Undead Magister Wants an Apprentice

Sandrew, one of the three Archmages of the Undead Nest, was most famous for summoning flying Undead and spreading plagues. He had become known to the world for combining stone and bones to create the unique Undead Gargoyles.

At the mention of Sandrew, Li Ziran could not help thinking of Corpse Mountain.

Every Necromancer had their own Corpse Mountain. In everyone's mind, a Corpse Mountain was entirely piled from corpses.

But anyone who knew even a little about corpses understood that Necromancers had their own requirements for Corpse Mountains. They strictly controlled the species and quantity of living creatures within them.

Gegwu, whom Li Ziran knew well, liked to build Corpse Mountains using the remains of Orcs, Elves, and humans. At the same time, she purchased other species from the Wasteland, making her one of the Necromancers with the broadest range of sources.

But Sandrew was different. He was interested only in the corpses of the Winged Race, Sea Folk, and Stonefolk. Because such remains were rare, everyone who dealt with Sandrew belonged to large corpse-transporting groups.

Li Ziran had no supply channels for the corpses of those three races, and he normally had little contact with this Undead Magister.

The instant Rainbow-tail Girl spoke, Li Ziran found it hard to believe. Necromancers were famously reclusive; unless something happened, they would never take a single step outside Corpse Mountain.

Logically speaking, if an Archmage like this wanted to see him, all he needed to do was send word. Li Ziran would guarantee that he would tidy himself up properly and go pay his respects.

Yet he had suddenly come to his door, and just when Li Ziran had returned. He seemed somewhat urgent.

Li Ziran subconsciously glanced at the mutilated Deep-Sea Octopus Frog already hanging from the hook and smiled