Heroes of the Invincible Undead

A hundred meters underground in the city of magic, there is a heavily guarded dungeon. The dungeon is dark and damp, and never sees the light of day all year round. It is shrouded in a magic-forbidden ritual that isolates magic. The outside is guarded by numerous legion members. Anyone who falls into it Those among them will never escape again.

On this day, the dungeon seemed to be lively. Many undead scholars with guarded and serious expressions came to the dungeon and set up various strict magic rituals here. The villains imprisoned here in the dungeon kept flickering in their eyes as they looked at each other, knowing that someone new was about to be sent in.

In one of the cells, a legendary hero who is half human and half lich is sitting in meditation. Even if there are rituals to ban demons near the cell, all the effects of meditation will be suppressed to the minimum, and not even a drop of mana can be gathered in the body. , but for mages, meditation is still the best way to recharge your batteries.

"I don't know who it is, but it fell into the hands of the Lord of the Undead... Judging from the previous movements in the city, it seems that the person who was captured is not an ordinary person."

"I must escape from here... Damn it, no matter who caused the movement just now, as long as they can get me out of here..."

The dungeon is filled with whispers of desperate and crazy people. The only people responsible for guarding the prisoners are lifeless undead and fleshless corpse witches. If you stay in such a prison for many years, the end will probably not be any better. If you go, you will either be driven completely crazy by the torture in your heart, or you will be completely executed if you fail to escape.

Those noisy whispers did not affect the legendary hero who was sitting in meditation at all. No matter what the illusion around him was, his heart was always clear, and there was no distracting thoughts in it.

If an ordinary mage had such perseverance and determination, it would be difficult for him to stand out in the process of casting spells. However, for this evil hero who is half human and half undead, this is a simple matter. Not something to be praised for.

"I remember you...you are the necromancer who seduced the hero Jenny. I remember your name, you are Sandro."

A sound of recognition came to his ears, causing the evil hero to open his eyes and look at the person who made the sound quietly. In another cell not far away, an elf with pointed and slender ears was being imprisoned. Judging from the traces of blood remaining on his body, it was clear that he had gone through a lot of fighting before being captured.

"Who are you? I've never seen you in Eli." After being called out by the elf, Sandro asked calmly.

"I am the lord of the Quiet City appointed by the Elf King, Ivo the Elf of Eli. Although my relationship with Jenny is not good, I know very well what you have done. You deceived the hero Jenny, under the guise of research. Name, and asked her to collect the undead artifact Ghost King's Cloak for you, and finally handed the artifact to Rhodes, which brought deep disaster to the entire Eri." Ivo reprimanded in a deep voice.

Listening to Ivo's rebuke, Sandro just shook his head: "It seems you don't know much."

Ivo didn't answer for a while. After recognizing that Sandro was the necromancer who deceived the hero Jenny and indirectly contributed to Eli's disaster, Ivo certainly didn't have a good look at him and let out a muffled sound. Hum, then he turned his head to the side and ignored Sandro.

Not long ago, when the feast of the kings was coming to an end, Ivo's identity was revealed as expected. He had tried to use the most delicious apple pie in the whole Eri to trade with the King of Lust in the ancient legend, and with the help of a picture The power of the Beast of Larion against the unrivaled Lord of the Undead.

However, what Ivo could never have imagined was that the King of Lust betrayed him first. Not only did he use powerful mental magic to completely bewitch his heart, but he also learned all the information from his mouth and finally handed him over. Given to the Lord of the Undead, what awaits Ivo is the fate of being imprisoned by the Lord of the Undead.

While being locked up in the dungeon, Ivo was thinking about how to escape from here all the time. The dungeon of the Lord of the Undead is heavily defended. Even if the surface of the Magic City is attacked, it will not affect it at all. This also makes Ivo very helpless, but the persistence in his heart makes him never really want to give up, and he is always looking for it. A way to escape.

In order to escape from the dungeon, relying on Ivo's strength alone is naturally too much. The elites of the nearby guarding legions alone are strong enough to make Ivo drink a pot. If he wants to escape on his own, That is something that cannot be done no matter what. For this reason, Ivo can only find a way to unite other prisoners who are also unwilling to be trapped here.

Just as Ivo was looking for a suitable opportunity to escape, a half-human, half-undead figure suddenly flashed across his sight. He also recalled some secrets spread among the Jungle Guardians in his mind, and recognized the man who was trapped in the jungle. The evil hero in the prison is Sandro, who once deceived Jenny.

After a moment of silence, Ivo looked back. From other prisoners nearby, he learned that Sandru had been in contact with Rhodes not long ago, and he might be able to get information about the Lord of the Undead from him. , so he took the initiative to ask: "If you want to escape from here, I think we'd better give up the grievances in the past and find ways to cooperate. I heard that you were taken away by the Lord of the Undead not long ago, and he told you What did you learn? Tell me, maybe it can help with our plan."

Seeing Ivo asking about the previous incident, Sandro couldn't help but frown slightly: "In my perception, he didn't seem to say anything, he just asked me to change to a quiet room to stay, and every once in a while he would He came in to take a look at me, and he seemed to be just observing the changes in my reaction. However, according to my understanding of Rhodes, everything he did had a specific purpose, and he would never do such boring things. , maybe something happened that I don’t know about... It would be great if the Black Demon Sword is still there."

After listening to Sandro's answer, Ivo was obviously very dissatisfied. Sandro's answer was tantamount to saying nothing and there was no useful information at all, so he said with a serious face: "It seems that you don't want to leave here. You're not telling the truth at all."

Sandro shook his head and glanced at him with a slight disdain, not wanting to talk to Ivodo. Then he sat upright again and entered a meditative state again.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Unwilling to do so, Ivo continued to shout a few words to Sandro who closed his eyes. However, Sandro ignored him at all. In desperation, Ivo could only give up and turn his gaze. To those busy undead scholars.

As he watched, Ivo seemed to find something wrong. Logically speaking, the prisoners sent to the dungeon were all enemies of the Lord of the Undead. For other undead, death was not a pity at all. Throw them away. After entering the dungeon, I almost ignored it. Even food and water supply were intermittent. However, the situation seemed to have changed at this moment.

As a member of the Jungle Guardians, Ivo also learned first aid from the rangers. He knew how to bandage the wounds of injured animals in the forest, and he also knew many rituals developed specifically for first aid. What surprised Ivo was that he actually saw from the undead scholars in front of him that they were arranging first aid rituals meticulously. That was simply impossible.

The emergence of this situation immediately made Ivo think a lot in his heart. His originally sinking mind became completely active at this moment. He thought about the person who was about to be sent to the dungeon, and the violent vibrations that came from above the ground. It cannot be separated from the relationship. Not only that, his life must be extraordinary. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the undead scholars to arrange first aid rituals that monitor vital signs at any time.

Regarding the arrangement of the first aid ceremony, the undead scholars seemed to be very poor, and it seemed that they had never studied such a ceremony in detail in the past. For undead scholars, there is no need for them to use first aid rituals at all. No matter how seriously injured they are, they can be reborn immediately in the realm of death. In comparison, the injuries can only be slightly relieved. The restored first aid rituals proved useless, and no necromancers would study them in detail.

"The Lord of the Dead has an order that this prisoner must not die. Is the first aid ritual you arranged useful?"

Facing the busy undead scholars, the face of Warden Narns who came to inspect was full of anxiety. He had never received such a strict order, and he actually demanded that no matter what happened, even if everyone in the dungeon died. Even light can't do anything to the prisoner. However, since this order came from the mouth of the Lord of the Undead, he could only obey the order with all his heart, and immediately found the undead scholars who were the most knowledgeable in first aid in the country and asked them to complete the arrangement of the ceremony.

"Lord Narns, we used to be mages from Brakada. First aid is not what we are good at at all. What we use to save people and treat injuries is healing magic, and there is no need to use first aid at all."

Faced with Narns' accusations and urgings, the faces of the nearby undead scholars were also full of helplessness. Who said that they had no chance to learn first aid in Brakada before? Now facing the request of Nuns, they can only try their best to arrange spell rituals with similar effects. However, the effects of these spell rituals are far inferior to those of real first aid rituals.

Just when all the undead scholars were helpless, they suddenly heard a voice of instructions: "Your ceremony is completely arranged wrong. The proportion of the use of water magic elements has been completely unbalanced. The therapeutic effect of first aid is not only It relies on familiar magic. If the ritual is run like this, it is likely to bring various negative effects to the user of the ritual. Not only will the injury be unable to be cured, but it will actually make the user weaker."

Hearing these doubts, the nearby undead scholars were immediately furious. Some people actually said that the magic ritual they arranged had such serious flaws. Such accusations are quite severe. If they are not handled well, they will be punished. Warden Nunns' chastisement.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, the undead scholars finally saw clearly that the person who said these words was an Eri elf trapped in a prison.

After recognizing the man's elf identity, the undead scholars couldn't speak the words they had just reached their lips. Elves' attainments in first aid are also recognized as the highest on the entire continent. Questioning an elf's attainments in first aid is equivalent to questioning Master Brakada's attainments in magic. If word of this spreads, it will only make people feel uncomfortable. ridiculous.

In the Elf Kingdom, first aid has an extraordinary effect. It can not only heal the injuries of elves and humans, but can also further benefit the animals in the forest. Every year, there are countless seriously injured and dying animals. He recovered from his injuries little by little with first aid, and finally became alive and kicking again.

Faced with the elf's reminder, the nearby undead scholars did not answer for a moment, and they all fell into elegance and silence. They were indeed inferior to the elves in Eli in terms of first aid skills, but in terms of wisdom, how could the elves be as good as mages? opponent? Soon there were waves of rebuttals:

"How we arrange the first aid ceremony, what does it have to do with you, the prisoner?"

"Who knows what you are planning? Are you really so kind to teach us how to arrange the ceremony?"

Facing the constant scoldings from the undead scholars, Ivo shrugged nonchalantly: "Whatever you say, I just saw the first aid ceremony and mentioned it casually. If it really delayed the Lord of the Undead, , it’s not me he wants to punish.”

Hearing the name Lord of the Undead mentioned in Ivo's mouth, the undead scholars hurriedly silenced themselves. For a moment, they didn't dare to say a word. In the entire country of the undead, the reputation of the Lord of the Undead can be said to be well-known by everyone. Deep in the heart of an undead, when Ivo mentioned the Lord of the Undead, no matter how the undead scholars refuted it, they seemed so powerless.

Rather than fighting for the moment, if the final first aid ritual is indeed flawed, what awaits the undead scholars in front of them will not only be punishment from the Lord of the Undead, but they will also become sinners in the entire country who cannot be purged, forever. Leaving a mark of shame in history, no undead scholar would dare to bear this kind of treatment.

As Ivo mentioned, if he really ruined the Lord of the Undead's affairs, the one Rhodes would punish in the end would not be him as a prisoner, but the undead scholars who did not complete their tasks well.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Warden Narns also did not dare to show any sign of neglect. He glared at the undead scholars nearby, hurried forward, and asked Ivo respectfully: " Prisoner, after saying so much, I still don’t know your name…”

"Elf Ivo." Ivo replied calmly.

"Ivo, is it..." After reciting Ivo's name silently, Narnes said again, "I wonder what unique insights you have about first aid rituals?"