A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

That place was similar to the Ghost Granny Castle. It was a place with some problems, but it shouldn’t be a big problem.

For some reason, the Seven Saint Alliance didn’t wipe them out but deliberately left them behind.

The two of them bid farewell to the frogmen and rode the magic carpet towards the Snowfall Tree.

Matthew noticed that Rheagar seemed to be staring at the frogman, so he asked, “Haven’t you seen the Mad Frogman before?”

Rheagar shook his head.

“How can I not have seen it before? They were considered neighbours of Rolling Stone Town. But we don’t interfere with each other. I once looked at some crazy frogmen from afar when I was patrolling the territory, but we couldn’t communicate with each other.

“I’m just observing their body structure and behaviour to judge their combat strength. I keep feeling that these guys should be quite strong when they fight.”

Matthew nodded.

” The mad frogmen are indeed one of the most powerful demi-humans. They have two main characteristics. The first is their ‘berserk’.

“The Mad Frogmen had a unique supernatural power. They could breathe deeply and absorb magic energy, which was similar to a mage’s chant.

“Through this method, they could gather a certain amount of elemental power for themselves, but this elemental power would appear to be similar to qi.

“Berserk Aura gave the mad frogmen a melee ability that far surpassed that of ordinary humans.

“Another characteristic of their bodies is that they have different types of toxins, which is also worthy of attention.” As he spoke.

Matthew handed over a piece of papyrus.

Rheagar took a closer look. It was actually a detailed table of the skin colour of a mad frogman and the corresponding poison.

“The surface of a frogman’s body will secrete a type of venom. The venom secreted by different skin colours has different effects. This is the homework I did last night. If you’re interested, you can take a look.”

After saying this, Matthew focused on controlling the magic carpet to fly.

Flying at a low altitude was actually more difficult.

However, considering that he would be too conspicuous if he flew too high, Matthew chose to fly at an altitude of three to five meters above the ground.

Rheagar took the paper and read it carefully.

[Green Poison: After the target is poisoned, they cannot move except for climbing and standing jumps.]

[If the target was a flying unit, it would not be able to take off or land.]

[Blue Venom: After the target is poisoned, the target will remain screaming until the poison is ineffective.]

[Purple: The poisoned target will be eager to soak himself in mud. He must be in contact with mud and liquid at all times, or he will suffocate.]

[Red: The poisoned target will eat non-stop until all the edible items in the field of vision are eaten. The symptoms will then be alleviated. If there are no edible items in the field of vision, the poisoned target may continue to bite fingers or toes.]

[Gold: After the target is poisoned, they are extremely eager to hug.] [Orange-red: The target will be charmed after being poisoned and can only communicate in the frogman language.]

[During this period, he would think of himself as a tadpole and instinctively seek help from the frogman’s mother.]

[Other colours: It is said that there is a very small chance of producing a rarer super caste in the mad frogmen tribe. The poison effect on their body surface is even more shocking, but as long as you avoid direct contact with their skin or being injured by their weapons, you can basically avoid disaster.]

“You’ve done a lot of preparation! “However, you are still a little weaker than me.”

As he spoke, he flicked his storage ring.

“Are we going to look for that tree directly? Don’t you want to have dinner or something? Look, it’s almost time.”

Matthew stared straight ahead and casually threw a piece of bread to Rheagar.

An hour later.

A towering tree appeared on a distant hill.

“What a huge tree!”

Rheagar exclaimed,

“Aren’t you a necromancer? You should be able to communicate with the big tree, right?”

Matthew looked at him strangely.

“That should have been the case, but the inside of this tree has completely withered.

“Come down. We’ll move forward on foot.” Rhaegar reluctantly left the magic carpet.

The two of them walked for a while.

Suddenly.

Wolf howls sounded from the hills on both sides!

A few mountain wolves appeared on the hill. Behind them was an entire group of Mountain Wolves.

“Rheagar!”

Matthew suddenly raised his voice.

Rheagar placed his greatsword on the ground unhurriedly and began to take out something.

“Don’t worry, I’ll apply oil!”

Matthew stared at the movements of the mountain wolves and took the time to glance down.

“Which bottle of oil do you want to apply? Open the lid!”

Rheagar took out a bottle of black sword oil with the label ” Canine Special Attack ” on it.

He opened the bottle cap and smiled.

“Are you going to help me apply it?”

Matthew concentrated and tried to chant a syllable like Soria.

The sudden increase in his voice not only startled Rheagar but even the mountain wolves on both sides retreated a few steps in shock.

In the next second.

Magical energy gushed out from the bottle cap. Under Rheagar’s shocked gaze, the sword oil in the bottle flew out automatically.

Under the control of an invisible hand, he finished applying the sword oil in just two seconds!

[Cantrip: Quick Grease!]

“Are you happy?

“This is the spell I specially learned for you before I left yesterday.”

Matthew’s lips curled into a smile.

“Now, go!”

Rheagar waved his shining sword in frustration. He couldn’t help but curse,

“Why do you mages learn everything?”

Matthew summoned Renesme and urged,

“There are a few mountain wolves attacking from the west. Quickly go to stop them!”

Rheagar could only brace himself and go up.

He rushed over like an arrow and waved the big sword in his hand fiercely. Although he did not hit a single one, it scared the mountain wolves quite a bit.

“Come, come, wolf cubs!

“Have a taste of your uncle Rheagar’s great sword!”

Although he didn’t hit anything, his action immediately attracted the attention of all the mountain wolves.

Even the Mountain Wolf that had appeared on Matthew’s right had bypassed him and attacked Rheagar.

Rheagar had obviously noticed this scene.

He could not help but complain to Matthew,

“Not good, Matthew. Don’t you think our team lacks a meat shield?”

Then, he noticed that Matthew was staring at him with a strange gaze.

‘What do you think Zeller sent you here for?”

Speaking of, it was strange.

The Mountain Wolves had completely ignored Matthew’s existence. They were all drawn to Rheagar.

They attacked Rheagar from all directions!

“Come on, Matthew!”

Rheagar waved his sword vigorously and finally cut down a few mountain wolves. It had to be said that his weapon was really excellent. With the sword oil, he cut down the mountain wolves as if he were cutting tofu. With a swing of his sword, he cut them in half.

Matthew ordered Soldier to stand by and let Renesme attack with all her might.

He observed the situation and realized that although Rheagar was crying for help, he was actually able to deal with the mountain wolves with ease. Thus, Matthew quietly stuffed the Stats Increasing Scroll back into his pocket.

He planned to use his own spells to assist Rheagar.

However, at this moment.

Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

A nauseating rotten smell irritated Matthew’s nose and mouth.

[Warning: You are about to step into the ritual field of the Order of

Withering-Winter of All Things!]