Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

Perceiving that the atmosphere is a little abnormal, Asri beside Rhodes proactively said to Linda: "You can call me Asri, he is the powerful Lord Rhodes. We have an urgent matter and need to see Smed Lord, little girl, also ask you to lead us."

Seeing what Asri said, Linda nodded, and at the same time he did not forget to glaze at Rod: "The people who come from afar and walk out of the teleportation monument are all our distinguished guests. I will take you to see him. Lord Mede's."

Aware of Linda's verbal targeting, Rhode curled his lips. He didn't care about the hostility of such an ordinary creature with no power.

Soon, under the leadership of Linda, Rod and his entourage marched towards the middle of the valley.

In the perception, there was more and more living aura, and there was a town not far away. Rod was a little strange for a while, and said to Asri: "This is not the city of the dead, what is Smed doing? Did he learn? What secret method do you need the assistance of these ordinary creatures?"

Asri shook his head: "It's not what you think. A long time ago, Smed used to be a knight of glory. Later, because he sheltered an underground demon, the entire territory was implicated and was cleansed by those angels. Became a lich in the curse, I think, all this in his current territory is to reproduce the situation before."

"Interesting..." Rod said in a deep voice.

In the front, Linda, who was responsible for leading the way, listened to the conversation between Rhodes and Asri, with curiosity in her eyes, and she kept looking back to the rear, hoping to get more information about Lord Smed from their mouths.

Perhaps focusing on the rear relationship, Linda accidentally stumbled over the protruding tree roots on the ground and staggered a few steps forward to stabilize her figure.

"What are you doing? Take your way!" Rod scolded unceremoniously.

Linda touched her back heel, then stuck her tongue out at Rod, pouting her mouth and moving on.

"Where is it?" Asri thought for a while, and then said, "Smed once found me, brought the remains of his men, and begged me to resurrect them, but I couldn't do that."

"Why? Are you not very good at the spell of reincarnation?"

Asri shook his head: "Those remains seem to be intact, but they are missing the most critical part, that is the soul. Their souls have been cleansed by those angels. Reincarnated and reborn cannot resurrect the creatures whose souls have been purified. Spiritualism may be possible, but he is obviously unwilling."

Listening to Asri's words, Rod thought of something, and his expression became serious.

Rowling's soul was also taken away by those angels. Once purified, she would not be able to reincarnate and resurrect.

"Using spiritism, can the corpse whose soul is taken away be transformed?" Rod asked.

"This question, you should know better than me. Your attainments in spiritism surpass all liches." Asri replied slowly.

Seeing Linda in front of him pricked his ears to eavesdrop on, Asri smiled helplessly, and then said:

"I know what you are thinking. The soul contains all the memories of creatures and their awakened will. Once the soul is purified, these will no longer exist. The purified body of the soul can be transformed into undead creatures, but But they cannot be transformed into death knights. Their heroic will has long been erased with the soul."

Hearing what Asri said, Rod's heart sank.

As Asri said, once Rowling's soul is purified, she will not be able to be reborn in any form, which Rhodes did not want to see.

Linda, who was leading the way, listened to the conversation between the two people behind her, and her face was shocked. At the same time, she was also a little confused. She had never heard of these mysterious information before.

Soon, a simple wooden house appeared in Linda's eyes, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "We are here. Lord Smed, lives in this wooden house on weekdays."

Perhaps he sensed the approach of powerful death energy, the door of the wooden house opened with Linda's words, and a special figure slowly walked out of the wooden house.

"Smed." Rod recognized that the person in front of him was Smed, who had appeared at the Lich Assembly, so things were undoubtedly much easier, "surrender to me. You will obey my commands. There will be no dissatisfaction in my heart."

Rod's words containing a certain magical power resounded in Smed's ears.

"Are you crazy? You even talked to Lord Lord like this." Linda said in a panic.

Smed stepped forward and looked at Rod and said, "I remember you, you are the holder of the artifact in the prophecy, and your name is Rod."

Seeing Rod's words like this, Linda hurriedly bowed her head and said sincerely to Smed: "Lord Lord, he didn't mean to offend you. He doesn't understand your identity at all. I beg you to forgive him."

However, Smed did not pay attention to Linda at all. He went straight to Rod, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "I surrender to you, Lord Rod, from now on, you will be my master. ."

Linda was taken aback, her mouth opened wide, and she spoke for a long time.

"Excellent." Rod said in a deep voice, "How many powerful subordinates do you have? Let them assemble and prepare to attack the capital of Elasia."

"This..." Smed looked embarrassed, "I don't like to control undead creatures, and I also hate those necromancers. The only creature in the territory that can handle it should be me."

Rod frowned, and then said: "In this case, let me transform some corpse witch kings for you."

As he said, the darkness of death energy surged from Lord's body, and then spilled into the town.

Dispersing the cloud of death in this way undoubtedly reduces the damage of this magic. However, when facing low-level or ordinary creatures, casting the cloud of death in this way can maximize the range of effect.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" Perceiving the ominous aura in the black cloud and mist, Linda, who recovered from the shock, hurried forward and grabbed Rod's black robe, trying to stop him.

In the distance, the cloud of death has touched the bodies of the creatures in the city, and for a while, crying and screaming spread out from the city.

"Lord Lord, you must think of a way to stop his actions..."

Facing Linda’s pleading, Smed’s face was calm, and there was an inexplicable enthusiasm in his eyes looking at Rod: "Thank you for the reward, the master."

Linda didn't say much, the next moment, her throat was stuck with a big, sturdy hand.

She struggled with her body, trying to get rid of the grip of this hand, but to no avail, Linda only felt that her breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

The cold sharp blade pierced her body, but Linda didn't feel any pain. Her struggling movements became smaller and she could no longer lift any strength. Eventually, she was thrown on the ground like garbage, and her consciousness plunged into darkness.

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