Palm Dragon

Following Werther's words, the undead knight, who had been silent for a long time, began to slowly change.The totem on the originally dark body suddenly emitted a faint blue light, and the red light in his eyes was blazing.

Morcales took two steps back warily.He didn't understand the spells of the undead mage, but he knew intuitively that the undead knight in front of him must be different from just now.He put away his casual smile and tore off the robe on his body!

"Woo!" Mantasha let out a panic and fearful voice from between her fingers.

Mercales wore nothing but a pair of black trousers, his naked body gleaming ominously in the morning light.

Werther and Iss frowned at the same time.

The muscles of Mocales in front of him were tense, his previous gentle image was changed, and his eyes were full of madness.

"Pretty isn't it?" He held up his arms. "This is the result of my many years..."

The townspeople of Kotata were already overwhelmed by the terrifying aura emanating from Mokales, and no one could make a sound.

"Warcraft are far superior to humans in terms of nerve reflexes and muscle strength, but..." He made a distressed expression.

"After all, species are different. Before I optimize myself, I have to know whether the transformation that works on beasts is applicable to humans. So...you are here." Mocales smiled and gestured to Werther .

"A necromancer! Haha, a guy who is despised by everyone has just swaggered into Kotata! I didn't pay attention at first, but... after seeing you wandering around at night, I came up with a brilliant idea."

"Destroy the enchantment and plant it on me?" Witt's eyes were filled with a storm, and the undead knight in front of him raised his sword.

Morcales laughed.

"Planting? A sneaky, sneaky necromancer destroys the enchantment in the town and introduces monsters here, isn't it natural?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword wind slashed down.

Mocales turned around and blocked it with his arm, sparks flying everywhere.

"As expected of an undead knight, even the hardest lava crystal can cut marks..." He looked at Werther viciously.Before he could react, the undead knight rushed up again.

"...Dark Green Light Prison!" The undead knight was stopped by the tree vines that popped up from the ground in an instant.Mokales obviously knew that Witte's strengthening of the undead knight just now should not be underestimated.

Are junior magicians and alchemists both trained... Iss touched his chin.

But obviously this magician didn't pay much attention to magic practice.Looking at the vines that were easily cut off by the undead knight, Yisi came to a conclusion.

"..." Do you still underestimate the necromancer!Mokales was secretly shocked when he saw the undead knight whose strength was completely different from before.

Although the wind beast motor nerve I transplanted barely avoided the undead knight, judging from the situation just now, it was extremely unwise to fight the undead undead knight recklessly.Then I only have...

Seeing Mocales suddenly appearing in front of him, Werther said blankly, "The clown!"

Morcales' contorted expression made him look anything but human.

"The jumping beam clown is you, right! A vulnerable necromancer?!" He arched his hard arm, and hit Werther hard.

Just when everyone thought Werther's face would be smashed into pieces, Morkales wailed sharply and fell to the ground suddenly.

Unlike the townspeople who don't know why, Yisi can see clearly.

When Mokales was about to touch Werther, he was quickly bounced off by the smoke around Wirter's body.

Not only that.

Mokales wailed in pain on the ground, his right hand had turned into a puddle of pus.

"One last piece of advice: Unlike the Bright Mage, the Necromancer is not vulnerable."

Werther looked down at the twitching and curled up Morcales, behind him, the undead knight walking slowly held up his sharp sword.

"Let the undead knight deal with it from the beginning, and he won't die so painfully." Iss looked at the distorted corpse of the alchemist with a bit of regret.

"You can remind him before." A large shadow reappeared under Werther's feet, and the necromancer who sent back the undead knight did not look back.

Mantasha and Andrew stared blankly at the bodies of Lily and Mokales, as if they couldn't figure out what happened for a while.

Werther walked slowly to Iss who was attached to check on Adrian's situation. "Next, we should talk about the deal."

……

Adrian sat up abruptly, his originally smooth black hair became messy, and his eyes were dull.

"I'm so hungry... where is this place?" He turned his head dullly to look at the surrounding scenery. "In the room that looks like The Cranberries..."

What about the Necromancer?What about deformed monsters?

He recalled distressedly, could it be that he was actually dreaming?In fact, he and Yi Si didn't leave the tavern at all?

"Wooah..." The headache was dead.

Huolong decided to give up thinking about it, and jumped out of bed to find something to eat.Thinking about something while hungry is the most inefficient...

He yawned heavily and walked out of the corridor of the room and down the stairs to find Iss, only to find that the downstairs seemed to be full of people.

"...Ed?"

Iss was the first to spot a certain dragon who was standing dumbfounded on the wooden stairs, with the hair-grabbing claws still on its head.

"Eh..." Adrian looked at the many heads that were all turned towards him, "Well... did you sleep well?"

The originally solemn tavern became quieter.

Adrian put his hands on his head in embarrassment.

puff.

Mantasha's eyes were still red, but she laughed.

Iss reluctantly stepped forward and pulled Adrian to the edge of the table to sit down.

"Iss, I'm so hungry..." Embarrassed to say loudly, I had to tug at the corner of Iss's clothes.

Andrew who was next to him still heard it, and said angrily, "What else do you know besides food and wine?" Even so, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Adrian ignored Andrew's complaints, and carefully looked at the tavern: a man covered in a large cloak leaned on the cold aura that permeated his body, and forcibly drew an area in the corner of the tavern where strangers should not approach ;Several unknown old people sat seriously at the big table in the middle, obviously they were famous elders in the town; the big table was full of townspeople, and even Adrian could find a familiar drinker from the middle .

Everyone has recovered from the atmosphere interrupted by Adrian, and began to discuss seriously in low voices again.

Adrian blinked.What is the situation?

Yisi looked at Adrian's stomach rumbling in unison with a puzzled expression, and wrapped Adrian's hand in his palm without any trace, and led him to the kitchen.

"I'll explain to you while eating in the kitchen." Ice said softly.

As expected, Adrian was completely driven by appetite, and was completely noticed by Yisi's small movements.

The big cloak in the corner saw their movements and followed them.

Although the preparations were hasty, Andrew's efficiency was unexpectedly high.

A stew of bacon and cabbage, oily sausages, smoked fish and bread lay on the table.

If Adrian hadn't been led by Yisi, he would probably show his original shape and fly up.

"Love's Wujiajiayi..." Adrian mumbled while filling in.

Iss thoughtfully handed over the soda, and translated to Andrew on the side: "He said thank you."

Andrew rolled his eyes, struggling to make room for another place on the already full table to put down the creme brulee in his hand. "Everyone has already had dinner, these are reserved for you, don't eat like they will disappear in a second."

"Full (dinner)?" Adrian's eyes widened, and he still didn't forget to stuff his mouth.

"You've been sleeping all day!" Andrew angrily cleared away the empty plates that had piled up at an alarming rate.

"..." Iss blocked Adrian's mouth with a piece of smoked fish.

"That... Mr. Richaroo." Andrew sat down cautiously.

His head tilted.

"Did you already know that Morkales did something like that...?"

"Su!" Adrian also raised his hand.

"Well... I didn't know at first." Iss leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner.

"I just think this magician is suspicious."

Adrian swallowed the cheese hard. "Suspicious? But I think he's kind."

Is pushed the sausage on hand. "Does Ed remember his door lock?"

"The one that called me?"

"En. Is it true that someone who is on guard against his fiancée is really kind?" Even Lili had to verify her identity before she could enter. She was either naturally suspicious or had some ulterior secret to prevent any chance of being bumped into by accident.

"At the time we thought it was a means of this extraordinary period, but I'm afraid he has always been like this?" Iss looked up at Andrew.

"We all thought it was a little experiment that Mocales liked to bring magic to life, and no one cared..." Andrew hung his head.

"If the locks were just a quirk, then the lingering sulfur smell of his house couldn't hide it." Other than gemsmiths and blacksmiths, the only possibility of this smell in the home was alchemy.

"He said that he was often injured carelessly and used sulfur to sterilize the wound, especially in the past two months..."

"The dose has been increased?" Ice said lightly.

Andrew covered his face.

"The Warcraft that my Ed met later confirmed this idea even more, that is, someone is studying body alchemy."

Ed raised his hand cooperatively to ask a question. "alchemy?"

The so-called alchemy, in addition to the well-known rectification and purification of base metals-decomposition-reconstruction, there are two taboo areas, namely "life transformation" and "life creation".These two parts belong to bio-alchemy.The "creation of life" directly violated the realm of God and has long been obliterated in history, but the taboo "reformation of life" has been tirelessly explored.

Mokales is probably an alchemist who possesses magical talent but devotes himself to living body alchemy.

His magic allows him to capture monsters to carry out various grafting and transformation experiments, but as he himself said, human beings and monsters are fundamentally different after all.He is no longer satisfied with monsters, but is eager to test his achievements on humans.But this is not the territory of wild man-eating giants. Experimenting with living people is as evil as killing people, which is strictly prohibited by the general laws of Ori.Therefore, he needs an "accident", an accident that can cause people to be killed or injured.

"I was that accident." Werther, who had been sitting silently on the side, spoke slowly.

Is nodded.As a magician, Mokales must be familiar with the location of the town's protective barrier, and Werther's arrival gave him "unexpected" conditions and a scapegoat.There was already a large cemetery around Ketata. After breaking the enchantment, as long as there is a little guidance, it is very reasonable for dark creatures to take advantage of the chaos to flood into Ketata.

"As for the attackers during the day..." Iss pondered for a moment, "I'm afraid it's his modified monster." After all, Mokales is not a necromancer and cannot control the behavior of dark creatures. Dark creatures will not follow his request. Decide how much harm is done to the person.When he needed a living, there was a daytime raid.

"oh oh--"

While listening to Ice's slow narration, Adrian ate a lot of Hesse while not forgetting to express his opinion. He raised his head and drank a big mouthful of water to help him swallow the last mouthful of pudding: "So, is he a good man?" Pointing to Momo Cloaked Werther sitting to one side.

"I'm still the necromancer that everyone is afraid to avoid."

Adrian put down his glass. "Why?"

"Because I am a Necromancer."

"so what?"

"So everyone is afraid to avoid it."

"why?"

"..."