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Chapter 32 Mary The Historian
Author: Harlyboy
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"How do you plan on obtaining a Death Guard? If you want to create a powerful undead, you will need a very good corpse. A corpse of a powerful figure, perhaps?"

"That's exactly what I need. Luckily, I know someone who knows the location of this corpse. It was the corpse of an Ancient King of the past, said to be the most powerful warrior of all. With his full might, he could be said to cleave a small hill into two. His strength dwarfed even the strongest warrior today."

"Was he your Death Guard in your past life?"

"No. Someone found him and used him to fight against me. I barely managed to destroy him even with my full strength."

"What is the name of this Ancient King?"

"I don't know. His existence was a secret until he was summoned to fight against me."

"Okay, so what is your next step?"

"I will have to get out of here and find the person that knows about this information."

"Who is it?"

"It's a student in a quite renowned academy."

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Astralis Arcanum Academy was a gigantic academy
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