A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 931: The Like-Minded Third Party and the Tragic Lorraine

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Rolling Stone Town’s official posthouse.

In suite number three.

After a long four-hour conversation, Matthew left the room satisfied.

During the chat.

He and Camela had reached a high level of consensus on the things that necromancers should do and the search for ancient aura.

It was only after he had a deeper understanding of the situation that Matthew realized.

Camela knew more about the tomb than he did.

Even though Matthew had already entered the domain of tombs and had mastered a lot of tomb knowledge.

But compared to Camela, it was still dwarfed.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the ability ” peer sense” didn’t take effect automatically, Matthew would even suspect that she was a necromancer, archaeologist, or even a grave robber!

All in all.

This Blessed of the God of the New Moon had already reached the peak of her understanding of tomb raiding.

But Matthew’s intuition told him.

Camela’s understanding was purely theoretical.

This meant that this knowledge was most likely imparted to her directly by the God of the First Moon.

“So, was the God of the First Moon the real King of Grave Robbers?”

Matthew guessed without any ill intentions.

This conjecture was not without reason. In some countries full of history, many of the rising stars among the gods had done a lot of research on tomb raiding.

After all, this was a shortcut to increase one’s wealth or strength quickly.

In this pleasant conversation.

The two of them formed an underground alliance.

Just as Matthew was excitedly planning to make a combat plan.

Camela told him that they needed to recruit at least one more partner.

On the one hand, it was because there was a rule about archaeology that had been passed down since the Ether Star Alliance era.

” There are many people entering the ground, only three in a row.”

The meaning of this proverb was simple and clear. It meant that there could be many people going to the tomb, but the number of people who actually arrived at the tomb and acted together should be three.

Camela explained further.

Actually, a multiple of three was also fine, but that would involve more people and things would become more troublesome.

Therefore, three was the most suitable number.

The number of people here did not include the summoned creatures, so Matthew’s plan to pull a few underlings to make up the numbers was put on hold.

Although it was somewhat absurd to apply the rules of the Kingdom of First Moon to the archaeological operation on the continent of Aindor.

But Camela insisted.

Matthew agreed.

On the other hand, although the two of them had rich theoretical knowledge, they lacked practical experience.

The Underworld of Aindor was not as simple as it seemed.

They needed an expert with actual archaeological experience to cooperate.

It would be best if this expert were a Thief.

After all, in the tomb.

Traps were everywhere, and removing traps was a necessary part of the archaeological process.

Matthew could use the cannon fodder skeletons to fill the gap.

However, something like a tomb’s mechanism could sometimes affect the whole body. It was best to remove it manually if possible. It was better not to destroy it wantonly.

Camela expressed.

As long as the last member joined, the Underground Alliance’s archaeological operation could officially begin.

As for the location of the first operation.

Matthew had wanted to set it in the tomb in the Helen Mountains.

However, Camela suggested that they could find a smaller tomb to practice and improve the tacit understanding between the three of them.

It was also during this process.

Camela revealed her true purpose for living in seclusion in Watchmen’s Highlands.

To the east of the Watcher Highland was the Court of Fallen Leaves.

It was also the old capital of the Wood Elves.

According to her description.

In the depths of the Court of Fallen Leaves, there was a tomb with an extremely dense ancient aura.

Camela had basically explored the entrance to the tomb.

The tomb itself was not very dangerous.

The reason why she hadn’t taken action yet was that the tomb was close to the nest of an Ancient Green Dragon!

The good news was…

The Green Dragon had long disappeared.

The bad news was…

There was an adult green dragon that seemed to be a direct descendant of the Immemorial Green Dragon that was still active nearby.

That was the Green Dragon Fattina that Matthew had heard about many times before.

She and the Wood Elves were locked in a fierce battle.

The cunning former had been using guerrilla warfare to pull the elves in their direction, causing Jade Court to suffer.

And the tomb that Camela mentioned.

The entrance was located near the main battlefield of the Green Dragon Fattina and the Elf Windchaser.

Therefore, theoretically, there was a risk of being affected.

Matthew was quite optimistic about this.

With only three people, it was very easy for him to hide his aura with his ability.

What he was more curious about was the identity of the owner of the tomb!

The tomb was located in the Court of Fallen Leaves, which meant that its identity was related to the wood elves.

However, the elves did not have funeral rites.

After all the Wood Elves died, regardless of their status, they were all sent into the Light Transformation Pond.

Within three days, the corpse would turn into a light spot and enter the forest. After a period of time, it would transform into a light fairy or other elven life form.

However, if the deceased were an elf who had committed a crime that angered nature and was severely rejected by the Myriad World Tree Ocean, the elves would be killed.

Then, the pool of light would not be able to send his corpse away.

His soul would be forced into the Underworld like a human.

Even so.

The companions of the deceased would also burn the remains, not leaving behind a memorial building like a tomb.

As a qualified history teacher.

Matthew was very sure that the wood elves had never built a tomb for their own people in history.