deceased

Kondraf's eyes widened in disbelief.

How can it be? !

Someone actually forcibly released the control between him and the witch corpse.Although he had just taken over the witch corpse, and the spiritual connection between them was not very deep, if he wanted to forcibly remove it, he had to explain that the other party's mental power was stronger than his. Hayden was equally shocked.He stood behind Mundra, with one hand still on his shoulder in a protective posture, but the undead air from his palm was like a vicious slap, and it was scraped on his face at the same time And heart, laughing at his stupidity again and again.

Mundella didn't seem to notice his reaction, and happily summoned Krell back to Hayden, looking at him flatteringly, "Here you are."

Hayden's palm shrunk tighter and tighter, and the blade trembled slightly.

The string of reason tightly bound the impulsive soul that kept roaring, and he almost used all his strength to control himself from pointing the sword in his hand at Mundra.

"Don't you want it?" Mundella sensed something was wrong, and felt faintly uneasy in his heart. He looked at Hayden without blinking, paying attention to his every move.

Hayden avoided his gaze and raised his hand to hug Claire, but was dodged.

Mundra explained: "He has poison on his body. You need to soak it with water first to see if you can wash off the poison on your body." He said so, but his heart was full of reluctance.Although this witch corpse does not have the gorgeous magic and fighting spirit like a high-level magician or a high-level knight, the poisonous mist on his body is more rare and hard to guard against than those magic and fighting spirit.Fortunately, I already have a similar little witch corpse, so I only feel heartache for the loss in front of me, but it hasn't reached the point where I can't let go.

"If you soak it again, you'll be just a dead person." Hayden slowly closed his eyes, as if he was making a difficult decision.

Mundella frowned, and subconsciously took a step back.

Hayden opened his eyes suddenly, the long sword in his hand drew a sword flower in the air, and then cut off Claire's head.

Mundra looked at him with wide eyes.

Even Myron and Kondraf, who had been watching their movements not far away, were taken aback.

Hayden said calmly: "I believe that if my father was alive, he would definitely make the same choice." He would rather his father rest in the ground, and he would not want his body to be used as a weapon by necromancers.

Is such that.

It must be so.

Hayden tried his best to suppress the strange emotions that were about to surge into his heart!

The corner of Mundella's mouth moved, his eyes flickered with a little bewilderment, and he said after a while: "Do you want me to sew your head up for you? My technique is very good."

Hayden took out the blanket from the space bag, bent down, and gently covered Claire's body.

Mundra took out a pair of gloves, held back Krell's head that was almost hit by the fireballs of other witch corpses, put it on the blanket, took out the brush and potion from the interspatial bag, and brushed like no one else was there.

Hayden stared at him blankly.All the words he wanted to stop were stuck in his throat because of his serious expression, and he asked in a moment: "What are you doing?"

Mundra said: "Keep fresh."

From his brisk movements and fiery eyes, it can be seen that he is full of love and enthusiasm for his job.

Hayden: "..."

As he brushed, Mundra thought about the brush that Dorothy and the man had sold. If it had been that one, it would be faster and more even by now.He was a little annoyed, he should die more slowly, at least hand over the brush before he dies.

Whether it's not easy or not, he finished it quickly.

Claire's head seemed to be covered with a layer of light. Although the color was still black and green, it looked much more energetic than before, with a feeling of green light all over his face.

Mundella took out a black cloth bag, put Claire's head in it solemnly, tied a rope and handed it to Hayden, and said by the way: "Wash your body too."

Looking at Mundra, looking at the head that was put in, looking at the headless corpse lying on the ground... Hayden panicked.

He knew that as a necromancer, there was nothing wrong with the other party's treatment of the corpse. He couldn't expect a necromancer to have any supreme respect for a corpse, and for now, his treatment method was not right for his father's corpse. The most appropriate, but his heart, his stomach, and his body were all pressed heavily by a huge rock.

His father's head was chopped off by himself, even though he had died before that, it was his father's body after all.He took the bag containing the head in both hands, his arms trembling almost imperceptibly.

The emotions that had been forcibly suppressed just before he had time to distinguish were constantly surging, and he even protested with a growl.

Hayden had a splitting headache.

He obviously avenged his father, but he was not happy at all. The resentment was still stuffed in his body, and it even fermented rapidly with the passage of time.

I really want to just collapse and go crazy like this...

Dangerous thoughts crossed his mind.

Here, one group is necromancers, the culprits who caused the death of his father, and the other group is the bastards of the God of Light, who are coveting the empire. Why does he still suppress and forbear? !

He should have killed them...

Hayden's eye sockets turned red bit by bit.

The consequence of using rationality to restrain emotions for a long time is that his emotions are often suppressed before they surge, but everything has a quantity, and when it exceeds that quantity, it will overflow and explode.

Once a rational person erupts, he is like a wild horse that has run wild, unscrupulous and uncontrollable.

"The belt can't be undone." Mundella's voice was like a clear spring, forcibly squeezed into the head that had been occupied by hatred and impulse.

Hayden raised his eyes.

The red eyes looked at him coldly, as if looking at a stranger.

Mundella froze for a moment, and stopped holding the brush.

boom!

A dozen fireballs fell from the sky while Hayden and Mundra were distracted.

Hayden subconsciously set up a barrier to cover himself, his father's corpse...and Mundra, and then found that six witch corpses had already set up six different barriers above.

Mundra said: "I will protect you."

The same sentence comes from the same person, but he has a different mood every time he hears it.But now, he has gradually forgotten what it was like to hear this sentence for the first time.

Even so, the anger was strangely contained.

Hayden took a deep breath, and tried his best to sort out a relatively clear thought among the chaotic thoughts.He asked in a low voice, "How long can you keep the potion after using it?"

Mundra said: "If it is placed in a space bag, it can be stored for three to five years. It is best to brush it every three months."

Hayden said: "Just one swipe is enough. I want to take him home." He didn't know if his mother was willing to face the corpse, so he would rather take it back first, so as not to leave any regrets for his mother.

Mundra continued to untie the belt.

Hayden said: "You put away my father's first... Put him away first. Then brush it after you leave." It took him a few breaths to finish the simple sentence.

Mundella nodded and said: "Okay." He put away the brush, and then put Krell and the blanket into the space bag.In order to make room for him, he also took out several other witch corpses and put them back one by one.

When he finished playing, he found that Hayden had stood up, walked to his side, and stood next to him.

"Are you going to stay?" Hayden asked.

Mundra said, "What about you?"

"Leave." He had no reason to stay.

Mundella tilted his head and said, "Okay."

Hayden turned his head to avoid his staring gaze.

Even though "Monica" was a man, even though he was a necromancer, he was the only one here who deserved a little trust from him.

Just a little.

Hayden told himself so.

Mundra stood up, patted the dust off his body and said, "Okay."

Hayden said: "Let's go." He didn't grab Mundella's hand, but just cleared the way ahead.

Mundra followed him very consciously.

They easily broke through the necromancer's battle line formed by witch corpses and undead knights, and appeared one after the other at the junction of the necromancer and the Light God's camp.