Magic Underachiever

"Marcus, what did the captain say to you?" A prestigious senior mercenary shouted to Marcus who was holding Stilwell and crying... When he saw him, he was still crying, and he kicked him irritably. Marcus kicked and shouted: "Now is not the time to cry, a necromancer is nearby. We not only want to avenge the leader, but also for our lives, we also need to find that damn necromancer."

I've long thought it was strange that I didn't encounter any undead along the way. Did the leader discover something? "

Marcus got up from the ground and lifted his hood to reveal his appearance. His face was very pale and he always looked sick... If it weren't for Captain Stilwell pitying him and the fact that he was a bad mage, the mercenaries would have driven this bounty-sharing burden out of the mercenary group long ago. .

In the mercenary industry, the status of a low-level magician is not as good as that of an excellent gunner.

Marcus behaved as usual, submissive and extremely timid, and showed no anger after being kicked. He narrated in an extremely sad voice: "The leader told me that he could not meet the undead in the Desert of Death. This was a strange thing he had never encountered before. He just finished inspecting the camp, and there were more undead wandering around us than before. There were many nights, but the routes they took deliberately avoided the direction of the camp.

There seems to be some force that prevents them from approaching here.

Controlling the undead...only the Necromancer can do it. And this necromancer is in this camp, even among us...

The leader already has a suspect and asked me to find evidence that she is the necromancer when this person releases necromancy. "

When Marcus was describing his "conversation" with Stilwell, he used the word "she" specifically referring to women. In an instant... more than twenty rifles were aimed at Jessica, the only woman in the expedition, at the same time. Pulling the bolt, loading the bullet, and aiming all at once, showing the excellent combat qualities of the mercenaries.

The situation changed so quickly that Jessica, who listened carefully to Marcus' story, did not react at all. She had to slowly raise her hands, let go and threw the magic wand on the beach, and then argued for herself: "I swear , I did not kill Captain Stilwell... I was with Sir Charles when Captain Stilwell was attacked, and he can prove my innocence. "

Several guns were pointed at Sir Charles, and Sir Charles had no choice but to raise his hand. He said: "I can prove Jessica's innocence. She is definitely not a necromancer, and she did not kill Captain Stilwell."

But the mercenaries held their guns very steadily.

The mercenary who just kicked Marcus has a high prestige in the mercenary group. After Stilwell died, he took over the command of the mercenaries. He held guns in both hands, pointing one at Jessica and the other at Sir Charles.

"Sir... due to your relationship with this suspect, your testimony is not recognized by us. We are all mercenaries who use our lives to make money in the Death Desert, and no one knows this place better than us.

The team has never encountered the undead. It may be due to our good luck, but the chance of having a necromancer in the team is definitely higher.

I saw Captain Stilwell having an unpleasant conversation with Miss Jessica during the day, and then he was killed by undead magic at night.

Miss Jessica is a magician again...

We have reason to believe...she has practiced undead magic that is despised by the world..."

Sir Charles defended: "Jessica is not the only magician in this team. I am also a magician, and you also have one in your team."

"Hahaha..." the mercenary laughed: "Yes, we also have a magician, Marcus... His only role in the team is to use his poor magic power to squeeze me out when I go out to shit at night. Shine some light and illuminate the pit for me.”

The words of the mercenary leader caused the mercenaries to laugh. However, they thought about the new death of the group leader and the necromancer in front of them, so they immediately refocused their attention on Jessica and Sir Charles.

Fortunately... before more people were killed by the Necromancer, they found the murderer... Now with just one order, they will pull the trigger immediately...

Marcus, who was spying on the secret medicine, was eager to get the kettle on Jessica's waist. He jumped out and defended himself emotionally: "The leader took me in and took care of me... I won't kill him, and I don't have the strength to kill him." He. You two are both detestable necromancers... You definitely didn't come to the Desert of Death to explore some ancient ruins. You tricked us here just to kill us and conduct horrific necromancy experiments.

That must be it!

Everyone, shoot quickly and kill them... don't let them delay, otherwise they will summon the undead to surround us.

Surrounded..."

Marcus' words stopped abruptly at this moment.

Everyone stood motionless, not saying a word... only their eyes turned in panic, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

The moonlit night was quiet, the wind blew across the hills, and the burning bonfire was "cracking" with sparks.

Jessica's body also became stiff. She was not under any spell, but like all the mercenaries, she did not dare to make any moves because... at some point, they were surrounded by undead.

Stilwell's death brought everyone here. When the mercenaries focused all their attention on Jessica, the "necromancer", the undead had already surrounded them.

Skeletons and rotting corpses approached very strangely and quietly, and walked to the front of the camp under the cover of the thick fog and darkness, and then stood there blankly. They were motionless like sculptures, and the line stretched into the mist of the night. No one knew how many undead there were here. Their brains had already gone blank, fearing that a sound would stimulate these undead to attack.

Fortunately, these undead just stood there, at the edge of the camp, neither moving forward nor backward.

The picture was extremely weird.

"Miss Jessica..." The mercenary leader kept aiming with both guns, and he lowered his voice and said, "How about this... you let us go, and we let you go. We will keep the secret for you... how about it!"

Jessica also cursed in a low voice: "You idiot, do you still think I am a necromancer? I have the ability to summon so many undead, will you still point a gun at my head now?

Put the gun down quickly... No, no, no, keep aiming at me. If the undead want to kill me, please shoot more accurately."

The mercenary leader didn't know whether he should continue to point his gun at Jessica.

At this time, a terrifying roar sounded in the sky, and then a giant black shadow fell heavily on the sand. The ground shook, and the skeletons and corpses were knocked down. There was another roar, and the black shadow stood up, it spread its wings, showing its extraordinary posture, and stepped on the humble undead under its feet with its strong limbs and walked towards the expedition team that was fighting internally.

The expedition members finally saw what this terrifying creature was.

A giant dragon.

To be exact, it was not a living giant dragon. It had a dragon skeleton, and the outside of the skeleton was covered with a layer of armor-like keratin, making it look stronger and more powerful than the legendary undead supernatural creature bone dragon.