Chapter 79 A life without teamwork is an unhappy life
"She's coming! She's coming out of the Magicians Guild!"
The players who had been waiting at the entrance of the Magician's Guild saw Alia coming out, cheered, and crowded around her.
"Miss Alia, we have been waiting for a long time."
"Let's go quickly, the priest's lecture is about to begin!"
"OK."
Alia nodded and walked towards the Tower of Final Destination with the undead.
Such scenes are common in the Northern City. Nowadays, most of the residents in the Northern City begin to go in and out of the Tower of Destination every day and choose to believe in the God of Death.
Even the magicians of the Magician's Guild and the adventurers in the Adventurer's Tavern were no exception, and there were even many staunch supporters of the God of Death.
In the words of the tavern owner Boya, "If the price of becoming a believer in evil is to listen to some unheard-of principles, knowledge and adventure stories every day, then I am willing to be evil until death!"
The priest NPC in the Tower of Destination was created by Xu Xiaofan using his divine power. When he created him, he instilled a lot of knowledge from speech books collected from the Internet, as well as some knowledge and memory left by the god of death in his previous life.
The priest NPC is eloquent, knowledgeable, proficient in magical knowledge and adventurous experiences, and can express them in a way that everyone likes.
This is much better and more interesting than the group of priests in the Temple of Light who can only read from the script.
This is also the reason why people in the North gradually like the Tower of Home.
Apart from looking a little evil, the Tower of Destination is actually not evil at all, but rather very interesting.
If believing in the god of death can make me happy, then why not believe in it?
Players have used their actions to tell the people of the North that darkness and evil do not necessarily mean blood, massacre, cruelty and ruthlessness.
In times of peace, darkness is actually much more interesting than the old-fashioned light!
The biggest difference between darkness and light is that those who are dark prefer to remain open to their sins and will not use light to cover up their desires.
The players watched Arya walk into the Tower of Final Destination , finally breathed a sigh of relief, and high-fived each other to celebrate.
"These past few days have been really hard. This NPC Alia is so difficult to deal with."
"But it finally worked. From now on, as long as she is willing to come to the Tower of Destination to attend classes regularly, it is only a matter of time before she becomes a believer."
"Haha, tell me, are we pimping for the god of death? We are pushing such a young girl into the arms of the god of death."
"Why, do you still want to snatch a woman from the Grim Reaper?"
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it. It's nonsense."
“Buy human skin!”
"Sorry, I'm a gold player, and I exchanged my life points for money to supplement my family income."
The players left chatting and laughing. Most of them were project team members from the three major clubs, and only a small number were individual players.
Although Alia entered the Tower of Destination, her mission was not truly completed.
Entering the Tower of Destination does not mean that you have become a follower of the God of Death. It is a complicated process for NPCs to become followers of the God of Death. At least they have to be baptized by the priest and receive the blessing of the God of Death.
It’s like nowadays, although there are many NPCs coming in and out of the Tower of Destination, there are very few NPCs who truly become believers of the God of Death, and even if they become believers, they are only at the level of shallow believers.
It is even more impossible for a hidden mission NPC like Alia to become a believer in the god of death so easily.
The players are not going to give up so easily. The project team has already made comprehensive arrangements and preparations, intending to fight Alia to the end.
"Bai Mengmeng, remember to bring a few sisters to comfort Alia at night. Take her to jump rubber rope, play mahjong, etc., to improve the sisterhood."
"Li Tiangou, use your excellent talent as a bootlicker and take people to pick more common magic materials in the wild for Alia. Remember to bring some for Master Beifeng as well."
"Others must also complete the detailed tasks at hand and strive to make the Law of Sad Wind and Alia feel the deep love and care of our Undead camp!"
Today, Alia entered the Tower of Destination, which was a victory for this stage. The project leader was also very excited when arranging the tasks.
Completing the hidden mission is just around the corner. I am really looking forward to what kind of mission rewards the hidden mission will give.
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Two days later.
In the distant city of Thorn Flower, in the Thorn Flower Magic Academy.
The dean sat in his rocking chair, squinting his eyes in the light, looking at the parchment envelope in his hand.
"Dear Dean, I have arrived at the Northern City. Master Sad Wind has begun teaching me new magic. I am doing fine."
"It is worth mentioning that although there are many undead in the city, they are not difficult to contact. They are somewhat different from the evil creatures promoted by the temple."
"They are very interesting and enthusiastic. They helped me a lot. Some of the undead are even smarter than humans. And the Death Priest in the Tower of Destination also taught me a lot of principles and knowledge."
"...That old priest is such a strange man. He always wears a cloak and a hat. I can't see his appearance clearly, but I think he should be a human being."
"I'm very curious about the origins of these undead spirits. If becoming a necromancer can summon such interesting undead spirits, then I really want to become a necromancer."
"I plan to visit Aotian's elder brother, Wardjil Yingbangbang, tomorrow. I heard that he is a powerful necromancer. I want to ask him if he can teach me necromancy."
"...Thank you again for your concern and protection, Dean. It is my fault that I have caused trouble for the academy."
"…The eternal academic mage, Alia."
The dean took a deep breath and put down the parchment. On his desk, there were two letters.
One was from Alia, and the other was a report on the Law of the Wind of Sorrow.
"Your Excellency, you don't look well."
Andrew stood aside and asked with concern: "Is there bad news from the North?"
"Read these two letters for yourself."
The dean rubbed his brows, looking worried and unhappy. "She actually plans to believe in the god of death? And become a necromancer?"
"Even the Sorrow Wind's magic can't stop him. And from the letter, it can be seen that the Sorrow Wind Mage is also very interested in the Church of the Dead."
Andrud sighed, his expression a little serious: "The origins of this group of necromancers are too mysterious. I am worried that they will pose a danger to Alia."
"probably not."
The dean shook his head and said, "I believe in Beifeng. He is an excellent magician that I trained. He did not expressly object. It seems that the Church of the Dead has no ill will towards Alia."
"If even Bei Feng agrees with and is interested in something, there must be a reason for it."
"But if Alia really intends to join the Church of the Dead..."
The dean suddenly stopped here, smiled bitterly and shook his head, the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"I see."
Andrew suddenly realized: "The dean is worried about the Temple of Light. The Temple of Light is now preparing to attack the North. If the Temple knows that Alia has joined the Church of the Dead, she will never be able to wash away the stain of associating with the undead."
"stain?"
The dean was stunned for a moment, then sneered a few times: "For a magician, as long as she has not violated her own magical principles, she has no stain! No one can convict a magician casually!"
Andrew opened his mouth, hesitant to speak: "But the Temple of Light..."
"never mind."
The dean waved his hand and said calmly: "I owe Alia enough. I absolutely cannot let her get hurt again this time."
"I can make any concessions to the Temple of Light, but I will never give in on Alia's matter!"
"Bring me my blanket. I need to go to the palace."
The dean stood up from the rocking chair. He was so old that he couldn't even walk steadily. He was a great magician who was old and decadent.
"Go to the palace?!"
Andrew stepped forward to support the dean, his expression dull. He didn't know why the dean decided to go to the palace.
"Of course, to meet our great king."
The dean blinked and said with a smile, "If I don't go now, I'm afraid the Lion Empire's army will have already headed to the north by tomorrow morning."
"You want to persuade the king to withdraw his troops?"
Andrew was surprised: "I'm afraid that won't work. The Palace Master has gained the trust and favor of His Majesty the King. I'm worried that if you go to the palace, His Majesty the King will not listen to your advice."
Andrew's words were not so direct, but the dean could understand what he meant.
Not only is the Palace Master deeply trusted by His Majesty the King, but just what happened in the North is enough to make His Majesty the King angry.
As a person in power, how could you tolerate part of your country's territory and cities being occupied by a group of necromancers?
The army has been fully prepared in the past two days and is ready to set out at any time to take back the ruling power of the kingdom in the north!
"I am his teacher. Even if he doesn't like me now , he still has to respect me."
The dean's tone was light but firm. After a pause, he smiled and said, "Besides, I didn't say that I would stop His Majesty the King from sending troops."
"The North has been taken away, so of course we have to take it back! I agree with the King's order, and I will provide the Lion Empire with all the help I can!"
Andrew's face was full of confusion. He couldn't understand what the dean was planning.
The confrontation between politics and forces has always been more cruel and ruthless than war.
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The players naturally don’t know what happened at the Thorn Flower Magic Academy.
In other words, even if they knew, the players would not be afraid.
It’s just a team fight!
Everyone is tired of leveling up, fighting monsters and completing quests every day, and has long wanted to do something big.
Perhaps the previous group battles caused the players to become addicted, and some players have already started complaining on the game forums.
"The planner is such a jerk. After we got addicted to group play, they stopped arranging new group play."
"My points are almost rusty, why haven't any groups come to play for me yet?"
"It's so annoying. I'm only 100 points away from redeeming a human skin. I was counting on getting a human skin to cannon NPC."
"A life without teamwork is an unhappy life"
"Brother Cong, since the planners won't arrange a team fight for us, why don't we just take the initiative and attack the temple's lair directly!"
"If you say it here, Brother Cong won't be able to see it. You have to go to the City Lord's Mansion and talk to Brother Cong in person."
"No chance. Congge is useless now. He has no ambitions anymore. All he wants is to take advertisements and make money."
"The streets and alleys of the entire Northern City are filled with advertisements for milk, mobile phones, TV series, etc.! The NPCs are stunned! Yesterday, an NPC buddy of mine asked me what a TV series is and whether it can be eaten."
A gaming life without team play is really boring.
But this boredom did not last long.
Early the next morning.
A hot post appeared on the game forum, spreading an explosive news discovered by individual players!
