Loman's last fireball was completely effective. Not only did he repel the enemy, but now, the flames were burning on the collapsed tent, slightly dispelling the surrounding darkness, which also made Loman feel at ease.
The silent camp echoed with Loman's roar. At this time, he no longer cared about the strength of the enemy and only wanted to vent his own anger.
In the darkness, Aina's skeleton stood up again. At this time, its entire body was scorched black, and there were countless broken ribs. Even the arm, only one was still intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.
Loman could feel a familiar aura from its body. It was the aura of the Corpse Witch, and it was even more powerful than Aina before. When Aina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.
Looking at Aina's body, Loman felt sad. The necromancer who had talked with him before and wanted to live in seclusion after the battle suddenly became an undead creature.
"I have heard of your name, 'Heart of the Corpse Witch'. I have already heard of it when I was an ordinary necromancer. I never expected to see you here."
A deep male voice came from the mouth of the skeleton in front of Luoman, accompanied by the continuous opening and closing of the teeth, making bursts of crisp sounds.
Loman knew that Aina was already dead at this time, and the one who spoke with the help of her bones was another necromancer hiding in the dark, who was also the culprit of all this.
After discovering this, Loman immediately calmed down and tried to test with words: "I don't remember ever offending a powerful being like you."
"Offended? No, you didn't offend me. I didn't come here specifically for you. I just happened to meet you while doing routine things."
The deep male voice said this, and at the same time, the skull's jaws opened wide, and it seemed to be facing Loman in front of him, showing an exaggerated smile. Even though its face had no flesh and blood, Loman could still feel it.
"I didn't expect the 'Heart of the Corpse Witch' to be so vulnerable. It's no different from the necromancers I've seen in daily life."
The words that came to his ears made Loman feel chilled. If what the necromancer said in the dark was true, he would be in serious trouble.
"The Devourer of the Undead..."
At this moment, Loman couldn't help but think of this name.
After seeing Aina's tragic situation, Luoman also understood the fate of Anmol, who had never appeared. I was afraid that when he left the camp, he died at the hands of the necromancer.
At this time, Loman had to recognize the fact that he had met an extremely terrifying existence, the Devourer of the Undead that existed in the darkness.
The name of the Devourer of the Undead has become a curse that frightens the Necromancer. Loman did not believe this before, but he did not expect that it would come true now.
"To be honest, I don't like this name. I prefer to be called Vera, Death Knight Vera."
The Necromancer in the darkness did not deny the identity of the Devourer of the Undead. From his words, Loman got more useful information.
"Death Knight... A being as powerful as you is actually willing to become a Death Knight whose life and death are controlled by others?"
Speaking of this, Luoman's expression changed, as if he had thought of something:
"I heard that you have the ability to devour corpse witches. All the necromancers you met, including the corpse witches under them, disappeared from the world and were never seen again. But in my opinion, you should keep all the corpse witches. Come down and hide it in a place unknown to other necromancers, to carry out some kind of rebellion when the time comes."
At the end of the sentence, Loman's words became firmer, and there seemed to be an unwavering will in them.
"Let me join you. Death knights cannot violate the power of spiritual marks. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot actively rebel against the necromancers who control them. They must rely on the power of other necromancers. Believe me, I can do it in the process. I can help you, but you don’t want to be enslaved as a death knight for the rest of your life.”
"Hahaha……"
Rampant laughter came from the darkness. Under the illumination of the fire, the skeleton that originally belonged to Aina swayed wantonly. The jaws opened wide. As the hands and feet shook, the elongated shadow twisted and deformed. In the end, its The entire lower jaw was torn apart from the skull and could never be restored.
Looking at the skeletons in front of him, Luoman felt a little guilty, but compared to surviving, everything else was nothing.
Loman, who believed that his strength was far inferior to that of the Devourer of the Undead, could only gain a chance of survival by looking at other aspects. What surprised him was that he seemed to have made some mistakes in his guess.
"You have no idea what a great existence I am loyal to. Being able to become a death knight under him is a gift from God. I will use my greatest achievements to repay the master who gave me new life. This battle will... This is my opportunity.”
The laughter gradually subsided, and in the darkness, a figure slowly walked out. Covered by a wide hood, Loman could not see his face clearly.
When the unknown enemy appeared, the fear in Loman's heart did not diminish at all. He had no choice but to move his body closer to the Corpse Witch behind him, trying to seek shelter from the undead creatures. No matter how powerful the Devourer of the Undead was, he would not be able to deal with these creatures. Corpse witch also requires a lot of effort.
"However, you are right about one thing. I do not have the ability to devour corpse witches. Those corpse witches are indeed hidden by me."
The flames ignited above the tent were completely extinguished at this moment, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. Only the fireball in Loman's hand was still emitting a faint glow.
"I want to give the elves in Eli a surprise, a gift that will never be forgotten, so I need corpse witches, many, many corpse witches."
"Now, 'Heart of the Corpse Witch', it's time to hand over the Corpse Witch you possess to me, and along with you, become a Corpse Witch and join me."
The dark wind swept by, and the fireball in Luoman's hand burst immediately, and the place fell into deep darkness, without any light anymore.
Luoman was shocked. Just as he ignited the fireball again, he saw an extremely unfamiliar face standing directly in front of him. He could almost feel the cold aura on that person's body.
Before he could cast a spell to escape, Luoman's neck was caught tightly by a cold hand. The cloud of death entered his body, and his flesh and blood peeled off, destroying all the organs in his body in an instant.
His breathing stopped, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was unable to maintain the guidance of the spell. The fireball that Loman failed to throw slowly dissipated, and the camp fell into deep darkness.
