The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

"When I believed I should be, I was where I believed I should be."

Crawla said clearly.

Indeed, it was all as a result of following his own convictions that a wealthy aristocratic maid became a magician and an adventurer. Of course, it would be the same for you to be here (Zytheas).

So even if I said 'I'll take my time at home (Lelis) about Creation Festival' as her belief, I can't stop her from not being a 'minister' either.

No, she just said 'appointments are pending'.

"... well, yeah. Then you'll be fine. Ha ha."

……

It's a very tight return for me.

Somehow I felt like I heard a huge sigh from around me (especially the women).

The day after the slightly subtle atmospheric dinner party, Crawla and Reyja headed to the city of Lellis.

At this time, ten days after the Festival of Creation, it will snow quite a bit, so I lend the two phantom horses (Phantom Horses).

Meanwhile.

"But it's cold."

"You bet."

Me and Sedam were also flying through the night sky across phantom horses (Phantom Horses) respectively.

Under your eyes, the snow-covered wilderness continues everywhere, reflecting the moonlight. "The Wilderness of Dusk".

The 'Dusk Wilderness', which extends greatly to the east and west of the central part of the Sedia continent, was once a fertile area known as the 'Wilderness of the Dawn'. A hundred and twenty years ago, we were talking about a mass outbreak of the undead called The Storm of the Dead.

The 'Dusk Wilderness', which is still swamped by numerous undead and sometimes overflowing externally, is one of the most dangerous zones in Sedia. In the sense of the area occupied purely by the continent, it can also be said to be the largest danger zone.

I came so late a few months ago to fulfil the promise I had made with Darmund, Duke of Philsand. Promise means eliminating the undead from the 'Dusk Wilderness' so that humans (Philsand) can pioneer it.

"Well, I hope the example 'experiment' works"

"Experiments".

Actually, I was doing one experiment while fighting the Legion of the Dark (Legion) in Philsand or negotiating diplomacy with the Duke of Philsand.

The spell I used for that experiment was [Carcass Manipulation (Control Undead)].

Only zombies or skeletons can produce with this spell, but ready-made (?) Undead would be 'Necromancer Possessed (Wight)', but would be 'Demon Spirit (Specter)', but it can be ruled (although there are conditions such as the level of subject, spell resistance, etc.).

I mean, can't we let the undead rule another undead in [carcass manipulation (control undead)] and create an army of undead? That is the content of the experiment.

There is a limit to the number of other undead that a united undead can rule, so it is impossible to bring all the undead together in one legion. But if we let that legion attack the other undead, we might one day be able to drive out all the undead.

However, although he had succeeded in ruling and giving orders to the united undead during his last stay in Philsand, he had not even been able to ascertain whether that undead could form an army.

At the end of the year, I finally had time to spare, so I was able to confirm it.

"There are two things I want to be sure of."

"First, I wonder if your reigned Warrior of Death (Death Soldier) is safe."

"Yes, yes. I've been away for a long time."

Me and Sedham were walking in the wilderness where snow white and rock tea intersect. Exactly, I can't stay over the snowy storm for long. The surface doesn't look good at night.

"Death Warrior (Death Soldier)" is the undead of a soldier I happen to discover, and I call him that because he was powerful when it comes to zombies. Hi, Sedia's undead is subtly different from 'D&B'......

"Mmm, this guy."

Not just perfect flatlands, but rock bulges and valleys, with poor prospects. I figured I should have been flying, when I started thinking, Sedam stopped. If you look, the ground at your feet is stiffened, sewing between the rocks like a road continues. I would have missed it alone, that's the Special Forces (Ranger).

"Even the undead can leave a footprint and a path if they have an entity"

"That's what I'm talking about. Quite a few. Over there."

"Hey, is that..."

"What's up?

A half-minute journey down the marching trail with the guidance of Sedham.

There seems to be a fairly large flat ground ahead. But Sedham stopped in front of him. Something tells me there are countless shadows in the flat.

"It would be nice if those were your men's men..."

"Ugh."

Sedam narrowed her eyes slightly and I peered at the far-sighted lens (Telescope Lens).

Arranged to fill the flatlands, an army of the dead.

"Hmm. Wow, is that the opening queue?

"What the hell?"

Me and Sedham approached the legion of the dead from subspace using the spell [Subspace Move (Move Outer Plane)] just in case.

Separating the spaces, the surrounding sights look slightly blurred, but I feel like that was a good idea.

I'm here.

Rusty armored soldiers, adventurers with bows and swords, peasants dangling sickles and swings, bare-handed lightly dressed travellers...... It is still a line of corpses, corpses and corpses of all professions, although the figure of soldier and knight stands out in more than half.

Of course, it's not just a corpse. They claim to be the dead (undead) they live by standing on their own legs, groaning, getting their aura of spirituality up, or lighting a red glow behind their orbits that have lost their eyeballs.

They are lined up in front of a united undead, royal on the rocks, in the corner of the plain. It reminded me of an event I had seen in Japan a long time ago, whichever was neatly aligned.

I don't know how safe it is to be in subspace, but I'm getting a little thicker.

"So, what do you say? He's your Death Soldier, isn't he?

I wasn't the only one who swallowed up a different sight before. Sedam had interesting observations and notes about the corpse's equipment and the colors of the aura. Nevertheless, I don't see much detail from the subspace.

Apparently you're hurrying me because you want to make a direct observation quickly.

"Um, maybe it is, but somehow it's different."

It was a very normal soldier's zombie, albeit so-so in gear, that I put on a [carcass manipulation (control undead)] spell before. Right now, the energy of the spell at that time remains part of my consciousness, acting like a controller.

The feeling from the controller is much stronger than before.

"Well, come closer and you'll see"

You need to be within a certain range to order the undead in real time with [Carcass Manipulation (Control Undead)].

Fortunately, it soon became clear to me that I would sew a line of the dead and approach the undead soldiers standing on the rock.

"Oh, it's him."

"Fin down to the great Nargio Margils!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"Ugh..."

This is amazing.

Out of subspace, speaking to The Warrior of Death (Death Soldier), the reaction was dramatic.

It was supposed to be the corpse of a common soldier, he had turned into a terrible monster carrying a full body armor in a giant over two metres tall, a long sword, a war axe, a spear and a battle hammer in each of the four arms. Or even the design of the armor has changed badly. You'll never know if it's normal to change this far, but the controller of the spell in my consciousness definitely indicates that he was a zombie then.

In fact, he is finally on one knee in front of me and dripping his head (kobe). The thousands of bodies behind him were in the same position at the same time.

It was the translucent man who refrained right behind him… 'The Demon Spirit (Specter)' who issued the decree with a slightly off pitch voice.

"Er, this means..."

……

A little more to the sight than I imagined, I shrugged unexpectedly.

In response to that, 'he', who is no longer an alien dead man, raises his head.... Yeah, the face does belong to a half-corrupted man, that is, a regular zombie. But the disastrous red glow of the eye is a toughness that a normal human would likely faint just to see.

I guess' he 'doesn't speak a word. Look up at me and shake my neck vertically like I complained about something.

"I, Gachanno, tell you the words, Simas."

Apparently, "The Demon Spirit (Specter)" is the interpreter for "He". Does the undead make sense to each other......

"My chief Hamargirus fought and conquered the mission since the creation of Salete, and continued to fight Kete Ginseng Limacita..."

"... I see"

Monster Spirit explained to me cordially, but the first story alone largely made the situation perceptible.

In short, he said that 'he' worked hard to dominate the other undead, making the legions so much bigger. And because I kept winning the fight, I was' promoted (ranked up) 'to something like this, it seems.

"Sedia has a promotion..."

"... very rarely, there are demons that change into more powerful forms. There are examples of long lived ghosts reshaping and wishing. But I didn't know it would apply to the undead."

Sedam's story says that organisms under the influence of magic can make such changes.

"Hmm. Is this an unexpected harvest? It's a comma."

…… ……

"Praise the Creator Margils, Itadaki, Joy, Ultimate Preservation, Jimas."

Wipe your eyes with four arms (although of course there are no tears or anything like that) I could tell that 'he' was impressed without having to listen to Mr. Necromancer's interpreter.

By the way, it seems that the 'he' army is about 3,000 zombies and wight combined at the moment.

"At this rate, you don't have to work with Philsand or Calvinella. These guys are the only ones who could clean up The Dusk Wilderness."

"It seems... inconvenient"

Sedham was right, they were more than imagined in terms of power.

But anyway, Philsand means the Calvinella Knights want to reclaim the 'Dusk Wilderness' to clear up the carelessness of their ancestors. It seems politically problematic for us to do it on our own.

"Shikashi, it's hard to rule the wilderness with our fleas, Shiikato."

"Hmm? Does that mean it's gonna take time?

……

For the first time here, 'he' got sick. Hi. They're ashamed of something.... Though connected in consciousness, it feels nasty to be able to guess the look on the face of the undead.

"'King of the Dead (Susa O)' lurks in this wilderness no ruler Harastrand Grand Fortress"

……

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

An army of dead shook at the name the Necromancer had pronounced.