potion master

After hearing Raphael's words, Lyle could only put this matter down completely.

If only Black and his level of soul magic could produce soul-like potions, the group of people in the demon world would not be so distressed.And if you really want to reach the level of a necromancer, you need your own soul to enter the world of the undead first.

Of course Lyle would not do such a crazy thing.

Even if he really obtained undead magic and left the undead world, then he has already become a necromancer.No matter how attractive that potion was to him, Lyle would not let himself be reduced to that.

"Don't play with fire," Raphael said to him before leaving, "I really didn't expect you to be interested in this kind of thing."

Lyle was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "When I lost my memory, I met a potion master."

"Then you found out that you prefer being a potionist to a magician?" Raphael sneered.

Lyle smiled.

"...It's really your style." Raphael touched his nose.

After leaving Raphael's magic shop, Lyle walked home alone.

It's actually getting late.

It was already evening when he left the palace potionist group, and stayed at Raphael's place for most of the day.At this time, the sky has completely darkened, almost all the shops on the street are closed, and there is no one on the street.

While Lyle was thinking about Haixiu and Roman, he was also thinking about the Soul Mage Corps.

After passing the corner of the main road, Lyle stopped suddenly.

He raised his head and looked at the palace not far away, and the Mofa Mansion on the right side of the palace.

The moonlight was reflected on the flat road, Lyle stared blankly, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, and something was about to come out of his mind.

Except for the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects, there was no other sound on the street, and it was eerily quiet.

At this moment, Lyle suddenly withdrew his thoughts, frowned, turned around and threw a huge fireball behind him!

A puff of purple smoke was dispersed, and a ghostly shadow passed by.

Lyle was surprised: "Necromancer?"

The fireball hit the ground, raising a puff of smoke.

Lyle attracted the wind element, and the wind lifted him into the air.

He frowned and looked at the ground, warily preparing to attack.

In the bursts of smoke, three puffs of purple smoke came towards him!

Lyle waved his hand, and a pillar of fire fell from the sky, directly dispersing the smoke!

From the pillar of fire, the three shadows scattered and fled!Lyle didn't let them go, three or four soft wooden branches suddenly stretched out from between his fingers, binding the three figures tightly like a snake!

Lyle grabbed one end of the wooden branch and raised his voice, "Who sent you here?"

The smoke dissipated completely, and the three necromancers in cloaks were bound by wooden branches and could only kneel on the ground.

There were actually three people...

Since when did they follow him?Why attack him again at this time?

Could it be because he recovered his memory?

He and Xio let Messo make a decision to investigate the soul mage group, and this decision also alarmed the necromancer hiding inside, so did they attack him at this time?

Lyle had many doubts in his heart, but one of the necromancers smiled sullenly and said, "You have always been our target, and you were sent by the Dark God."

Lyle laughed and said, "Really, then besides you, who else did the Dark God send?"

"Of course all the people who surrendered to the Dark God."

Lyall said, "It's not just necromancers, is it?"

The Necromancer laughed strangely: "Of course you will be able to see who your companions are when you kneel at the feet of the Dark God."

Lyle suppressed a smile.

The next second, he felt an unusual aura behind him!

Lyle let go of his hand, turned around suddenly, and saw seven or eight streaks of purple smoke coming towards him!

He was startled, and immediately let the wind lift him to a higher place, and then released three or four huge fireballs and threw them towards that corner!

The fireball hit the ground with a loud noise, and the smoke immediately filled the air.

Looking at the ground from the corner of his eye, he saw that the three necromancers who were tied up with wooden branches had been rescued.As soon as they broke free, they released purple smoke and attacked Lyle!

Lyle also stretched out his hand at the same time, three or four ropes of flame burst out from his fingertips, and he rushed directly towards the purple smoke!The flame dispersed the smoke, but the smoke regrouped after being dispersed!

The flames were trapped in smoke before reaching the necromancer, snuffed out and disappeared.

Lyle flew to a higher place, and with a wave of his hand, a lot of water fell from the sky and washed to the ground!

And in the next second, ten streams of smoke quickly broke through the water, wrapping around his body directly!

Lyle was dragged out of the air by the smoke and fell straight into the water!

He whipped up the water with the wind, and at the same time burned the undead magic with the fire.

However, the undead magic seemed to suddenly become more powerful. No matter how he used magic power to destroy it, it still bound his body motionlessly.

Soon, all the water disappeared, and Lyle lay on the ground dripping wet, raised his head, and looked forward coldly.

There were ten necromancers standing around him, and one of them was still holding a magic wand with a small skull inlaid on the top of the wand.

"As expected of Oranyamofa, even after losing so much power, it took such a lot of effort to catch you." The necromancer holding the wand said.

"So what can you do if you catch me?" Lyle smiled lightly, but his hands were secretly exerting force.

His arms and body were completely restrained by the magic of the undead, and the flames extending from his fingertips slowly rose to his chest, trying to destroy the magic of the undead.But the purple smoke was getting tighter and tighter, and Lyle soon felt the wound on his back hurt again. For a moment, it seemed that all the magic power and strength had flowed out of the wound.

The flames disappeared, and he fell completely to the ground.

"Don't struggle, with your current strength, you can't resist ten of us plus the powerful power bestowed by the Dark God."

The necromancer shook his wand in his hand.

It is said that the powerful power bestowed by the God of Darkness is actually a special wand for necromancers?

Of course Lyle didn't know what the skull was doing, but the wand could amplify all magic.A powerful magic wand can exert the power of one person to the point of a magic group, which should not be underestimated.

"What is your purpose?"

Lyle asked in a hoarse voice.

"Of course I dedicate you to the Dark God."

"I will not become a necromancer." Lyle said in a deep voice.

"When you come to the world of the undead, you can decide everything," the necromancer laughed and said, "Olanya, Olanya, this is the only chance to catch you. Last time there was a sneak attack by your companions, you couldn't It was expected, that’s why we caught you for a while, but in the end you escaped. This time, you lost most of your strength. When you regain your strength, I’m afraid we won’t be able to catch you so easily, right?”

He raised his wand, and the skull's two eye holes lit up with a strange purple light.

And Lyle also felt that the undead magic that bound him became stronger, almost squeezing his body.

The wound on the back seemed to be split open, and Lyle couldn't feel whether it was really bleeding.

He fell to the ground, curled up convulsively, biting his lips to keep himself from moaning.

It was as if the soul was about to be pulled out of that wound!

thump--

The heart beat hard.

Lyle opened his mouth and gasped for breath, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.

The necromancer around him chanted a spell in a low voice, and the sound of "buzzing" lingered in his mind.

Lyall felt that his consciousness was confused.

He thought he was standing in the soul magic group in the palace.Under his feet is the necromancer circle, and Black is leading the soul magicians to treat his wounds.

However, soon, the faces of Black and those soul magicians were distorted.

Lyle closed his eyes in pain, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a hurried footstep.

He shook his head, only to realize that the sounds of chanting spells around him had disappeared at some point.

He slowly opened his eyelids, and looked weakly in the direction where the footsteps went away.

I saw puddles in the low-lying places on the street floor, as if it had just rained.The stagnant water reflects the white moonlight, and there is a smell of earth on the tip of the nose.

A blond young man was walking by the side of the road, wearing a light-colored magician's robe, and his shoulder-length blond hair was slightly lifted by the wind.

Lyle watched for a long time, only to realize that the figure swaying in his field of vision and moving away quickly was himself——Olan Yamofa.

What's up with him?

Is this a hallucination?

But if it was a hallucination, why did he feel that this scene was very familiar?

Lyle frowned slightly, feeling as if his mind had been stabbed.Soon, his consciousness withdrew from his body and entered the body of the person walking by the street!

Lyle was a little surprised, he was walking on the road in a hurry - he wanted to stop, but he couldn't control his body, as if he was seeing everything he experienced from another Oranyamofa's perspective.

Once he had this realization, Lyle stopped struggling.

Maybe it's part of his memory.

Perhaps this is the most critical point.