Chapter 1224

With the departure of the male necromancer, the camp quieted down. Loman's attention focused on the map in front of him again, but the female necromancer joked:

"Poor anmore, he must have eaten a bad stomach. I told him not to eat the corpse witch's meat, but he obviously didn't follow my advice."

Loman shook his head, did not say much, but continued to look at the map in front of him.

Seeing that the two men were going to be in the cold, the female necromancer took the initiative to ask, "if this battle ends smoothly and the necromancer wins the final victory, what's your plan?"

"Me?" Through the still bright fire, Loman looks at the female necromancer.

Under the black and red hood, there is a face full of defects. The left eye socket is covered with purplish blood vessels, and the skin below is wrinkled and inactive. But from the delicate right face, it is not difficult to see what kind of appearance she once had.

Loman himself was no better. The skin around his mouth was rotten and his terrible teeth were exposed to the air all the time. The erosion trace of death energy deeply exists in them, which is the only way for all senior Necromancers.

"I want to go to Diya, to the best necromancer Academy for further study, and to explore the way to become a lich. The harvest of this battle is enough for me to spend a long time. If it goes well, it won't be long before I can hold the final ceremony... Endless night ceremony."

To be a real Lich is the pursuit of every necromancer. Loman's answer makes people unable to find any questions.

"Lich... If you want to be a lich, you don't have to rely on magic knowledge alone. You have to have unique potential. I don't have such potential. It's my limit to reach the present level. "

"And you? You once said that the life of the necromancer is boring and you want to find a place to live in seclusion. It's not a good choice to stay in vilning

Loman asked casually, but his eyes were always on the people around him.

"I also know..." as if thinking of something, the female necromancer sighed, "I will stay in Eli. As you know, when the battle is over, all the land that once belonged to Eli will be occupied by the necromancer."

In the middle of the camp, there was a sudden strong wind, which made the whole camp swaying and the candle light swaying. It was possible to go out at any time.

However, Loman can't take these into account. His vision always stays on the female necromancer in front of him.

As the words came out, she showed a smile of expectation. On the intact half of her face, the smile was so bright that it should not belong to the necromancer, which deeply attracted Loman's attention. For a moment, Loman completely ignored the defect of her half face.

"If possible, I would like to choose a dense forest that has not been eroded by the Necromancers in the territory of Eli, establish my own pasture, and find a man who can see the past. I don't know if my body is still fertile. "

The smile on the female Necromancer's face has not disappeared. Suddenly, all the candles in the camp are extinguished at this moment.

In the dark, with the sound of wood breaking, something came crashing down.

Realizing the coming of the crisis, Loman immediately moved out of the tent.

Loman noticed that somehow, the camp suddenly collapsed, and the original torches in the camp were completely extinguished, and the surrounding area was completely in darkness.

"Is anmore you? Are you the one who broke the camp and made the camp dark? If it's you, you'd better be careful, because once I meet you, I'll show you the power of "the heart of the corpse wizard!"

At the same time, Loman started a fire in his hand, trying to illuminate the surrounding scene, but the darkness seemed to have some magic power, which could swallow the light and minimize the scope of the fireball.

In the dead darkness, there was no response, only the whistling wind was laughing at Loman.

"Ina, where are you? Come out of the collapsed camp. It looks like something bad has happened in the camp. "

He knew that the more flustered he was, the more unable he was to solve the immediate problems. However, he could not suppress his emotions.

It's not easy to overcome the biological instinct. It's OK to say that there is a blessing of will, but if there is no strong will, it is often controlled by instinct.

Under the collapsed camp, there was no response. The instinctive fear made Loman's hand holding the fireball tremble. What happened in front of him was beyond his expectation.

At this time, there was a sound below the camp, and there was a sign of human struggle. Loman quickly approached. Through the fireball, he found the black red robe that belonged to ina.

After discovering this, Loman quickly stepped forward to help, turned over the heavy cloth, and wanted to liberate his lower body. But his hand was suddenly caught by a cold thing.

"Ina?"

What exists under the black and red robe is not Aina in Loman's impression. Although there is no difference in her face, from the cold touch on her hand and a familiar breath of death, it is obvious that Aina has changed.

Under Loman's gaze, the skin on the surface of Aina's body, accompanied by flesh and blood, falls off from her body like a wax figure, revealing the pale bones inside her body.

The dark sticky substance, along with the hand that originally belonged to ina, was stained with Loman's black robe. The red light spots welled up from its empty eye socket. There was no other choice. Loman shot the fireball in his hand and hit ina's skeleton directly.

A strong flame burst out in front of Aina's body, and the skeleton split in an instant. Loman felt that his body was light, but his arm was still bound by death. A closer look showed that a broken hand bone was still holding his arm.

He quickly pulled the half of the hand bone apart, and Loman ignited a fireball again. He looked at the scene in front of him, and Rao was a necromancer like him. This was the first time to see such a thing.

In the dark, suddenly came a burst of laughter, mercilessly laughing at Loman in front of him, which undoubtedly annoyed him.

Under Loman's command, the corpse witches gathered to give him some psychological comfort. He roared around: "who is playing tricks in the dark? Get out of here quickly!"