Fierce Battle on the Novro Continent

Jammark will never let Lydia leave easily. He doesn't give up on his goals easily. He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Lydia's escape in a relaxed and confident manner, as if everything was under his control. Following his gesture, twenty skeleton soldiers suddenly appeared on Lydia's path, blocking her way. These skeleton soldiers were summoned by him. They wore ancient armor and held sharp weapons. They looked very powerful. Although Lydia wanted to escape, she seemed to have no way out in the face of such obstacles.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the skeleton soldiers, Lydia stopped quickly.

She widened her eyes and looked at the skeleton soldiers blocking her way in front of her, feeling an unspeakable fear in her heart. The aura of death exuded by these skeleton soldiers made her feel cold.

Lydia whined, but silently recited a magic spell in her heart. A blue magic shield suddenly appeared around her body, protecting her. She knew that this shield could withstand the attacks of those skeleton soldiers. However, she also understood that if she wanted to escape from this dangerous situation, she must come up with a more effective way.

The skeleton soldiers summoned by Jammark were all around level six. Look at the remaining armor on these guys and the glowing weapons in their hands. Lydia immediately understood that these guys should have been Janmark's personal guards during their lifetimes. Originally, she wanted to use magic shield as the mainstay and use her strength as a fifth-level warrior to forcefully pass through, but it seemed unrealistic.

Holding the battle ax, Tucker walked slowly to Jammark and said, "People, leave it to me and us."

"You stupid wolves, you believe too much in your own strength." Jammark said, "Some things are not something you can control."

At this time, a horn sound came from the distant elven realm. The melodious, melodious, melodious and charming horn sound seemed to carry endless killing intent. This threatening killing intent made even Tarke, an eighth-level warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, unable to help but start to tremble. The sound of the horn is like a reminder, making people fearful and unable to calm down.

"Talk!" Lydia called to Talke, she said: "Help me."

Tarke squinted his eyes, thinking slightly, then suddenly lowered his battle ax and said, "Lydia, leave this little guy to Jammark."

"But!" Lidya wanted to say something else. Tarke stopped and said: "It's nothing, the two of us have no chance of winning in front of Jammark."

Lydia lowered her head and began to think. After sighing twice, she dropped Nian Hao's body on the ground, and also dropped the porcelain bottle containing Nian Hao's soul.

"A very good choice." Janmark said.

"Are you planning to kill all our wolves?" Tarke asked.

"No, it's just that Luo Erze needs a king. You wolves occupy half of Luo Erze, which is an obstacle."

"Are you, or Black-Eyed Slaters? Will you become this king?" Tarke asked.

"I am an undead, and only darkness is what I want. Slytes is just a spider. It cannot be transformed into a human form. How can it become a king?" Jamak said.

"What do you mean?" Tucker asked.

Jamak didn't answer, and his sneer spread like a gust of cold wind from his cold armor. This undead monarch clad in steel has a sharp light in his eyes, which seems to be able to pierce people's hearts. His silence made it even more enigmatic, making it impossible to peer into his inner thoughts. And this silence undoubtedly makes people feel an invisible pressure.

At this time, a lot of wolf howls came from the direction of the elf.

Upon hearing this, Tucker's face darkened. This wolf roar means asking for help.

Could it be that elves and werewolves were fighting?

Tarke looked very embarrassed, but Lydia ran to him, lay on the ground, and said, "Let's go!"

Seeing Lydia like this, Tarke didn't hesitate and rode directly on Lydia's back. After Lydia stood up, she howled wildly toward the sky, and waves of sharp wolf howls filled the sky. Lydia is sending a signal of support to the werewolves.

After the wolf roared, Lidia used all her strength to carry Talk and ran away.

Zoro, who had been watching all this, said nothing and walked over calmly. He lifted Nian Hao's body, picked up the small bottle, and then walked to Jammark and threw the two things on the ground.

"You little mage is a bit interesting." Jammark said.

"I want to see how this dark magic is performed." Sauron said.

"People from the Magir Empire are not allowed to come into contact with dark magic."

"I am no longer a mage in the Magir Empire. I have been expelled."

"But after you come into contact with dark magic, you can never return to the Magir Empire."

Sauron sneered: "Dear Undead Lord, I'm just watching, I don't want to learn."

Janmark did not continue to answer. What could a fifth-level mage do? After thinking this, he leaned down, grabbed the bottle, and picked it up.

After bringing the bottle to his eyes, Jammark closed his eyes. He felt that Nian Hao's soul was unusually weak. It seems that this soul is almost wiped out. To heal the soul body, living creatures simply cannot do it. But the guy in front of me is the underground undead monarch Janmark!

"If we don't help, the entire Luo Erze will be wiped out." Jammark said to himself.

Then, Jammark moved his finger, and a skeleton immediately emerged from the ground beside him. After the skeleton emerged, he immediately knelt down to Jammark. Jamak said to the skeleton, "Would you be willing to offer your soul?"

The skeleton said slowly: "For Your Majesty, I am willing to do anything."

Although Jamak rules over the undead, these creatures all have souls. The thousands of troops who indulged him could return from the land of death countless times, but there was always a loss of souls every time they returned. Since Jamak became the underground monarch, there are only so many souls that really follow him. The loss of every war and every resurrection has left very few souls loyal to him.

"The little guy's soul is very weak. To repair the soul, you must have high-grade ingredients." After Janmark said this to Sauron, he put his fingers on the skull of the kneeling skeleton, and a faint black The breath flows out from the fingertips, swirls, and slowly penetrates into the skull.

"It was my deputy commander of personal guards when he was alive. He was a master of both magic and martial arts, a seventh-level warrior, and a third-level mage. Now I will give his soul power to this little guy." After saying that, Zhanmark raised his finger. A cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared on the skull of the skeleton.

Dark magic! Zoro was extremely surprised when he saw it.