Chapter 1225

Loman's last fireball has achieved full success. It not only repels the enemy, but also makes Loman feel at ease now that the fire burns on the collapsed barracks and slightly dispels the darkness around him.

The silent camp resounds with Loman's roar. At this time, he doesn't care about the strength of the enemy, just wants to vent his own anger.

In the dark, ina's skeleton stood up again. At this time, her whole body was scorched black, and her ribs were broken. Even her arm, only one of them was still intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.

Loman can feel a familiar breath from it, which belongs to the breath of corpse witch, even stronger than the previous ina. When ina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.

Looking at Aina's body, Loman felt a pang of pain. Before that, he talked with him. The necromancer who wanted to live in seclusion after the battle became an undead in a twinkling of an eye.

"I've heard of your name, the heart of the necromancer. When I was an ordinary necromancer, I had heard of it. I didn't expect to see you here."

The deep male voice came from the skull in front of Loman, accompanied by the continuous opening and closing of the teeth, making bursts of penetrating sound.

Loman knows that at this time, Aina is dead. With the help of her bones, another necromancer hiding in the dark is responsible for all this.

After discovering this, Loman immediately calmed down and tried to make a verbal test: "I don't remember offending a powerful being like you."

"Offend? No, you haven't offended me, and I didn't come here for you. I just happened to meet you in the process of routine. "

The deep male voice said so. Meanwhile, the jaw bone of the skeleton was wide open, which seemed to show an exaggerated smile to Loman in front of him. Even though his face had no flesh and blood, Loman could still feel it.

"I can't imagine that" the heart of a corpse witch "is so vulnerable that it's no different from the necromancer I've seen on weekdays."

The words coming from his ears made Loman feel cold. If the Necromancer's words were true, he would be in full trouble.

"Gobbler of the dead..."

At this moment, Loman couldn't help thinking of the name.

After seeing the tragedy of Aina, Loman also understood the fate of anmore, who had never appeared. He was afraid that when he left the camp, he would die in the hands of the necromancer.

At this time, Loman had to recognize a fact, that is, he met an extremely terrible existence, the Devourer of the dead in the dark.

The names of the Devourer of the dead have become curses that frighten the necromancer. Loman didn't believe this before, but now it has come true.

"To be honest, I don't like the name. I prefer to be called Vera, death knight Vera."

The necromancer in the dark did not deny the identity of the necromancer. From his words, Loman got more useful information.

"Death Knight... A powerful being like you, is willing to be a death knight whose life and death are controlled by others?"

Speaking of this, Loman's face changed, as if he thought of something

"It's said that you have the ability to devour Necromancers. All the Necromancers you meet, together with their necromancers, have disappeared from the world and never seen again. But in my opinion, you should keep all those necromancers and hide them in places that other necromancers don't know, so as to rebel when the time is right."

In the end, Lohmann's words became firm, and there seemed to be unshakable will in them.

"Let me join you. Death knights can't disobey the power of spiritual imprint. No matter how powerful they are, they can't rebel against the necromancer who controls them. They must rely on the power of other Necromancers. Believe me, I can help you in this process. You don't want to be enslaved as death knights for a lifetime. "

"Ha ha ha..."

The wild laughter came from the darkness. Under the light of the fire, the bones of Aina swayed wantonly. The jaw was wide open, and the shadow was distorted between the hands and feet. In the end, the whole jaw was broken from the skull and could not be recovered.

Looking at the skeletons in front of him, Loman felt guilty, but compared with living, the others were nothing.

Lohmann, who thinks that his strength is far less than that of the Devourer of the dead, can only fight for the chance of survival from other aspects. To his surprise, he seems to have made some mistakes in his guess.

"You don't know what a great being I'm loyal to. It's a gift from God that I can be his death knight. I will repay my new master with my greatest achievement. This battle is my chance."

The laughter died down gradually. In the dark, a figure came out slowly, covered by a wide hood. Loman could not see his face clearly.

When the unknown enemy appeared, Loman's fear did not diminish at all. He had to move his body close to the corpse witches in the rear, trying to seek shelter from the undead creatures. No matter how powerful the undead devours were, it would take some time to deal with these corpses witches.

"However, you're right about one thing. I don't have the ability to devour corpses. Those corpses are really hidden by me."

At this moment, the fire on the campsite was completely extinguished, and the surrounding light was suddenly dim. Only the fireball in Loman's hand was still emitting a little light.

"I want to surprise the elves of Eli, a gift that will never be forgotten, so I need necromancers, many Necromancers."

"Now, it's time to give me the necromancer you have, and join you as a necromancer."

As the wind blows over, the fireball in Loman's hand is shattered, and the field falls into deep darkness, without any light.

Loman was shocked. He just lit the fireball again, but he saw an extremely strange face in front of him. He could almost feel the cold breath of the man.

There was no time to escape, Loman's neck was immediately stuck by a cold hand, and the cloud of death penetrated into his body, and the flesh and blood immediately peeled off, instantly destroying all the organs in his body.

Breathing stopped, consciousness gradually blurred, unable to maintain the guidance of the spell, the fireball that Loman failed to throw slowly dissipated, and the camp fell into deep darkness.