Chapter 1113 - 1113 Deduction
1113 Deduction
However, after seeing the vines rapidly withdraw, his judgment was completely overturned!
How could a naturally formed forest be controlled by Fang Heng?
That’s right! This was field magic, and it was an extremely powerful continuous field magic!
Heavens!
He had read about such powerful and permanent field magic in books. It was so powerful that it could permanently change the appearance of the field, and the strength of the magic was even higher than forbidden spells.
Randolf’s heart was beating faster.
The powerful field magic was also set up by Fang Heng?
But the strange thing was, wasn’t Fang Heng a necromancer?
Why was this spell filled with exuberant vitality?
Randolf reexamined Fang Heng and couldn’t help but ask, “Lord Fang Heng, is this field-type magic?”
“Uh… Yes.”
Fang Heng didn’t know how to explain this forest and there were so many people looking around. Therefore, he answered with a soft “yes”.
Randolf was shocked after hearing Fang Heng’s answer.
He knew that it was very impolite to ask others about advanced magic, so he cast an apologetic look at Fang Heng and continued to follow the team.
Randolf decided to study hard first and then find an opportunity to ask Fang Heng for advice in the future.
After entering the forest that was covered in vines and roots, the sword saint Chepo’s expression became even more serious. His eyes wandered over Fang Heng from time to time.
An undead feudal lord?
However, he could sense an extremely strong life force in this forest!
This life force seemed to be at odds with the wails of the undead coming from the depths of the forest.
Chepo’s expression became even more serious.
He felt the pressure.
If they were to encounter any danger, he might not be able to protect Lord Brent.
As they went deeper into the forest, everyone heard the wails of the undead.
Recalling the undead creatures controlled by Fang Heng, Ma Xiaowan shrank her neck and felt an instinctive discomfort in her heart.
The feudal lords didn’t care too much.
Fang Heng was a necromancer. Necromancers had the ability to summon and control the spirits of the dead.
Therefore, wasn’t it normal for undead creatures to exist in the Land of Plague which was Fang Heng’s territory?
Following the passage into the central area of the Land of Plague, everyone was once again shocked by the scene in front of them.
Undead!
The undead creatures that were sent to the underground to be resurrected were carrying out the work of transporting supplies!
The foundation of the ghost tower had already been built, and the prototype of the five-meter-tall mage tower was already in front of everyone.
“This…”
Undead creatures could be used to transport and build materials?
Could they really do that?
It was simply unheard of!
Necromancers were extremely rare in the human Empire, and they knew very little about them. They had never heard of dead creatures being able to control and transport resources.
For a moment, the feudal lords were speechless, their eyes full of shock.
The players from the Prilla Gaming Guild were even more surprised.
This was… impossible. Undead creatures could also be used for construction?
The intelligence of the summoned undead creatures was almost non-existent. They were just puppets that could only accept the simplest instructions!
It was not entirely impossible for them to transport supplies, but for a high-level necromancer, controlling an undead creature to transport supplies alone required full concentration of mental power.
The losses outweighed the gains!
Not to mention controlling so many spirits at the same time.
It was simply impossible!
Regardless of how Fang Heng did it, the players suddenly realized one thing.
In the Land of Plague, the materials needed to build a mage tower were provided by the underground world, and the undead could be used as free labor. In that case, it seemed reasonable that the construction of the ghost tower would not cost much.
Seeing the half-built mage tower in front of him, Randolf was even more shocked!
He had just given the ghost tower construction scroll to Fang Heng yesterday.
More than half of it was already built today?
And these undead creatures, these undead creatures were too extraordinary.
Ordinary undead zombies only knew how to attack. Since when could they carry out strange actions such as transporting and building?
First, he had discovered the cave-dwelling beasts in the underground world, then the ancient teleportation magic array, and the mysterious field magic and sacred tree. Now, he had seen the rapidly built ghost tower and the strange undead creatures.
Today, the excitement he had felt along the way was more than the experience of the past ten years combined!
Randolf’s heart started to beat faster.
He realized that necromancer Fang Heng’s knowledge was far above his!
Necromancy…
It was truly unfathomable!
When Tang Mingyue saw the mage tower built in the village, her eyes flashed with a touch of confusion.
She turned her head and looked at Fang Heng.
Wait a minute.
She thought, “What did that mean? You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re not really thinking of building a mage tower, are you?”
Wrong!!
Tang Mingyue looked at Fang Heng.
He was in character!
A real liar would even lie to himself!
First lie to himself, then lie to others!
“Hahaha, I’ve learned something new. I didn’t know that necromancy could reach such a level. This trip wasn’t in vain.”
“Lord Fang Heng, I’ll leave the construction of the ghost tower to you.”
“So there are so many ‘blacksmiths’ here. Will the ghost tower be completed soon?”
“That’s natural.”
The feudal lords’ tour group was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
They didn’t know much about spells, so they were far less shocked than the others.
Seeing the mage tower under construction, everyone was even more at ease.
The mage tower was already under construction, and it would be completed in two days. How could it be fake?
Prilla’s team of players remained silent.
They coldly sized up the layout of the entire Land of Plague.
Ed stared at the transport team behind him. He saw them move the box containing the enlightenment stones to the bottom of the sacred tree and put it there casually.
With a bitter smile, Sarwen said in a low voice, “Boss, we…”
“Leave it to me, I’ll handle it.”
Ed waved his hand and walked forward with a smile on his face, “Lord Fang Heng, as far as I know, the construction of the mage tower also requires magic cores. The number of magic cores supplied by the Empire every year is extremely small. Do you have a way to get that many magic cores?”
“Of course.”
Fang Heng nodded his head. He had told enough lies along the way, and now he was speaking without any hesitation, “It’s not just about the magic core. All the construction materials have been prepared and stored in the ghost tower. However, there are a lot of traps set up. For safety reasons, I won’t be bringing you to see it.”
The feudal lords couldn’t help but raise their heads, looking at the top of the ghost tower and nodding in agreement.
Their trust in Fang Heng was on the rise now, and no one was making a fuss about going for a checkup.
Ed’s heart skipped a beat, and he continued, “Is there anything wrong with letting the undead build the ghost tower? Would the quality of the construction be affected? We just don’t know when the mage tower will be completed, so we want to stay and see it with our own eyes.”