Warhammer Wizard

On the second night, Renn spent more than two hours walking through the neighborhoods gathered by a few extraordinary people in the territory, screening thousands of pedestrians with the eyes of the soul, but still no gain.

When passing by the Mallet Arena, I saw the sign of the tavern opposite.

"crossroads."

He played cards in the middle of the night last night. He was familiar with this pub. He looked up and saw on the third floor platform. Ding Laji and Pauline were sitting at the table by the railing again, drinking and playing cards. .

"Why are you here again?" Rennes muttered.

Just about to turn around and leave, Ding Laji also saw him, stood up and waved at him, showing the card in his hand to signal him to go up.

Rennes hesitated for a few seconds before moving towards the tavern.

"Only play two rounds as a break." He thought to himself, "Continue searching for a while."

A few hours later.

Ren came out of the tavern, looked at the night in the sky, and secretly warned himself: "Ren, Ren, lead the threat to the necromancer, how can you be so loose, you can't go on like this tomorrow."

a week later.

On the third floor platform of the Crossroads Tavern, Renn was holding the All Souls card in his hand, his eyes focused, and his opponent's hand was calculated silently in his heart.

On the table in front of him were a dozen gold shields and hundreds of silver crowns.

This was won by playing cards tonight, partly from Ding Laji and Pauline, and more from the money lost by other customers in the tavern.

In recent days, news of a Master of All Souls has arrived in the Crossroads Pub, which has spread in the small circle of the extraordinary.

There are poker players who come to challenge every day, but none of them can win money from this demon hunter named "Van Helsing".

In the beginning, there are still some players who can win the next or two games occasionally with high-quality cards and good luck.

But later, Van Helsing also collected many rare cards, and the more proficient the card skills, the more difficult it was for others to win him.

After playing more than a thousand rounds, Van Helsing lost no more than 30 cards, and his winning rate was terribly high.

At this moment, the player sitting opposite, his face was as ugly as constipation.

Rennes remained expressionless and played the last card.

"you lose."

The crowd onlookers all sighed together. They had seen this kind of scene too many times in the past few days, and every time they saw Fan Haixin lose, they were always so close.

The opposing player was unwilling, but helpless.

He took out all the money in his wallet, threw it on the table, and sat back to his place to drink depressed.

Renn looked around, there was no new challenger, so he put the cards away and took out a bag to pack the gold shield and silver crown.

Ding Laji's face was full of envy, "If I had your card skills, it wouldn't be a few days since I opened the meat."

His pockets are cleaner than his face now, he doesn't have a copper rissole, and he even asked Pauline to drink.

Pauline is not much better, just more restrained.

Renn didn't care much about the money. Every half a minute, his gaze scanned from the street below, and said, "When will you pay back the money you owe me?"

Playing cards these days, Ding Laji not only lost all his money, but also owed himself a debt.

"Uh..." Dinglaji suddenly became embarrassed, and said with a sneer: "Fan Haixin, anyway, you don't need money now, so please give me a few more days."

Seeing that Fan Haixin was unmoved, he quickly patted his chest: "I told you before that I took a big task. Playing cards here these days is actually waiting for the target to appear. When the task is completed, he will have money to pay back. you."

"At most three days." Renn said coldly.

Playing cards returned to playing cards, he didn't really forget what was going on, pretending to be bored, and the Eye of Soul scanned back and forth below.

"Three days..."

Ding Laji scratched his chin in a tangled way, thinking for a moment, as if to make some decision: "Fan Haising, if I let you participate in this task, the money I owe you will be written off and the reward will be evenly divided, how about it?"

Pollin didn't want to wait for Renne's answer.

"Didn't you say yes, is it enough for the two of us to take the shot?" He stared at Ding Laji, his hungry wolf-like eyes filled with dissatisfaction, and lowered his voice: "There are only 1,500 gold shields in total, but the reward is required. If it is divided into three people, it is boring. Moreover, his strength still doesn't know how..."

"He is at least a high-level demon hunter, maybe better than you."

Ding Laji said very affirmatively, and calmly said: "Three people will be more sure to act together. The big deal is that I will take less, and your bounty will remain the same."

"It's pretty much the same." Pauline reluctantly agreed, but the look at Renn was still suspicious.

Rennes listened to the conversation between the two, slandering.

Obviously, he had given out a bounty of three thousand gold shields, and Ding Laji dealt with half less. This Pauline had been scammed with a large sum of money without knowing it.

"What task?" Renn pretended to be very interested.

"The most skilled task of your demon hunters is to track and kill monsters." Ding Laji said in a slightly invisible voice: "But it is not an ordinary monster, but a necromancer..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly twitched his nose twice.

He looked ugly. He had half of his nose cut off in his early years, leaving two black holes in his nostrils, but his sense of smell was very sensitive. After a few twitches like a dog, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he whispered: "You are lucky. The target appeared."

Paulin lifted his spirits and sat up: "Where?"

"Don't look around, keep drinking." Ding Laji was extremely calm, with a confident smile on his lips, "He can't run away."

Ren also picked up his glass and drank, scanning the street from the corner of his eye.

Needless to point out Ding Laji, he also found the target.

On the other side of the street where the mallet arena was, a horse-drawn carriage came slowly and stopped in front of an alchemy shop.

The man driving the car was a young man, about twenty-five years old, wearing leather armor and hanging a long sword, with a vigorous skill, lightly jumped out of the car and walked into the shop.

A discerning person knew at a glance that he was a ranger.

Ren's eyes of soul went straight into the depths, and he could see more clearly. This was a second-level ranger, with relatively ordinary strength, not outstanding, and appearance was very inconspicuous.

However, the other party's soul state was abnormal, and it was entangled by another pale soul, and was firmly suppressed.

"The resentful spirit possessed!"

Renn immediately recognized that the young ranger had been possessed by the resentful spirit.

Wraiths are undead creatures. They are pure energy bodies. They are not afraid of physical attacks. They attack the living with the cold energy of their own death, and they like to attach to the living and control their body's actions.

Every necromancer will summon wraiths to serve him.

As long as you trace this wraith spirit, you will be able to find the whereabouts of the necromancer.

Ren couldn't help but glanced at Ding Laji, this demon warlock had two shots, separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, and it was still at night, unexpectedly found the resentful spirit.

The person possessed by the resentful spirit can't see the difference in appearance, almost exactly the same as a normal person.

Ryan thought to himself, if there is no eye of the soul, it would be difficult to detect it himself.

The three of them continued to drink, and Ding Laji even happily talked about the meat jokes, which caused a burst of laughter from the guests at the nearby tables.

Only occasionally when he scanned the alchemy shop, there was a trace of caution in his eyes.

Shortly after.

The young ranger came out of the shop, followed by a few guys. They carried a dozen boxes of alchemy materials into the carriage, and respectfully watched the young man leave.

The carriage got farther and farther and disappeared on the other side of the street.

"Come with me."

Ding Laji got up immediately, took Ren and Pauline downstairs, and left the Crossroads Tavern.

The three followed along the street.

After a while, he left the Mallet Arena and turned into a relatively remote road, without street lights, all around it was pitch black, and there were no pedestrians in sight.

The carriage is long gone.

Ren could not see with the eyes of the soul, his vision was blocked by various things on the ground.

However, Ding Laji was not in a hurry, twitching his nose every half a minute, without any hesitation in his footsteps, and he was obviously confident of his sense of smell.

As Paulin ran, he couldn't help asking, "Are you sure you didn't chase the wrong one?"

"Nonsense." Ding Laji was very dissatisfied with Pollin's suspicion of him, and said with a snort: "The Hellhound's nose can recognize most of the smells in the world, especially the monsters related to the abyss. I can smell it after a thousand steps. The smell on the undead."

Renn glanced at him, he knew it already.

The power of demon warlocks comes from the devil. They rely on the unique medium of the Demon Code to enslave the devil's soul and use the devil's blood to paint runes on their bodies.

In battle, you can either summon the devil, or let it possess and strengthen itself.

This kind of cultivation method is very similar to the spirit wizard, but it is limited to demons, and the number of summons is not as good as the spirit wizard. If you don't pay attention, you may be backlashed by the demons and fall into the abyss.

A demon warlock can enslaves a demon every time he level up.

Every time you raise a rank, one more demon can be summoned in the battle. Ding Laji is a high-ranking warlock. At most three demons can be summoned into battle at the same time. If this number is exceeded, it will lose control.

Ding Laji enslaved eight demons, one of which was Hellhound.

When playing cards in the past few days, he has been using hellhound's sense of smell, constantly distinguishing the smells that appear near the tavern.

"He has speeded up, and we must hurry up to keep up."

A dark red illusory code appeared in Ding Laji's hand, with a devil's skull painted on the cover. Turning to one of the pages, a tall war horse leaped out of thin air.

It was dressed in heavy armor, with strange light green flames emerging from its eyes and four hooves, illuminating the surroundings, and exuding a frightening breath.

This is the fear horse of the Demon Warlock.

Dread Charger is a kind of demon that lives in the abyss. It is born with a halo of fear that can intimidate the enemies around it.

The demon warlock incorporates its demon soul into his demon code, and can be summoned at any time as his riding mount.

Ding Laji jumped on the Fear Warhorse, and it immediately ran on all four hooves, very fast, leaving burnt hoof prints on the ground.

"I hate this thing." Pollin was uncomfortable with the breath of the fear horse, speeding up under his feet, keeping a distance from it.

He is the Storm Demon Swordsman, known for his speed, and easily followed Ding Laji.

When he was a little worried that Fan Haixin would not be able to keep up, he turned his head and saw that the demon hunter was running beside him unhurriedly.

"Does the cat sent a demon hunter so fast?"

Pauline was puzzled.

Demon hunters are good at tracking monsters, and their speed is certainly not slow, especially cat-style demon hunters, with dexterous footsteps, balanced body, and good at fighting within a small range, but purely speaking, the speed should be not as good as the wind demon swordsman, but Fan Haixin He seems to be faster than himself, and his face is relaxed when running, as if he still has spare energy.

Ryan guessed Pauline's thoughts, and smiled twice in his heart, but said nothing.

The three of them were fast and slow, and never lost track of them.

After chasing for about twenty minutes, Ding Laji's speed suddenly slowed down, jumped from the fear horse, took it back to the Demon Codex, and whispered: "He stopped."

Below the night ahead is a town with sporadic lights on.

Rennes is very familiar with his territory. This is the town of Dasom. There are more than 30,000 residents in the town, most of which are civilians and ordinary people. One third of them are locals who are engaged in agriculture and are their own plantations. Work with farms; the remaining two-thirds are workers from other places who work in nearby factories.

There are more than a dozen such villages and towns in the territory. Dasom is not the largest, and the number of people is not the largest, ranking about fifth.

Ren opened the map on his phone and found the location of Dasom Town.

The town of Dasom is located north of the center of Glamorgan, in the middle of the densely populated area of ​​the territory.

Ren's heart was tight, the necromancer was hiding here, and the situation was not so good.

The three of them approached the town by night, stopped behind a haystack outside the town, and looked at the situation in the town. Ding Laji said, "I will check the situation first."

He cast the spell silently, and a few seconds later, a fist-sized eyeball was summoned.

The eyeballs are floating in the air, dark green all over.

Its pupils are vertical, and they look around as soon as they come out, their eyes seem to be able to see through the void, and when they are summoned, they immediately become invisible.

"go with."

Ding Laji closed his eyes and gave a low voice, and his eyes flew towards Dasom Town.

Ren watched him use the technique. This was the "Nether Eye" of the Demon Warlock. Ding Laji's vision was connected with the Nether Eye, and he could see everything it saw.

He waited patiently.

In less than five minutes, Ding Laji's eyes opened: "Found it. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com"

"How?" Paulin asked anxiously.

"They are hiding in the yard on the other side of the town. There are three people, including the ranger, but I'm not sure if there is a necromancer." Ding Laji cautiously described, "They are unloading, and I smelled the alchemy room in that yard. The smell is very heavy, and a lot of potions should be being refined secretly."

"I haven't smelled this potion before, but it feels terrible to me." Ding Laji guessed, "It is very likely a poison."

"Poison!" Pauline was startled.

Necromancers are good at refining all kinds of terrible toxins for human testing, and they are also very scary existences for the transcendents, and they dare not contaminate them.

He suddenly retreated.

Ding Laji was also hesitating, anyway, he had found the whereabouts of the necromancer, he went back and reported it to the Earl of Glamorgan, and just took the thousand gold shields by himself.

But before he could speak, he saw Van Haixin already approaching the town.