"Lord Silva, with the help of that powerful mage, most of the necromancers have evacuated to the giant willow land."
The necromancer in black robes was reporting the situation to the powerful being in front of him.
He lowered his head deeply, not daring to look directly at the creature in front of him, and his body was trembling slightly.
"What happened in Verning recently? I sensed something unusual."
The low words came from her mouth, and the necromancer did not dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly replied:
"The Eli creature's counterattack did not spread to Werning. Instead, the city of Harmondale within the territory was attacked by demons. The necromancers there were fleeing in all directions. The news has spread among the Thieves Guild."
"Demon?" She was a little confused, with a thoughtful look on her face, "I remember that the place close to Harmondale City should be the border of Erathia. How could there be a demon there?"
"No one knows about this situation. According to some high-level thieves, it seems that a volcano erupted somewhere on the border, which caused the demon to appear." The Necromancer replied respectfully.
"Don't worry about this matter for now. Organize the necromancer's rest. If anyone dares to escape, I think he understands the consequences." Silva ordered in a deep voice.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the distance.
"What happened? Please calm down!" the Necromancer yelled loudly, but his shoulders were pressed hard by Silva.
"The enemy is coming."
The Necromancer was shocked. Before he could think clearly, his body was pushed away by a huge force and fell to the ground beside him.
The wind blade swept past his original position, and if it had been another half minute at night, his body would have been cut in half.
The ancient battle ax received the blow from the wind blade, and the horse's hooves behind Silva left deep marks on the ground, and then he stabilized his figure.
Walking out of the tent, the necromancers resting around the camp died tragically. Not a single body was intact. For a while, the fishy smell filled the entire camp.
Not far away, in the center of the raging wind blade, an elf in black was holding the blade in his hand and walking quickly. His eyes were full of hatred, and his movements were unhesitating.
The invisible wind blade cut off the torch in the camp. The broken torch fell to the ground, and the flame of revenge burned fiercely.
"I've found you, Necromancer."
"It's him..." Silva recognized that the elf in front of him was Ivor, the hero responsible for defending the Quiet City.
In that battle, countless undead creatures died in his hands, including powerful lichs and even the Titan Corpse Witch King. Unexpectedly, he tracked them all the way to Vilning.
"Where are your undead creatures? Why are there so many necromancers here?" After seeing the figure of the centaur leader, Ivor asked in a deep voice.
Silva didn't answer, just held the battle ax horizontally in front of him.
"Hmph." Ivor snorted coldly, "I can guess it even if you don't tell me. It must be the space spell used during the evacuation. It can't take away the large number of undead creatures, but can only take away the key necromancer. Don't think so If you evacuate easily, I will make you pay the price."
"Why are you talking so much to the evil necromancer? Just leave a few alive. We still have to torture the whereabouts of those undead creatures from their mouths. The other members of the Jungle Guardian are still waiting for our news. .”
Behind Iver, a woman in a golden dress spoke slowly, with a bit of majesty in her words.
"I don't know where those necromancers have hidden their undead creatures. There is clearly not even a single undead creature in this camp. If we can't find traces of those undead creatures, there will always be hidden dangers."
"Members of the Undead Killing Force are tracking the river in Eri. If there is no river, it can only be hidden underground. Am I right, Necromancer?" Silva looked ahead. , Ivor asked in a deep voice.
Facing his question, the Centaur leader just showed a sneer: "How can you understand my great master, Rhodes' plan? Everything you do is in vain."
Ivor's face completely darkened, and he held the sword tightly in his hand. A strong sense of danger instantly filled Silva's body.
In the camp, the flames burned more and more fiercely. By the time the centaur leader noticed this, she was already surrounded by a sea of fire.
Not only her, but also Ivor beside her noticed the strange phenomena around her. The speed at which the flames spread was a little too fast, almost abnormal.
As Ivor became alert, the flames soaring into the sky completely surrounded the remaining people in the field. In the sea of fire, a body covered in flames slowly walked out.
"Two legendary creatures, one of whom is a hero, and those annoying necromancers, haha, it seems I came at the right time."
The flame body let out a wild laugh, and thick black smoke rose into the sky.
Iver was wary and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? What is your relationship with those necromancers?"
"Who am I? When you go to hell, you must ask those Magogs about my deeds, Flem!" the flaming body replied loudly.
Brimstone and fire fell from the sky. Ivor felt a chill in his heart. He ducked out of the way and pulled the woman beside him back.
He waved the blade in his hand, and the wind that he had commanded in the past was hindered for the first time, and a sense of stagnation emerged from his body.
A strong suction force was coming from behind him. Ivor noticed that it was a reverse airflow. It was this airflow that interfered with his movement with the help of the wind.
The body was in the airflow from two different directions. Ivor's black clothes were torn by the airflow, and blood stains spread on his body.
The woman next to him also returned to her original form at this time, her body expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a golden dragon.
Even with the dragon's body, it was still unable to compete with this huge suction force. The golden dragon struggled in the air and was finally sucked into the center of the airflow.
Iver gritted his teeth and supported his body in the airflow. The blood that overflowed from his body was also drawn back by the airflow.
Suddenly, the suction force behind seemed to disappear, and the air flow in the air stagnated, followed by extremely strong mana fluctuations.
Relying on the sword blade in his hand, he used the power of the wind to escape from the airflow in one breath.
The moment Ivor broke away from the airflow, a strong roar came from behind him.
Ivor turned around and saw a huge mushroom cloud rising into the sky. Heat waves burned his skin. In just a short moment, hot blisters appeared on the surface of his skin.
There was severe pain in his eyes, and the liquid in them evaporated rapidly, and he had to close his eyes tightly. Even so, blisters still spread on his eyelids.
Without him continuing to swing the sword, a violent air wave came from behind, and he was violently blown away. His body was like a small boat in the storm, swaying in the strong wind, and finally fell among the dead trees in the distance. .
