[Necromancer] Dark Throne

"How did you make it like this?" Andariel applied medicine to Roland speechlessly, "How many Holy Light spells did you use for yourself?"

"No, I just used the Holy Grail once." Roland said weakly, looking out the window quietly.

The Holy Grail is the Church of the Holy Light's honorific name for Mona's skull.

"That's the only thing that the church can threaten to stop the monarch. You seem to be using it in the wrong place." Amennar said solemnly.

"If I wasn't the only one who could withstand the power of the Holy Grail, I wouldn't bring that thing." Roland said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm dead anyway." Andariel shrugged, "It's just for a small reason to help you now."

"Roland..." Amennar looked serious, "I know you have always been able to distinguish between right and wrong, and in this critical period, it is only up to you. Be an upright and noble knight like your father, but your behavior now, will disappoint him."

"Is it disappointing him, or disappointing you?" The corners of Roland's lips twitched slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Do you still remember what happened back then?" Amennar showed a regretful look, "Although the church did not send reinforcements to rescue him in time, it was also because the previous Pope wanted to weaken the force of the Presbyterian Church. The previous Pope is dead. , the person you should hate the most is the Emperor Zhixi, he killed your father, and even turned him into a soul stone..."

"Your Excellency Amennar, I need to rest." Roland interrupted him gently.

"Roland, you..."

"Your Excellency Amennar, don't make me regret what I did." Roland said lightly.

Amennar wanted to say more, and Andariel had already dragged him out.

"Why don't you let me finish? He is on the edge of the cliff now, and he may fall to the side of the undead at any time." Amennar said displeased.

"Didn't you see his attitude? Humility and gentleness are just Roland's appearance. He never puts on a superior posture because of his own power and status, nor does he change because of the different status of others. Even when facing Mo He has never compromised in principle. He can easily agree to small things, but when he starts to be serious, no one can violate his decision." Andariel poked his head hard with his fingers, " The most stupid thing is that you still mentioned his father in front of him."

"His father is a great knight. His name has been engraved on the Holy Spirit Pillar and is admired by others. Why can't he mention it?" It's just that there are some problems in educating the children, and even his stance is not firm...Amennar thinks it is true No one is perfect.

"I must have been blind when I saw you..." Andariel really couldn't figure out how the other party could be so pure and flawless like a little white flower in a big dye vat like the Holy See, which made a dead person like him feel I felt a strong pain in the egg, "He has made great achievements. He didn't even pick up the body after he died, and he didn't give Roland and his family an explanation. It wasn't until Roland became a hero paladin that he gave his father a posthumous seal... Go up to the Holy Spirit Pillar, why don't you go up?"

"I would rather..." the death knight whispered.

"Shut up!" Andariel finally got angry. "I beg you not to expose your intelligence anymore. In short, don't say anything about the undead and his father in front of Roland in the future!"

"Okay." Amennar has become a habit of listening to the other party, although he is still a little unwilling.

After repeated explanations, Andariel received a warrant from the Great Elder.

He frowned and went to the opponent's camp anyway.

Crow Ridge is a high mountain with dense forests, and the residence of the Great Elder is a small church on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the place is quiet and dead, and there is no knight guarding it.

Andariel's body lurked in the shadows and entered the church silently.

Walking up the cypress stairs and turning two corners, he walked into the main hall on the second floor of the church.

With just one glance, he had the idea of ​​retreating, but his self-esteem prevented him from doing so: "My respected elder, even if you summon a demon, please find at least one that is fully formed. Now this creature has completely overthrown you. Do you know the trust in my heart?"

The incomplete demon squinted at him: "I'm more depressed than you. How could a priest with such divine power summon the demon under the Goddess of Deceit? What is this? Does it prove how wonderful the universe is?"

"Enough, Andariel, this is one of the most powerful demons in the abyss, Grihast, the son of the great demon king. With him, we can be sure to defeat the King of Rest." The old man wearing a golden mask Shen soundtrack.

"To summon such a demon, how many people have you sacrificed to him?"

"I don't use humans to do this kind of thing. It's 666 elf cubs." The old man said indifferently, "The effect is much better than that of ordinary humans."

"Don't look at me, look at him." Gerry Hust said casually.

"Enough is enough, you look better." Andariel let out a sigh of relief, "Your Excellency, may I ask you to help us, what else do we need to pay?"

"This thing." The demon spread out his hand, in the palm of which was a half-shattered crystal ring.

"This is 'True Lies'." Andariel raised his head abruptly, "As far as I know, 'Pale Justice', 'False Mercy' and the remaining half of 'True Lies' are in the hands of the Emperor. You Just trying to use us!"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" The devil said calmly, "If I wasn't in a hurry, I wouldn't need you humans. This is a stain, you know?"

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The weather was fine, cloudless and sunny.

Roland was leaning on the bed by the window, holding his notebook and writing.

The most devout priests and the most knowledgeable sages would feel inferior to themselves when they saw that kind of engrossed appearance. , After he wrote thousands of words, the other party finally responded to him: "Got it."

Roland, who was seriously injured and exhausted, was full of strength immediately. The words he wrote no longer expressed his confession and longing, and began to look forward to the future. For example, there is your room in my castle, for example, I have drawn hundreds of pictures for you The portraits filled half the room, and there was nothing missing except another owner.Another example is whether you are ready for me, if not, it doesn't matter, I will sleep with you in the room, the chest is very wide, you can hug it as you like...

However, just as he was about to express his passion with a quill in his hand, he suddenly found that the ink bottle next to him had been used up!

How is this possible? ? ?

After leaving a sentence in the notebook, "Dear ink is gone, you wait for me for a while, Roland dragged his mummy-like body to go out.

...Then the chief judge rushed back in panic.

"Don't be like this, I have a sweetheart." Roland said coldly.

"I'm not in the mood to joke." Andariel dragged him back to the bed, closed the doors and windows, and calmed down a little.

"What happened?" Roland keenly felt something was wrong.

"Did you hurt a high-level demon with the Holy Grail?" Andariel lowered his voice.

"Not bad." Roland roughly described the appearance of the demon, "Have you seen him?"

"He is an abyss demon summoned by the great elder with a blood sacrifice. Although he was attacked by you, most of his injuries have healed. I am worried that he will target you." Andariel frowned, "He is for the god of deceit The three artifacts are here, and two of them are in the hands of the Emperor Zhixi, you don't want to be a hostage in his hands, do you?"

"Those three things are very important?" Roland recalled the desperate fight between Wayne and the devil, and felt that there was something inside.

"Who am I going to ask? The God of Deceit fell hundreds of years ago, and the three artifacts were left outside. This demon seems to be a believer of the God of Deceit before. That's all I know. You should find a way to get out of here as soon as possible. Don't let that demon find out." Andariel finished speaking, stuffed him with a bottle of ink, and flashed away faster than when he came.

Roland thought for a while, wrote "I have something to talk about later" in the notebook, and thought about the place he could go. It seemed that he had no choice but Fort Justice.

It's nice to be so close to my dear.

Just bring a few extra bottles of ink, though...

On the other side, Greenhill looked at His Majesty who was recovering from his injuries on the Frost Peak, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, can you still suppress the curse of flesh and blood?"

"Nothing." Wayne looked down at the notebook in front of him, which turned pages automatically, and responded lightly.

"How can there be such a nasty forbidden law as the curse of flesh and blood in this world." Green Hill never thought that human beings were any good. People - are so vicious!

You must know that the general curse of pain, curse of doom, curse of death, curse of weakness, curse of shadow and the like not only have no effect on the undead, but will strengthen the power of the undead because of the negative energy contained in it.

The curse of flesh and blood, just the opposite, can turn powerful spirits, elemental creatures, mechanical life... into the most ordinary and weak flesh and blood bodies, so that he can stab them to death with a single shot.I really want to go against the sky, what principle is it made?

"I used to find it quite annoying." When Wayne said this, his tone was brisk, without the slightest hint of disgust.

Green Hill burst into tears: "I don't want a stepfather... I don't want to be a drag bottle..."

Wayne gave him a cold look: "Why not stepmother?"

"Your Majesty, when you drove him back yesterday, didn't you say 'come back again'?" Green asked with pure eyes.

Wayne froze for a moment, then flew into a rage!

"It's against you!"

The huge bone dragon was pulled down from the top of the mountain by the long bone chain.

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After Andariel became an undead, he was forced to make a contract by the King of Suspense.

then……

Ding, the secret imprint on the fingertips trembled, revealing the handwriting: If Roland gets involved with a woman again, you will die again!

Andariel immediately drove away the princess.

Ding, the secret imprint on the fingertips trembled, revealing the writing: Roland is seriously injured, and he will be taken care of day and night until he recovers.

Andariel took Amennar up to take care of him.

Ding, the secret imprint on the fingertips trembled, revealing the handwriting: Roland needs a bottle of ink, deliver it before he goes out to look for it!

Andariel rushed over at the speed of light...

Wayne looked at the handwriting that quickly appeared on the notebook, and nodded in satisfaction.

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