Undead Magister Wants an Apprentice

Sandrew, one of the three Archmage of the Undead Nest, is best known for his summoning of flying undead and spreading of plague. He is also known for his unique Gargoyle, which he creates by combining stones and bones.

When Sandrew was mentioned, Li Ziran but think of the Corpse Mountain.

Every Necromancer has their own Corpse Mountain; in everyone's mind, the Corpse Mountain is entirely composed of piled-up remains.

But anyone who knows a little about corpses knows that Necromancer have their own requirements for Corpse Mountain; they strictly control the types and numbers of creatures within Corpse Mountain.

Gegwu, whom Li Ziran was familiar with, liked to create Corpse Mountain using the remains of Orc, Elves, and humans. He would also acquire other species from the Wasteland, making him arguably the Necromancer with the widest audience.

But Sandrew is different. He is only interested in the corpses of the Winged Race, the Sea Folk, and the Human Race. However, due to the rarity of their remains, those who deal with Sandrew are all large corpse transport groups.

Li Ziran had no source of corpses from the three races, and he didn't usually have much contact with this Undead Magister.

For a moment after the Rainbow-tail Girl spoke, Li Ziran still couldn't believe it. Necromancer were known for being reclusive and would never step out of the Corpse Mountain unless necessary.

Logically speaking, if such Archmage wanted to see me, all I had to do was announce it, and he would be perfectly prepared to pay his respects.

They suddenly came knocking on my door, and right after I returned, which seemed rather urgent.

Li Ziran glanced subconsciously at the mangled Deep-Sea Octopus Frog on the barb, and smiled bitterly to himself. Only someone like him could get his hands on such a rare species.

We couldn't be careless when entertaining such an important person. We ran out of the basement, crossed the pond, and went straight to the two-story wooden building. We could see a Bone Bird in the distance.

The Bone Bird was completely bald, without a single feather, with only some stiff, bloody skin hanging from its neck. At that moment, it was frantically flapping its wings, as if afraid of falling from the sky.

A gaunt old man in black robes sat atop the Bone Bird. On the center of his chest was painted a skeletal bird with a sharp beak, and on his shoulder perched a bone Mantis Race the size of half a finger.

It was Necromancer Archmage, Sandrew.

Li Ziran's heart pounded. This kind of person wasn't someone you could meet easily. He rushed out of the wooden building and stood before Sandrew, respectfully saying, "Master, why have you come in person!"

Sandrew glanced at Li Ziran, his brow furrowing slightly, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Clearly, the two didn't know each other before. "You're Li Ziran, the wizard?"

Li Ziran nodded, his mind full of suspicion. "Yes, Your Excellency, how may I be of service?"

Sandrew jumped down from the Bone Bird and entered the room. Li Ziran quickly stepped aside and waited for him to enter the small building before following him.

Sandrew casually glanced around the room, then sat down on a bench at the table and said unhurriedly, "Li Ziran, I want to take on a disciple. She's a genius among Necromancer!"

Upon hearing this, Li Ziran became even more puzzled. What does your taking on disciples have to do with me?

This is so urgent, I thought the sky was falling.

But then, in an instant, another idea popped into my head.

Could it be me...?

Could it be that the heavens have opened their eyes and finally sent them a master, and an Undead Magister at that?

So lucky!

"Your Excellency, please speak freely!" Li Ziran tried his best to remain calm; he was prepared not to be pretentious.

"Yes, she's very young." Sandrew glanced at Li Ziran.

That one glance made Li Ziran's heart pound wildly. Was it really true?

Necromancer are absolute behemoths in the Wasteland. The Undead Nest they built were so formidable that neither humans nor Elves dared to provoke them.

Necromancer are the most unique type of mage; one person is an invincible Undead army.

Skeleton! Skeleton! An unlimited army of Skeleton!

An endless sea of Skeleton, capable of devouring everything in an instant, is known as the Nightmare Plague alongside the world-famous Insect Race.

"Sir, please give your orders." Li Ziran was very respectful. Becoming the disciple of such an Undead Magister would bring him an incredibly bright future.

Moreover, he already had a certain foundation Necromancer, and his skills with corpses were quite sufficient. More importantly, he was familiar with the Corpse Mountain and had dealt with many merchants who transported corpses, so he knew their nature.

He believed that if he could become Sandrew's apprentice, he would soon be able to take on the job of Necromantic Apprentice.

"Do you follow Necromantic Magic?" Sandrew suddenly asked a strange question.

Li Ziran nodded. He didn't just admire Necromantic Magic; he revered any powerful force. But without a doubt, Necromantic Magic was one of the most powerful spells he had ever encountered, except, of course, for Jon's Neon fusion element, which was completely beyond comprehension.

Necromantic Magic is the most practical. He can start with the simplest Skeleton summoning and then delve into the more advanced Ghoul and Gargoyle. With enough corpses, he can become an extraordinary mage in just a few years.

Compared to collecting special organs, learning curses is a much easier way to become stronger.

Of course, Li Ziran cherishes his mentor the most. The longer he struggles in the Wasteland, the more he understands the importance of inheritance and knowledge.

Many beings, lacking systematic inheritance, rely solely on their own exploration and unknowingly stray from the right path, only to realize their mistakes when it is too late.

Just like the Human Race, they value the fusion of single elements and emphasize inheritance. Even the simplest Wind Element, after being broken and recombined, can form wind elements of different properties due to different inheritance.

These different types of wind elements have all been passed down through generations via the magic tower.

The later the stage, the more demanding the process of element crushing and recombination becomes.

Otherwise, relying solely on luck to find the right elements will result in various abnormal elements, some of which may even create a strong clash that could cause the caster to explode.

"What do you think of Necromantic Magic?" Sandrew continued.

"Of course it's very powerful."

"Oh, could you tell me more about it?" Sandrew seemed very interested, a smile on his parched face as he stared intently at Li Ziran.

Li Ziran was overjoyed. Could this be the test? He had to answer actively and even demonstrate his Undead skills.

Or give a compliment.

"The power of Necromantic Magic lies in its essence. It is a power that completely defies the elements. This power is pure and unique, yet it possesses immense regenerative capabilities. It is the unique energy that sustains the undead. Powerful Necromantic Magic can create extremely destructive undead without even needing to shatter and reassemble. Most importantly, it's not a one-man battle; each Necromancer is an undead army. This is the fundamental reason why all living beings tremble in fear. If one word could describe this energy, it would be: a power that only gods can wield. No, this is absolutely divine power!"

Li Ziran felt he was running out of things to say, but Sandrew was very happy, especially when he heard that one person was an entire legion; his eyebrows practically flew up with a smile.

"Haha, well said. It seems you know a lot about the undead. However, there are some things you haven't explained clearly. The Necromantic Power doesn't exist as an independent element; it's just a Rare Elements. It can only be sensed after all other elements have been completely extracted. There are also some misunderstandings in your understanding. Undead elements don't need to be crushed and reassembled. On the contrary, the Necromantic Power needs to be reassembled even more. For example, I need to be stacked at least fourteen times to support the Bone Dragon. Of course, you're already very impressive. To know so much at such a young age, you're a promising talent!"

At this moment, Li Ziran was overjoyed; it was indeed a test.

"Sir, well..." Li Ziran was a little embarrassed. He couldn't just call him "teacher" directly at this point, so he had to be more reserved. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, that's right. I've taken a liking to someone. She's quite talented. Last time I heard you gave Gegwu a heart transplant, she said you're very capable," Sandrew said with a chuckle.

Li Ziran nodded seriously. "Yes, Gegwu's heart was old, but she was very lucky to find a matching Griffin heart."

Although I feel this behavior is a bit excessive, if it can impress the other party, it will definitely be worth it.

"Hmm, I saw that old fellow. He looks quite well. A wizard like you should have a better future. Why are you staying in the Undead Nest?"

Test!

This is definitely a test of our original aspirations!

It is said that Necromancer are most interested in testing their Apprentice's initial intentions.

"Actually, I've always been interested in the mystical Necromantic Magic. When I was little, I saw a Necromancer slaughter an entire city-state by himself. The overwhelming number of Skeleton deeply captivated me. I know my talent is limited, but I have an absolute yearning for the undead."

"Hmm!" Sandrew nodded in satisfaction, which made Li Ziran's heart leap with joy. However, a single sentence quickly plunged him into Abyss: "Your necromancy aptitude is indeed very poor. After all this time, you still haven't formed your own necromancy organs. It seems you are destined to never become Necromancer in this lifetime."

Li Ziran beating heart suddenly stopped. He stared blankly at the Undead Magister, thinking, "Could this be so hurtful?"

"Ha... ah... um..."

Li Ziran's passion seemed to freeze instantly, and he didn't know how to start a conversation with this Archmage.

"Hehe, don't be discouraged. Actually, being a wizard is a very powerful profession. Your organ transplant is amazing; you should be at the level of Grand Wizard by now. This level is rare even in the Dark Council. You've chosen the right path." He chuckled and patted Li Ziran on the shoulder, saying, "Actually, I'm here to ask you for a favor. I've taken a liking to a Butterfly Girl from the Winged Race. She's a genius among the undead, but her health isn't good. I need to find a way to keep her alive. Of course, if you can accomplish this, you'll definitely be rewarded."