All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Hey, stop. I'm not a monster."

Warrod received a heavy blow on his forehead and immediately ran away in fear. It's just that his small body, which is almost the same as a skeleton, is really not made for running. After only running a few steps, his originally bloodless face became paler and paler, no different from a dead person.

Lan Wu leaned on a wooden stick and stared curiously and warily at this stranger who was selling something worse than a corpse. This was the first indigenous person he met in this world.

This strange man, who was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing a gray cloth robe. It's just that the thin little body is wearing this cloth robe that is suitable for ordinary people, just like wearing a long dress, very loose. But what caught Lan Wu's attention even more was that he was holding a short gray bone in his hand, with a few gray feathers tied to the top.

"Are you a mage?" Lan Wu moved his gaze from the gray bones in Warrod's hand to his face, looking into his eyes.

"It's the Necromancer." Warrod corrected Lan Wu solemnly.

Lan Wu understood. The Necromancer is one of the seven professions in Darkness. He looked Warrod up and down and asked hesitantly: "Do all necromancers have to look like dead people?"

"You are insulting me!" Warrod was emotional, and his bloodless face became a little rosy. Although his eyes were still sunken and he didn't have much flesh on his body, he looked obviously more energetic and human-like.

"Sorry." Lan Wu apologized smoothly. Knowing his mistakes and being able to correct them is one of his greatest strengths.

After receiving Lan Wu's apology, Warrod nodded reservedly: "I accept your apology. Are you a survivor of Thor Village?"

Lan Wu shook his head.

Warrod was a little surprised and asked again: "Are you a professional?"

Lan Wu thought for a while and decided to remain silent.

Seeing that Lan Wu did not shake his head or confirm, Warrod hesitated. After struggling for a long time, he took out a scroll from a bag on his waist. Lan Wu's eyes quickly moved to the gray cloth bag that was only the size of a fist.

"This should be the personal backpack owned by professionals in this world." Lan Wu guessed.

"This is the identification scroll." Warrod shook the scroll and said with obvious lack of confidence: "Thor Village has just been attacked by a group of fallen demons. The respected Lord Akara requires all professionals to go out and save those poor people. So. , since you seem to have lost the relevant memory, then I can only use the identification scroll to identify it for you. If you are also a professional, you should follow Lord Akara's order and go with me to find the whereabouts of those poor civilians."

Lan Wu followed the good advice and nodded happily.

Warrod was visibly relieved after receiving Lan Wu's permission. He asked Lan Wu to turn around, unfold the identification scroll and stick it on his back. After about a minute, he took off the scroll and looked down at it carefully.

Name: Lan Wu

Grade 1

Attribute points: 0

HP: 45 Attack Damage: 0

Mana: 25 Attack Ratio: 80

Stamina: 79 Defense: 6

Strength: 15 Fire Resistance: 0

Agility: 25 Cold Resistance: 0

Stamina: 15 Lightning Resistance: 0

Energy: 25 Poison Resistance: 0

Experience: 15/500

Lan Wu felt enlightened when he saw the densely listed data on the identification scroll. Soon he moved his gaze to the bottom row. Compared with these attributes, what is more important is of course the skills you possess. Skills are the guarantee for running rampant in the dark world.

Unfortunately, apart from seeing the attribute of experience value, no other data is displayed on the scroll.

After reading the identification scroll, Warrod felt significantly better. He hugged Lan Wu very enthusiastically and smiled happily: "It turns out that you are also a necromancer. It seems that God arranged for us to meet. Let's form a team and destroy the hateful demonic creatures together."

Lan Wu was noncommittal. It would be impossible to make the fifteen bug amulets public to the public if I didn't mention them. This team-up is something that cannot be ignored. His ideal is naturally the most stable iron triangle - war, magic and animal husbandry. If you are a necromancer, then naturally it is best for the rest of your teammates to be paladins and barbarians. Warrod is also a necromancer, so his position overlaps with his own, so he is obviously not an ideal teammate.

Seeing that Lan Wu didn't express anything, Warrod hurriedly took out another identification scroll from the space bag and urged: "I am your most ideal teammate. Help me identify it and let you see my attributes."

Lan Wu followed the good example and unfolded the identification scroll and put it on Warrod's back. Soon he felt a faint fluctuation on the scroll. This fluctuation made him somewhat familiar. If you think about it carefully, isn't it the same kind of fluctuation that appeared in your body when you absorbed the black energy just now?

Taking off the scroll, Lan Wu lowered his head and took a closer look. Warrod is a third-level necromancer. Those basic attributes are not his target, just glance at them. His focus was on the skill description at the bottom of the scroll.

Skeleton Resurrection: Level 2, resurrect a skeleton from a fresh corpse to fight for you. Number of summons available: 2

Dominate Skeletons: Level 1, improves the quality of summoned skeletons, skeleton mages and reborn creatures.

"I am an excellent necromancer." Warrod was obviously nervous, and his tone was obviously lacking confidence.

"Why did you choose me as your teammate?" Lan Wu did not give a direct answer.

"Because..." Warrod's pale face had a hint of blush, he hesitated, and replied in frustration: "Because they all call me unlucky Warrod. Every professional who forms a team with me is lucky. The luckiest one fell and broke his finger.”

"What's the most unlucky thing?" Lan Wu asked to find out.

"We were encircling and suppressing a tribe of fallen demons. He was blocked by my skeleton and was thrown into the cauldron of the fallen demons." Warrod lowered his head in frustration: "Although we rescued him, But I was kicked out of the team.”

"Understandable." Lan Wu nodded. Anyone who encounters such a pig teammate would reject him decisively.

"Then... forget it. You will also have bad luck if you follow me." Warrod himself didn't have any expectations. After all, his reputation in Rogge's camp was extremely bad.

"That's not necessarily true." Lan Wu returned to the tree, picked up the muddy T-shirt, and walked back: "Let's go. I need to upgrade as soon as possible and learn the first skill."

Warrod was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic and asked quickly: "Do you really agree to team up with me?"

"Yeah." Lan Wu nodded: "At present, I have no other choice except you. Of course, you can also choose. I don't even have a weapon at the moment. In other words, you are the only one who takes action when encountering monsters until I upgrade and learn how to do it. The first skill.”

"No problem." Warrod nodded repeatedly, fearing that Lan Wu would reject him.

Thus, a team was formed. Lan Wu took the initiative to extend his right hand and introduced himself: "Lan Wu, twenty-five years old. Well... he is a necromancer."

"Warrod, seventeen years old, is also a necromancer." Warrod introduced himself reservedly and proudly.

Warrod seemed very happy to have gained a teammate. Along the way, he kept chattering. Although he was a bit noisy, Lan Wu had a general understanding of the current situation in the world through his verbosity.

"Has mankind fallen to this point?" Lan Wu learned that Camp Rogge was one of the five last strongholds of mankind, as introduced in the game. With a population of only about five thousand, it is also the weakest stronghold.

"The situation is far worse than you think." Warrod took a few steps quickly and faced a carrion walking slowly in front of him. Although the bone staff in his hand is short, it does good damage.

Lan Wu witnessed Warrod, a skeleton that could be blown down by a gust of wind, fighting fiercely with the rotting corpse. After just four consecutive blows, the rotten corpse let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Warrod stood in front of the corpse, raised his staff and muttered to himself. Soon the carrion swelled. With a snap, a gray-white skeleton climbed up from the ground holding a bone knife.

"It's the same as in the game." Lan Wu understood. At this time, a wisp of black air came. With the previous experience, he calmly accepted the experience value that Warrod called demonic energy.

Warrod waved to Lan Wu to come over. He pointed at the pile of rotten flesh on the ground that was turning into demonic aura and sighed: "The undead creatures in front of us were once just like us. It was only after they were infected by demonic aura after death that they turned into such dirty undead creatures. Creatures. As long as there are corpses, they will continue to appear, attack our newly opened camps, and slaughter our civilians.”

"They can only be regarded as pitiful creatures. The most abominable ones are those filthy fallen demons and those hateful demonic creatures. They are just creatures with condensed demonic energy. Before defeating the main body, they will continue to be reborn. So those of us Professionals will receive a mission after receiving the gift of the gods and gaining professional inheritance.”

"Destroy those evil beings and let mankind gain new life."

When he said these words, Warrod looked solemn, not at all lifeless like before. He looked up at the east and said solemnly: "When I became a proud necromancer, I set a goal for myself. I must defeat Andariel before the age of twenty and obtain the qualification to go to Lugaoin. . My parents were waiting for me in Lugaoyin. I will always remember their encouragement before they left.”

"The premise is that you must first reach at least level 20." Lan Wu did not affirm Warrod's ideal, nor did he deny it: "You are taking the pure summoning route, and low-level skeleton resurrection will not bring you strong combat power. Without a strong enough skeleton, it’s difficult to defeat Andariel. After all, you can’t find a suitable teammate.”

"Well, I won't challenge Andariel rashly if I don't have enough strength." Warrod looked determined, obviously aware of his current situation.

"Huh? No gold coins exploded?" Lan Wu was a little surprised as he watched the last bit of black energy sink into his and Warrod's bodies.

"Some undead creatures or demonic creatures contain less demonic energy. This is normal." Warrod quickly walked forward with the newly summoned skeleton.

Lan Wu felt that Warrod seemed to be escaping. He thought for a while and didn't say much. After all, the most important thing right now is to level up as soon as possible and learn the first skill.