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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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The Watson Magic Guild (1)

The waiter rushed in a fluster and said, "My lord, something bad has happened. They are attacking us."

Gleson's face darkened upon hearing this. Strangely, he didn't ask the waiter who was attacking, but instead lifted him up and scolded him, "What's the fuss about? This isn't the first time."

From Gleson's demeanor, it seemed like he wasn't surprised and already knew who was coming. Curiously, Drogo asked, "Someone is attacking us and yet you don't seem surprised at all." Gleson snorted and said, "There's nothing to be surprised about. Without even looking, I know it must be the Watson Magic Guild. These bunch of bastards come and cause trouble every so often."

"The Watson Magic Guild? Another magic guild?" Drogo was taken aback.

In Matthew's memories of the Dominic continent, there was only one magic guild. When did the Watson Magic Guild pop up?

"Come on, let's talk as we walk," Gleson said as he headed out, with Drogo and Elaine following closely. As they walked, Gleson explained to Drogo, occasionally laughing awkwardly.

He really didn't seem to care much about the people attacking them.

"To be honest, one of the reasons why I urgently invited you to join our guild is because of the Watson Magic Guild. I was afraid that if you left our guild, they would come and snatch you up, and then it would be too late."

"Brother, you must have been staying within the family all this while, or else you wouldn't be unaware of the Watson Magic Guild. Let's go back two hundred years ago when Kemp became the guild president and initiated sweeping reforms. In our eyes, such measures were certainly correct, but there were some idiots who didn't agree with President Kemp's actions."

So, because of the disagreement, the original Magic Guild split into two factions, with Kemp as the leader of one faction and Watson as the leader of the other. Watson was a popular candidate for the guild leader, but he was too radical and lost to Kemp in the election. He was strongly opposed to the reforms implemented by Kemp, and eventually led his supporters to break away from the Magic Guild and establish a new organization, the Watson Magic Guild.

As Gleson explained, Drogo realized that the two factions had coexisted for over two hundred years, despite their mutual hostility. This could only mean that the breakaway faction had enough power to compete with the original Magic Guild. In fact, their strength was so significant that they had not been able to reunite the Magic Guild for over two hundred years.

Gleson sighed and frowned, saying that Drogo's guess was correct. The breakaway faction's strength was not to be underestimated. Two hundred years ago, when the Magic Guild first split, Watson's faction was still weak. Perhaps it was this weakness that lulled the leaders of the Magic Guild into complacency and prevented them from eliminating Watson's followers in time, ultimately leading to their growth and expansion.

Nowadays, the Magic Guild was facing a disadvantage, mainly because the group that Watson led away consisted entirely of powerful attackers who specialized in offensive magic. After two hundred years of development, this trait had far exceeded that of the Magic Guild, which emphasized balance. In almost every level of strength, members of the Watson Magic Guild were stronger than those in the traditional Magic Guild.

"The truth is, it's not an exaggeration to say that if it weren't for the support of the powerful Ketch Kingdom and the fact that the orthodox mage guild is far superior to Watson in terms of magical equipment, the orthodox mage guild, with its weaker individual combat strength, would have lost this war of annexation and anti-annexation long ago. Annihilate! War!"

As Gleson spoke these words, Drogo could already feel the thick gunpowder scent between the two mage guilds. "Big brother, you said their personal strength is very strong. But now... you're just one person," Drogo couldn't help but worry. He now knew that the Barlow City branch only had Watson himself, and he wondered if Watson, with his overwhelming strength, could be stopped by just one person. Drogo secretly thought that if it really came down to a crisis, he couldn't let this generous big brother get hurt. Maybe he would have to take action himself.

Drogo was worried, but Gleson just laughed heartily. "You can rest assured. Their personal strength is strong relative to our guild as a whole. But here in Barlow City, even if they all come together, they're no match for your old brother. Hehe, the strongest of those bastards are just two fifth-tier mages, and the rest are not even worth worrying about. And those two fifth-tiers are both main practitioners of wood magic. Do you think I'm still afraid of them?"

Gleson's confidence was definitely not a disguise. With his sixth-tier strength, he could completely stand undefeated against two fifth-tier mages. And with their focus on wood magic, they were even more restrained by Gleson's fire magic, making their already unlikely chance of victory near impossible.

Drogo felt a little relieved, but also surprised, because Gleson had said that Watson's mage guild focused on attacking magic, but wood magic was mostly for support.

Drogo voiced his doubts, and Gleson laughed, "Hehe. While it's true that they primarily study attack magic, not everyone has the corresponding talent. As I mentioned earlier, those two fifth-rank magicians were assigned to the small city of Barlow because they were best suited for wood-based magic. Speaking of which, I'm somewhat similar to them as well, in that we're essentially exiled to the borderlands...."

As Gleson explained to Drogo, the group of four soon arrived at the door. But as soon as they stepped outside, Drogo's brow furrowed. Earlier, he hadn't paid much attention to Gleson's lighthearted explanation, but now that he saw the situation for himself, he couldn't help but be surprised. There were so many people on the other side of the door. Seventeen people to be exact, with sixteen of them wearing magician badges ranging from first to fifth rank.