A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Even though what Lorraine said was terrifying, every magic book might have the life of a mage behind it, Matthew had always been an extremely pragmatic person.

His bottom line was unbreakable and flexible.

Therefore, he wasn't particularly upset.

The fundamental reason why he hesitated was that when he had the thought of swallowing this magic book, he could smell a very strong smell!

The smell was extremely stinky, a hundred times more stinky than stinky tofu!

Matthew opened his spellbook.

Sure enough, there was a description from the Feast Sect Inn.

[Congratulations on winning the lottery!

This book records a highly rare spell. We believe that only rarer delicacies and more bizarre smells deserve such a spell.

So it's as you heard.

This is a delicacy with the smell of a dragon's armpit and the taste of an exploding sweet egg tart. Please enjoy, Zizi, chief chef.

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It was this guy again.

The last time Matthew ate the food to incite rebellion, it was also made by this Zizi.

He guessed that this Zizi must be a very famous fairy in the Arcane Wilderness.

"But then again... Do dragons also have body odour?"

With this thought in mind.

Matthew hesitated for a moment, then he held his breath, opened his mouth, and started chewing.

Unexpectedly.

The taste of this magic book was surprisingly good. It was as if he was really eating a pile of egg tarts.

The thing that was criticized was that this thing was too sweet.

That sweet feeling made Matthew sick of it.

He couldn't help but take a few breaths while eating. As a result, the strong stench entered his nose, and the taste unexpectedly became a little refreshing.

In order to neutralize the sweetness.

Matthew couldn't help but take a few more breaths.

And during this process.

He suddenly felt that the taste from before did not seem to be so difficult to accept!

Matthew quickly finished the spellbook.

Just like last time.

During the process of consuming it, a large amount of knowledge surged into Matthew's mind.

This knowledge could be instantly transformed into spells.

After eating everything.

He had mastered a natural spellcasting ability, Astrid's stripping technique.

Matthew closed his eyes.

He carefully searched through all the details of this spell in his mind.

Without a doubt.

This was a very powerful spell.

Because it was a natural spellcasting ability, it could be used immediately without the need for casting materials and complicated steps.

Matthew loved to use his ability to cast spells.

This spell could strip the target of all items, including items and equipment.

This meant that it could greatly reduce the opponent's combat strength.

For most professions, losing their weapons was already a difficult task, not to mention that the Strip skill covered all the items on their bodies.

It could be said that all professions except the Monk would be in trouble when facing Matthew's strip skill.

Especially in the middle of a mage civil war!

The value of the strip technique was infinitely increased.

A mage without equipment.

Just thinking about it was hilarious.

Of course, this spell was not omnipotent.

First of all, it could be countered, reflected, offset, or exempted.

This meant that this spell would not be so useful against legendary units with high magic resistance.

Other than that.

Among the non-legendary units. If the other party had a high resistance to the transformation domain, then it was possible to directly avoid this spell.

The last point.

If the target had strong goodwill towards the caster, this spell would not work.

It might even cause a backlash.

In other words, he would lose all his items and items within 16 seconds.

" Why can't it be used on friendly targets?"

Matthew was also puzzled about this.

Could it be that Astrid, who created a series of notorious necromancy spells, was a pure person?

No matter what.

He had to be careful when using this spell on unfamiliar targets.

" Perhaps, before I use this spell, I can do something to provoke the other party and dispel their goodwill…"

Soon, Matthew found a way to crack it.

Of course.

He thought that he would not use such a despicable method like stripping on a target who was truly kind to him, right?

Therefore, there was no need to worry too much about a backlash in this area.

After digesting the spellbook.

The three of them arrived at the ring above the sky-floating island.

There were three coffins here.

From the tombstones beside them, it could be clearly recognized that the three coffins belonged to Prince Philip himself, his wife Tamiro, and Tamiro and Prince Philip's best friend and lover, Enzo.

"Wait!"

Matthew pointed at the Troll text on the stone tablet.

"Are you sure you didn't translate it wrong?"

Camela blinked.

"I don't think so, right?

" Didn't you notice that these three coffins are the same size?

"So there's no reason for the remaining body to be the child's or someone else's, right?"

Matthew was speechless.

So, was this world like this from the beginning?

The Chaos Lock was not an excuse for the mages to indulge in their own behaviour, was it?

Matthew immediately summoned two undead to open the coffin.

However, to their surprise, the three coffins on the ring were all empty!

One of them had obvious signs of being moved.