Chapter 1223

Under the dark night, on the barren land, the high bonfire lit up the dead trees around.

A group of necromancers set up camp here. The tireless necromancers stand on the outside of the camp, with their empty eyes always facing the dark forest.

It seems that the vast camp is full of undead creatures. The number of undead mages is very small. They are all gathered in the center of the camp, the largest camp.

The night, which should have made the Necromancers feel friendly, became the enemy they were guarding against. No one knows what kind of creatures exist in the dark forest, whether they are the ambush enemies or the darkness that devours everything.

The corpse wizard, who is enveloped in the breath of death, is following the will of the necromancer, patrolling the camp all the time, and the bones on his body rattle regularly.

With the arrival of the necromancer, animals have long disappeared. In front of the transformation of the necromancer king, any dead living creature can not escape the end of becoming a necromancer.

In the camp of the center, Loman, with the title of "heart of corpse witch", is looking at an open map and thinking constantly.

Fingertips across the map, from the shady city to the waterstop City, and then along with the winding Melis River, they continue to swim, and finally stay in the quiet city. Their fingernails are not long, leaving a few white marks on the map. At the same time, Loman shows a thoughtful look.

Beside him, there are two necromancers, a man and a woman. The energy of death is not weaker than Loman himself.

With the battle going on, wave after wave of cleansing has already taken place inside the Necromancers. The weak necromancers are the first ones to be eroded. Their strength is not enough to control the transformed necromancers, so they can only make wedding clothes for other Necromancers.

In this case, even if there is no more detailed order, in order to avoid death, the necromancer, who has always been on his own, takes the initiative to act in groups.

Senior necromancers like Lohmann are no exception. They must unite with other necromancers to bring some comfort to his restless mind.

Loman chose to join hands with a necromancer who was close to him. Among the necromancers, only those who have the same rank are qualified for equal communication.

As the team went deeper and deeper into the territory of Eli, Loman's uneasiness became more and more intense. Looking at the map in front of him, Loman could only sigh deeply.

"Are you afraid of death? The heart of the witch? Death energy overflows from your body, which is not a good omen. Only people who are deeply in despair will have such a situation. "

The husky female voice with a little accent came from a Necromancer's mouth. It didn't mean to question, but rather to state a fact.

"I don't have any fear. You know what? Before the beginning of this battle, I lived such a life. I transformed other creatures into undead creatures, accompanied with death all day, and avoided death. Today is just... A normal day. "

In the end, Loman was obviously short of breath, and the necromancer on one side also found this.

"Come on, you'd better tell these words to the Necromancers who haven't seen you before. I don't know who was frightened by the squirrel, released a series of fireballs and ignited a large forest. It's really a wrong decision to join hands with you." The female necromancer rolled her eyes.

"There's a reason for that, OK? You've also heard about the story of "the Devourer of the dead". How can I know that it's a squirrel that makes a noise in the forest, not a terrible existence? "

As soon as Lohmann's explanation came out, the camp was quiet. Whether it was the female necromancer who choked him or another necromancer, he was serious.

There is no reason for the wind, the camp candle a shake, the flame has a tendency to go out at any time, cold sweat dripping from Loman's head, at this time, he also realized what he said.

"You should not mention this name, Loman. In the dense forest, this name is a taboo. You will bring us bad luck, and the terrible darkness will devour us." The male necromancer beside sinks a way.

"Oh, come on, it's just a stupid name. Do you really believe those rumors?"

The male necromancer has a pale face with a look of fear

"That's not a rumor, Loman. Hundreds of necromancers died in its hands, and the Necromancers transformed by necromancers also disappeared in the dark. No one knows its identity. Its name has become a curse. If you don't want to kill us, you'd better not mention the name again. "

"I told you early on that it was a false message sent by ERI. The purpose was to make us fear and defuse the offensive. The so-called" dead devourer "was just an organization in ERI. Nothing can frighten the necromancer accompanied by death, absolutely not! "

Lohmann, who has been questioned, denounces in a loud voice. While seeking identification, he makes his heart feel at ease in this way.

"Maybe you don't know that there are already necromancers who charge high prices for their intelligence from the thieves guild. It has only one person, not any organization!" The male necromancer didn't mean to argue with Loman. He whispered, "it has a unique ability to devour all the bones of the necromancer. If it is Eli's organization, why has no one ever found a skeleton belonging to the necromancer?"

The female necromancer on one side didn't want to participate in this topic. It can be seen that she also had some scruples about the name mentioned by Loman: "OK, guys, no matter what the actual situation is, we'd better stick to it until the sun dispels the darkness and lead the necromancer on the road again. Don't mention that name again, Loman

With the mediation of the female necromancer, Loman and the pale male necromancer no longer spoke. They also agreed with the point mentioned by the female necromancer.

Looking at one side of Loman, the male Necromancer's eyes are not angry, obviously dissatisfied with his previous move.

"Gu... Burp..."

At the same time, his face changed. At last, he couldn't bear the discomfort of his body and walked quickly towards the camp.

"I'll take care of it." After such words, the male necromancer walked out of the warm camp.