A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 722: I’m His Dog

Translator: Lonelytree

He still had room to manoeuvre.

“Let’s go!”

Mary Joshua called for everyone to set off.

The underground ponies in the convoy did not have a driver, but that did not prevent them from transporting the supplies in an orderly manner.

In fact.

This kind of Underground Dwarf Horse was an underground beast that was second only to the Kun Mande Great Lizard.

The reason why they were called Little Phase Horses was because they and the materials they were transporting had a very subtle ability to distort and correct the dimensions as they moved through the underground space.

They would automatically adjust the space around them according to the changes in the terrain so as to obtain more room for advancement.

This was a natural ability to cast spells, and it was very useful.

However, the space that the underground pony could affect was relatively limited.

It could only be effective on himself and the carriage behind him.

And the Great Phase Horses that truly had the ability to shuttle between rocks had long since gone extinct in the long river of history.

But even so.

In the depths of the Underdark, such as Deep City, there were still legends of the Lava Lord sweeping through the underground cities with 300 phase horse knights.

Under the leadership of Mary Joshua, the convoy moved forward in an orderly manner.

The tunnel in the underground world was very long, and the surrounding space seemed quiet and dark.

It was also because of this environment a little sound could be transmitted a few kilometres away.

Therefore, it was common sense for everyone to keep quiet when they were secretly marching underground.

This common-sense further intensified the dead atmosphere. Everyone could only hear the sound of footsteps, the light sound of hooves, and the heavy sound of ruts.

It was a drowsy journey.

Matthew sat down on a carriage. The little phase horse stopped for a moment in a daze, then obediently continued to move forward.

He yawned.

Then, the yawn seemed to be contagious.

The few Calamity Disciples around him yawned as well.

“Her alertness is so low…What kind of escort mission is this?”

Matthew looked relaxed.

However, he was alert in his heart.

He turned his head to look at White Helmet. The latter’s entire face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression and face clearly.

And in this sleepy journey.

The convoy advanced another five kilometres.

They passed by an underground stone forest.

Suddenly.

A group of wild beasts jumped out from the cracks in the rocks.

They attacked the carriages!

“There’s an attacker!”

Mary Joshua shouted,

“Defensive stance!”

There were quite a number of people accompanying the convoy. Most of them were from the Dark Temple, and there were more than ten believers brought by Mary Joshua.

There were sixty to seventy of them.

The number of creatures in front of him, including the Owl Beasts, Claw Horrifying Beasts, and Winged Birds, was only 30 to 40.

The Church of Calamity clearly had the advantage in numbers.

Therefore, other than the initial loss, the Order of Calamity had firmly secured their line of defence.

Mary Joshua ordered everyone to guard the carriage and the good phase horse.

There was nothing wrong with this decision.

After all, the number of enemies had not been completely determined, and their mission this time was to escort them. The monsters on the vehicles were their most important assets.

Therefore, the members of the Order of Calamity were rather restrained.

Their main focus was to repel the attacks of the beast groups.

A few minutes later.

Although the fight beside the carriage was lively, it seemed that not many people were injured.

Regardless of whether it was the guards or the beasts, both sides looked fierce, but in fact, few people were injured.

Matthew saw this scene.

He laughed even louder in his heart.

“Do you need me to use a spell?”

He deliberately asked Mary Joshua loudly.

At that moment.

He could feel many gazes on him, most of which were from his colleagues.

After all, on the day Matthew used his signature spell, many members of the Order of Calamity had seen it.

“No need!”

Mary Joshua said loudly,

“You must conserve your mana. What if they have stronger enemies?”

Matthew really wanted to say,

“But I have a lot of mana. I don’t need to save it.”

However, this sentence was somewhat inappropriate.

Hence, he held back and did not say anything.

Just like that.

He sat by the car and watched the two sides fight fiercely in the dark.

These beasts seemed to be trying very hard to disguise themselves as druids from the Earth Society.

They often spoke in the human language:

“Get out of our territory, you monsters who believe in natural disasters!”

“I will tear you into pieces!”

“Mother Earth will not forgive you!”

If it was an ordinary person.

They might even be fooled by their performance.

After all, the Witherers had inherited a portion of the Druid’s power. They could also turn into beasts and have the ability to cast wild spells.

But in Matthew’s eyes.

The difference between an orthodox Druid and a Witherer was obvious.

He had an extremely high affinity with nature.

As long as an orthodox Druid turned into a beast, Matthew would find it pleasing to the eye at first glance.

As for the wilterer, even if it were a perfect imitation, Matthew would still find it vulgar.

This was the power of a domain.

Ordinary techniques would not be able to fool him.

” Perhaps that’s how the Traveler God recognized me.”

Matthew thought to himself.

The two sides fought for a while longer.

Mary Joshua appeared to be very patient as she dealt with the enemy’s weak attacks.

Matthew was so bored that he even counted how many drops of sweat she had squeezed out from her forehead and chest.