[Necromancer] Dark Throne

After a long while, Falcon flew back refreshed. He had just pecked the man, and he was doing His Majesty a favor.

"Mobilize all forces to investigate the news of Artis' death." Wayne said coldly.

"Okay, is there anything else you need me to answer, Your Majesty?" Greenhill wanted to stay.

"No more." Wayne thought for a while, then asked, "What's going on in the Abyss of the Undead?"

"There is no situation. The eleven monarchs are divided into two waves, and they take turns to support the dark sky. The king of the abyss demon royal family is sure. By the way, they also invited you, the King of Terror, and the King of Blood Knights to watch the ceremony."

"Don't call him by his title." Wayne shook his head slightly, "That person has touched the edge of the law, and he is only one step away from becoming a god. You just need to call out his name, no matter what you say, he will It can be felt."

"I'm afraid... that person is already so powerful?" Green Hill was extremely surprised, "Didn't you say that the most powerful one is the Blood Knight King?"

"The power of blood is due to the explosion. He can explode with power close to the gods in a limited time. He has always had a better chance of winning in a life-or-death fight. But when it comes to winning or losing, none of us can compare to that person. Twelve The king is the territory set up by the Sleeper after he ruled the abyss, and that person existed long before that, and no one knows how deep he is." Wayne touched his head and warned, "You are not as big as the other ten monarchs. It's fine if it's not small, but you must not make mistakes in front of that person, he is the only one who won't buy it from me."

"Green understands, Your Majesty, how long will you stay here?"

"Hurry up, go back."

"Yes."

Wayne watched Green fly in the direction of the setting sun, began to sort out the recent things, and finally came to the conclusion that it was very necessary to go once, the undead dungeon of Artis.

There, there may be clues I'm looking for.

When there is no action, Colin at night is very quiet.Because darkness is the stage of the undead, the living will return to a safe place after the sun goes down, recharge their batteries and wait for the next day's battle. Even the soldiers on duty on the street will deliberately walk lightly.

Wayne tidied up and prepared to leave his body behind and go to the undead base camp a hundred miles away alone.

Just as he was about to go out, there was a long cry of "woo", letting Wayne know that he couldn't go out.

That night, the dead besieged the city.

"It's really spectacular!" Wayne stood at the top of the city, looking at the endless undead, and a recruit had to sigh, "This is the bones of the entire Artis thousands of years ago crawling out of the ground. what?"

The local veteran beside him sneered and said, "Spectacular!? Boy, the opponent is an enemy! Even if there is a city wall, it may not be able to withstand the attacks of so many enemies."

Wayne didn't respond at all. From the perspective of the king of Xixi, this 10,000+ skeleton ghouls simply can't get on the stage to cause trouble. Look at those skeletons of different heights. If you want to walk 500 meters, the queue will definitely meet. It was a mess, the big undead couldn't control his pace and walked bigger and bigger, the short man behind him could only speed up his pace, and he was basically running at the end of the queue. Don't expect to get up, it's nice to have half the line left when you arrive at your destination.

Standing aside, Roland was surrounded by busy peasants and soldiers, carrying batches of arrows to the top of the city; in the distance, three or four peasants and soldiers were fixing a huge iron bucket on a fliptable support.Soldiers carrying command flags rushed past from time to time, bringing a chill to the air.

"What's the situation?" Wayne asked Roland, haven't you already hooked up with the undead?

"It's not Karin's troops, her troops are all cavalry, these are not."

"Then where did they come from?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling. You have to be careful not to leave me too far." Roland's intuition has always been extremely accurate.

Wayne nodded.

The first wave of rockets flew out chaotically, drawing fragmentary arcs in mid-air, and the bodies of the ghouls who were hit by the arrows burst into flames, but as if they didn't realize it, they rushed to the city wall quickly. The new knights, who had never seen this battle before, were at a loss, holding an arrow in a daze, and glanced around. There were soldiers everywhere, looking at the undead warriors swarming up like ants with fear on their faces.

"Don't panic, the enemy hasn't climbed to the top of the city yet!" The officers shouted loudly, "Get ready for hot oil!"

The hot oil fell, and a scorched stench immediately filled the battlefield. Countless human-shaped fireballs wailed and rolled under the city wall, mixed with falling corpses. The recruits clearly understood what hell was like.

The first wave of attacks was quickly repelled, and the enemy did not immediately launch a second wave of attacks, but retreated slowly for half a mile and temporarily settled down.

There were corpses everywhere under the city, and the blood merged into a stream, gurgling under the rays of the setting sun.This time the attack, the opponent was only tentative, and had already left no less than a thousand corpses. I really don't know what kind of Shura Prison the real decisive battle will be.

Wayne didn't react too much. He had seen this kind of scene too much, and he and the Banshee Queen never pinched more grandly than this.

The city was full of wailing. Although the human beings suffered far less losses than the enemy, more than a hundred people were killed and nearly a thousand were injured. The originally expected relatively easy defense of the city suddenly became vicious.

Neither Wayne nor Roland made a move. They both keenly felt the unusualness of this battle.

This is a night of blood.

When the first ray of morning light appeared, the entire city was covered in a sea of ​​blood, and the corpses of the enemy and us were covered in a thick layer.There were groans everywhere, and the undead people lay powerlessly among the corpses, looking up at the sky with blank eyes More than a hundred people.Now, but the problem is that Lei Linnan has never proposed to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

If it’s night, it’s okay, because the fighting power of the undead at night is not comparable to that of humans, but if the other party doesn’t propose during the day, not only Roland, but Wayne will also find it strange, because there are 10,000+ garrisons in the city.

Out of caution, Roland did not line up troops.

It was almost noon when scouts reported that they had found news of Karin Windwolf's troops.

Lei Linnan asked to lead the Paladin troops into battle.

Roland originally planned to refuse, but considering that the cooperation between the Holy See and the undead is an absolute secret, in order to avoid suspicion, he decided to fight with Lei Linnan.

Wayne is stationed in the city. After all, for him, as long as Lei Linnan is not around, no one can threaten him, so he agrees to stay at the headquarters, but he is just a decoration and has no interest in raising any opinions.

However, he found that there were many strange books in the former legion's bookcase.

Romance novels, is there such a thing here?

Anyway, it’s okay, Wayne opened a book and read it.

Just a moment later, Wayne was getting better, when suddenly, a strong blinding flash lighted up outside the window, before Wayne could make any response, the wall on one side suddenly shattered, and behind the shattered fragments, A piercing sword light exuding a powerful holy light suddenly flashed, piercing towards his throat like lightning!

In the blink of an eye, the sharp blade almost touched Wayne's neck!

He stepped slightly to the left——

The long sword directly brushed away without a trace, and Wayne had already completed a set of energy accumulation movements. His body jumped in the air, and he stepped on it, pressing the opponent's long sword, and at the same time With a wave of his right hand, a silver throwing knife drew an elegant arc, and slashed at the opponent's head!

The assailant flipped his wrist, and the long sword that was stepped on by Wayne turned upside down. Wayne turned over in the air, and the throwing knife in his right hand was changed to throwing. With a sharp whistle and a bang, it pierced into the opponent's right eye. , stuck on the helmet.

It doesn't seem to hurt the brain.Hearing the sound of the nail being nailed, Wayne felt a little regretful.

The opponent wailed in pain, and the hunter grabbed his right hand and flipped in the air. The huge inertia pulled the attacker into a circular arc in the air, smashing the wall on the other side.

Wayne stood quietly among the smoke and dust, and said lightly, "Who told you to come?"

Who said that hunters are useless when they get close, Wayne felt a little proud. With the agility of a hunter, he is completely the king of melee combat. With my opponent's strength, if I fight in close combat, I can fight Roland five or five times without any problem. , of course, his power must be locked at the ninth level.

What answered him was a sudden brilliant light—it was the effect caused by the high concentration of scorching holy light on the sword made of expensive metal, and all he could see was that brilliant light, and he couldn’t see anything, Wayne Slightly frowning, such a strong will, dare to work hard like this.

The light flashed, the long sword cut across the phantom left by him, blasting a huge deep ditch on the ground where he was standing just now, and the figure of Wayne appeared behind him like a ghost, his right hand wiped his throat .

"You, you..." The assailant held him with his right hand and trembled a few times, "It's not..."

"No, I'm a hunter." The strong man who just used the flash technique smiled, "I just know a little magic, but since you see it, you can't live."

"You..." The assailant fell down completely, his only remaining eye staring at him firmly, without closing it.

"Heh, do you think death is the end?" Wayne put his hand on his forehead, and lifted it lightly, a cloud of blue soul suddenly condensed in his palm, and finally turned into a gem.

Wayne eats the gem.

The injury on his right hand healed by half in an instant. Sure enough, does the Lich still need to eat souls to make up for it?

He looked at the last remaining soul core of the opponent, forget it, give him a chance to reincarnate.

Just when he was about to call someone to clean up and change the room by the way.The sound of soldiers gathering suddenly sounded around.

It's so slow that the assassins are only now being discovered.

Wayne was displeased, if it was his undead, each of these guards would die again.

However, the surrounding archers suddenly surrounded the crumbling courtyard, and all the longbows in their hands were aimed at him.

"Vencaso colluded with the undead, killed the judge who came to arrest him, flouted the law, and betrayed mankind." A slightly deep voice sounded, and Lei Linnan parted the way from the soldiers, looking at him coldly, "Dead , or, surrender."

"Why are you back?" Wayne clenched his bow and arrow, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Why, do you still want to find your backer Roland?" The other party laughed, "There's no need to wait, he won't come back!"

I can't come back!

Can't come back?

Did he dare to die without my permission?

A burst of anger rose instantly, and Wayne's eyes were cold and chilling: "You, you should die!"