- You have acquired experience.
- Ghoul followers have picked up 3 gold and 15 silver.
- Dulahan has obtained loose cloth.
- Skeleton Mage has picked up a red herb package.
Every time they killed a monster, you received income. Experience tended to climb up pretty quickly as well. Whenever the undead fought, you received a certain percentage of experience, so engaging in direct combat would be fine without the situation turning into a mess.
'It’s a combat series job too!'
As Weed's hunt progressed smoothly, tears of sadness seemed to flow.
True combat series job.
Necromancer job boasts of the highest known growth rate and a taste in the dead.
Necromancers accumulated experience four times faster than other professions.
Of course, the hunt was limited to the moment. Necromancers usually roam around solo as most parties are never comfortable around them.
Necromancer is a job making undead bodies. Therefore, in order to utilize their skills, they need bodies.
The first undead!
To make it, you had to first catch and kill a monster with poor magic attacks. As the number of undead increased, earlier problems became much easier to deal with, but there were still some complaints. They had a vulnerable weakness to priests and paladins. Besides that, after a fixed amount of time, you could no longer maintain the undead and they turned back into corpses. To restore the bodies required an enormous amount of mana.
Commanding groups of slow undead into battle was tricky as it burned mana that required spending tedious hours to refill.
In addition to the magical skills of the undead, the quality of the material was important as well. Depending on the body used, the power of individuals varied with worlds of difference.
If the level of the body was over 300, even with low magic skill, you could still create a strong undead.
"Death Knight, Lace, Wight, Banshee or Spector. I wish I could call those monsters, but ......"
The Origin of the Skeleton had the tendency of a wizard, making the primary and secondary steps of the Necromancer's undead summoning magic spells simple to use! Only step 3 of the Necromancer's undead summoning magic spells had a limit.
Nevertheless, excellent ingredients showed outstanding plays.
Corpses from the expedition, bodies of the dead soldiers of the Nifleheim Empire, and even the bodies of enemy monsters arose as undead. The opponents outnumbered them 1-4, but this much was sufficient enough.
"Chances are you'll die."
As the battle continued, the undead were unconditionally bound to increase. The Necromancer job had a tremendous advantage.
Awesome!”
"That guy's the master, Weed-nim."
The expedition looked on with eyes full of envy.
A true adventurer of the Versailles Continent.
An absolute existence that showed no quest was impossible.
The people in the expedition crew were bound to revere such a figure.
"Hmm."
Weed also felt the attention as he stood cross-armed while watching the battle. In order to not expose his body of bones, he stood in a dignified manner as he watched the battle.
"Hu hu, my undead army's fighting well."
Weed stood moderately above the 50,000 minions.
Of course, the expedition concentrated all their attention on the situation at that place. They were extremely curious as to how others besides themselves came to this place.
Weed heard the babble from the expedition crew through his ears. (no ears tho, skull joke )
"Why a skeleton though?"
"I don't know, maybe he offended someone somewhere and got cursed for it?"
"I don't think so. The curse is still fully intact."
"Anyway, is he going to show us an authentic black magic show?"
"If that’s true, we should wait for him to demonstrate the power of Necromancers."
"Weed the master will definitely show an amazing scene."
Weed's ears tingled. It was not embarassment, but rather he could not disclose the fact that he ran out of mana!
'Can't use Necromancer skills anymore.'
Blood flowing.
The staff held in his hand added strength.
As always, bodies will suffer from an evil mind.
Weed aimed his staff towards the body of monsters.
Pabababak!
The motion of the staff was smooth. It moved freely under the palm of his hand and lodged itself into moving monsters.
His fantastic swordsmanship debuted in front of people with a staff.
There is a big difference between swords and canes.
The sword was a sharp weapon that slashed opponents, while the staff was simply something that smashed your opponents.
The attack of the Staff of Saint Taranhan was much better than that of his sword!
Weed indiscriminately smashed the monsters in front of him.
'Experience! Experience is calling me.'
Items and money picked up by the undead all returned back to Weed. More than half of the experience, however, would be lost to the governed undead.
Therefore, Weed thoroughly picked out monsters with their lives at risk.
With his supreme broad field of vision, he noticed everything!
Although Weed could not afford to die, he attacked multiple monsters at once.
Wherever he passed through, monsters turned into carcasses.
Weed swept through the camp like a storm.
'Anyway, once the Bone Dragon dies, I'll have to diligently fight to make up for the lost experience.'
In addition, the mastery of many valuable skills needless to say was a big loss.
To make up for his low damage, Weed picked only the monsters with little remaining life left.
"It's really Weed-nim!"
"Even without magic he can fight."
"Damn! I want to hunt monsters by moving my body like that."
"With that degree of skill as a wizard, what kind of damage is that ......"
"What level is he?"
Admiration deepened in the eyes of the expedition.
This view was unavoidable as there were significantly less monsters everywhere he passed through.
Like the wind, he swept away the monsters, the stem of the problematic situation.
Weed did not leave their eyes.
The undead fought in place of the inactive people as Weed ran straight into a crowd and instantly destroyed a number of enemies.
Mysterious movements of the staff.
Remarkable moves and smoothly connecting actions.
It seemed the continuous melee until now was simply fiction, for the battle had now become clean and organized.
In fact, Weed planned to release the near death undead for the people to finish up, but their views were completely opposite.
"You're so strong!"
"Battling like that, so cool!"
The expedition continuously spat out praise.
Weed's artistic movements were sufficient enough to garner admiration.
Origin of the Skeleton was a thorough job, fairly strong in battles.
In the finest combination with the weapon, the Staff of the Fallen Saint, Weed's damaged shined even more.
For ordinary people, it was difficult to imagine the violence and intense skills Weed demonstrated.
30 meters away, an Embinyu Priest was dying away.
About to collapse!
However, the sword above the Dulahan was ready to descend.
At this, Weed snapped one of his ribs and angrily shouted.
"Bone-throw!"
He threw his broken rib toward the target.
The sharpened bone went flying! Only the Origin of the Skeleton had such a unique skill.
The bone flew with strong momentum and claimed the life of the target before it died. (KS FTW)