go down the mountain, please help me ask for leave."

The others ignored this man. We have lived together for so long, and most of them know each other's details.

The one in front of him has no descendants, and his only relative is his nephew. He has always wanted his nephew to embark on the path of extraordinaryness, but after so many years, his nephew has not seen anything.

Tried druid conversion several times, but failed.

This year is his nephew's last chance. If he misses this year, his nephew will have no other chances.

Originally, he had already calculated everything, and even got a few things to improve the success rate of conversion, and he was just waiting for the conversion to start this year.

Unexpectedly, Benjamin gave up a transformation quota, and this kind of quota is a mobile quota, which is exactly what his nephew hopes.

If there is no hatred in this man's heart,

That's the oddity.

The few people present knew the situation here, and they were reluctant to take care of it, so they let the druid leave the mountain.

At the same time, in the south of the Bald Eagle Principality, which is now the southern war zone renamed the Bald Eagle Alliance, some druids are also secretly contacting each other.

Unlike their druid companions in the north, they didn't choose wind and electricity, which were elements that the Yankees said was needed for industry. In the south, they played the same old way, turning into melee combat and planting.

After all, they are playing in a plantation, and the biggest feature of a plantation is naturally to grow things.

The body that Liu Zhi used back then had only one plantation in the south, but he had also joined the plantation farmer's union and knew about druids.

However, his status is still relatively low, and he has no right to hire a druid for his plantation.

In an unknown plantation, a white slave was working, and a black man kept nagging in his ear.

"I said Howlett, come with me. I know they don't treat you as a human being. You are just an experiment here."

Howlett looked up at the black man, and finally shook his head, "I can't leave, you should leave by yourself."

As he said that, Howlett raised his hand. It can be seen that his tendons have been picked out, and his hand muscles have begun to atrophy. He can only do some simple tasks.

The black man thought for a while and said to Howlett: "I said, it doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to come with us, we have plenty of ways to help you deal with this."

Howlett shook his head, "I don't want to participate in your battle. I only need to stay here for another ten years, and I will be free. I don't have to risk my life to fight for a future."

The black man had no choice but to step aside, and he was soon surrounded by several of his own race.

"How about it, does he still refuse to agree?"

"No, he doesn't want to leave here, but speaking of it, if we are like him and can become free men in ten years, we won't be willing to leave either."

"But we don't have much time left. If we can't get away tonight, we won't have a chance in the future."

"Then knock him out and take him away. No matter what, the power of the holy object has been transferred into his body by that lunatic. Taking him away is equivalent to taking away the holy object."

"it is good!"

That night, Howlett, who had finished his day's work, went to the manor owner's big house as usual. There was a laboratory in the basement over there. The manor owner, who looked like a lunatic, would go outside the laboratory every day. Put a cup of green potion.

He needs to drink a cup of this potion every day, and he also has to undergo a medical examination every five days, and sometimes undergoes some experiments, such as using electric shocks or something.

This is the debt Howlet owed to the manor owner. In the words of the manor owner, Howlett would not be able to pay it off even if it took him a lifetime.

If he cooperates with the experiment, then the time for each experiment will be reduced by one to three months. After so many years of experiments, he can gradually reduce the debt from being unpaid all his life to being able to repay it after ten years. clear point.

Seeing that he could get real freedom, Howlett would naturally not run away with those black slaves.

After drinking the potion, Howlett hesitated for a while, and didn't say anything about the black slave's desire to escape. He stood in front of the manor's big house and waited for a while before returning to his hut.

But when he entered his hut, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

Howlett reacted immediately and wanted to resist, but he felt his body go limp, his feet bent forward, and he fell to the ground like this.

Then several black men ran out from nearby and wrapped Howlett tightly with cloth.

The black man who had talked with Howlett kept pressing on Howlett's hand bone, as if feeling something there.

"How? Is there any?"

"Yes, I feel the power of the holy object gathered on his arm, and he will become the carrier of the holy object in a short time."

"Okay, then take him away and get out of this damn place."

"But where are we going?"

"I seem to have heard that something is being prepared in New York Harbor, and blacks are being recruited to join their army. If we go there, we may be able to join their army, so that we may still have a chance to get back the sacred object."

"Okay, let's go!"

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