[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The town where Wayne and Roland are located is tens of kilometers away from the border of Artis.

Although it is not far from the main road of the empire, the range close to Artis is covered by a huge forest in the southeast.

The back mountain of the town is a branch of the central mountain range.

As a huge plain formed by the impact of Soldo, the plants here are lush and diverse, the branch rivers meander, and the lakes and marshes are densely covered with danger.

Wayne shot a backhanded arrow without even looking at it, directly nailing the neck of a thick python to the thick mahogany.

"What kind of delicious food are you talking about?" Wayne, who nailed countless crocodiles, snakes, and man-eating vines along the way, finally felt that hunting was not fun and wanted to retreat.

Although he can move and jump like an ape in this deep mountain and dense forest, killing small animals in this kind of place is really not challenging at all, it is so boring.

"I chased it 300 meters ahead yesterday. It's coming soon." Roland said casually, carefully observing the surroundings, and made a mistake. There are swamp moss everywhere. With Wayne's temper, he threw him into the swamp. Li doesn't need to explain, he can show him in a rage immediately, and his favorability will drop, the loss outweighs the gain.

Is there a place that is cleaner and more beautiful?

Those novels are full of meadows and seas of flowers at every turn, what a lie.

"What animal is that?"

"The long-tailed bird is recognized as the number one delicacy in the world. It exists in the southeast forest, and it is extremely fast. It has green feathers all over its body, but there is a dark blue long tail feather in the shape of a ribbon at the end. It is easy to recognize." Roland just yesterday I saw it by accident and used it directly.

Wayne nodded and moved on.

Just turned around a river valley, and saw a green river beach, it was noon, the dew had gone in the grass, a few small yellow flowers dotted and swayed in the grass, it is not bad to look closely.

Roland moved a little closer to Wayne.

"Is that the one?" Wayne asked suddenly.

Did you see it?Roland followed Wayne's pointing, and sure enough, he saw an elegant and beautiful bird combing its feathers by the water.

"Yes." Roland nodded, "I'm lucky, whether to use roasted or boiled soup later."

"Whatever." Wayne is not keen on food now, but he will still give face to Roland's cooking.

After the two guys who didn't have the slightest love for beautiful things discussed the follow-up, Wayne pulled the arrow to eight full.

Roland was on the sidelines getting ready—Wen, who was also a powerful party, couldn't just pounce if he wanted to.

It's now!

Roland rushed forward suddenly.

Concentrating on it, Wayne didn't notice it for a while, and the long arrow dropped, only hurting the bird's wing.

"You!" Wayne was startled, and suddenly found that Roland's chest had been pierced by a long Mitsubishi arrow.

Too careless!

Perceive!

In Wayne's eyes, the distribution of all living creatures around him instantly appeared in his mind. He pushed Roland away, and his arrow was a killing shot.

There was a flash of a figure in the woods opposite, and the long arrow barely brushed past him.

But Wayne is now full of anger, instinctively grabs a long arrow from the arrow belt, and spreads the bow like a fan bone with four fingers, and the eight arrows shoot out with lightning, directly killing all the opponents in the air. The predicted line is blocked.

The figure paused, using the traction force of the spider silk in his hand to forcibly change his direction, avoiding the fatal attack. However, before he could stabilize, two sharp arrows were shot at an extremely fierce angle. , the man's spider silk hadn't had time to retract, and at that moment, all the points of leverage were beyond the reach of his limbs.

Wayne's two arrows were extremely tricky. No matter what posture the man used to land, as long as he couldn't use force to change his landing point in the air, he would definitely hit the target in the end. Even if there was only a little injury, it would be enough to defeat him in the ensuing rounds.

At a critical moment, the man quickly pulled out a dagger, and suddenly nailed it into the branch closest to him above. He swung his right hand vigorously, and finally hid behind the tree pole, avoiding the lock of the powerful hunter.

Wayne glanced at the tree pole angrily, squatted down, broke the arrow on Roland's chest, pulled out the arrow, and carefully poured the hemostatic potion on his wound.

"Be careful, that person is still there..." Roland whispered.

"Don't talk, be careful to touch the wound." Wayne said coldly, "Don't do this in the future!"

"Sorry, it's just instinct..." Roland smiled with sweat on his forehead.

"Shut up, can you risk your life to save anyone?" Wayne was furious. It's just a body that looks like mine. You've been around for too long and no one wants to find a substitute, right? Bar?

Roland shut up decisively.

The more I explain now, the more it looks like sophistry. It's better to wait for him to calm down.

But wife, is it really okay for you to eat your own vinegar like this?

……

...but I like it...

...The way you got angry just now was really... Really didn't take this arrow in vain...Look at how distressed you are...

"why are you laughing?"

Roland, who was caught, frowned slightly, and forced a smile: "...It hurts too much, but it's not easy to cry in front of you, so..."

"I can turn my head away." Wayne believed directly.

"No need..." Roland looked away guiltily, wife, don't be so easy to deceive.

After quickly treating the wound, Wayne turned his gaze back to the tree, and in his perception, the person did not move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that the moment he hid behind the tree, he was imprisoned by his silent flesh and blood, and was grabbed by countless ghost hands protruding from the ground, making him unable to move at all.

Wayne walked over.

"Be careful..." Roland said weakly, "There is something wrong with that man's bow and arrow."

"Nothing." Wayne walked quickly.

He came back very quickly, with a person still dragging in his hand. Although there was no rope, judging from the joints of the limbs, Wayne broke them all without a bit of soft-heartedness.

It seems that the wife is really angry...

Roland immediately became weaker, and it would be a disaster if Wayne found out that he still had the energy to use the Holy Light.

"Who told you to come?" Wayne asked the man coldly.

This man was tall and slender, with bright silver long hair hanging down to his knees. He raised his head slightly, revealing emerald-like eyes, and slender ears protruding from the tips of his hair.He wore brown leather armor, and a hooded cloak was thrown behind him.

However, even in such embarrassment, it couldn't hide that incomparably exquisite beauty.

But these are not important, what is important is that he looks like [-]% of Wayne's current body.

Roland quietly dodged back.

"Vencaso?" The elf who saw the face of the other party was also surprised.

"You are Karin Windtalker's father?" Wayne frowned suddenly, but did not deny it.

The other party's eyes turned red instantly.

"What father, I am your grandmother." The elf said angrily.

Wayne's eyes fell on her undulating chest and strong arm muscles, and she looked at Roland suspiciously: "Can elf men also have children?"

"Impossible?" Roland said he had never heard of it.

The elf over there has turned pale.

"Okay, it doesn't matter to me whether you belong to me or not, why did you attack me?" Wayne said coldly.

"The bird you aimed at is my pet." The elf whispered, "For a hunter, you know what a pet with a name means."

Of course Wayne knew that a pet with a name was the half body of a hunter, and it was an irreplaceable existence no matter whether it was tracking or fighting.

"Why are you here?" Wayne didn't choose to believe it.

"Karin is in danger, of course I have to come and have a look...Wen, have you seen Karin?"

"Yes." Wayne said coldly, "But she is dead, and I will join the team to exterminate the undead soon. I don't want to have anything to do with it."

After all, he borrowed this human body and owed that person a favor, and he didn't want to kill his relatives unless it was necessary.

"Roland, can you still go?" Wayne didn't want to get involved in any messy relationship.

"Okay." Whoever has beaten the paladin's powerful resilience knows.

"Let's go." Wayne was not worried about what would happen to the elf. The healing power of the elf's natural magic would not be lower than that of the holy light.

And they were born with no one who wouldn't.

The elf looked at his leaving back with an extremely complicated expression.

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When he returned to the small town, Andariel had been waiting for a long time, his eyes turned around Roland's wound, and then fell on Wayne, "Congratulations, Lord Wayne, for breaking through."

It was only then that Wayne realized that his strength when he counterattacked the elves had obviously exceeded the ninth level.

Because Roland was nervous, the hunter who had been stuck for 20 years broke through to the ninth level... Wayne was not happy at all.

"It's just," the chief judge showed a smile without the slightest warmth, "You'd better be cautious when you compete with Your Excellency Roland."

Wayne didn't speak, but just helped Roland walk away.

It's not crazy that this person's soul can be twisted to such an extent.

It is easy to get infected if you get too close.

"Your Excellency Wayne, your appointment to participate in the battle has been issued. As a direct subordinate, if you make any mistakes, Roland will be judged. I hope you will not be accused of colluding with the undead." The priest's cold voice came from behind.

"Those controlled by darkness, mind your own business." Wayne snorted coldly.

"Heh..." Wayne didn't care about the low laugh behind him. This kind of person is not worth his attention.

"Are you ready to send troops so soon?" Wayne asked Roland casually.

"The Jaga Empire already knows part of the inside story. Of course they don't want the blood sacrifice to happen on their land, and the accumulation of the elves for thousands of years, I don't know how many people care about it." Roland bluntly explained the reason why the troops were quickly replenished.

"How long to start?"

"Is it time for the blood sacrifice? It's coming soon. In the middle of next month, the memorial ceremony must be held, otherwise, if you miss it, it will be seven years later."

"Next month? Hosted by Andariel?" Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes. Don't get close to Andariel. Shadow priests will inevitably be attacked by darkness when they enter people's hearts to dig out the darkness in other people's hearts. There are no dark priests who have died well in history. Even when they reach a certain age, they have to take precautions Once they are dealt with by the church." Roland sighed, "So even if they have any excessive behavior, the church will condone it."

"Got it." In this way, the artifact will be in his hands next month.

Will Wayne just wait until next month to leave?Thinking of the reason why Wayne stayed until now, Roland thought about the feasibility of going to the abyss with Wayne after the matter was over, while...

"Why are you lying on my bed?"

"Do you want to lay the floor?" Roland asked.

"……Need not."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Blood Knight King.

Just as Rome was not built in a day, the twelve undead monarchs owned by Hicuma the Sleeper were not built in a day.

Each of them was more annoyed than the other.

In the Conferred God just now, the long sleeper suddenly found that none of his subordinates were strong enough, without him, it would be a mess.

But Fengshen is not a movie, and it cannot be rewound. No matter how unwilling the eternal sleeper is, he can only obediently go to hell to stay, or wait for the World Tree or Styx to kick him down.

So he could only ask for help from the person who helped him to become a god along the way, asking him to take care of the undead race on his behalf.

Regarding this, the Fearful Demon Emperor thought that he had been in trouble for so long, and this was not bad, so he nodded, and took the initiative to become a voter of the Sleepers, the Lord of the Undead, and the real boss of the Undead.Most of the other Necron Lords weren't dead or...not alive back then.

After going through many difficulties, the Emperor of Dread finally found his most suitable replacement.

He developed Shala, the corpse dragon king of Ten Thousand Bones Forest, into an offline!

Since then, the MLM of the Eternal Rest God Sect—ah no, the missionary progress has been progressing rapidly, and Xikuma directly kicked off the original partner, the Emperor of Fear, and the fiery heat of the junior Shara... No, the focus of the work was handed over to Shara.

Xia La felt that the force value of the undead was not enough, and the power without advanced thugs would not be able to stand in the abyss.

So after 20 years of searching, he finally found a goal.

At that time, the Blood Knight King was still a very kind, straightforward, warm-blooded and selfless example of a paladin... It's just that he faced a thing called crossing and came to the abyss of the undead. into Shara's mouth and chipped Shara's sharpest and favorite front tooth.

Corpse dragons cannot grow new teeth.

So Shala seldom showed her dragon form ever since.

So this hate lasts forever.

Shala tried her best, but at that time, the knight king's force value was too high, and she always said to the existence of fate and the like: I just want to push you back.

Even the Emperor of Fear, who has long been a demigod, said after reading it: He can't beat him with his life.

Shara was so poor.

But Shara never gave up!

Finally, the King of Knights found the coordinates to go back, and before leaving, he invited these friends who often accompany him to discuss (sure?) to get together.

After Xia La learned about the identity of the Knight King and the situation in his world, she sneered and said she was waiting for you to come back.

The King of Knights didn't care.

But he came back after all, but when he came back, he was no longer a paladin, but a death knight.

After committing suicide, the knight who was murdered on the city wall was stolen by the corpse dragon king. He is a very kind, straightforward, passionate and selfless paladin.

then:

He revealed a quality that made other monarchs miserable.

Lord of Shadows: What do you think of my magic circle?

Blood Knight King: Didn't your magic circle already have a standard, try it yourself.

Lord of Shadows: What standard, I don't know.

Blood Knight King: If you don't die on the spot, you are qualified.

Lord of Shadows: TT

Shara: What's my plan?

Blood Knight King: Yes, the antiseptic was not applied to the brain, but don't you consider sewing the skull up? Is it okay if it rains and water enters it?

Banshee Maggie Nova: Look, is the man I chose handsome?Go, kill him for me.

Blood Knight King: Really want me to say?

Banshee Maggie Novartis (suddenly remembering, screaming): Oh, don't say it, I beg you!

Finally, he meets Wayne, who puts an end to the monarch.

In those few days, the Nether Fruit of the Zhixi collar was ripe, and the Junxi Monarch's essence potion was needed, so it was forbidden to pick it.

But every day the ripe fruit is eaten.

Seeing that there are only the last four left.

Then, Zhixi gnawed every fruit in front of the servant.

The next day, Zhixi found that the shell of the fruit was still there, but the flesh was gone.

In this regard, Zhi Xi snorted coldly, took out a box containing carrion maggots, and said that he not only gnawed on himself yesterday, but they also went in to gnaw on them.

The Blood Knight King never touched anything belonging to the King of Suspense, because he gave it to Sharah as a gift...

After writing, I suddenly found that more than one person's black history was hooked... ORZ