Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

With the departure of the male necromancer, the camp fell silent. Loman's attention was once again focused on the map in front of him, but the female necromancer on the side ridiculed:

"Poor Anmore, he must have eaten his stomach. I told him not to eat the meat of the corpse witch, but he obviously didn't follow my advice."

Loman shook his head, did not say much, but continued to look at the map in front of him.

Seeing that the two people are going to be cold again, the female Necromancer actively asked: "If this battle ends smoothly and the Necromancer wins the final victory, what are your plans?"

"Me?" Loman looked at the female Necromancer through the fairly bright fire light.

Under the black and red hood, there is a face full of defects. The left eye socket is covered with blue-purple blood vessels, and the skin underneath is wrinkled and inactive, but judging from the exquisite right face, it is not unsightly. Show what she once had.

Loman himself was not much better either, the skin around his mouth was decayed, and his terrifying teeth were always exposed to the air. The erosion traces of death energy exist deeply on them, which is the only way for all senior necromancers.

"I want to go to Diya, go to the best Necromancer academy for further studies, and explore the path to becoming a lich. The gains from this battle are enough for me to consume a long time. If it goes well, I will be able to hold it soon. The final ritual... an endless long night ritual."

Becoming a real lich is the pursuit of every necromancer, and Loman's answer makes people unable to find any problems.

"Lich... If you want to become a lich, you don't just rely on spell knowledge, you have to have unique potential. I don't have such a potential. It's already my limit to reach this level."

"What about you? You once said that the life of a necromancer bores you, and you want to find a place to live in seclusion. It's not a good choice to stay in Vernin."

Loman asked seemingly casually, but his gaze was always on the person beside him.

"I also know..." As if thinking of something, the female Necromancer sighed, "I will stay in Eri, as you know, when the battle is over, the land that once belonged to Eri will be destroyed by the Necromancer. Occupy everything."

In the camp, there was a sudden violent wind, which caused the entire camp tent to flicker, and the candlelight swayed, and there was a possibility of extinguishing at any time.

Loman couldn't take this into consideration. His sight always stayed on the female necromancer in front of him.

As the words uttered, she showed an expectant smile, half of her face intact, the smile was so bright, the kind of smile that shouldn't belong to the necromancer, deeply attracted Loman's attention, and for a while, Luo Man completely ignored the flaws in half of her face.

"If possible, I would like to choose a dense forest in Eri that has not been eroded by the necromancer, build a pasture of my own, and find a man from the past. I don’t know my current body and whether there is fertility. Ability."

The smile on the female necromancer's face had not disappeared, and suddenly, the candlelight in the camp was extinguished at this moment.

In the darkness, with the sound of wood breaking, something slammed down.

Realizing that the crisis was coming, Loman ignored the others, and immediately moved out of the camp through teleportation.

Loman noticed that, for some reason, the camp suddenly collapsed. In the entire camp, the torches that had been set up were also completely extinguished at this time, and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness.

"Is Anmore you? You destroyed the camp and plunged the entire camp into darkness? If it is you, you better be careful, because once I meet you, I will let you see the Heart of the Witch 'It's amazing!"

While roaring, Loman ignited a ball of flame in his hand, trying to illuminate the surrounding scene, but the darkness seemed to have some magical power, able to swallow the emitted light, and minimize the illuminating range of the fireball.

In the deadly darkness, there was no response, only the howling wind, mocking Loman in front of him.

"Aina, where are you? Get out of the collapsed camp. It looks like something bad has happened in the camp."

An unprecedented panic emerged from Loman's heart. He knew that the more panic at this time, the less able to solve the problem in front of him, but he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.

It is not an easy task to overcome the instincts belonging to creatures. It's okay to have the blessing of will, but if you don't have a strong will, you will often be controlled by instinct.

Under the collapsed camp, there was no response. The instinctive fear caused Lomanto's hand holding the fireball to tremble slightly. What happened before him had already exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, there was a noise from below the camp, and there were signs of human struggle. Loman hurriedly approached, and through the shining of the fireball, he discovered the black and red robe that belonged to Aina.

After discovering this, Loman hurriedly stepped forward to help and opened the heavy cloth that was pressed down, trying to liberate the body below, but his hand was suddenly caught by a cold thing.

"Aina?"

Under the black and red robe, it is not the Aina in Loman’s impression. Although there is no difference under the face, from the cold touch on the hand and a familiar breath of death, Aina is obviously happening. Some kind of change.

Under Loman's gaze, the skin on the surface of Aina's body, accompanied by flesh and blood, fell off from the body like a wax figure melted, exposing the pale bones inside the body.

The dark sticky thing followed the hand that originally belonged to Ina, and it was stained with the black robe on Loman's body. The red light spot surged from its hollow eye sockets. There was no other choice. Loman took the hand The fireball shot out and hit Aina's bones.

A fierce flame exploded in front of Aina, and the skeleton's body instantly fell apart. Loman felt his body lightened, but his arm was still bound to death. A closer look showed that a broken hand bone was still dead. Holding his arm.

Hastily tore away the half of his hand bone, Loman once again lit a fireball, and he stared at the scene ahead in shock. It was the first time he saw this kind of thing for a necromancer like him.

In the darkness, there was a sudden sneer, and he laughed mercilessly at Loman in front of him, which undoubtedly annoyed him.

Under Loman's order, the gathered corpses gave him some psychological comfort, and he roared around: "Who is pretending to be a ghost in the dark, get out of me!"

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