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eadx ();? Crack … Crack … "Ka …"

The injured skeletons quickly returned to their original state, feeling as if they had never been injured, and Ron knew this, called "Skeleton Recovery," but it was completely different from what he had learned from Komelin.

Turning slightly, Page saw the old man, and beside them stood Ron and Vivian.

Ron was looking at Page, and Page was looking at him, too.

"Who are you? "It seems like Manchester is not a place where you can casually enter!" Page laughed, a trace of vigilance flashing through his narrow eyes.

Ron nodded in greeting, "Kathleen brought me in!"

"So that's how it is!" Page nodded, relieved.

"My name is Page, I'm a wandering necromancer!" Page's eyes narrowed slightly as he said this, and he watched the expression on Ron's face.

To his surprise, there was no trace of disdain on Ron's face, not even a trace.

Ron was also a necromancer, so he naturally wouldn't treat Page differently.

"My name is Ron!" Ron introduced himself, smiled, and took the initiative to ask, "Your undead magic is very strong, where did you learn it from?"

"My sister taught me!" Page replied straightforwardly, scratching his head in embarrassment, "However, these undead magic have been modified by me!"

"Improvement?"

"Yes!" Page nodded, as if offering a gift, and held out an arm, smiling at Ron.

His eyes narrowed, and 'ka ka ka' sounds could be heard coming from the skeletons. At this moment, the skeletons changed.

The bones on the skeletons began to be removed and rearranged themselves. A moment later, a lifelike Venomous Scorpion Lion skeleton appeared in front of Ron.

This skeleton imitated the looks of the Venomous Scorpion Lion and continued to roar. Its two wings spread out behind it, as if it wanted to pounce. It was awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

This Venomous Scorpion Lion was more than two meters tall. When it stood in front of everyone, the entire creature gave them goosebumps. They felt as if a genuine Venomous Scorpion Lion was standing in front of them.

"How is it? Not bad, right? " Page said triumphantly.

"He looks pretty good, very impressive, but I'm afraid he doesn't have any offensive power!" The old man beside Ron sneered. He didn't have a good impression of Page.

"Ha ha!" Page ignored the old man's words and smiled. At that moment, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, as if it had received the command from Page, the huge "Venomous Scorpion Lion" pounced forward, bringing with it a strong gust of wind, in a blink of an eye, it had covered a distance of over 10 metres. At the same time, it stretched out its huge skeletal claws, raising them high into the air, its sharp claws glinting with a cold light.

Its target was a stump not far away.

"Crack!" With a loud noise, the claw swept past, and the wooden stake that was as thick as a water bucket immediately broke into two pieces. The wooden stake shattered into two pieces, and was broken into pieces.

"Hiss …"

Both Ron and Vivian drew in a cold breath at the same time. To be able to use the wrong Necromancy to such an extent, this young man named Page was truly not simple.

He smiled and said, "Necromancy is indeed not suitable for fighting, but with my modifications, I have already made great progress. In the beginning, the Necromancy I learned was not even comparable to the average commoner, but now, I have more than enough time to deal with the intermediate vocations …"

He paused, "No matter what occupation it is!"

Ron and Vivian looked at each other and fell silent. Vivian's face was a little flushed, as she and her father had studied the traditional magic of the dead all their lives.

At that moment, Ron heard a voice in his mind.

"This boy's mental strength is quite good!"

Ron's body froze, and he turned in astonishment to see a familiar figure, black, with narrowed eyes, looking Page up and down.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ron sent a message to Grandpa Homelin, "Grandpa Homelin, why have you come out?"

"I've been out for a long time, you see that kid was so engrossed that he didn't even notice my existence!"

Ron nodded slightly and asked, "What do you think of him, Grandpa Holmerin?"

He nodded to himself and said, "I've told you before, when the wrong necromancy magic moves the skeleton, it requires a huge amount of mental energy. From this young man's ability to move such a huge Skeleton Venomous Lion and maintain such a high speed, his mental energy must be terrifying …"

"In other words, he is a genius, a genius with extremely high spiritual energy!" Such a genius was something that was rarely seen even in the continent of Omorus a hundred thousand years ago! "

Ron was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't think that Grandpa Homerin would have such a high opinion of Page. Actually, Ron also agreed with what Homerin had said. To be able to bring out such trash like necromancy to this extent was something that even geniuses would not be able to do.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, then what about his talent in Necromancy?" Ron asked.

"You want to take him in as a student?" Komelin smiled, seeing through Ron's intention, and stroked his beard.

"En!" Ron nodded apologetically. "I don't have a single student right now!"

"About this..." Hou Meilin hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, but necromancy requires a soul force, and spiritual force and soul force are two different concepts, but the strength of soul force needs to be tested. I only know that with his spiritual force, he can become an outstanding mage …"

"Oh!"

"No," said Ron, trying to think of a way to test Page's soul power.

As Homelin and Ron were talking, Page came up to Ron, smiled at him amiably, and said, "What do you think of my necromancy?"

"That's right!" Ron nodded. He honestly admitted that necromancy was very strong, even if it was wrong.

Page was pleased with Ron's reaction, and he could see that this boy of about his own age didn't have much resistance to necromancy.

"Do you want to learn? "I'll teach you..." Page said suddenly, his eyes fixed on Ron.

The moment those words came out, the entire scene went silent!

"About this..."

After hesitating for a while, Ron changed the subject. "Page, your spiritual force is very strong. Why didn't you choose to become a mage?"

"A lot of people say that!" Seeing that Ron did not immediately agree, Page was a little disappointed. He smiled, "There was once an academy that tested me, saying that my spiritual force was all superior …"

"Then why did you … …" Ron had assumed that Page knew nothing about his magical talents, but now he sounded surprised.

"Because undead magic is the most powerful magic!" There was a flash of fire in Page's eyes.

"Why?" Ron was curious about where his confidence came from, and even he didn't dare say so.

"Because this was taught to me by my sister, it must be the strongest and most powerful one!" At the same time, his eyes were a little red. He sighed and said, "Unfortunately, she died of an illness!"

"I'm sorry!"

Ron felt a twinge of guilt when he heard Page mention his own grief.

"Let's not talk about this anymore!" Page asked, taking a deep breath, his face barely returning to normal.

"How is it? Ron, do you want to learn or not! If you don't want to learn, then don't waste my time. " He grew impatient and continued.

"As long as I continue my research, I believe that in the near future, the Undead Magic will become even more powerful, and I believe that I can even beat the Beginner, Intermediate Job …" Page was full of confidence when he said this.

"Hehe!"

At this time, the old man next to him smiled, "Page, you want to teach me your necromancy, but you've found the wrong match!"

Page looked up at the old man in surprise.

The old man pointed at Ron. "Do you know who he is? Let me tell you, he's Teacher Ron from the academy, one of the teachers in charge of teaching the Necromancy Branch! "

"A teacher from the Necromancy division?"

Page's expression froze. He turned his head slowly, staring at Ron, and said slowly, word by word, "Bar-Lo-va-k-s-school."

Ron nodded and asked, "You know?"

"Why didn't I know? Other than Baroque Academy, which other academy opened the Necromancy Branch? "

He stared at Ron again. "If Manchester hadn't been out of the way, I'd have gone to Baroque!"

Ron and Vivian were confused.

"Because I don't think that even the teachers in the academy are as good at cultivating Necromancy as me!"

Page said shamelessly.

Vivian sighed, she had to admit this fact. Before learning soul power from Ron, the Necromancy Magic she had studied for many years was no match for this young man.

Page's eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at Ron.

"Ron, I'm going to challenge you!"

"Challenge me?" Ron asked, pointing to his nose.

"No reason, are you accepting it or not!" Page replied.

Ron hesitated.

"Alright!"

Ron was noncommittal to Paige's challenge, and he nodded in agreement before turning to Vivian.

"Vivian, use necromancy to fight him. Pay attention!" When it's time to call it off, it's time to call it off! " said Ron, winking at her.

"Alright, I know what to do now!" Vivian nodded, understanding what Ron meant.

Page was watching the exchange between the two of them with a cold eye, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. Naturally, he could tell that the relationship between the two of them was based on Ron's fight with the girl, which was not what he had expected.

He snorted coldly and said, "Ron, stop talking nonsense. The one I want to challenge is you, not anyone else!"

With that, a strong fighting spirit could be seen in Page's eyes, "Come, Ron, you and I are both Necromancers, so we're about the same age. Let's have a go at this …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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