Something's wrong with my undead

"ended."

Among the people watching, the old mage said bluntly.

People of Vilitas are always known for their forward judgment and wise foresight.

At this time, Osewell forced the two men back on the field with a sword.

Although his blond hair was soaked with sweat and his face was stained, he looked terrible.

But there was a sarcastic smile on his face.

"It's over, filth."

He snorted coldly.

Just then, the wind started blowing around.

The holy light floating in the atmosphere was pulled away and converged towards Osewell.

His heart beat violently, pumping the golden blood mixed with holy light to all parts of his body, slowly coating his body with a layer of holy gold!

At this moment, the three skeletons moved in unison!

The demon-breaking arrow and the bone-cutting knife were in no particular order, and the two daggers of withering and rebirth also went straight to the opponent's back.

"childish!"

This is obviously too late.

They underestimated the opponent's activation speed, and it was already too late to start moving when they saw it.

but--

Snapped!

A ball of blood mist suddenly exploded from Osewell's neck!

The golden and red mist intertwined, completely covering Osewell's upper body.

It also covered his suddenly widened eyes.

The unrivaled momentum came to an abrupt end.

Osewell covered his neck and knelt on the ground, wailing like a wounded animal.

Blood blast!

The skills of the third-level necromancer.

Osewell had apparently forgotten about the necromancer whom he initially considered mortal.

This is what a player calls a level 15 bottom boss, only one step away from level .

But he forgot about it.

At this moment, the Paladin fell to the ground injured, but the battle was not over!

The attacks from the three skeletons hit Osewell's undefended body at the same time!

Among them, Teacher Xia's dark attack is the most deadly.

Under the corrosive effect of the Blight Dagger, almost half of his hand pierced the opponent's back!

At the same time, the two people in the melee position tacitly broke away with one blow, guarding against a near-death counterattack.

As a result, the blood mist became thicker and thicker.

"Do not--"

The fourth-level paladin fell to the ground with a thud.

There was silence in the hall.

"The execution of criminals is awesome, my lord!"

Heine's admiration suddenly came out.

It also attracted the attention of countless people in an instant.

"Should we withdraw?" Mr. Sa asked in a low voice, "Heine has taken away all the hatred."

"He gave me the order to sneak. Brother, retreat first!"

Teacher Xia was the first to escape into the air.

Mr. Sa didn't need to move much - he wasn't very conspicuous to begin with.

"You've all escaped, what about me? You guys can't become invisible, right? MTs (main tanks) have no human rights!"

He has the biggest goal of catching sheep, and he performed brilliantly in the battle just now.

And only his skeleton identity was revealed.

Perhaps the instructions were too complicated to explain without speaking, and Heine didn't even give him any arrangements.

Mr. Sa: "Why don't you just go and stand behind them. Anyway, the summoned objects have the following characteristic, and you can't tell who summoned you."

"...That makes sense!"

Zhuoyang complied calmly.

...

As the blood mist dissipated, the most eye-catching Holy Light Skeleton stood behind the two necromancers.

But to the naked eye it is not possible to tell who summoned it.

So things became confusing again.

Dylan looked back at Catching the Sheep, and then looked at Heine expressionlessly.

How could he not realize that this was the other party's transfer of hatred...

but--

"Thank you."

he whispered.

As a person who is obsessed with saving face, he will not have an attack.

Besides, Heine was the only one who helped him just now, so he should be grateful.

"As long as you don't hold grudges."

Heine smiled.

A mass of experience flew toward him, and he was almost overwhelmed by the stinging burn.

This wave gives too much!

Even though he was used to gaining experience, he grimaced in pain for a moment.

"what happened to you?"

Dylan stared at the sweat on his forehead and...

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the person in front of me is somehow stronger?

"nothing……"

Heine wiped his sweat, looking very reluctant.

Dylan didn't ask any questions, he set his sights on catching the sheep.

"What kind of skeleton are you?"

"Just an ordinary skeleton warrior."

Heine answered immediately.

Catching the Sheep: "Don't stop me, I'm going to trample him to death!"

The two people hurriedly advised: "Forget it, Brother Yang, forget it, forget it."

...

Dylan obviously wouldn't believe such a lame lie.

But he is also a person who knows current affairs, so he just curled his lips.

Heine suddenly said: "I have been cursed with a soul-repelling curse."

"Sorry, this cannot be undone."

"No need to remove it. I summoned these two skeletons before being cursed."

"...I didn't ask you this."

"After being cursed, I summoned another one."

"..."

Heine continued: "So I have three such powerful skeletons, and one of them can also sneak. Don't you want to study it?"

Facing the person who has the most knowledge about necromancers in the McCalla area, he did not hesitate to tell him accurate information.

Moreover, after this battle, the two of them have both a reputation foundation and the qualifications for a fair conversation.

Instead of focusing on research alone, it is better to recruit this only ally in the McCalla Mountains.

He was still thinking about Matt Gitiller's "Psychic Transformation Notes" page.

Dylan remained expressionless, but it was obvious that he was a little annoyed.

"I am not interested."

"Really?"

Dylan frowned.

“It’s nothing more than a spirit, and the affinity for the Holy Light may be related to the Eternal Dawn.

"This has nothing to do with whether you have been hit by the soul-repelling curse. The principle of the soul-repelling curse is to brand an individual as a 'bad character' and to warn wandering souls.

"But spirits don't act instinctively like wandering spirits. They have their own judgment, so labels are invalid for spirits."

You are indeed a professional, and you speak so well!

The more Heine listened, the more he liked it.

"Principal Garay said the same thing, but Teacher Siara said they are not dead souls."

Dylan said disdainfully: "What do the people in the Shadow Temple know about necromancers?"

"So you know it well?"

Dylan sneered: "Don't expect me to fall for such a clumsy provocation."

Heine smiled: "Oh yes, I forgot to mention that most of the holy light in the holy light storage well was absorbed by my skeleton."

Dylan finally couldn't maintain his composure and turned to look at the sheep in horror.

He knew how terrifying the holy light overflowing from the energy storage well was.

So he also knows what this sentence means...

Can this small body contain such terrifying holy light? ?

He took a deep breath and regained his composure.

Then he coldly dropped the following sentence:

"Take your skeleton and come to me at the manor tomorrow."

……

Osewell's death caused a moment of silence in the messy hall.

Shocked, disbelieving.

Then comes fear.

Fear appeared on most people's faces, but few showed the joy of killing the villain.

"The anger of the golden people will burn this place to white ground..."

The hunter in the eastern suburbs whispered tremblingly.

This sentence seemed to ignite a fuse, and the discussion quickly spread.

Most of them were worries, which gradually gave rise to more reflections and confessions.

Heine could only sneer in his heart.

It's as if if George just shrinks his eggs, nothing will happen.

They all clearly saw the holy light falling from the sky the night the Boneyard was destroyed.

But now I can just bury my head in the sand and pretend not to see.

Heine saw Jielun standing at the door, helpless.

He was escorting the tied up mountain people representative. When he came in, he saw this scene, which was very exciting.

As for the latter, people are stupid.

"Jalen!"

Heine waved to him:

"Bring your people to clean this place, and tell the lord that the villain Fu Zhu will be killed here. It's safe here!"

"Oh, oh! Good consultant!"

Only then did Jaylen leave in a hurry.

Many people turned their attention to Heine again, with all kinds of looks.

People who think they are sober blame him for being confused, people who think they are smart laugh at him for being stupid, people who think they are prudent blame him for being reckless.

At this moment, Zhu Yang suddenly sighed in a low voice:

"Perhaps it is the players' pursuit of the 'optimal solution' that created the Scorching Mountains."

This chapter has been slightly adjusted, but after the adjustment, the comment from the friend who corrected my mistake is gone... I'll explain, I didn't delete it, so don't worry if you see it. Also thanks for the advice, it’s great!