A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1703 - : 463 Subtle Fate and True Order_4

Chapter 1703: 463 Subtle Fate and True Order_4

The good news is,

the alliance of the other four was not solid either.

By then, everyone could see the ferocity of the Red Dragon Druid, and whoever rushed up first would definitely get beaten up.

Under circumstances where everyone harbored their own ulterior motives,

it actually gave the Red Dragon Druid time to catch his breath.

And so,

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both parties fell into a delicate standoff.

The intensity of the battle above the ruins suddenly decreased.

Except for some Frenzies who had completely lost their minds and continued to slaughter each other,

the rest regained a measure of their sanity.

They stepped aside to watch how things unfolded.

Matthew yawned as he watched this scene.

“He is digesting the divinity in the Holy Artifact, and if he makes it through tonight’s battle, although he won’t directly ascend, he will at least gain the status of a demigod and secure the related authority,”

“After this, it will be difficult for you to get your hands on the Holy Artifact again…”

“And although I don’t know how you got tagged with the ‘Murder Mark’, as children of the God of Murder, you should have a mutual sensing, able to locate each other’s position information.”

“You don’t think this guy will spare you after he becomes a demigod, do you?”

Unable to resist, Matthew cast a Sound Transmission Spell to stir the pot.

With these words,

the Red Dragon Druid glared in the direction of the sound.

However, before he could do anything,

attacks gushed forth from all sides like a tide!

Just as Matthew had said, these Frenzies were actually very clear about what they were doing.

Once they had embarked on this path,

they could never turn back – all competitors were nourishment on their path to demigod status.

The only option left was to go all in!

The briefly subdued battle fired up again, burning fiercely without pause.

Matthew surveyed the overall situation, looking out for details, and found it quite enjoyable—

The Frenzies were generally between levels 4 and 5.

This level of massive brawl was the most entertaining; everyone was showing off their powers, and the process of their maneuvers was not so absurd that ordinary people couldn’t understand.

“Indeed, close combat is more enjoyable to watch.”

“Spellcasters bombarding each other, utterly boring.”

Matthew was deeply engrossed,

when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a nervous young man outside the carriage.

The man wore a dark blue uniform and jacket with a clear organizational emblem on his chest.

“Is he from Innocent Balance?”

Matthew glanced at him.

Feeling Matthew’s gaze, the young man seemed even more nervous, but still mustered the courage to say,

“Respected sir,”

“Butterfly City Lord Canning and the Innocent Balance of the Truth Sect invite you to honor them with your presence.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the top of his head.

Matthew drew back the curtain and looked outside.

Wow.

He hadn’t realized the sky had filled with Magic Balloons!

Then he saw a Magic Balloon parked ten meters behind the young man—two Air Elements were also looking in his direction.

“Was it the casting of the Sound Transmission Spell that exposed me?”

Matthew was unconcerned.

He knew he couldn’t avoid the local tyrants on this trip and took this as an opportunity to probe the other side’s intentions—

In Matthew’s view,

this Butterfly City Lord likely meant ill by letting the Frenzies run rampant; the potion he peddled in his gourd was probably not benevolent!

“Okay,”

thus he accepted the young man’s invitation.

The young man let out a sigh of relief and immediately gestured for Matthew to follow.

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Matthew got out of the carriage,

and together with him, entered the Magic Balloon.

The Air Elemental blew a breath onto the surface of the balloon, and the Magic Balloon slowly floated up, heading toward the large balloon marked 131 in the sky.

Along the way,

Matthew chatted with the young man, learning that his name was Weining.

During the boring ride,

Matthew casually inquired:

“Weining, your Order City likes riding balloons so much; has anyone ever fallen off one?”

Weining thought about it:

“There have definitely been incidents of Magic Balloon crashes in history, but all balloon baskets are inherently solidified with the ‘Feather Drop’ effect, so even if it falls, as long as you hold onto the basket, you won’t get hurt.”

On hearing this, Matthew felt amazed:

“The magical world indeed has many redeeming features.”

“At least you don’t have to fear crashing…”

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131 Balloon.

When Matthew first saw the Butterfly City Lord, he was filled with surprise—

It was a man who looked very young, rather short, and quite skinny.

He was dressed cleanly but simply, not lavishly like young Ingram with his sharp edges.

By seniority,

Butterfly should be young Ingram’s uncle.

Yet, he looked even younger, with a youthful vibrancy about him.

“I didn’t expect to meet the famous tree-planting mage in such a way.”

“Hello, Mr. Matthew, I am Butterfly, the current city lord of Canning.”

The other party greeted Matthew with a smile.

Matthew raised his eyebrows,

“What if I said you guessed my identity wrong?”

Despite his slight stature, Butterfly spoke with indescribable confidence:

“Besides the Yin-faced doll, the other two holy artifacts were originally collectibles of the Ingram family and ended up being lost by young Inger at Blood-Drinking Mountain.”

“Tree-planting mage Matthew, although he failed to ascend at the Blood-Drinking Mountain event, he was the only survivor after stepping into Lost Paradise, and rumors say you killed many there—

But I guess those are definitely absurd rumors.”

“As for your coachman… I saw him and just felt he looked a bit familiar, nothing more.”

“The most important piece of evidence is—

We learned that you have been blacklisted by the Seven Saint Alliance for the past half a year, until recently when you met with a Heavenly Mage.”

“Not long after that, rumors about the Sacred Artifact of the God of Murder appeared in the city of Order, coming from the alchemy workshop of those two little girls; I guess you didn’t intentionally hide your tracks.”

“Under these circumstances, if I still didn’t know who you really are, then the city lord of Canning should probably be replaced.”

Matthew smiled, acknowledging the other’s guess.

He hadn’t intended to deceive the local tyrant of Canning, nor had he planned to cooperate with the Ingram family.

But after Butterfly’s words,

Matthew’s heart softened a bit—

“This guy’s manner isn’t that of an ordinary person.”

“If the conditions are right, maybe we should form an alliance.”

He observed some of Butterfly’s abilities.

Total Level 20, profession unknown, probably also a Summoner, great demeanor but average appearance, which probably dragged down a lot of Charm—

For a Summoner,

Charm is an extremely important attribute!

“The recent city of Order seems to be a bit chaotic.”

Matthew glanced inadvertently down at the ruins.

At that moment, the Druid had turned back into a Red Dragon and was now launching an indiscriminate attack on the other contestants.

The fruit of the Slaughter Domain was almost formed.

Whoever could take that fruit,

Could become a demigod after tonight.

But this was obviously not the end of this night.

On the contrary,

The birth of a Slaughter Demigod was just the beginning of the chaos.

“Aren’t you going to send someone to clean them up?”

He directly asked Butterfly,

“Isn’t Canning known as the city of Order?”

Who would have guessed Butterfly would just smile faintly:

“That’s the idea of the Ingram family and the Truth Sect.”

“I, Butterfly, have a completely different idea.”

Matthew looked at the other with curiosity:

“So what are you planning?”

A fervent spark flashed in Butterfly’s eyes:

“I plan to invite you to join me in establishing real order in this city.”

Matthew was taken aback:

“What?”

Butterfly smiled,

“Mr. Matthew, do you know which people in this world adhere most to order?”

“Let me eliminate one answer for you—”

“It’s definitely not the elemental lives; they only appear to maintain order on the surface, but in reality, they are the root of chaos, they are chaos itself!”

Matthew’s expression grew serious.

As a Necromancer,

he of course knew the answer to Butterfly’s question.

But the problem was,

Why?

The next second,

Matthew’s pupils contracted, and he saw a familiar tattoo inadvertently revealed on Butterfly’s wrist.

That was the mark of the Dragon Lich Sect!

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