The Magic of Necromancers (2)

The little girl's eyes raised up, as if recalling knowledge from a textbook. "For the inheritor, the Crystal of Inheritance brings not only power and memory but also great danger. Once their mental strength is not strong enough to bear it, they will lose consciousness. Mild cases result in idiocy, while severe cases lead to death. If the necromancer is powerful enough, a more serious situation may occur where the inheritor's memories will erase everything of the inheritor and revive..."

Drogo looked at Elaine as if he was getting to know her again. This encyclopedia-like Elaine was no longer the same as the little girl who couldn't even speak clearly before. But Drogo also remembered that Elaine had indeed said before that she couldn't explain too vague concepts, but as long as Drogo pointed out something specific, she could explain everything clearly. Now Drogo realized that Elaine was not boasting back then. It was her true skill.

However, Elaine's explanation of the Inheritance Crystal made him more and more alarmed as he listened. He was grateful that he hadn't died or become a fool. He was also grateful that Matthew wasn't so powerful that he could possess him through the Inheritance Crystal. He had no idea about these things, and he couldn't believe that the fox tribe had records of them.

Elaine explained everything she knew about the Inheritance Crystal, and Drogo listened with great interest. Just as Elaine finished speaking, she suddenly stared at Drogo and examined him from head to toe. Her gaze went from Drogo's head to his feet, and then back to his face. As if just realizing it, she said, "No wonder you can speak human language."

Drogo, who was half-naked, felt a little embarrassed as he was looked over by a little girl. He felt like his skin had become thinner. But it was just for a moment, and he frowned and said, "Hey, I was already speaking human language. It's just a different kind."

"Hehehe."

Elaine laughed, coquettish and charming. Drogo looked at her and suddenly realized that this girl wasn't that "little."

"So now you're a necromancer?"

When Drogo heard Elaine ask this question, he felt a little uneasy. He already knew that necromancers were not well-received in this world. They were almost like rats crossing the street, at most they were powerful rats crossing the street. But from Elaine's appearance, she didn't show any disgust or fear.

"Well, kind of."

It was said that curiosity killed the cat, but when a woman became curious, it was even more dangerous than a cat, and this curiosity wouldn't kill a woman, it would only kill the man around her. Drogo quickly realized that Elaine's questions were like a storm, constantly bombarding him.

"What was the process like when you received the inheritance? Can you use magic now? It is said that necromancers can summon dead warriors to fight for them, and powerful ones can even summon dragons. Can you do that?"

Elaine's questions finally stopped, her eyes shining and her chest heaving. Drogo suspected that she was thirsty from talking so much and that was why she didn't continue asking.

But since Elaine knew the function of the Crystal of Inheritance and had guessed that he was now a necromancer, Drogo no longer concealed anything and described in great detail the pain he had experienced in that consciousness space. Elaine gasped continuously as if she had also experienced the pain of the inheritance like Drogo.

As for magic, summoning dead warriors, and even powerful bone dragons, Matthew could do it, and Elaine didn't know that when Matthew went to capture her, he let the bone dragon rampage in her hometown.

However, Drogo couldn't do it. It was fortunate that he could withstand Matthew's Crystal of Inheritance, but the power he obtained was not even one percent of Matthew's. Moreover, a necromancer couldn't just summon any corpse to fight for him. Either the corpse had a soul imprint, or the necromancer had to mold a soul for it.

In the former case, as long as one learned necromancy, the corpse could be summoned. The only requirement was that the creature's original strength could not be stronger than the necromancer's. In the latter case, only a great necromancer could do it, which was already another realm that Drogo was far from achieving.

With Matthew's death, the magic imprint he had placed on the bone dragon dissipated at the same time. Also disappearing was the soul that Matthew had molded for the bone dragon. At this moment, the bone dragon had turned back into a pile of lifeless gray-white dragon bones.

While speaking to Elaine, Drogo was not idle. The most important thing now was to leave the dangerous place of the King's Forest. However, they were already in the central area near the heart of the King's Forest. It was impossible for him to leave safely with his own strength.

Drogo's gaze swept over the things left behind by Matthew, which could be considered his relics. According to the memories he obtained, there was something among these things that could give him and Elaine a chance to leave quickly.

"This is it!"

Drogo picked up a wooden short staff that was as thick as a wrist. The most striking feature was a large five-colored gemstone embedded at the top of the staff, shining with a mysterious light...