The Restless Bone Warhorse

After this attack, Lynn finally came to a complete realization: he was still too honest and had yet to adapt to being a dark wizard.

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Having changed his way of thinking, Lynn quickly came up with a plan.

Perhaps the "Consultation and Answers" tasks in the Task Hall could also become excellent bait for picking out fat sheep.

His strength as a First-Class Apprentice was nothing remarkable in the Task Hall, making it easy to stir up others' malicious intentions.

Those who obediently paid their rewards could be set aside for now, but those who wanted to welch on the deal or even harbor ill intent...

Then they could not blame him for being impolite!

Even if the academy asked about it, Lynn would have reason on his side. After all, the other party had struck first; he had merely acted in self-defense.

Hmm... the opponents he chose could not be too strong either, or he could easily capsize.

Lynn put Wu Liuqi into the Demon-Sealing Bag, then stored Holm's corpse and the Bone Hunter's remains in the Bone Ring.

These were all precious materials.

Hmm... he did not overlook that sturdy bone shield and dagger either.

The bone shield was good. It was his now!

To prevent Holm's soul from dissipating, Lynn returned to the laboratory as quickly as possible and used the wizard array on the workbench to seal Holm's soul inside his corpse.

That way, if he refined him into an undead creature later, they would be exceptionally compatible, and his strength would improve considerably.

Watching Lynn rush back covered in dust, pull out a corpse, and immediately start working, Gregor could not help curling his lip.

Good grief, he had only just finished refining a Death Knight and calmed down for a few days. Where had he gotten another corpse from now?

A Second-Class Apprentice?

This kid had some skill!

He really never let anyone relax.

After finishing his work, Lynn finally let out a long breath. He greeted his mentor, then returned to his small room to meditate for a while.

Once he had fully recovered his wizard power, he happily went out to "browse the market."

With more than twenty Magic Stones as "starting capital," Lynn returned to the Apprentice Corner of the Ghost Market.

After strolling around once, Lynn had a clear idea of what he wanted.

He first stopped before a stall specializing in undead mounts.

Several skeletal horses of different shapes and two massive Skeletal Wolves were tethered at the stall.

These were the most common low-end undead mounts. Mid-tier ones included Bone Birds, Undead Griffins, Dark Chimeras, Draconic Species, and so on.

The highest-end ones were naturally the legendary Bone Dragons!

Lynn's gaze quickly settled on an especially tall Bone Warhorse.

Its bones were thicker and sturdier than those of the others. The Soul Fire in its eye sockets burned a dark green, and flames of the same color curled around the joints of its limbs. It pawed restlessly at the ground from time to time, looking wild and unruly.

It was clearly a fine horse, and Lynn took a liking to it at first sight.

It could serve as the Death Knight's mount in the future, and he could ride it himself as transportation. Just thinking about it felt pretty cool.

He had never managed to drive a luxury car before dying in his previous life. Being able to ride an awesome mount in this life could be considered making up for that regret.

"Boss, how much for this Bone Horse?"

Lynn pointed at the horse and asked.

The stall owner was a lean apprentice. He glanced at Lynn's Black Ironwood Nameplate and lazily quoted a price.

"Ten Magic Stones. This horse has a fierce temperament, but its foundation is excellent. It runs fast and has decent combat ability. It also knows Charge and Trample."

The price was not cheap, more than twice that of an ordinary undead creature.

After all, it was a mount, and the best-looking one at that. Naturally, it cost more.

Lynn said nothing and directly used Analysis on the Bone Warhorse.

[Target: Restless Bone Warhorse]

[Rank: lv1 (Standard Grade) Peak]

[Composition: High-quality bones (Strength: Medium), unstable Soul Fire (Activity: High)]

[Abilities]:

Charge: Explodes with speed over a short distance, increasing impact force.

Trample: Strikes the ground heavily with its front hooves, creating an area shockwave.

[Potential: Medium (Good skeletal foundation. If its Soul Fire can be stabilized, it has a chance to advance to lv2.)]

[Status: Wild and untamed. Requires forceful suppression.]

Its potential was not bad, and its skills were exactly suited for a "Death Knight."

Lynn was satisfied inwardly, but his face remained expressionless as he began haggling.

"This horse is too wild. It'll probably be difficult to control. And the Soul Fire in its eye sockets looks unstable. It might fall apart on its own someday."

"How about this? Five Magic Stones. I'll take it away right now and help you deal with a problem."

The stall owner's mouth twitched. "Five? You're cutting the price way too hard, kid! Nine Magic Stones, that's the lowest! Take it or leave it!"

"Seven Magic Stones! Otherwise, I'll look somewhere else." Lynn made as if to leave.

"Fine, fine! Seven it is! I'm selling it to you at a loss!" The stall owner looked pained as he hurriedly untied the reins.

This horse was indeed of exceptional quality, but its lv1 peak strength and unruly nature made it difficult for anyone to tame.

Whenever it was shut in the stable at night, it became extremely restless and often attacked the other mounts. It was no easy troublemaker.

Selling it was better. At least it would stop causing problems here.

Once the transaction was complete, Lynn led the Bone Warhorse to an open area nearby.

The horse was indeed wild and hard to tame. The moment it sensed Lynn's spiritual power trying to connect with it, it immediately reared up, letting out a soundless neigh as its Soul Fire flared violently.

Trample!

Its hooves slammed heavily into the ground, producing a powerful shockwave that spread in all directions.

Fuck!

Lynn had not expected the horse to be this fierce. He only had time to cover himself with a layer of Bone Armor before the shockwave sent him flying.

The Bone Warhorse gave Lynn no chance to react. It launched Charge directly at him, its entire body smashing toward his position.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound rang out as the horse's head slammed hard into Lynn. The bone armor rapidly cracked and broke apart, while the blow left him dazed and disoriented.

Seeing how vicious the Bone Horse was, Lynn stopped wasting time with it and directly summoned the Death Knight from the Soul-Sealing Bag, placing him in front of himself!

"Death Knight, stop it!"

The Death Knight's heavy body hit the ground, radiating a cold aura of death. Its hollow eye sockets directly "glared" at the restless Bone Warhorse.

Though the Death Knight was slightly lower in rank than the lv1 peak Bone Horse, it was far stronger in actual combat.

Especially as a Death Knight, it possessed naturally overwhelming suppression over undead mounts.

Feeling that stronger force of suppression from the same source, the Bone Horse's body stiffened at once, and its struggles weakened considerably.

The Death Knight stepped forward, stretched out a large hand covered in Bone Armor, and seized the Bone Horse by the skull!

The tremendous strength left the Bone Horse unable to resist at all. Even its Soul Fire dimmed somewhat under the suppression.

After struggling for a while, the Bone Horse finally submitted. It lowered its head, and its Soul Fire became docile.

The Death Knight smoothly mounted the horse, holding its bone greatsword. A bleak, ferocious aura of charging across a battlefield arose naturally around it.

"Not bad. Very spirited!"

Lynn nodded and put both rider and horse back into the Soul-Sealing Bag, lest they draw too much attention.

With the Death Knight around, he would not need to spend effort suppressing and controlling the Bone Warhorse himself, saving some mental focus and spiritual power.

It was just that if he wanted to ride it himself, he would still need the Death Knight to give the command. He could not control it directly.