A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 477
Chapter 477: The Spore Society and the Dusk Elves
Translator: Lonelytree
Correspondingly, he had more than one dragon nest in various planes. While displaying his collection to Matthew, he chatted with him,
” Actually, there’s one thing that often frustrates me. After I die, these collections will face the dilemma of no one taking over.
I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want my collection to exist alone in the world. That’s why I desire a longer life.”
‘Is this the reason why you want to become a Dracolich.’
Matthew cursed in his heart.
Sure enough, Clayde immediately said,”
‘ My life is coming to an end, and my physical body will soon die. I thought about it carefully last night. The transformation of the Shadow Dragon not only requires the cooperation of a Shadow Domain expert but also a little luck. That’s not what I want.
“The Dracolich is the best way to extend my life that I have found so far. I need a necromancer to help preside over the ceremony.
“Matthew, are you willing to help me?”
In this one day or so, Matthew had already realized that Clayde was a very straightforward person. Perhaps the powerful strength of the Ancient Dragon made him do things as he pleased.
But now that he was suddenly talking about transforming into a Dracolich after death, it was more or less like a deep conversation.
Matthew replied cautiously,
“Of course, I’m happy to serve you, but I’m limited by my magic power and strength, so I’m afraid I can’t satisfy you.
“Speaking of which, with your connections and experience, don’t you know any other high-level necromancers?”
Clayde immediately complained,
“Of course, I know some. I’ve even negotiated a preliminary cooperation agreement with Blinken of the Dragon Worship Sect.
“But when I went to look for him last month, I found that he was already missing.
“Even prophecy spells could not find his whereabouts. “I suspect that he wants to renege on his debt.”
Matthew was shocked.
“Blinken? Go back on his word? “Did he take your money?”
Clayte said angrily,”
“No, but he took a lot of mushrooms from me, the kind that cost thousands of dollars. ”
Why did Blinken want mushrooms for?
Matthew found it strange and was about to ask in detail when he heard Clayde say earnestly,
It doesn’t matter if your level is a little low now. The growth speed of human mages is extremely shocking in the eyes of other races.
If you haven’t become a Legend by the time I die, then I will naturally choose someone else to host my transformation ritual.” So, it was a strategy to cast a wide net.
Matthew nodded. “I will work hard.”
Clayde patted his shoulder seriously.
“You really have to work harder. After all, I only have a thousand years left.
“It’s over in the blink of an eye. It’s really frustrating.”
Matthew heard this.
He immediately fell silent.
At the same time.
Margaret also walked out of the treehouse.
She walked briskly on the narrow path of Eternal Island, her eyes carefully observing the details around her.
At this moment.
A familiar Dusk Elf appeared in front of her.
He greeted her warmly,
Good afternoon, Madam Mary. Do you want some mushrooms?
“Just call Dudley if you need anything.” Margaret smiled and declined his help.
She took a fork in the road.
But not long after.
Another elf by the roadside smiled and greeted her, Good afternoon, madam. Would you like some mushrooms?
“Just call Dudley if you need anything.”
Margaret frowned.
“Are you also called Dudley?”
The elf smiled. “I am Dudley.”
“But he also said that his name is Dudley,” Margaret subconsciously turned around and said.
At some point, several Dusk Elves had surrounded them.
They smiled at Margaret and said in unison, “We are all Dudley.”
“So, just call Dudley if you need anything.”
“Is there anything you need?”
“What’s the matter?”
“Huh?”
A series of strange sound waves came from all directions.
The Dusk Elves smiled and walked stiffly towards her.
Margaret’s eyes lit up.
In the next second. She suddenly shouted,
“Dudley!”
All the elves trembled. Then, an unhappy voice came from afar, “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
“What are you all gathered here for? I am the real Dudley!”
A Dusk Elf who looked similar to the others ran over.
Panting, he pushed the others aside and came to Margaret.
The others dispersed sullenly.
“What is going on?”
Margaret asked with her hands on her hips.
