The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The heavy-armored guards appeared in front of people for the first time, stunning everyone present.

The more knowledgeable people were about military affairs, the more shocked they were when they saw the guards' actions.

Twenty heavily-armored guards, each of them equipped with exactly the same equipment, moving their mouths in exactly the same way, they look like they were carved from the same mold, with a mechanical beauty.

On the battlefield, uniformity is a powerful force.

Being orderly means that they are not easy to mess with, that they have a strong will to fight, and that it is difficult to break up such a team.

This team of heavily armored guards coming out of the castle can be recognized as elite at a glance!

Only the twenty people who stood out knew that they had not received much combat training.

Since Li selected them, they have been training in formation for half a year.

The three-stage gun-holding technique they just demonstrated is already their full strength.

Being stared at by hundreds of people with piercing eyes is completely different from normal training.

The guards in their armor had already sweated profusely, fearing that someone would see through their disguise.

Fortunately, they were not the protagonists of this show. The sound of horse hooves behind the city gate saved these young men.

"Lord City Lord!"

"Miss Lucy!"

Lucy, riding on a white horse, attracted the crowd's attention on behalf of the guards who appeared first.

Lucy was wearing a chain mail combat suit with her family crest printed on it today, and a short gladiator cape draped over her side.

As soon as she appeared on the stage, she was greeted with cheers from the whole audience.

Lucy, a leader represented by borrowing the results of Li's creation, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in Windmill Bay.

"My Lord, you must teach these annoying Vatican knights a lesson!"

"Drive them out of our homes!"

Lucy was not wearing a helmet. She smiled at the people. This sweet smile was so dazzling in the eyes of the knights opposite.

This time, Lucy brought with her twenty-nine family wizards on horseback, in addition to herself.

Each of these magicians employed by the Dalai family was dressed similarly to Lucy, only not as dazzlingly as her.

Lucy led her team and gathered on the other side of the square, facing the Vatican knights from a distance.

Both sides sent out fifty people, but in terms of military appearance, Lucy's side was obviously superior.

Lian, who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd and watching, felt Lucy's gaze the first time.

The opponents who had just quarreled a few days ago had a special sense of each other.

Lian could sense the confidence and pride in Lucy's eyes, as if Lucy was talking to Lian.

It's a pity that you didn't stand opposite me.

Lian is the first female warrior in the kingdom who dares to face the battlefield, blood and death.

Now, Lucy, the border earl, is on the same side as Lian.

Lian knew that if she really got into trouble, Lucy would definitely not be able to beat her.

But so what? The fact that Lucy dared to challenge Lian, a warrior who had received professional training since childhood and had always been enjoying the Duke's resources, was enough to explain the problem.

"You fallen Templar Knights, do you still remember who your swords were pointed at when you first swore an oath?"

When taking office, the Templar Knights would swear an oath in front of the statue of the goddess.

The sword in his hand is wielded only to cut off evil, the shield in his hand is only to protect the people, the heart of the knight is as firm as mountains and rivers, and the knight's loyalty is only dedicated to the goddess.

This is the knight's oath that everyone knows. The original Templar Knights were only active on the battlefield against demons.

But since some time ago, the Knights Templar became the armed force of the Templar. They began to obey the orders of the bishops of the Templar and wield swords only to protect their own interests.

Looking at the knights wearing temple robes across from her, Lucy felt nothing but pity.

The poor people who have lost their original intentions will only be crushed into dust in the changing times.

"Mr. Count, your magic book."

"Thank you."

Lucy took the battle magic book from the guard beside her.

The pages of this magic book are made of cypress bark soaked in hazelnut oil.

On each page of paper, frog blood mixed with flame magic stone fragments was used as paint to draw magic runes for elementary fireball.

As soon as the magic book was in hand, a faint heat blew away the cold wind around.

Lucy took off the sheepskin glove on her right hand, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently scratched the magic book.

When the Vatican Knights saw that the regiment led by Lucy overwhelmed their own side in momentum, the leading Paladin made an angry sound.

"You are a villain who confuses right and wrong. You manage the territory without the kingdom's appointment, associate with evil, seduce people, and violate the armed treaty by forming a legion without authorization. Now, I declare in the name of the kingdom, Earl Lucy, you are guilty!"

There was a holy light flashing above the heads of the Vatican Knights, and the holy light depicted a vague human figure that looked somewhat similar to the goddess.

This is a method often used by the Knights of the Vatican to punish evil.

Some ignorant villagers even regard the resonance of holy light as a miracle.

Seeing that the Vatican Knight continued to pester her, Lucy was too lazy to talk any more.

Without any additional instructions, the family wizards around Lucy simultaneously opened the magic books they carried.

Including Lucy, there are a total of thirty magicians, which is the most powerful magical force in Windmill River Bay.

They opened the magic book together, tore off a page together, and everyone gathered the pages above their heads, as if it were some kind of strange sacrificial ritual.

Before the Vatican Knights on the opposite side could react, powerful magical fluctuations appeared above Lucy and the others, forming a distorted cloud of fire.

The fire cloud came into contact with the pages of the book held up by Lucy's hand, and instantly expanded into a huge pale fireball.

A sun appeared on the ground and everyone was driven back by the heat wave.

People wearing winter clothes quickly took off their coats. In just a moment, they felt like they were in midsummer and couldn't wait to show off half a watermelon.

"What kind of witchcraft is this!"

"Go back!"

The Vatican knights were terrified; they didn't expect Lucy to be able to cast such powerful magic.

The Vatican knights who were retreating desperately bumped into each other and were thrown to the ground in an instant.

Lucy, holding a big fireball, looked at the panicked look on the opposite side and felt very uncomfortable herself.

She's getting roasted!

Lucy had only tried this method of casting spells by synchronizing the pages of a magic book once before.

After Li proposed the theory of synchronized casting, Lucy and three magicians created a fireball the size of a wild boar.

Lucy naively thought that she had mastered this simple and effective way of resonance.

The facts slapped Lucy in the face.

There was no problem with the spellcasting process itself, and the magic resonated and merged successfully.

However, the fused fireball magic can no longer be called fireball magic. The fireball above Lucy's head will definitely kill the caster before killing the enemy!

Lucy's hair curled rapidly and smelled like roasted wool.

The magicians tacitly stopped the supply of magic power. The terrible fire bomb twisted and collapsed before getting out of control and was finally blown away by the wind.