[Necromancer] Dark Throne

"...This court announces: Roland Strife, deprived of the position of head of the Knights Templar, and Vincastle, acquitted."

It is still the huge circular building that Wayne visited before. The overall frame is composed of twelve extremely rare pure white condensed stone pillars. Each pillar requires two people to embrace it. It is polished extremely smooth and bright. The hall looks magnificent and majestic.

But this time, what he entered was not the dangerous confinement room, but another spacious conference hall.

The chief judge Andariel, the jury of dozens of people, Roland, and the silver-masked old man whom I saw first, are all members of this trial.

The two sides debated for three hours during the trial, and all kinds of evidence and counter-evidence were insufficient, but in the end Roland's immunity offset the fact that he was extremely unfavorable to the murder.

In the process, although he emphasized that his actions were just, the compromise between the two parties still requires certain concessions.

And after the trial ended, Roland and Wayne received transfer orders at the same time.

"Defend Artis?" Wayne was puzzled. "As far as I know, Artis is a small country near the sea in the south. After the bloodbath, there are no survivors. Who should we defend against?"

"Although there are no living people, there are dead people." Roland said, "The dark sky has polluted the soil and air there, and it is already a paradise for the undead. After the dark sky dissipates, in order not to be hurt by the sun, they A huge underground country has been established, and the Holy See has carried out several cleanups, but they always use their location to escape the siege."

"Then you this time?"

"Rest in peace, of course."

"Do the undead have to rest in peace?"

"Shouldn't you rest in peace?"

"They will hate, they will be afraid."

"But no love."

"If a person similar to me appeared in front of you in the form of an undead, would you kill him?"

"will not."

"Ok?"

"Because he has love."

"?"

"Can someone who can say 'The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you' know how to love?"

"..." Wei En almost vomited blood from his internal injuries, he just wanted to be entertained when he was lonely, why not be so bloody!

"So, he's different."

"...You're busy, I'll go for a walk." Wayne felt that he would be pissed off sooner or later when he was with Roland again.

"Okay, this operation is urgent, you prepare."

After leaving the church, Wayne took a closer look at the current situation, and felt that this time could just be used as evidence of his absence, and maybe he could have a chance to step on the spot.

Just by myself, facing the huge defense system of the underground palace, will I be overwhelmed?

Wayne turned his head suddenly, and a pale figure quickly hid in a corner of an alley.

Wayne strode over, looked at the panicked eyes of the other party, and said coldly: "What is the purpose of following me?"

"...I just admire you." The other party hesitated for a while, and finally gave a very unreliable reason.

"No next time!" Wayne turned and left.

"Wait!" The figure behind said anxiously.

"What else?"

"Can I... can I treat you to dinner?"

"No." Wayne

"and many more……"

Wayne ignored him.

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"You take this." At night, Roland gave Wayne a necklace with a golden hourglass.

"what is this?"

"One thing that can be disguised. Among the undead of Artis, there is also a hero-level powerhouse. Andariel asked me to give it to you. This will make the undead unable to find your breath, and even treat you as the same kind. Keep it It’s better, and I’ll use it again in Andalil.”

"Thank you." Wayne's words were absolutely sincere.

However, Andariel did everything possible to prevent Amennar from leaving. What was he hiding?

While thinking, Wayne sent a message to Greenhill.

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Huge, just when the undead monarchs were gossiping about the love experience of the monarch king, a hoarse dragon whistle came from a distance.

Although the distance is quite far and the voice is extremely small, for the Necromancer, who is the lowest here and also at the hero level, it is no different from screaming in the ear clearly.

"It's Greenhill, the little dragon raised by the Monarch Zhixi." The corpse dragon king Shala always pays more attention to the information of his own race, "But didn't he go to the human world to meet Zhixi?"

"I handed over my previous influence in the human world to him, and asked him to come back and report every other month." The shadow monarch hurriedly moved the topic away from himself, "But it hasn't arrived in a month, let him stay away from the rest and return to Here, I think there is a big change."

In matters that have nothing to do with feelings, the Shadow Monarch is relatively reliable.

"Stopping is really boring. The Eternal Sleeper gave us precious necromantic water to enhance our strength. He did use it to raise children." The Banshee Queen said displeased, "If he uses this necromantic water to hit the mana barrier , should be the well-deserved first monarch now."

"I think it's okay." Shila, the corpse dragon king, likes this junior very much. "Greenhill's potential is very huge. If the current development situation is followed, in a few hundred years, once he becomes an adult, he will most likely become a half-year-old." Godly powerhouse, Maggie Nova, an undead like you who has poured so much necromantic water and got stuck at the hero level is a waste of resources, don't you think?"

"Siala, don't be so mean. If the barrier between the hero and the demigod is so easy to pass, the blood, the rest, and that person will not be as high as us." The Banshee Queen didn't care, "I'm not so deep resentment."

"By the way, Zhixi is not so cruel. Is he so strong for Mao, or do we undead need love too?" The shadow monarch looked at the other kings present, "To be honest, I don't have confidence..."

"We don't care about that, except for Zhixi, Blood and that person, who else can support you." Shala said slightly, "Don't talk about this, Greenhill is here, let's hear about Zhixi."

Soon, a young man with black hair and ice pupils, high nose and deep eyes, walked into the majestic and huge sleeping place. He tightly pursed his lips and lowered his gaze, even though all the strong men here are above him , nor can he suppress his very unique sense of existence.

"Baby Green, you're back." The Shadow King floated around him, "Are you all right, is your mother all right?"

Green Hill respectfully bowed to everyone present, and then replied to the shadow beside him: "My king is well. Also, Your Majesty Seans, please respect yourself. I am only His Majesty's mount, please do not damage His Majesty's reputation." .”

Subtext: You pervert, go away, my majesty is not familiar with you!

"...You must be his mount if you want to die or live. The cloud turtle mount I sent Zhixi is so safe and practical, you actually ate it. You choked on the turtle shell and blamed me for giving you food..." The Lord of Shadows was saddened to think of it.

"Can you put aside the irrelevant things first?" Greenhill interrupted him rudely.

The choked King of Shadows who had nothing to say floated aside resentfully, "You child, the older you get, the less cute you are..."

The little bone dragon who would wag his tail when fed some food back then, I miss you...

"Your Majesty has now entered the upper echelons of the church, and everything is going well, but to ensure everything is safe, I need to confirm one thing with His Majesty Seans." Greenhill turned his gaze to the Shadow Monarch.

"what?"

"Your Majesty Seans, you used to be a high-level spellcaster in the human world, and you have participated in the construction of the defense system of the Xilin Palace, right?" Greenhill thought of Wayne's reply, "Your Majesty is targeting the Xilin Palace. During the deduction, I discovered a large number of spell formulas that you are good at."

"That happened 600 years ago." The Shadow Monarch thought hard, "It seems that there is such a thing, by the way, I just singled out the entire Mage Association at that time, and my own Mage Tower was severely damaged. It is extremely valuable and rare, and then the church knew about it somehow, so I spent ten years designing the defense system of the underground palace for them, and then they used all their forces to find all the materials for me."

"Okay, Your Majesty asked you to wait for him tomorrow night and go to Xilindi Palace with him. With the abilities of the other ten lords, it is no problem for you to leave for two days."

"That's no problem," the Blood Knight King said lightly, "but Xilin is heavily guarded. Our goal is to seize the pupil of Xikuma intact. We can't take any risk if the god's eyes are damaged. Otherwise, I would have already flattened the human world." .”

"No problem." Greenhill took out a silver chain with an extremely delicate hourglass pendant on it. The golden fine sand was soft and beautiful, but it didn't flow.

"This...is a 'true lie'..." sighed the Banshee Queen.

Seeing this thing, she seemed to return to those sweet and painful years, that handsome but resolute face slowly fell down, with a look of pride and nobility, the handle obliquely inserted into the sacred ground The sword still uttered dragon chant, resounding throughout the whole world, and Maggie Nova became a little crazy. It was the most unforgettable dream in her life, and it was also the saddest dream in her life. Although 20 years had passed, she found that Whenever I feel lonely in my heart, my dry mind always thinks of that arrogant and unyielding man.

Even if you die, you will never surrender.

Amennar snatched this thing back then and left her side.

The Shadow King patted her comfortingly: "It's okay, who didn't love a few scumbags when they were young."

"He's not a scum, don't blame me if you talk nonsense." The Banshee Queen snorted coldly, then suddenly turned to look at the corpse dragon king, "If not, if not..."

"It's not what?" Shila, the corpse dragon king, gave him a cold look, "That's right, it was I who planned that Armennar and Roland meet at the border of the undead, and let his elopement go to waste. Domestic sales, let alone stop, the Necromancer absolutely prohibits export!"