Chapter 1285

"You mean the Devourer of the dead, our own people?"

The first thing rod did when he came to the territory of Eli was to call in the Centaur leader who was always active in the territory and ask her about the information about the Devourer of the dead. Rod believed that she must know what she did not know.

For such an uninvited guest rising on the battlefield, rod is very interested and wants to know his identity. However, the information from the Centaur leader was unexpected.

"Yes. I was attacked by him in the woods. When he came near, I felt your mental imprint, which was the same as my own mental imprint. He also noticed this, stopped the attack, and then disappeared into the darkness. "

Rod pondered for a while and asked, "did you see what he looked like when he was attacked?"

The Centaur leader nodded: "although the light is not clear, what I can confirm is that he is a male human with heroic identity. He should be one of your death knights, but I have never seen him before."

Hearing what the Centaur leader said, rod seems to recall one thing. He did transform a human death knight in Eli, and promoted him to the level of the necromancer king. If rod remembers correctly, the death knight should be named Vera.

What didn't occur to rod was that he kept destroying necromancers in Eli and controlling Necromancers. From the beginning, he was his own death knight, which was somewhat unexpected.

Rod didn't give Vera the order to destroy the other Necromancers. He had the effect of a ghost King's cloak. Rod didn't need to destroy the other necromancers to take control of the Necromancers. Vera made such a move, which was entirely his own decision.

After completing the transformation, rod asked Vera to ask the Centaur leader for help to better control the situation. Unexpectedly, Vera did not follow rod's advice or even go to find the Centaur leader, so he made such feats alone.

With the wanton killing of necromancers, Vera controlled a large number of necromancers in a short period of time, far more than any of the death knights under rod's command, even those liches who had accumulated for a long time. In terms of the number of necromancers, Vera could not surpass Vera at this time. However, his move also made all necromancers fear and made the whole war stagnate.

In rod's opinion, this may be a habit left by Vera, who was formerly the Lord of the dead. The Lord of the dead wants to control more Necromancers. In addition to constantly fighting, he has to attack other necromancers, but Vera has gone too far at this time.

Depending on the perception in his mental imprint, rod noticed that Vera, together with a large number of necromancers, was gathering in the depths of Eli. He didn't know what he was doing.

Rod tried to convey his own message to Vera with his mental imprint, but there was no response.

Maybe it's because of the distance, or some other reason, Vera didn't respond to the message in the mental imprint, which made rod dissatisfied.

"That's all." Unable to get the feedback of his mental imprint, rod thought for a while and decided not to take care of Vera's business for the time being. Instead, he said to the Centaur leader, "I heard that the people from the Royal side of Diya have arrived. Bring them to see me."

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With the departure of Jennie and the other elves, there was soon only one man left in the camp.

When these powerful beings left, the camp gradually became empty, and the human man's depression disappeared, and the whole person relaxed. At this time, he finally didn't have to worry about his real identity being discovered, at least not in a short time.

The human man who appears here is moyas after his body shape changes. Relying on the ability of the treasure, no one knows his identity except Jennie in the whole camp.

The sound came from outside the camp, accompanied by several shouts.

"Our leaders took the lead in facing the spreading evil and killing the dead. It's time to show the results of daily training, take up arms and fight side by side with the leaders."

Moyas was puzzled. He wanted to go outside the camp to see what had happened. He could make those spirits who were always arrogant in ordinary times face the enemy. However, he was full of hesitation when he thought of Lord Jennie's previous words.

Due to his poor strength, moyas can only observe things with his naked eyes, but can't use his own perception. He must know what happened from the mouth of other creatures.

When moyas made a decision, the noise outside had already calmed down, moyas just realized something and opened the camp. Unfortunately, there is no trace of those elves in the camp outside.

Moyas was sighing to himself when a voice came in from outside the camp.

"Lord iver, commander haqqasi, are you in the camp? What happened outside the city? Why are those elves all in a hurry? "

The sound came from his ear, and moyas's pupils shrank and mechanically turned to the rear.

In the eyes of moyas, he was an elf with pure blood. He was dressed in the common green clothes in the forest and carried a fine iron sword on his back. It seemed that there was no difference between moyas and ordinary spirits. But for moyas, the meaning of this elf was obviously more than that.

Writing down the ELF's face, moyas lowered his head slightly so that he could not see the emotion in his eyes. At the same time, he said in a low voice, "they are not here for the time being."

"Do you know where they went?" Asked the genie at will.

"There are signs of necromancer activities outside the city. They are going to deal with them."

"Have I met you somewhere?" All of a sudden, the spirit seemed to find something, and there was some doubt in the words, "your voice makes me feel familiar."

The spirit's words changed moyas's expression: "you must have made a mistake."

"Is it?" With that, the spirit stares at the human man in front of him, trying to see something unusual from him.

Being watched by the spirit in front of him for a long time, just as moyas was about to be unbearable, the spirit moved his eyes and looked at the empty seat in the camp: "it seems that I made a mistake. I really haven't seen a human like you."

With a long sigh, the spirit went to the seat in the camp and said with a little nostalgia: "I don't know how long this battle with the necromancer will last. The great Fiat Lord misses his territory very much."