[Necromancer] Dark Throne

Venn is seated on the dilapidated city wall in the west of the city. After Green left, he kept looking outside the city gate. The sun set in front of him, and the world plunged into darkness.

There is no thick fog in the wasteland at night, the silvery moonlight is like water, and the vision is clearer than in the daytime.

A few ghosts in a pale white plate floated from nowhere, they circled around him, and after making sure that there was no trace of life in this person, a ghost came over curiously.

"Brother, you're from the country. Your body is preserved so well. What kind of preservatives did you use?" asked the transparent ghost.

Wayne glanced at him and ignored him.

"What's so good about this city wall? No matter how long it's been like this." The ghost wants to pass through his body for fun, and this is the most convenient thing to become a ghost.But just touched it, a piercing chill erupted along his fingers instantly, freezing his soul.

Wayne glanced at the frozen ghost coldly, stretched out his hand, and lifted his ice.

"Okay, that's amazing..." The shivering ghost looked at him adoringly.

"You are so stupid and dare to run around." Wayne turned his gaze back into the distance, "You are the first one who dares to directly touch my soul body."

"I know that ghosts are only willing to be encountered by people who are willing, but you can freeze me just by your instinctive reaction. You must have been a great mage in life, right? But why are you holding a bow?" Ghost asked curiously.

"None of your business. Leave!"

"No, this city wall belongs to my family." Ghost said proudly, "Although she has been dead for decades, Her Highness Karin still recognizes our property rights."

"Now the city is underground, and no one wants the skin on the ground." Wayne said contemptuously.

"Don't say that, the dead have to be looked at to live well. What are you doing here?"

Wayne ignored him.

"I know if you don't tell me, wait for someone, right?"

"Is it obvious?" Wayne was surprised?

"Hmph, I'm a veteran of Hua Cong. Standing there, you exude an aura of why you haven't come yet..."

"..." Wayne spat out a mouthful of old blood silently, with a blank expression.

"The dungeon is very lively today, don't you want to go see it?" The ghost saw that the other party was silent for a long time, and changed the subject.

"Lively?" Wayne raised his eyebrows.

"A paladin sneaked in quietly and was discovered by Lord Su An. Lord Su An has sealed all the entrances, we must catch him.

But the knight seemed to have discovered something, Lord Su An led him to the abandoned mine and buried him alive.I heard that Mr. Su An is very good at measuring the heroic knight... Hey, why is it snowing? "The ghost reached out to pick it up strangely. The climate of Artis is hot all year round, and things like snowflakes are only in legends.

Tiny snowflakes pierced through his transparent palm, and just when he wanted to try again, he found that the person just now had disappeared.

This is an advanced powerhouse, I'm so envious...

Wayne wasn't too anxious. No matter what, Roland was a hero. Even if he was buried alive for three days, he would dig a hole by himself.

He was worried about other things.

If there is turmoil here, the sacrifice cannot be held as scheduled, and the recovery time of Xikuma's pupil will be extended, which is something he cannot accept.

Sikumah the Sleeper——Recalling the Kingdom of Eternal Night where the god resides, Wayne can’t tell what kind of relationship it is. The relationship between him and the Sleeper is not more about the relationship between the gods and the chosen ones, but another way of saying no. It seems that I have known him for a long time, so long that I have forgotten him.But it seems that he can feel the pain, his pain, he can feel it...

Moreover, after transmigrating, he became a powerhouse of the demigod level, and many spells were instinctive, and even his predecessor's understanding of spells was inherited, but he didn't have a trace of memory of his predecessor.

But later, I learned that before he came, although the King of Xixi was powerful, he was only a top-level hero and had not made a breakthrough.

Although he knew that there must be something wrong with him, he was not interested in delving into it. Anyway, he was used to life after death. He had no breathing, no feeling, only the cold world, and people who occasionally remembered...

Shaking away the cranky things in his mind, Wayne turned on his perception, and the undead monarch's natural induction to the undead easily allowed him to find the nearest underground city entrance around him.

However, he didn't have a chance to go in. Just as he passed an alley, a pair of strong arms suddenly pulled him in.

Wayne didn't let the man go just because of the familiar aura of the other party, an instinctive elbow almost vomited blood from him.

"It's a heavy attack..." Roland snorted, "I just want you not to be discovered by the undead..."

"What does it matter if you find out?" Wayne said with a cold expression, "Just kill it."

"The undead have no chance of reincarnation. When they die, they are really dead." Roland shook his head slightly. "The residents here are different from those ghouls without sanity. The latter just exist, while the former live."

"Aren't you buried alive? How did you come out so quickly?" Wayne didn't want to hear this.

"How do you know?" Roland was a little surprised. "But when I was in the Abyss of the Undead, I was trapped underground with my friends for several months, so I have some experience in digging."

Wayne didn't speak.That was really a bad memory. While being harassed by the damn necromancer to deal with the matter, he also had to argue with this guy about where to go. Dead Roland just didn't want to listen to him, otherwise he would have walked out a long time ago.

"At that time, my friend couldn't even recognize the road he walked. If I hadn't been able to remember all the road locations, he might still be underground now." Roland was quite proud when he talked about this.

"..." Wayne didn't speak, held back, he couldn't tell him to get lost, he wasn't in the abyss now.

"I went to investigate just now. For some reason, Karin was trapped by a force and could not communicate with the outside world. Now her deputy, Su An, is taking over the entire wasteland." Roland looked at Wayne worriedly, and realized that After the other party was not excited by the mother's accident, he continued, "Su An didn't know about the alliance between Karin and us, and was very hostile to us."

"Then your opinion?"

"Only let Andariel come over, he has enough identity not to reveal the secret, and enough magic to help him." Roland frowned.

"Are you sure he would be so kind?" Wayne was already tired of the messy relationship, "You can figure out how to find a mistress to save your ex-wife."

"...You, how do you know..." Roland felt that his skin was burning hot instantly.

"He and Amennar have been hanging around in front of me a lot, and I'm not blind." Wayne said, "Okay, as long as you pay attention."

"Okay, then let's go to Jakarta first. If we want to save Karin, we must first defeat Su An. The dungeon is extremely huge, and it may be possible to occupy the wasteland. Otherwise, Su An is very likely to transfer the unconscious Karin .”

"You can't steal it?" Wayne frowned. Has the hero become so incompetent?

"No, the magic circle protecting Karin is too complicated. I don't understand the magic system. If it triggers Karin and hurts Karin, it will not be worth the loss." He shouldn't have agreed to her conditions and handed it over to him in advance...

"Okay, but now there is another question." Wayne pointed behind Roland, "To kill, or not to kill?"

A large group of fiery red skeletons charged forward aggressively. They wore bright armor, and seemed to be burning with a strange and mysterious flame. In the dark night, they looked like a river of flowing lava from a distance.

"It seems that they must be killed. They run so fast..." Roland was very surprised. You must know that his speed is still good. Of course, this refers to the knights.

"This is..." Wei En narrowed his eyes slightly, resisting the urge to yell, your sister, which prodigal son put the evil energy bestowed by the Eternal Sleeper on this kind of skeleton soldier, one of the most stupid in the world , he dare not use it like this as a quiescent monarch!

If the Blood Knight King sees it, he will go berserk with envy!

This kind of evil energy is bestowed only once in a hundred years by the Eternal Sleeper, even if he only got it once through relationships!

"beat!"

The moment the skeleton army rushed in front of him, Roland raised his knife and dropped the long sword surrounded by holy light on the neck of a skeleton, throwing its burning head into the air.

"This kind of fire will never go out, don't be touched. It will burn your life away and make you old and die rapidly." Wayne said as he pulled up the long arrows, one after another with the sound of howling wind People and armor fell to the ground, and the explosive arrows shattered them one after another.

Doubt flashed across Roland's eyes, but with a turn of the long sword, he no longer fought hand-to-hand with the pounced undead.

All of a sudden, various sizes of flaming bones, armor, and filth flew back and forth in the air, igniting the surrounding buildings. There was no temperature, no burnt smoke, only red flames.

They wrapped the dilapidated houses and burned quietly without consuming any wood, as if they would never go out, and were glowed red by the surrounding fires.

A circle of holy light shone on Roland's body, and nothing could break through this holy shield technique.He easily cut a skeleton into two pieces from the middle, turned over the sword spine and smashed several heads, and then blasted half of the corpse into the crowd of skeletons, smashing it to the ground.

Wayne shot arrows leisurely behind Roland. This was not the last time he lured the enemy outside the Fort of Justice. That time he had to act as a meat shield to attract firepower and output to destroy the enemy. He also had to carefully cover the group of young masters behind him. That battle was too bad.

And now that Roland was drawing fire from the front, Wayne felt that it couldn't be better. There were headless skeletons around him.

I saw him raising the longbow in his hand, and the moment the arrow left the string, it spun, and the spiral-like air waves slightly distorted the scenery around the arrow, and he walked in an S-shape in a very unnatural way. The route hit seven targets in a row.

For a while, he seemed to be dedicated to showing off his skills. Viper Sting, Killing Shot, Concussion Shot, Multiple Shot, Aimed Shot... none of them were repeated.

In a trance, Wayne seems to have obtained the weapon that was cheated with modifiers when playing CS: the power of a large sniper, unlimited ammo load, the highest stability and the rate of fire of a water jet...

When the last person, the flame skull, fell, Roland looked at him with a strange look.

"What's the matter?" Wayne asked a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay..." Roland seemed a little confused, "It just looks familiar."

wipe!Wayne instinctively put away his bow and arrows. After getting used to cooperating with this guy in the abyss, he finally regained the feeling he had back then!

Roland frowned slightly.

Is it an illusion, why is this guilty expression exactly the same as that person after he did something bad?

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Roland saw his lover being caught by a lich to suck his soul, but the injury was too serious. In a rage, he broke through to the hero level and threw a sword.

Lich: Get lost, I never want to see you again. (Then walks away by himself.)

Roland: Σ(°△°|||)

——So my wife, are you so beautiful?Oh, my wife, don't run away, my leg was broken...

After crawling a few meters on the ground, Roland coughed up a lot of blood, with pieces of internal organs. His injuries were too severe, and normal people would have died long ago. It was only because he broke through the level that he barely persisted until now.

Wayne, wait for me...

He could no longer move.

However, a figure came out from the darkness.

It was an undead whose whole body was wrapped in a spacious and thick magic cloak, and its dark eyes stared at Roland coldly and gloomyly.

Roland's forehead was drenched with cold sweat. This kind of heavy coercion is the undead of the hero rank...

The other party approached step by step.

Three, two, one!

The bone claws of the undead crushed his entire heart in the next moment.

At the same moment, the holy light on Roland's body burst out suddenly, and a condensed golden photon ball was forced into the opponent's arms. With a bang, a round of gorgeous and dazzling brilliance shone like the rising sun With a scorching ray of light, they quickly engulfed their bodies.

After the light passed, the undead's cloak was torn apart, but his body was intact. It was a handsome and elegant face, but a deep and terrible scar stretched from his forehead to his chin. His golden vertical eyes were like cold snakes. stared at him relentlessly.

Roland raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

Wayne...bye...

Shala released the corpse from her hands, the cold flames began to burn, and the blood stains on the entire land began to fade.

Soon, there will be no trace left here.

He turned away.

However, just as his figure disappeared into the night sky, Andariera and Yamennar ran over.

"I injured a human knight here just now, you heal it..." Amennar's words suddenly stuck in his mouth.

Andariel's expression froze, and the holy light descended from his hand, instantly extinguishing the strange flame on the knight.

"You just died, and within an hour, you can use the resurrection spell." Andariel sighed slightly, "The spell that high-level priests can only use once a year was originally prepared for you."

"Stop talking, save people quickly."

Andariel lowered his head and prayed, the gorgeous and bright holy light condensed on his fingertips, ten seconds of casting time passed, and finally, a sacred and magnificent golden beam of light appeared in front of his eyes, and the young man in the center of the beam was hidden by the golden light. Next, only a hazy outline can be seen clearly.

In the light, the young man's originally solid soul dissipated like gravel in the beam of light, leaving only a transparent light and shadow blending into his body. If he dies again, his weakened soul will not be able to support another resurrection. Consumption of surgery.

The light faded, and the boy was already breathing weakly.

"Let's go." Amennar picked up the boy on his back.This place is not far from the human territory.

"Ah."

Not far away, Wayne waited for thirteen days...he still didn't come.

Well, I will sacrifice this time to find you.

He finished finding the territory of the undead.

It wasn't until I saw him outside the Fort of Justice that I realized that you really went back alone, because I am an undead...