I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

"I'm going to die, right?" These were Milton's first words when he woke up.

No sarcasm, no hysteria, just calm and indifference.

Azeweisi's throat was tight: "What are you thinking about, I am the most powerful person in the empire, as long as I think, even God can't take you away from me."

Milton rarely smiled peacefully: "Azeweisi, you are still as confident as before."

This sentence seemed to be a signal of reconciliation between the two. Although Milton did not forgive Azeweisi, he was not as sharp as before.

Azeweisi gently held Milton's hand, and Milton just glanced at the place where the two hands were intertwined, without saying a word.

"There are so many mysterious races on the mainland, I can always find a way."

Azeweisi has been emphasizing such words, but in Milton's view, even Azeweisi himself does not believe such words.

Distant memories pulled Milton back, and he spoke about himself for the first time.

"Azeweisi, haven't you always wanted to know where I went and what happened?"

Whispering whispers sounded in this room from time to time, but from Milton's point of view——

"The plot plug-in is successfully inserted, and the backtracking is started, and the backtracking is successful."

Everything around him seemed to be still, and Milton could clearly see every hair on his face a few minutes ago.

Just in this situation, he couldn't help complaining blankly: "What kind of junk software are you guys? Can you go through the timeline normally? Every time I guess the plot by myself, it's very tiring."

Of course, this non-existent system went offline again.

Milton looked at his hands, which were white and delicate, and still stained with a lot of blood. From the perspective of the situation, it seemed that the Killington family had just been wiped out.

Looking up again, there are towering trees all around, and the sunlight can't penetrate at all. It seems that Duke Killington couldn't accurately locate him when he was sent away.

This dense forest is damp and wet, but also bleak and cold to the bone.

Milton stumbled and walked in the grass almost as tall as others, but his weak body stumbled inadvertently.

When Milton fell to the ground indecently, he couldn't help cursing the damn system in his heart, over and over again.

He simply let go of his strength and lay down on the ground.

Fortunately, the NPC dutifully found him. Milton only heard a strange squeaking sound in his ear, and then fell asleep as he wished.

When Milton woke up again, he was shocked suddenly, only to realize that the coldness of the dense forest before was nothing compared to this place.

Gusts of wind passed by Milton's side, and together with the strange and strange sounds here, it perfectly interpreted what it means to cry ghosts and howl wolves.

And Milton, who opened his eyes, felt that howling ghosts and wolves was not enough to describe this place, and this place could be called purgatory on earth!

The eyes are full of bones, human, monster, it's nothing, the problem is that these bones are not all, they are still colorful, strange blue, strange green, even the occasional white bones can also glow.

Not to mention the corpses with different degrees of decay, the stiff and motionless mummies, and the weird sound effects here.

What kind of perverted place is this?

"Don't look, we met a necromancer who hasn't appeared on the mainland for thousands of years." There was self-deprecating and resignation in the voice, but what Milton noticed was the clear and clear tone, like the collision of jade.

He looked over curiously, only to realize that the person sitting beside him was not a human being. With the pointed ears and delicate facial features, it was not difficult to find that it was an elf.

The elves are indifferent by nature, even if Milton looked at him again and again, he just nodded lightly.

Next to the elf, there was also a half-human tall man with a beard on his face. Judging from his features, he might be a dwarf.

It's just that this dwarf was not treated as well as Milton and the elves. A piece of gray cloth was stuffed into his big mouth, so he was still struggling and whining.

It didn't take long for Milton to know why the dwarf was treated like this.

The wand made a clicking sound when it was tapped on the ground. Milton could hear the savages around him struggling more violently. He didn't know whether it was fear or anger. Even the elves were more alert.

Milton also listened attentively, but he could only hear the sound of the staff, but the footsteps appeared and disappeared, almost nothing.

Milton's heart almost reached his throat, and he stared closely at the direction of the source of the sound.

An ordinary-looking, even a little ordinary old man appeared in front of him. Except for his pair of virtual feet, he looked nothing like the necromancers on the mainland who were dismayed by the news.

But in just a few minutes, Milton overturned all images of him.

The necromancer slammed his staff on the ground heavily, and shouted angrily with the same erratic voice of his feet: "Damn dwarves, dirty dwarves, you can't stop screaming and coaxing every day."

While scolding the dwarf, the necromancer didn't look at him, but kept adding bones of various colors to the cauldron in the middle of the room, and finally spat at the cauldron.

The originally viscous black liquid ignited green light the moment the saliva melted into it.

The necromancer waved his dead wood-like staff, and the one he hated flew up out of thin air and fell into the pot. From the beginning to the end, the necromancer didn't even look at the dwarf.

And that pot didn't change at all.

The necromancer picked up his staff and stirred the pot a few times, then turned around and smiled coldly: "Don't worry, the two of you are more useful than this dwarf."

Milton knew that this "bigger role" would not be a good thing, but it was undeniable that this bought them time.

Milton rubbed aside: "Do you know what he brought us here for?"

He didn't want to die yet, the Duke of Killington had spent so much to save him, and he still had things to accomplish.

The elf, who couldn't even be moved by the death of a dwarf, was also a little depressed at the moment: "It's never good to get involved with a necromancer."

Milton paused: "If the necromancers are really invincible, then they are the masters of the mainland now."

The elf's pure eyes lit up little by little.

Maybe the necromancer was too confident in his own strength and didn't put anything to monitor them.

One person and one elf discussed countermeasures in a low voice while being bound.

"Is this really all right?" Elf looked at Milton's small body, hesitating at the corners of his eyes and brows.

Milton gritted his teeth: "This is the best way, isn't it?"

The two looked at each other, both of them were determined to succeed or succeed.

The right time doesn't come until after March.

The necromancer said in the same gloomy voice as always: "You have fed and drank for so long, it's time for you to do something in return, quack quack."

Milton tried his best to ignore his ugly laughter. Thinking of the past three months, the viscous liquid that had entered his mouth was green and black, and he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

And I don't know if it's his illusion. After drinking too much of that strange liquid, I always feel that my body has undergone some strange changes. Gradually, I don't feel that this place is cold, and even the normal needs of people are gradually decreasing. .

The necromancer's inverted triangular eyes wandered up and down the elf's body, tsk-tsk: "You have a good life, I've guarded you for so many years, and finally stole you out, but now I want to give you a good time for nothing!" .”

"Who would have thought that there are people who are born to dedicate themselves to darkness." When he said this, the necromancer's eyes were firmly locked on Milton, and his hands wandered obsessively on him: "What a perfect Body, young, talented, if I had met you earlier, you would have been my most precious apprentice, what a pity."

He wants to occupy Milton's body!

Milton felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and the old man stared at him lewdly, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, a piercing sound pierced through the air, and a short arrow flew straight towards the necromancer.

The necromancer was a little surprised. With a light touch of the staff, the short arrow melted into nothing as if it had touched some barrier.

"Stubborn bastards always have to suffer."

Accompanied by this sigh, Milton clearly saw countless faint blue lights flashing in this dark place.

The various species with only bones left quietly opened their eyes.

The elf visibly became nervous, he threw away his best arrow and took out a short dagger.

The necromancer finally put away his relaxed expression, and his high-pitched voice echoed.

"Elves are really enviable creatures. They can even take out things like dragon bones."

After the elves used melee combat, the necromancer's movements were obviously restrained a lot, and he was even more wary of the dragon bone dagger in the elves' hands, and the two were evenly matched for a while.

The atmosphere became more and more stagnant.

But obviously this can't last long, the necromancer's tricks are hard to guard against, the elf already has a lot of wounds on his body, and his movements are gradually slowing down.

Not to mention those undead servants who are ready to go, ready to pounce at any time.

Suddenly, the elf moved slowly, and a piece of meat was bitten off alive by a beast bone, and the scent of blood spread.

Seeing this, the necromancer showed a satisfied smile, and waved the staff in his hand, but after a while, the elf had been buried under layers of animal bones.

"It's a pity that this body is left..." The necromancer only spoke half of his words, and the rest could only spit out a broken sound of ho ho.

He lowered his head slowly, and found that a keel dagger pierced his chest. The power of the keel was so overbearing that he could clearly feel the magic in his body draining rapidly.

It's the human being who seems powerless!It's the human being whose magic in his body can't even release a small spell!

How dare he, how can he!

The great necromancer died at the hands of such a weak human being.

The necromancer opened his empty eyes unwillingly, and suddenly, a tricky smile appeared on his lips: "No one can escape unscathed after hurting a great necromancer."

After saying the last sentence, the necromancer lost his life with that smile, and even his corpse quickly turned into a dead corpse.

After the death of the necromancer, the servants summoned by him fell silent again, and Milton fished out the dying elf from under the layers of bones.

Although the elf was seriously injured, he still managed to pull himself together. He put the two keel daggers together and performed a solemn ceremony.

Although Milton didn't know the elves' etiquette, he could see that the elves gave them the greatest gratitude and awe.

Before losing his final consciousness, the elf pulled out the dagger that killed the necromancer and handed it to Milton.

"My name is Seran."