The Magic of Necromancers (1)

Drogo woke up and saw Elaine's delicate figure as soon as he opened his eyes. However, she looked a bit different from before. She was standing far away from Drogo, as if she had just seen something terrifying. Her eyes showed nervousness, fear, and concern.

"Ah! You're awake again?"

"Yeah, again. I've passed out twice in front of her, although this time it doesn't seem like I was unconscious." Drogo thought to himself and grinned at Elaine, "Hmm, I'm awake now. Why are you standing so far away?"

Drogo stood up and walked towards her. Elaine was taken aback, "You can speak human language! You can move!"

The successive surprises made the little girl's face even whiter. When Drogo spoke just now, he used the same language as hers, and despite his severe injuries, including broken bones, he was now able to stand up and move around.

Drogo felt embarrassed. He had spoken human language before, but it was just a different language. Accepting Matthew's inheritance crystal, he had naturally learned the language here. As for his body, it was also due to the magic seed's production that all injuries had fully healed.

"Yes, everything's alright now," Drogo tried to keep a gentle smile on his face, hoping to calm Elaine down. "I can talk and walk now. Why are you so surprised?"

Perhaps Drogo's smile worked. Elaine's emotions stabilized a lot, and her pale face regained its healthy color. She then gently pointed at Drogo with her slender fingers and whispered, "You...you're not wearing any clothes..."

When Elaine said this, Drogo suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He looked down and was stunned.

Before being injured, Drogo was wearing a suit, and even after he fell here and suffered severe injuries, his clothes were still intact. But now, his suit was gone, his pants were missing, and his shirt was completely gone. He was completely naked.

Fortunately, Drogo was somewhat relieved that his most important part was not exposed. He still had tight briefs on, tightly hugging his noticeably muscular body. Besides, his tie was still around his neck, swaying in the wind...

Underwear and a tie - this was Drogo's current attire. Not to mention words like gentleman or elegance, even if the old lady on the street saw him, she would curse at him - a hooligan.

"Oh my god, where are my clothes?" Drogo shouted, his memory of over three hundred years not helping him figure out how he ended up in his current state. He frantically looked around, hoping to find something to cover himself with, but found nothing.

There were a few pieces of Matthew's old clothes hanging on the piles of rotting bones, but they were just a few pieces of tattered linen that made Drogo feel nauseous just looking at them. He would rather stay naked than wear those.

Drogo's innate optimism and ability to converse freely soon helped the little girl recover her composure. She also told him about what she saw when he was trapped in his consciousness, causing Drogo to curse General Wynne in his mind a few more times.

"That dead woman, why didn't she tell me that generating a magic seed inside my body would also create magical flames, turning me into a naked man without any preparation? Even if she didn't tell me, she could have told Matthew three hundred years ago..."

Drogo never even considered that the Crystal of Inheritance was left behind by a necromancer after death, and that Wynne turned Matthew into a necromancer hoping he would live long enough. How could she have told him about such things?

After listening to Elaine's story, Drogo not only despised Wynne, but also felt secretly pleased with himself. "Hmph, luckily I was prepared early on and not only left my underwear, but also brought a tie."

All of Drogo's clothes were designed, cut, and made by himself, and his underwear was no exception. The material of his underwear was also very special, a precious fabric that had just been invented. It was said to be military-grade, resistant to knives, guns, water, and fire.

Drogo once had grand plans and secretly collected survival guides for outdoor living, preparing for his future "escape from civilization." Making such sturdy underwear that was stronger than bulletproof vests was also a fantasy that, in the worst case scenario, he could protect the most vulnerable parts of his body in the deep mountains and forests. As for the tie, it was made from leftover fabric and luckily survived.

"When you touched that crystal ball, I wanted to stop you but was too late. Thank goodness you're okay."

Being able to hear Elaine's sweet words clearly and understand them made Drogo feel warm inside. He felt that compared to Wynne's mature and seductive tone, it seemed a bit forced. Thinking of Wynne, Drogo couldn't help but secretly laugh, but he didn't say it out loud. This was a secret that had to be kept.

"You knew that thing was dangerous back then?" Drogo was curious. He wanted to know if Elaine already knew that the glass ball was the Crystal of Inheritance, otherwise how could she have stopped him at that time?

"My father told me that anything around a magician is dangerous and unless you're strong enough, you shouldn't touch it easily."

"Oh, I see."

With Matthew's memories, Drogo no longer doubted Elaine's background. She was the princess of the fox tribe, the daughter of the fox king. Of course, the fox king would warn her to be careful of danger. But then Elaine said something that made Drogo's eyes widen.

"There are many kinds of dangerous spherical crystals that magicians carry, but the most special one is the Crystal of Inheritance left behind by a necromancer of the dark magic death system after death. It can transmit the memory and power of the necromancer to the toucher of the Crystal of Inheritance..."

"You knew it was the Crystal of Inheritance?" As soon as he spoke, Drogo regretted it when he saw the little girl's round eyes. She didn't seem sure at all, it was Drogo who accidentally revealed the truth.

"So that was really the Crystal of Inheritance! I just thought it looked like it..." Sure enough, the little girl wasn't sure at all. It was all Drogo's fault for speaking too soon.