"Do you know him?" The necromancer saw at a glance the anger hidden under the druid's calmness, or that this emotion was barely hidden, and he showed a terrifying calm posture because of this anger.
"Chester is my friend." Eze admitted equally frankly, "One of the few old friends."
"It's a pity that he died in the failure of the promotion ceremony; but I contributed and was lucky enough to reap the rewards."
Newell pretended to sigh.
I also want to know what kind of behavior this "effort" is; Chester may be able to succeed, but when he meets the Necromancer, he can only fail. Eze didn't know whether the meeting between the two was accidental or deliberate, but there was no need to say more at this time. Only one person would survive this battle.
The earth shook again——
The spikes broke through the soil, and the marble-covered hall was filled with dust. It was as if a forked iron tool had plowed the stone surface. The sharp points were torn flat and smooth, exposing the bloody and tragic statue and the decayed remains.
At this time, the mist dissipated, which meant that the nutrient called Xiu Nuo was completely digested, and the pansy that stimulated the growth began to wither.
The Necromancer jumped up lightly and landed three meters away. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Uriel would never have believed that someone could fly so far without using any force while wearing a knight's full-body armor.
Even with the assistance of magic power, it is still too exaggerated. He looked like he had a rope tied around his waist or something attached to the soles of his shoes.
Uriel knew that he could not fight against him, so he clenched his fists.
However, the bar owner was not surprised at all: the fallen dead apostles were classified as half warriors, their magic abilities were not outstanding, and they mostly relied on resuscitation places.
Therefore, correspondingly, their shortcomings are made up for by excellent fighting skills.
For the fallen dead disciples, the place of resurrection is an important position that must be defended. The altar at the bottom of the Temple of Bones is not only a magic circle for summoning undead creatures, but also an outpost connected to Gavash and an indispensable foundation for the necromancer to perform magic. The necromancer can only play the role of a mage in the place of resurrection.
"I'm surprised that you would give up your advantage. Is the Scroll of Oath very important to you?" The druid controlled the thorn vines, and the vegetation in the hall grew wildly, almost like a plant greenhouse.
The Fallen Dead Apostles had to fend off a barrage of attacks, destroying the marble masonry with each miss. If he was hit, even if he was wearing armor, his bones and tendons would probably be broken by the huge force of the magic plant.
"Yeah, it means a lot to me."
Eze was a veteran of the Black Tide Campaign, and he knew that no Fallen Dead Apostle would leave the Resurrection Place unless necessary. They often control the undead army to fight. And nourished by the magic power of the undead, the undead creatures are by no means just fragile and monotonous soldiers such as corpse eaters and skeletons.
Corpses, ghosts, dark knights, suture monsters, evil spirits and corpse eaters are all common residents of the world of death. There are only corpse eaters in the Four Leaf City, which is already a very strange phenomenon; the bar owners originally made good noodles. Plans for the Bone Dragon.
But the birth of these undead requires the Fallen Dead Apostles to cast spells in the Resurrection House. No one could have guessed that Newell actually abandoned his altar. So much so that under time pressure, Joey mistakenly believed that the Necromancer was in the Four Leaf City.
"It seems you didn't learn your lesson in the Black Tide Battle." The vine rope in Eze's hand swept across, forcing the Necromancer to climb onto a high platform. He realized that the other party did not seem difficult to deal with, "Maybe you are just a newbie."
"Death will give me strength." Uriel heard the Necromancer respond. Then there was a bang, and he finally took off the heavy armor.
The apprentice saw the black priest's robe, and a dream-like picture appeared in his mind. His hands and feet became cold, and he subconsciously retreated to a corner.
Is that another possibility?
If he hadn't done anything, it would have been a nightmare -
Uriel has never been so grateful for his choice as he is now. His free hand went to his pocket, where the scroll of oaths lay quietly.
Once the Necromancer gets his hands on it, even Mr. Eds is no match for him. What is the significance of the mysterious object? Make Mystic more powerful?
The apprentice couldn't help but think wildly.
The black-robed priest raised his hand, and the top of a bone staff was glowing with green. Corrosive light shot out from it, and the nearby vines suddenly withered and withered.
"Apoptosis Ray"!
A large beam of light exploded in the hall like a salute. The beams and columns were riddled with holes, and the hanging curtains were shattered into pieces. Countless dust and gravel were as dense as a rain curtain, and the thorns climbing all over the walls were broken.
The two rays crossed and flew out of the door, and the apprentice behind him suddenly sat on the ground.
Eze tilted his head and narrowly avoided a green light. The druid blurted out: "High-level magic?"
He had just confirmed that the necromancer who had left the place of resurrection could not use much magic. What was going on with this high-level spell?
This is not logical at all!
But no matter how the opponent did it, Druid Eze was no longer sure of victory. What he has to face is an equally mysterious opponent, not a random soldier who can be dismissed casually.
"It seems that I have to be careful of you slipping away." Before he finished speaking, the next round of blows came one after another. He used a wooden shield to block the blazing death ray, and then pounced towards the left; a series of aggressive sounds chased his shadow, and Uriel was terrified to see it.
"Escape? Are you talking about yourself?" The Necromancer turned his bone staff with a relaxed expression. "Now there is no gap between us in terms of mystery. I have escaped from the place of resurrection. This is due to the help of your friend, the great alchemist Mr. Chester."
The apprentice's eyes did not stay on the priest. He stared at Eze closely until he found that he was completely intact before moving to the previous Druid's footing.
Woo! Woohoo——!
The rhythmic sound of the wind floated here and there, and gradually, a translucent, fat, and slimy mysterious creature emerged from the air. It has a trumpet-like organ that constantly shoots out pale green rays.
This is an invisible attack, coming from a ghost.
This was the first time Uriel saw the undead other than corpse eaters and skeletons. His impression of ghosts still consisted of white shadows passing through walls and nothingness, but the real undead looked very textured.
Eze turned the box, stretched out his free right hand and pulled it upwards. A row of wooden spikes flew down from Newell's head, crackling on the platform.
In the midst of the billowing smoke and dust, the druid controlled the shield and hit the undead spirit that looked like a large jellyfish. The first blow passed through it, and the second hit hit it right on target. The magic power of life made the thing scream and disappear.
Without looking back, he said to the priest: "Ghost soldier, how many of these high-level undead do you have?"
"They are just consumables," the priest said hoarsely.
The afternoon sunlight shines in through the cracks, and the messy room seems to be the epitome of Yotsuba City. The halos are shining one after another, which means that the collision of magic powers is still continuing, and life and death are consuming each other.
Eads and Newell were evenly matched, and this ending should have been surprising; but the former was happy to see it. Of course he wanted to kill the enemy with his own hands, but if the opponent fled after being defeated, it would be more troublesome than staying to fight.
It's just that the tie is not easy to maintain. Eze is already sure in his heart that the Necromancer relies on magic potions to achieve this. He doesn't know much about alchemy.
But Uriel, who had been watching, realized something was wrong. The apprentice knew that Sauron had said that the potion would cause greater harm to the mysterious person. The necromancer did not look like he was struggling to survive and his life was not long. What did he have? special?
The purpose of spreading the magic potion is to kill civilians, and enough corpses are needed to create undead for resurrection; so since it is clear that Sovero is extremely poisonous to the mysterious person, is the necromancer too eager to die, so he chooses to commit suicide by taking poison?
Uriel would rather believe that he had another conspiracy than admit that the other party was really crazy. The madman's murder was simply a sudden disaster, and Cecilia's departure was simply bad luck.
Gaia on top, screw your bad luck!
The apprentice looked at the brilliance rising in the hall, his anger almost uncontrollable. His emotions covered his reason, and he was about to rush out if he took one step forward——
At this time, Newell turned sideways and got out of the way of the thorns and smoke: "Are you a friend of Chester? Has he ever told you about the Holy Spirit?"
"Holy Spirit?"
"I made up a god, summoned the believers with the spell of death, and appointed Levi as bishop. He was a servant of Chester, and eventually betrayed his master." Newell laughed deeply, "For God, Levi gave it all, his loyalty, his soul—behold, such devotion."
"You murdered Chester, and you will eventually pay for it with your life." Eze paused.
"No, it's completely wrong. Chester's potion is only a semi-finished product; he tried to improve it, but found no way. Levi saved him from his troubles - the great alchemist! He is the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit!"
The Necromancer opened his arms and laughed:
"You think you are avenging your friends? This is really interesting...Chester is a member of the Black Cross! He is the source of the destruction of the entire Yotsuba City!"
"...!!"
The druid looked up in disbelief.
Frostleaf Castle echoed with faint screams. Eze never thought that the reputation of his dead old friend would be humiliated like this. He was so angry that he wanted to disembowel the Necromancer and use his corpse as a weapon. Flower fertilizer.
But the urge went away as quickly as it came. Outside the gate, Uriel's mind was filled with thoughts of Cecilia, and when he was about to rush over, Eze suddenly opened the box, and the fluffy white seeds flew out again.
"Holy Dandelion?" The priest recognized it immediately.
His pale complexion became even more transparent.
The magic power in the air began to decrease rapidly. Whether it was vegetation or undead, the former withered and withered, while the latter finally turned back into corpses.
boom!
An illusory thunder exploded, and the apprentice's emotions suddenly sank. He was stunned and pressed his forehead.
What was I just thinking?
"..."
The fallen Death Apostle's smile gradually disappeared, the vertical lines between his eyebrows deepened, and the situation changed.
"Next time you play tricks, please choose a more suitable partner." Mr. Eze gave advice. He patted the dirt on his shoulder and looked as if he was used to it: "The 'Call of Fall' is only useful for newcomers. The trick of luring darkness has long been ruined by the Death Marine Corps."
The priest looked unhappy: "Death Marine Corps? If you really want to meet them, you probably won't be able to talk to me here."
"I can't compare to you in this regard. People who founded the church are always smart with their words. Making up lies is a common occurrence for believers in Suviliya. You rely on this to survive, and you are no different from thieves wandering the streets."
"The reason why people are willing to lie is that reality never follows a person's wishes, but faith can." The Necromancer was proud, "Suvillier saves people from suffering, and death is the end of everything."
Green and green collided in the air again.
…
Next to the stone pillar, Uriel woke up from a dream. He realized that his anger was amplified. The "Call of Fall" was really a good means of sneak attack.
"Thanks to Mr. Eze." The apprentice said with lingering fear. If he had just rushed out, it would have only tipped the advantage to Newell. And once Mr. Eds is at a disadvantage, the possibility of them holding on until Joey arrives is greatly reduced.
His degree of mystery is still too low, so he will be confused by the magic of the Necromancer.
