Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 50 I don’t want to be a mage anymore

After browsing through it hastily, Naga mentally ranked the events according to their abnormality levels.

He personally confirmed that George had become a lost soul, and the so-called resurrection could only be the possession of evil spirits.

The source of everything is those two damn necromancers.

Now, I have to use the stupidest method to solve the problem.

He planned to go to the Lord's Mansion first, and then to Kitil Manor.

Considering that the most troublesome of these people was a fourth-level warrior, he specially selected a cane with a dark red texture.

The confinement spell on it is enough to deal with this thick-headed and stupid cow.

He felt tired when he thought that his colleagues were drinking coffee and reading newspapers in Velitas, while he had to deal with the trouble caused by these country bumpkins.

He quickly went out and headed to the Lord's Mansion.

When he first arrived in front of the lord's mansion, two people surrounded him.

The tall man is Jones, a farmer from the eastern suburbs, and the short, dark-skinned man is Frey, the leader of the mountain people.

The former was the hunter who was ridiculed by Naga as a country bumpkin.

The latter was the Konu man who broke into the venue with Osewell and was captured by the guards.

Osewell's body was treated with courtesy and he was released.

It seems that the two of them have been waiting here for a long time.

Frey asked anxiously: "What happened to the mercenary group you are looking for? There are so many people that they can't take over a manor?"

Naga glanced down at him.

Frey and Donald were related, and as a result, after Osewell's death, Donald was not heard from at all.

In addition, the dwarves also lost Elemont, the Son of the Wind. It is reported that he was last seen at the mountain people's market.

So, the pressure was all on Frey.

No wonder Frey looked so haggard and so anxious that he got angry.

Naga: “We are just an intermediary agency that issues commissions, and the Roaring Mercenary Group is your best performer, and we have also supported equipment worth more than 100 gold coins.

"Do you want us to send someone in person? That's another price."

Frey was speechless and could only stare with bloodshot eyes.

As for Jones, he looked pale and panicked: "He...he's back. He's not dead. What's going on?"

Naga: "Where are the two legal heirs? They were sent by each of you."

Frey: "They were all arrested. It was George himself who gave the order!"

Jones also whispered: "I heard from the guards that Arthur is back, the magic consultant and his undead. He, he is really alive, the servants all said so!"

Naga laughed: "So you haven't gone in yet?"

Both of them looked a little ugly.

It’s not that I don’t want to enter, it’s that I don’t dare…

Naga sighed.

When he goes back, he must contribute to "Laugh Out Loud" and include all these country bumpkin jokes.

Political struggles are like children playing house.

Look what so many years of captivity have turned them into.

Fortunately, there are only three months left.

After surviving these hundred or so days, another unlucky guy can come here.

"Wait here, I will come to you after I solve the problem."

Jones asked anxiously: "Don't we need to come together?"

What responded to him was Naga's proud back.

……

The conference hall was barely renovated, but the round table was gone.

But this is convenient.

When Naga was brought in by his servants, his perception swept across the entire hall in an instant.

George, with his head wrapped in gauze, sat directly in front, and behind him stood consultant Heine.

Next to George was Arthur, who stared at him.

The warrior brother's head is tilted, and his burly figure is like a hill sitting there.

Naga stared at him as if the soles of his feet were stepping on thick blood, and the smell of blood penetrated straight into his nose.

Naga only thought for a second before taking the initiative to close the door.

There are only these three people, and the guy's weird undead is not there.

well.

Just do it directly.

The cane tapped lightly on the door. The magic pattern on the head of the cane glowed slightly, but it was blocked by his body.

A layer of transparent barrier silently blocked the entire conference hall, ensuring that the movements inside would not be transmitted outside.

"Third-level sealing technique, you are awesome, black-bellied sister, can you think of this?"

Teacher Xia, who kept sneaking, praised.

He was only four or five steps away from Naga and could see clearly.

This was what Megumin predicted last night.

"Hehe, his 'blood film staff' that is used to attack warriors is made of hemolytic wood core. It looks quite rare, so I collected it."

Megumin, who possessed George, replied.

There were only two of them undead in this room. Zhuoyang and Mr. Sa didn't show up, and Wei Dianyuan simply didn't take them with him.

This is obviously for fishing.

Heine didn't have much mental energy left yesterday, so he simply didn't communicate with the new undead.

Anyway, Wei Dianyuan is a boring gourd, and although Huihui can talk directly, she can't ask anything.

He simply had a serious chat with Teacher Xia.

The core question is just one:

"Can you, me, and Arthur defeat a fourth-level mage?"

Repeated inquiries were answered in the affirmative.

"can!"

With this link, they know exactly where their confidence comes from.

Then Heine went to find Dylan, and Teacher Xia took Mr. Sa, and both parties discussed tactics for a long time.

Most of the time, Heine was eavesdropping on the pre-war meetings here.

Maybe Naga didn't even know that he had received such grand "treatment".

Heine originally planned to send an invitation letter to Naga, but who knew he would take the initiative to send it to his door.

And the door was locked.

That's so sweet.

...

That's so sweet.

Naga feels the same way.

He could even think of the reason why the other party didn't bring those three skeletons.

To prove one's innocence.

From that battle, it was not difficult to find that his undead were surprisingly resistant to the Holy Light.

Therefore, the means of detecting evil are basically ineffective.

Presumably the same is true for evil spirits.

So he wanted to prove to himself that "George was not possessed by an evil spirit."

Presumably Arthur and the people in this lord's mansion were deceived in this way.

This is also a characteristic of the McCalla Mountains, full of childlike childishness and innocence.

...

"I heard that your injuries are not completely healed, Lord."

Naga said as he walked, invisible magic waves spread to the left and right.

Heine was suddenly startled.

Now that he is friendly with the third-level Yuanling, he has a different feeling.

Yuan Ling is being enslaved...

The anger is coming!

As Naga's spell wave spread, he seemed to hear the wail of the Yuanling.

They were yelling "Bad guy~Bad guy~Bad guy~"