The necromancer stretched his hand back from Lei's head and slowly opened his eyes.

"So that's it," he said softly as he looked at Lei who was still unconscious.

"What information?" Martin slowly played with the bone spur in his hand. "He is the friend of the Sith guy, and there is always some information in his head that is not what we know."

"There are many, but it needs to be sorted out slowly," said the Necromancer a little tiredly, "but it also gains a lot."

"About their offensive plan?" asked Martin.

"It must be admitted that Tina's confidentiality work is done well, and even Ray doesn't know much plan. He just came with the Sith to carry out the destruction work in the rear, but the destruction work seems to be hidden under a large combat plan," said the Necromancer.

"A big combat plan? Just like the kind Ron did before?" asked Martin.

"It's very likely," the necromancer said.

"Oh," Martin actually sighed, looking disappointed.

The undead mage sneered and said, "What are you sighing? Are you really sad for the failure of those coalition forces?"

But Martin suddenly turned from lament to joy and said, "Of course not, the failure of these coalition forces is the beginning of us. I am just sighing that those people in Baria are making wedding dresses for us."

The Necromancer said, "Don't be so proud. The good forms before were disrupted. The current situation is not worthy of being so optimistic. Your personality should have changed long ago. Otherwise, the hundreds of thousands of residents of Naraconia and hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both Lambis and Baria would have long been our help."

Martin finally put away his smile and said to the necromancer: "I understand, I will definitely not do this time. That Ron, I will definitely kill him with my own hands."

The necromancer said, "If you want to deal with this Ron, you must put away your contempt for him."

Martin said: "I have already taken great respect for him. I never treat him as an ordinary person. His abilities are no less than the ninth level of warriors. His subordinates are endless. He even has a half-plane in his hands. You know that this was something I learned in Laconia at the risk of my life. It is indeed a loss for such a person not to use for me, but it just makes me more motivated. He is now my biggest obstacle, even bigger than the Sith."

The Necromancer gently bounced his finger and said, "Since that's the case, I'll let you wake up again. There are more things behind Ron that surprised you."

When Martin saw the undead mage's serious expression for the first time, he was stunned for a moment and sat down slowly and did it.

The Necromancer looked at Martin's movements and said with satisfaction: "Today I will let you know the reason for your failure. Ron is really not easy!

The half plane you knew that day might just be one of his many secrets.

If you start from when you know each other, then he is just a mercenary, but this mercenary is absolutely extraordinary. His men are half-elf shooting, and a pair of magicians with both wind and fire, and a genius boy with unlimited potential and sacred and dark attributes."

"I know all this," Martin said. "If a person like him has such a young man around him, he is an extraordinary existence."

"If you think like this, it will be a waste of my guidance these days," said the Necromancer, "but you still haven't noticed anyone else. Ron has a woman named Celine."

"That's someone he knew before, and he was said to have an engagement with him," Martin said.

"What about the identity of the woman Celine?" said the Necromancer.

"According to my intelligence, she is the daughter of a businessman," Martin said after thinking about it.

"The daughter of a businessman can be with the princess of the Orc Empire and the saints of the Holy Holy Church, and have been living peacefully for so many years?" said the Necromancer.

"..." Martin was silent for a while, "She seemed to be protected by some people. I don't know if it was from the Holy See or the Orc Empire. The prince of the Orc Empire, Ariza, is said to have a very good impression of her and once treated him as a sister."

"You can think of this, but you haven't spent any effort in vain," said the Necromancer, "I remember you once found a killer organization to assassinate the Sith, and that Ron."

Martin thought for a while and said, "That was a long time ago, but it failed. The killer organization did not give me any news."

"Hmph, that's after that, Ron found Celine. Ron officially met the Sith. Lei also met Ron at this time. This Lei was a former member of the killer organization. In order to avenge his brother, he escaped from the killer organization with the purpose of killing you, because your hell creature's experiment hurt his brother," said the Necromancer.

Martin nodded and said, "So that's what the members of the Killer Organization are."

The Necromancer continued, "Lei is fine. Although he is a level nine master, he is not an important character. This Celine is not an ordinary person. Her father is the real leader of the killer organization, that is, the merchant you know, a powerful holy master!" said the Necromancer.

Martin gasped and opened his eyes wide.

"Now you should know why the mission of assassinating Sith and Ron failed," said the Necromancer.

Martin's expression kept changing, but he couldn't speak.

"When Ron was fighting with you, he got the Keanu spear, the dragon tribe holy weapon. After that, he also had a strange ability, which was to have extremely long-lasting fighting spirit. From the memory of this thunder, he had never seen Ron's fighting spirit exhausted," said the necromancer.

When Martin listened to the words of the Necromancer, he couldn't help but remember the battles with Ron several times before.

"As far as Lei knows, this Ron seems to have contact with some creatures in the Hell Plane. At the same time, those who have contact with him include the Holy Spirit Church, the Dungeon City, the Elf Clan and even the Magic Guild, and the Twilight Organization." The Necromancer said, "All these forces are paying attention to him. Although they don't know the specific reason, they seem to be extremely interested in some things in him. I think these things are on Ron, just as you knew last time, his half plane may be one of them."

Martin's face became worse and worse. Finally, he clapped his hands hard and said, "I originally wanted to use this person to restrain the Sith and Baria III. Now it seems that Ron must not stay!"

The Necromancer sighed, and he walked a few steps in the room, looked back at the coma Lei and said, "You are always too emotional and cannot face these facts. The secrets in Ron are indeed surprising, but also fascinating. It is precisely because of this that Ron has greater value in use, and we must also use this intelligence to deal with our enemies."

Martin said slowly: "We have too many enemies! Baria III and the Sith, the Holy Church, Twilight..."

The necromancer raised his hand and said, "The so-called enemy is just a conflict of interests. Each of their forces may be enemies and will become friends at some point. You must know how to use them. The Barria royal family, the Holy See, the Magic Guild, and the Twilight, all of them think we are just a piece. Yes, we are just a piece, but we must make a piece that can be separated from their control, rather than a piece that they can manipulate at will. What's more, in our opinion, are they also a piece of pieces?"

Martin seemed to have some realization when he listened to the words of the undead mage.

"You know the secret of this Ron now. He has Keanu spear, a half-plane, a daughter of a holy killer, and a mysterious thing that can keep him fighting inexhaustible. He is surrounded by a giant dragon, a group of subordinates in the hell plane, and even the stunners of the elves, and even a group of powerful subordinates who were loyal to the pirate king Grispan. These people alone, hey, can you deal with it?"

Martin was silent for a while before he stood up and said to the Necromancer: "It was not until today that I realized my shallowness and ignorance. I thought that since I absorbed the power of the mother of hell, my strength had increased greatly. If I were to fight alone, I would definitely be able to capture and kill Ron on the spot. That day he escaped my assassination in Laconia. I still thought it was because of chance and luck, but now I understand that even if I have further strength, I am afraid I will not be able to kill him."

The undead mage looked at Martin with a little depressed will, but laughed and said to Martin: "You can think so, but it's not in vain that I spent my energy to extract the memory of this level nine master.

Since I returned, although I have a variety of magical powers, I have not given you too much ability. It is precisely because I know that you are too arrogant and afraid that you will not know the world and do whatever you want. Only today I am completely relieved. You should have understood the reason for your repeated failures in the previous series. Sometimes, seeing yourself is the same as seeing the enemy clearly. With this mind, and with my guidance, Ron will sooner or later lose to you."

However, Martin lowered his head and said to the necromancer: "I'll ask my father to teach me!"

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Sith was lying on the bed, looking through the battle records about him seriously on that day. This was a complete failure. Hundreds of warriors died because of this. The ninth-level warrior who had been following him was captured and almost killed. Therefore, whenever he saw these reports, countless regrets and guilt surged in his heart, just like countless insects gnawed there, but they could not gnawed them clean.

But he never escaped. Since he woke up, he buried himself between these battle reports and analysis, carefully analyzing all the information, and searching for all useful information from these traces of defeat.

He wanted to treat this defeat as a blow. He wanted everyone to tell him that the crown prince was not so easy to be beaten. He wanted the enemy to understand that the place where the failure was he stepped onto the stone of victory.

The magic lamp shook in his military tent, illuminating his back in a daze.

With a "bang", a small sign suddenly broke.
Chapter completed!