deceased

The entire city of Dansi was enveloped by this sudden huge light!

The vast holy air in the light made all the necromancers in the city tremble, and the low-level ones almost lost the strength and courage to move.Worse than necromancers are their dead creatures.The light came so suddenly that there was no time for the necromancers to take back their pets, and they could only watch them turn into dust.

So was the man.After he yelled, his body suddenly fell straight down like an avalanche, turning into a cloud of ashes.

Mundra is probably the best adapted of all Necromancers.The divine power of light that he wore on his arm made him gradually adapt to this sacred air, so apart from feeling that the air of undead was suppressed, as if he had returned to the state of wearing the armband of light at the beginning, he had no sanity or action. restricted.

Hayden quickly opened the door and rushed out, but within a second, he rushed back, pulled up Mundra who was still in a daze, and ran out again.

The blue sky was covered with white light.

The sun is gone, the white clouds are gone, only the dazzling halo is left, like a huge bottle cap, locking Dans City in the bottle.

"Dorothy!" The man who set up a stall with Dorothy stumbled over.His face was as pale as paper, his footsteps were crooked, as if he would fall down at any moment.But he persisted, leaning on the wall with his hands, approaching with difficulty step by step.

"Where's Dorothy?" He looked nervously at Hayden and Mundra. "Where is she?"

Hayden pointed to the way behind him.

The man rushed forward two steps excitedly, his legs softened, and he knelt down.

Hayden reached out to support him, pinned him under his arm, and then dragged Mundra to the dump.

The man struggled a few times, and immediately settled down after seeing the direction he was heading.

Hayden walked at a steady pace, neither procrastinating nor keeping Mundella behind.Even so, the man still couldn't wait to look at it frequently.

"Dorothy!" The man struggled frantically when he saw the figure crawling beside the corpse dump.

Hayden let go.

The man fell to the ground, bounced up quickly, ran a few steps and rushed to Dorothy to help her up.

Dorothy leaned softly in his arms, a small corner of the veil was raised, revealing a piece of dark green skin, and then fell down little by little.

Both Hayden and Mundra stopped, looking at the scene in front of them in surprise.

"Dorothy," the man wailed.

Dorothy opened her eyes halfway, and uttered a word as thin as a mosquito's, "I..."

The man hastily removed her veil so he could hear better.

When the veil was removed, her face was completely exposed to Hayden and Mundra.It was an indescribably terrifying and ferocious face.The upper half of the face is normal, but the lower half of the face is dark green except for the powdered part, and the dark green part is continuing to be peeled off after being blown by the wind, like a dry and cracked face. wall.

Her jaw fell off quickly, her eyes were looking at the man, she was stiff and absent-minded... There should be a lot to say, but she couldn't speak anymore.

"Dorothy!" The man opened his eyes in disbelief, constantly confirming the tragedy in front of him, and after a long while, he suddenly hugged her in his arms!His movements were so great that he broke her body in two.The upper half was hugged tightly by him, and the lower half fell limply to the ground.

Hayden said, "What's going on?"

The man said angrily, "It's all about him! It's all about Duncan's good deeds! If it wasn't for him, Dorothy wouldn't have refined the Lich herself, and she wouldn't have been infected with those curses and poisons...she wouldn't have died."

Hayden's eyes sank.

In other words, his father died because of Dorothy?He remembered that Duncan said that when he handed it over to Dorothy, his father was still alive!

His hands tightened for a moment.

Mundella frowned and said, "It hurts."

His voice was not loud, but he changed Hayden's sanity back.Only then did he remember that he was still holding Mundra's hand.

"Sorry." Hayden looked at the hand in his palm that had been pinched white and quickly turned red, and raised his hand to rub it gently.

Mundella tilted his head and said, "Don't be sad."

Hayden paused slightly and lowered his hands.

sad?

Yes.He is sad.

He thought he could reunite with his father, but in exchange for his bad news.He thought he could get news about his father from his elopement lover, but he suddenly turned into powder.She thought she had found the murderer of her father, but she was also dead.

Everything is happening so fast that there is no time to think and adapt.

Proud self-control becomes a shackle.How he wished that he could cry and vent as much as the man in front of him.But he couldn't do it.Even though his heart was bleeding like a river due to pain, his tears were still tightly locked in his eyes.

The word "Marshal of the Empire" is a glory that goes deep into the marrow, and it is also a mission that goes deep into the marrow.It restrains all his emotions, because he is afraid that once the emotions are vented, it will be like a torrent that bursts the embankment, and can no longer plug the gap.

Hayden took a deep breath, raised his lips at Mundella and said, "I'm fine."

Mundra said: "Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh."

Hayden lowered his eyes and said, "Okay." Even so, the corners of his mouth were still slightly and habitually raised.

There was a faint singing sound from the sky, like a gentle wind, like erratic clouds, and like a sacred light.

The man put down the half of Dorothy's body lightly, jumped up and said, "It's them! They killed Dorothy!" He rushed towards Dans City.

He ran so fast and in such a hurry, as if he had borrowed strength from somewhere, he rushed a dozen steps before falling down, but soon he got up again and continued to run forward.

The curvature of Hayden's mouth disappeared, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Mundella tugged on his sleeve, "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

Hayden looked down at him.

Even though his gender was exposed, he was still dressed as a girl, wearing the tutu skirt he gave him, his hair had reached his shoulders after a long period of storage, and his bangs covered his ears, looking cute and cute.

This kind of dress is more pleasing to the eye than boys.

Because of this selfishness, Hayden didn't take the initiative to propose him to change his attire. The two of them continued to maintain the illusion that men and women were walking together on the surface, one deliberately ignoring the other and not thinking about it at all.

But now, this illusion can't stop the true nature of the man "Monica".At such a dangerous moment, the first choice of "Monica" was not to hide behind him and seek his protection, but to stand in front of him to resist the danger.If he was still a woman, maybe he would be deeply moved.After all, among the women he knew, only Olivia had such courage and courage.He had to admit that although he didn't have any feelings for Olivia beyond the relationship between teachers and students, she was the woman he admired the most, and she possessed a determination and strength that most men couldn't match.He once thought about the standard of a perfect woman in his mind——

Beautiful, no doubt about it.Wisdom is not public wisdom, but implicit wisdom.Gentleness allows him to find a haven of peace of mind when he is tired.Strong, he is willing to let her rely on her, whether it is in mind or body, but what he wants to protect is not only his lover, but also the empire. He cannot be by his lover's side all the time, so he hopes that she can be with her when he is not around. Time to live strong.The last point, and the most important point, is to be able to attract your own attention, and you can see him for the first time in any crowd at any time.

He lingers among women, one is because of loneliness, the military life is too monotonous, so that every time he returns to the emperor, he has the urge to break his time into five or six parts.The second is because of loneliness, which is the emptiness of the soul.Even though he has a very close relationship with his mother, after his father left, he became the head of the family and had to support the family and his mother. Therefore, it has been a long time since he confides to his mother like a child. He is more used to being able to let his mother The existence of the man he relies on, but deep down in his heart, he hopes to have someone who can make him complain and confide unscrupulously.

if--

He looked at Mundella with deep and complicated eyes.

Almost, just a little bit, he thought he had really found such a partner.

pity.

It was a little worse after all.

And the damn most important point!

"If you are in a bad mood, maybe it will make you feel better if you say it." Mundra tried to distinguish his mood at the moment from his flickering eyes.

Hayden restrained his thoughts, sighed and said, "I have met an old enemy."

Mundra said: "The God of Light?"

Hayden asked in surprise: "You know?" He became alert.It seems that he knows a lot about him, even the recent rivalry between the Empire and the God of Light, but he knows too little about him.All he knew was that his name was Monica... no, maybe even that name was fake.

"Are you really Monica?" Hayden knew that it was not a good time to dwell on this question, but he still asked involuntarily.

Mundra tilted his head involuntarily, "You mean the Gulaba family?"

Hearing the unfamiliar tone when he called the Gulaba family, Hayden was stunned, "No?"

Mundra shook his head and said, "No."

Hayden's eyes darkened, and he said, "Who are you?"

Mundella tilted his head from side to side, frowning, looking distressed, "Is it important?"

Hayden asked back, "You don't think it's important?"

"Whether your name is Hayden or not is the same to me." Just as his master directly gave himself his surname as his first name to save trouble, he didn't feel bad, at most it was a little inconvenient.

"It's important to me." That would make him feel like he was being duped for a fool the whole time.

The chants became louder and louder.

The light suddenly blazed like the sun.

Suddenly, the spirit of the undead turned into a green mist, rushing upwards, like a huge umbrella, resisting the light.

Hayden looked at the intersection of light and undead air, frowning slightly.He is not at all interested in the battle between the Necromancer and the Society of Light, because they can be regarded as enemies of the empire, and it would be a good thing for the empire if they lose both sides in the fight.What he really cares about is why the God of Light appears here.

Of course he didn't think they were looking for him.

If the reason for attacking the city of Mal before was really inspired by the god of death, then maybe the god of light suddenly attacked the city of Mal was inspired by the goddess of light.If this is the case, this will be the first contest between gods and gods in hundreds of years. Thinking of this, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

Xiguimo is adjacent to the Banding Empire.If the two gods really go to war in Xiguimo, then the Banding Empire is likely to be affected by Chiyu.

Mundra said: "I want to go and have a look." Although he is not familiar with other necromancers, they are all colleagues after all, and he doesn't want to see them all wiped out by the attack of the God of Light.

Hayden nodded.The most important thing right now is to figure out the purpose of the Divine Society of Light.

The two sneaked along the narrow road to the first half of Dans City.

There stood full of necromancers wearing mage robes of various colors.Although they are often alone and indifferent to other people's affairs, they still spontaneously unite in moments of life and death.

A row of bright priests opened horizontally in front of them.They all folded their hands in their sleeves and lowered their eyes to the ground. They looked gentle and harmless, but the two lips that kept opening and closing revealed that the white light above the necromancer's head was really made by them.

The green mist and the white light are at a stalemate.

Hayden was a little disappointed.In fact, he would rather see the two sides fighting each other, at least to be able to learn the purpose of the God of Light coming here from the language.

I don't know if it was the god of destiny who heard Hayden's heartfelt voice, and a long convoy slowly appeared behind Priest Guangming.The cars are prison cars, there are five in total, and five or six people are imprisoned in each of them.Next to the chariot is a holy knight riding a white horse in high spirits.

They approached slowly.

Hayden noticed several familiar faces in the first prison wagon—the woman who lived in the stone house and the group of knights.

A pure white figure floated above the convoy.Although his face looks a bit round and his figure is not very standard, anyone who knows him dare not despise him.Because he is the seventh-level priest of light in the Guangming God Association, second only to the eighth-level priest, and he is also the most promising successor to inherit the eighth-level priest - Melon.On behalf of the God of Light, he had teamed up with Heidein of St. Padres Academy of Magic, Bradley of the Magic Guild and others to guard Longzan on behalf of the God of Light, so he became famous, and he was already considered the number four figure in the God of Light.He will appear here not far away, which is enough to show how much the God of Light attaches importance to this trip!

"Lost lambs, are you still obsessed with your obsession?" With a golden scepter of light in his hand, Meron overtook the convoy and stopped behind the row of light priests. "This is the world ruled by the Goddess of Light." ! You are the subjects of the Goddess of Light, why are you attached to the God of Death?"

"fart!"

Curses came from the Necromancer.

Myron's face remained unchanged, "Resistance is futile. Your comrades have surrendered wisely. Aren't you going to learn from them and stand with them?"

"Necromancers have no comrades in arms." A necromancer said with a sneer.

Other necromancers echoed.

McLone said: "Then why do you gather together to fight?"

"Because you are our common enemy! Necromancers only fight for themselves!"

The man who spoke so often finally caught McLone's special attention.Looking at the necromancer who was wrapped in dark gray mage robes all over his body, Malone smiled and said, "Can you tell me your name?"

The necromancer in the dark gray mage robe finally raised his head, revealing a thin face like a starving man, "Kondraf."

Myron's eyes flashed, "Oh. I heard that according to the level of a magician, you are at the tenth level."

Kondraf said: "Don't use ordinary people's methods to speculate on us! We are necromancers, we are different, we are unique!"

His arrogant words only got the echo of two or three necromancers, and most of the necromancers still silently resisted the stronger and stronger light of the enemy.

Myron said: "Okay. Since you insist on fighting to the end, I have no choice but to accompany you." He fell from the air, took a few steps back slowly, and pointed forward with his magic staff.

The holy knights who were riding on the horses suddenly rushed forward!

In the absence of the head and deputy head of the Holy Knights, Myron was their commander.

The moment the holy knights rushed up, a group of undead knights appeared in front of the necromancers!

Although the Undead Knights had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, they were facing the number one Knights of Dreamland after all.Even if there are only ten people, they can exert the power of a hundred people.

Seeing that the undead knights were retreating steadily under the attack of the holy knights, the necromancers finally lost their composure and dispatched the witch corpses ahead of time.

Nearly a hundred witch corpses floated in the air, and the scene was very spectacular.Especially under the waving of their magic wands, the water, fire, and soil three-way attack finally eased the offensive of the holy knights, and even the row of bright priests was affected and had to retreat.

However, before the Necromancer could be happy, he saw Mellon's staff waved, and golden particles of light gathered from all sides, penetrated the barrier of water and fire, and shot towards the Necromancers.

The blow of the light divine power to the necromancer is fatal.

The necromancers standing in the front row squatted down in pain.The witch corpse they controlled suddenly stopped.

The situation turned upside down again.

At this moment, the man who had been mingling among the Necromancers and shouting to avenge Dorothy suddenly raised his staff and chanted spells loudly.Following his voice, a witch corpse whose whole body was green and black, one could vaguely see that he had a handsome face before his death appeared in front of him...

"Lich?" Mundella's eyes sparkled, and Hayden shouted, "Father!"