At the same time, Loran Hill, who was studying medicine at the Temple College, was still listening carefully to the teacher's explanation, completely unaware of what was happening at the Walled City College.
She was wearing a pure white college uniform, and she and a dozen other students followed their teacher into the mountains near the north of Temple College.
"Today we're going to an ancient battlefield from the Chaos Calamity. It was excavated a few years ago, and it contains many heroes who died in those days, as well as those terrifying and twisted opponents."
"But don't worry, everyone. After nearly a thousand years, even the Chaos Phantom has long since dissipated. All that remains at the scene are the remains of those who possessed them."
"Besides, the entire Emenas has been cleansed and purified several times by the sages. Even if the Chaos Disaster breaks out again, this place is the safest place in the world."
A teacher in a black robe walked through the mountains. His skin was slightly pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. However, the most eye-catching thing was the long sickle in his hand. It was simple in appearance, with a hint of copper in the black. The blade was relatively shiny due to wear and tear, and reflected a faint cold light under the white light of the overcast sky.
"We're here, right here." The teacher walked to an unremarkable open space, stopped, turned around and grinned at the students.
The pale, bluish-purple skin paired with dark red lips was indescribably creepy, causing the students behind him to murmur and feel fear. However, Roland Hill watched the teacher with interest, knowing he had no ill intentions, simply a bit of a bad taste.
"Today I'm going to show you how to unbox... no, open a grave." The teacher swung the sickle in his hand like a hoe, hitting the ground, stirring up the soft soil, and then hit it again. It seemed that he had done this many times before and was very skilled at it.
"It's out." The teacher's sickle hit something and then was brought out. It was a broken bone.
"Come on, come on, everyone gather around and take a look. What kind of bone is this? Is it from a human, an elf, or some other magical beast or creature? And what part of the body is it from?"
The students looked at the bones, observed them carefully, and spoke out various guesses.
Because of his extraordinary abilities, most injuries and muscle tears can be treated relatively easily, but bones are different. If they are accidentally connected upside down, incorrectly, or insufficiently, various problems will arise, so orthopedics is arranged to be studied at an earlier time.
When it comes to this, the most skilled are naturally the transcendents of the Necromancer Order. For a long time in Ivar's history, necromancers served as doctors. They possessed a profound understanding of the human body and extensive experience in anatomy. Even junior necromancers learned to sew corpses, and once proficient, they could easily sew wounds on the living.
Constantly present at cemeteries, performing practical operations (exhumping graves and examining bones), and offering comprehensive services (even if a patient's condition isn't adequate, their life won't be wasted), these black-clad transcendents, before the rise of the Angel Order, controlled the lives and deaths of the masses, holding a high social status. During the heyday of the Mercury Dynasty, becoming a doctor (necromancer) was a particularly prestigious position.
After listening to the students' guesses, the teacher did not rush to deny them. Instead, he asked everyone why they came to this conclusion before revealing the answer.
He first asked the students to disperse, then knocked the long handle of the sickle on the ground. A hidden lavender ripple spread out, and there seemed to be no change. The students present looked at the ground in confusion, with all kinds of speculations in their minds. Loran Hill sensed that within the range with the sickle as the center, the connections in the soil that were usually connected were broken, and turned into particles like fine sand.
Then the ground heaved, and bones of varying sizes gradually emerged from the surface under the influence of the Undead Order's power. The previously suspected bones were thrown back into the mud and sand by the teacher. Finally, the skeleton of an animal was pieced together.
It looks like a horse but is not a horse. The corpse has a long horn growing on its forehead.
Is it a unicorn? Loran Hill speculated in his mind, and many other students had similar thoughts.
"It seems that we are really lucky this time. This is the corpse of a unicorn. But what is special is that this is a black unicorn, not the common white unicorn we see." The teacher began to introduce in detail, and then talked about how to judge the cause of death of this unicorn from the bones.
After analyzing the unicorn's experience of injury and death, although it was a medical course, the teacher of the Undead Sequence seemed to still remember his old profession and began to introduce to the students how to maximize the use of this corpse and transform it into combat power.
Should we add another skeleton to make a skeleton knight, or find other horse-shaped corpses to make parts of the bone spur chariot, or simply remove the horse head and add the corpses of humanoid creatures to turn it into a composite centaur undead knight.
The teacher talked about the advantages and disadvantages of various methods, as well as the difficulty issues. Unconsciously, the direction of the course was swerved again.
After class, the students dispersed and the black-robed teacher picked up his sickle and headed towards where he lived, a house halfway up the mountain.
"Are you back?" A woman who looked to be in her 40s brought a prepared dinner and placed it on the table, greeting her husband who had returned home.
"How was your day?"
"It's okay. I've been teaching this stuff for years, and I've memorized it."
"You can't just recite things. The wise adults have said before that you should base your speech on the current situation and combine it with current affairs. This way, students will be more likely to listen." The wife helped to pat the dust off his clothes, and then the two of them sat down to eat.
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