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The Strongest Necromancer in a World of Magic

After an accident, Drogo found himself in the magical world and inherited the legacy of a necromancer. Was it destiny or a coincidence? "Underworld general! My bodyguards!" "Princess! Come over here and massage my shoulders!" How did he grow into a world-renowned necromancer? A legend is about to unfold.

MoonTreeBA · Fantasie
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64 Chs

Substitution (2)

In an instant, Gleson was both surprised and full of doubt. But he also remembered the current situation clearly, that they were facing a formidable opponent that he couldn't estimate. He still couldn't let Drogo face this terrifying person alone.

Because if what just happened was Drogo's true strength, then he was still much weaker than himself in his prime, and he would definitely not be able to take on the mysterious person in red.

Just then, Drogo's voice, which had been lowered, entered Gleson's ears again. He said, "Gleson, you'll understand in the future, I'm someone who's afraid of death, I won't do something as foolish as willingly throwing my life away. You can rest assured, I can say for certain, there is a way to deal with him."

Drogo's voice was sincere and steady, and at least Gleson didn't hear any words of comfort in it.

Could it be that his younger brother had even more hidden power? Gleson couldn't be sure, but Drogo's words were far from false.

"Brother, please trust me!"

Drogo had said this, and Gleson had no reason to refuse. In the Dominic continent, respect for and admiration of strong people was common, and the same was true for courageous heroes who dared to face challenges.

Gleson finally nodded and said, "Alright, but you still need to be careful. I'm afraid what he showed earlier was not his full strength."

Gleson walked off the stage, causing a wave of surprise among the members of the Watson Magic Guild. They had considered several scenarios, but the one thing they had not expected was for Gleson to leave Drogo to fight alone.

"Go, Drogo!" A soft and clear voice suddenly sounded, drowning out the noise of the Watson Magic Guild. It was Elaine, standing there to cheer Drogo on. There was no expression of worry on her face for Drogo.

In fact, this was one of the reasons why Gleson agreed to let Drogo fight. He had only just met Drogo, but he knew that Elaine was the person who knew Drogo best. And it was only after noticing that Elaine didn't seem worried for Drogo that Gleson was willing to believe that Drogo wasn't acting impulsively by going up to replace him.

After watching Gleson leave, Drogo smiled slightly at the red-clothed mysterious person.

"Now, it's just the two of us. I really want to repeat what Big Brother said earlier," Drogo said.

"Oh? What did he say?" The face of the red-clothed mysterious person was still unclear, but they asked with interest.

"Hehe." Drogo cleared his throat and then suddenly raised his voice, shouting at the red-clothed mysterious person and all the members of the Watson Magic Guild, "I'm right here. Are you coming one by one, or all together? I'm ready for you."

As soon as Drogo finished speaking, the whole room fell silent. No one had expected Drogo to repeat those words.

When Gleson said those words earlier, he seemed extremely bold and confident. But now, things were different. Gleson was easily defeated by their superior, and no matter how you looked at it, Drogo was at a disadvantage. Yet, he was still able to say those words.

Tyler, who had previously been knocked unconscious by Gleson's magic, has now awakened. Upon hearing Drogo's words, he couldn't help but snort and shout, "You're either shameless or brainless, I can't decide which one."

Apart from the mysterious figure in red, a group of people from the Watson Magic Guild burst into laughter upon hearing Tyler's words.

Despite being insulted, Drogo didn't seem to be angry at all. He smiled at Tyler and said, "I wonder why you never learn your lesson? You're already injured and yet you still can't keep your mouth shut. This is going to be bad for you."

After Drogo finished speaking, everyone thought that Tyler would say something back. After all, he was always quick to respond. However, to everyone's surprise, Tyler remained silent, in a strange and eerie way.

This silence lasted only a short while before everyone saw Tyler suddenly stand up from his seat. Upon seeing this scene, the people from the Watson Magic Guild thought that Tyler couldn't handle being scolded by a mere second-tier wizard and was going to personally teach Drogo a lesson.

However, an even stranger thing happened next. Tyler not only did not go up to teach Drogo a lesson, but also began shaking violently in place. His body, his hands, his feet, everything was shaking uncontrollably.

"Tyler, what's happening to you?"

With a gender-neutral high-pitched voice, Fennimore hugged Tyler, but he couldn't control his shaking. Moreover, as he approached, Fennimore realized that Tyler's wide-open eyes could only see the whites of his eyes, which were rolling upwards with great force.

"What... what is going on?"

Fennimore was bewildered, and the people from the Watson Magic Guild were dumbfounded. What they were witnessing was completely incomprehensible. Tyler had only exhausted his magical power, but his current state seemed like he was having a seizure. They had no idea that Tyler even had this condition!

"Tsk tsk, I told you that speaking recklessly would be bad for you. Look, it's already come true."

Drogo on stage shook his head, seemingly sighing for the sudden seizure of Tyler. No one noticed the hint of cunning excitement that flashed in his eyes, which was the excitement of a successful conspiracy.