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On a corpse-carrying wagon that had just departed from the fimbria settlement, a simple coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and then a pale corpse straightened up from it, looking at the changing scenery outside the wagon window.
"According to the divination, we should be able to reach the city tonight."
The corpse smoothed her long, dry hair and fell silent. After a moment, she suddenly frowned and murmured:
"A fleeting aura of death appeared in the divination. What was that? Why is its trajectory converging towards me? Could it be..."
Chapter 334 A Major Event Is About to Happen in Lundia
Camby Nash is a legendary wizard who is nearly 300 years old.
However, in her life as a wizarding trinity, her mastery of alchemy was not high, because alchemy relies too much on the ability to explore the essence of things, which is a bit beyond the capabilities of Camby Nash, who can only do three-digit addition and subtraction for a long time and can't even accurately calculate her current age.
Therefore, when she performs divination, if too many preconditions are added, the system will immediately crash, and she can only make guesses.
Unfortunately, the human brain stops developing after death, otherwise Camby Nash would have been determined to challenge himself with advanced knowledge such as the matrix operations of magic runes.
As for why the Witch God Society would send such a witch out of the mountains to find the person foretold, there is a certain reason for it.
First, her tribe's location was relatively close to the Witch God's Life Box.
Secondly... there is no second reason, it's this one. All the other members of the Witch God's sect had more or less foreseen that being close to the Witch God's Life Box would cause trouble, but Cambinash was completely oblivious.
So, this unfortunate old woman was conscripted.
Fortunately, she also has a special skill. As a wizard who has been dead for a long time, she is still very skilled in necromancy. If calculated as a percentage, she is confident that her control over the undead is about 65%, while even the wizard god who fluctuated around the divine realm back then probably only had about 90%.
As for the goddess of magic, let's not mention her for now; it would spoil the fun.
Camby Nash touched his cold body and fell into deep thought.
To prevent being directly annihilated by the magic network, she had to dispel all the necromantic power within her body the moment she landed in the Kingdom of Norard, leaving none behind. After clearing away the necromantic power, Cambinash looked like a real corpse, so she boarded the carriage transporting the dead without any hindrance.
However, she did need to stay with the dead. In the Kingdom of Norard, where necromantic energy was constantly being cleared away by the magic network, only the necromantic energy that occasionally and naturally arose from the dead could warm Cambinash's heart.
Camby Nash glanced around at the makeshift coffins flanking him, reached out and pushed them aside, then sat down in the empty space.
These makeshift coffins had been reused countless times. They smelled like beds in a long-distance carriage, with an overwhelming human odor. Lying inside, Camby Nash felt like he was suffocating.
Although suffocation didn't bother her, since she didn't need to breathe anyway, she still chose to come out of the closet to feel some fresh air. After all, there was no place like Senhai Territory in the Southeast Continent, and it was unlikely that a group of evil people would plant trees there.
She looked out the carriage window, her expression relaxed as she leaned against the window and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she saw a small caravan appear at the end of the opposite road of the trade route.
……
"I wonder if the rumors about the ruins of Herod City are true or not."
A mid-level mage frowned slightly and muttered to himself. He was a dispatched reporter for the "Lundia Daily." Whenever rumors began to circulate on the magic network, such reporters would go to the rumored location to investigate whether the rumors were true. If they were true, they would immediately send a message back to the Lundia headquarters to print a new batch of the "Lundia Daily."
As the most widely read newspaper in the magic capital, the "Londia Daily" may use a slightly exaggerated tone to cater to the public's curiosity, but it is still very particular about the authenticity of its content.
This is why many foreign correspondents operate outside of Londia; their work is very arduous, requiring them to constantly travel around.
"I hope it's true. This year, the only real hot topic we've investigated is the 'Father of Dragons.'"
His companion sighed helplessly, leaned against the carriage wall, slightly opened the window next to his head, rubbed his face in the cool breeze of the forest, and said:
"At first, we didn't pay much attention, thinking the dragon craze would soon pass. But even now, people are still talking about the 'Father of Dragons,' while we haven't been able to find any trace of Lord Latis."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Someone must know him, but those people are definitely tight-lipped..." The mid-level mage shook his head and said:
"I saw a rumor a few days ago that something happened in Dragon Horn Territory. Apparently, a 'blue-eyed phantom' appeared and was said to have purged corrupt officials in several villages and towns. I wonder if that phantom will be taken down by some evil forces..."
“I’ve heard about that too.” His companion suddenly smiled and said, “I know someone in Golden Bag City who said that the young lord of Dragon Horn encountered that phantom on his way back to the city. He seemed to want to harm her, but ended up being scared so badly by the phantom that he almost wet his pants.”
"Holy crap, really?" the mid-level mage exclaimed in shock. "Why don't you go and get a front-page headline for this? Say that the phantom is some kind of 'Avenger' from Dragonhorn Territory,' and the buzz will explode!"
"Dragon Horn Territory is too far away, and there are too many refugees there. I dare not go."
His companion sighed and continued:
"I wish there were some new hotspots near Lundia. I'm so tired of writing observation reports on 'Youthful Naiko Buds.' I heard it was bred by the former president of the 'Pokémon Research Association.' That guy is so damn boring, what's the point of all this..."
"You, a reporter from Londia, are always trying to create a big story... Relax, maybe one day a 'Giant Ancient Mushroom' will appear in Londia?"
The mid-level mage chuckled, patted his companion on the shoulder, and said:
"But I do have a feeling that Lundia has been quiet for months, it's time for a big news story to break out, maybe some big shot will suddenly appear or something... Hmm??"
His gaze swept across the window next to his companion's head, and he suddenly froze.
"Damn it, I've always been curious why so many ancient ecological products are so lewd. Did the ancient Atlantis have countless penises all over the mountains and plains...? What are you looking at?"
Seeing the mid-level mage's blank stare, his companion frowned slightly and subconsciously turned to look out the window.
Just then, they saw a pale face resting against the window frame of a corpse-carrying wagon that had just passed them. The face had deep-set eyes, and its slightly gray, transparent pupils resembled a pair of captivating glass balls. Dark capillaries were faintly visible on its forehead, making it look exceptionally terrifying.
"Hello."
Seeing that both of them were looking at her, the pale-faced woman hesitated for a moment before politely greeting them.
"Holy crap!"
The mid-level mage immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling and drenched in cold sweat, shouting:
"The corpse...the corpse is talking!"
"There's a ghost!"
The terrified scream caused his companion to jump up from his seat, bumping his head against the roof of the carriage before collapsing next to the mid-level mage, clutching his forehead.
The two lay on the ground for a long time before slowly coming to their senses.
"……etc."
His companion removed the mid-level mage's shoe from his mouth, sat up, rubbed his head in thought for a moment, and said:
"Even though that was a hearse, the people on it might not necessarily be corpses, right?"
"Look at that wretched state, what else could it be but a dead man?" The mid-level mage, arms crossed, trembled as he muttered.
"Could it be the legendary 'Blue-Eyed Phantom'? But those eyes aren't blue!"
After a moment of contemplation, his companion said decisively:
"Corpse Party."
"?" The mid-level mage was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, frowning as he asked, "You've even thought of a headline? You should think it over carefully. Maybe it's a desperate criminal in disguise? With our cultivation levels, we'd probably be serving food to others in the future."
“It’s alright, we Londian journalists are all about speed.” His companion, his expression gradually brightening, asked persuasively:
"Aren't you tired of this life where you believe everything you hear? Instead of chasing secondhand rumors on the internet, why not dig up firsthand news? That's the mission of us Lundia reporters! And I have a feeling that if we keep following this story, the impact might be extremely significant!"
"...You have a point."
The mid-level mage, somewhat intrigued, sat up straight, thought for a moment, and said:
"Gou..."
“I know, we should play it safe!” His companion interrupted him, speaking rapidly, “I understand the logic, so how about it, wanna come? Let’s go pull off a big heist!”
The mid-level mage pondered for a moment, his gaze gradually hardening. He stood up slightly, bent over, and stepped forward to press the switch on the rear door of the carriage. Turning back, he said:
"What are we waiting for? Let's jump out of the carriage! If we don't chase after them now, they'll be gone in a flash!"
"Even if you have to jump out of the car, will you accompany me on this unknown journey?"
His companion's eyes gradually welled up with tears. He nodded vigorously, then smiled and whispered:
"Honey, you bastard..."
"That's enough." The mid-level mage pushed open the back door of the carriage and leaped out in a flash. Even as he did a somersault in mid-air, he shouted with unwavering conviction:
"A tribute to the cause of journalism!"
"In honor of the 'Londia Daily'..." His companion patted his chest with fervor, then resolutely jumped after him.
dong dong!
Two thuds followed one after another, startling the coachman who was driving the carriage. He quickly stood up and looked over the top of the carriage at the two people rolling around behind the road.
"...Fuck you."
The coachman took a deep breath, slumped back into the driver's seat, and pulled on the reins to bring the horse to a slow stop. He rubbed his temples, then looked at the coachman with a look of utter disbelief, muttering under his breath:
"It's one thing for a woman to jump out of a moving car for no reason, but what's wrong with you two grown men? Is it trendy to take mentally challenged people out together these days?"
……
……
That night.
Camby Nash felt as if a clump of mud had been thrown onto her coffin lid, the crackling sound waking her from her brief slumber.
Where am I...?
The old woman, whose necromantic power had been cleared, was momentarily stunned and instinctively pushed open her coffin lid.
The dim moonlight shone on the iconic, winding, thick trunks of the Hardstem City, casting shadows across the empty, cluttered graveyard.
Camby Nash looked bewildered at the two gravediggers standing dumbfounded by the grave, scratched his straw-like hair, stood up, and asked:
"Is this... Hard-Stem City?"
boom!
The two gravediggers and their shovels fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, trembling with fear.
"……broken."
As Camby Nash gradually regained consciousness, she glanced at the two unconscious people and couldn't help but gasp.
Before she left the Witch God Society, the Witch God's disciples kept telling her not to cause any big news, to act carefully and discreetly, and never to reveal her whereabouts or the Witch God Society's information.
Now that these two gravekeepers have seen the "corpse" come back to life, they will definitely spread rumors everywhere once they regain their senses. But killing them like this won't work either. If two gravekeepers die at once, the lord of Hardstem City will definitely take matters related to the dead very seriously.
So, the only option is...
A cold glint flashed in Camby Nash's eyes as he stretched out his hands and began to chant a complex incantation in a low voice.
However, the magic runes within his body were activated only to vanish in an instant. Camby Nash was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had already cleared away all the necromantic magic.
Damn it, then I'll just have to do it myself...