Heroes of Silver Moon

Once the group of savages realized that someone was plotting against them, they would definitely step up their guard immediately and send out soldiers to search for the poisoner.

In this way, Simon and the others had no choice but to retreat, and because of the barbarian's high alert, it was impossible for them to find the weakness of this barbarian camp within a few months.

And Simon and the others will start school again in June, so it is impossible to keep messing with this group of barbarians.

In other words, in this way, their mission was a failure in disguise.

"Well~, why don't we change the method again." Seeing that the method of poisoning is difficult, Guy muttered again.

After thinking about it for a while, Guy went on to say: "Why don't we just sneak in at night, avoid the group of barbarians, and then quietly look for the treasure."

"No." Upon hearing such an idiot-like suggestion, Simon rolled his eyes helplessly.

"The group of barbarians are not fools. If we sneak in, the possibility of leakage is very high, and the danger of doing so is too high," Harris also analyzed calmly.

There were thousands of barbarians in that barbarian camp. Even if one pair of eyes noticed the infiltrator, those thousands of barbarians would know that someone had infiltrated the camp.

Under the siege of thousands of barbarians, it is impossible for even a top expert like Cirillo to escape.

"Ah~, this won't work, and that won't work either. In my opinion, let's just withdraw!" Seeing that the suggestion was rejected again, Guy wailed with blank eyes.

"Be a little patient, we will figure out a way." Resisting the urge to kill Guy with a hammer, Simon comforted his nerves.

The combat power of barbarians is generally not high, but once they gather enough numbers, it is really difficult to deal with.

"Well, if I can help you poison, can you not kill me!", when Simon and others were all at a loss, the necromancer who had been **** all the time spoke.

"Hmm~", Simon was startled, and then looked at the necromancer with sizing eyes.

This guy, isn't he planning to escape? Looking at the anxious Necromancer, Simon's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, what can you do, let's hear it." He glanced at Cirillo next to him, and found that he didn't stop himself from asking, so Simon asked casually.

"I, I have mastered a kind of necromancy, which can control people's spirit and make others obey orders unconditionally." Under Simon's scrutiny, the necromancer replied tremblingly.

The necromancer knew that whether he could survive today would depend on Simon's attitude.

"Well! What are the restrictions on spells that can control other people's minds!" Simon didn't feel that the spell was dangerous at all, and a flash of emotion flashed in Simon's eyes.

This spell~ seems to be of great use in the future! Simon kept thinking in his heart.

"Well, you can't control creatures with stronger spiritual power than yourself, and you can control the number of creatures, and you can't exceed your spiritual limit"

Seeing Simon's sudden interest, the necromancer was startled, this kid must be interested in this spell!

"Oh~", Simon didn't know what he was thinking. After listening to the necromancer's narration, he touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Simon asked calmly again: "With your current strength, how many barbarians can you control?"

"Well, if it's a barbarian who hasn't set foot on the professional path, I can probably control nearly a hundred of them!" After hearing Simon's question, the Necromancer replied truthfully.

"A hundred or so shouldn't be enough!"

Nervously rubbing his hands that were about to freeze, Simon frowned and said, "Let's do it! I'm also a mage. If you give me this spell, I can also control some barbarians. That should be enough."

"Huh?" When Cirillo and the others heard Simon's words, they all looked at the Holy Son of the Moonlight Church with stern eyes.

Although Simon's reason for learning this spell is high-sounding, but it may be fooled by an experienced church knight like Cirillo.

Judging from Simon's reaction, it was obvious to Cirillo that Simon simply wanted to learn this spell.

If Simon is not the Holy Son of the Church, but with Simon's intention, Cirillo has enough reasons to swing his sword like Simon.

"Master Simon, it's almost enough to control a hundred or so barbarians. You don't need to learn this evil spell."

Trying to suppress his anger, Cirillo gritted his teeth and reminded in a subtle way.

"That's right, that's right, my spell was bestowed by a certain evil god. Through this spell, that evil **** can continuously corrode the mage's will and let him slide down the abyss of sin. I couldn't resist the temptation at the beginning~www .wuxiaspot.com~ This is what it is now”

As if in Simon, he saw himself before the fall, the captured necromancer, and he couldn't help persuading him earnestly.

He didn't want Simon, a young mage, to go through the tragedy that happened to him from beginning to end.

"Well~, you mean, the evil **** can pass certain imprints in the spell, and then use the spirit to corrupt my spirit." Hearing the necromancer's advice, the emotion in Simon's eyes became stronger.

If the evil **** wanted to corrupt his spirit, he had to first ask the purple light cluster in his soul if he would agree.

You know, after Simon became the Holy Son, he specifically asked Pope Moonlight why his spiritual world was in chaos.

The purple light group can even decompose the divine power of the goddess of moonlight, so there is nothing to be afraid of if the spirit of an evil **** is corrupted.

If the evil **** dared to corrupt his own soul, it would only be broken down into spiritual power by the purple light group and used to nourish his own soul fire.

At the beginning, the little divine power of the Moonlight Goddess allowed him to be directly promoted from a low-level mage to an intermediate-level mage. If the evil **** corrupted his spirit a few more times, wouldn't he be directly expected to be a high-level mage.

Thinking of this, Simon's eyes almost flashed.

Not only can you learn a very useful spell, but you can also use the spiritual power of evil gods for nothing. Is there anything more cost-effective in this world than this?

"Ahem, I've made up my mind, so don't persuade me any more," Simon ordered pretendingly after making up his mind.

"This!", Cirillo and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

According to the general method of handling, they must directly cut Simon into eight pieces with a knife and carry him to the stake.