With the help of Weir's astonishing speed and the magic circle thrown on the ground from time to time, he finally managed to get some distance while dragging along a burden.

The blood on his arms was still flowing, and the toxins on his shoulders were spreading from time to time, but Weir had no way to distract himself from the treatment.

There is no other reason——

Although the necromancer "seemed" to have given up, the dozen curse knights did not show signs of slacking off at all. Instead, they pushed towards Weir in an even more frenzied manner.

The dark long sword kept dancing, and the breath of curse spread around like a tide.

From a distance, they look like a group of farmers wielding sickles in a wheat field.

Of course, this is not just as simple as it seems -

Under the sweep of their swords with cursed power, no matter whether it was grass or trees, any object touched by the sword would wither and rot completely in almost an instant.

What kind of farmer is this? They look like dozens of human-sized bulldozers!

…

Hiding in a cluster of weeds half as tall as a man, Weir looked at the "line of death" spreading in the distance, with a look of solemnity on his face.

To be honest, after replacing it with [Heart of Darkness], Weir's face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years has almost forgotten how to express emotions.

The pain and other things are okay, but this situation is not so easy to solve.

Wiping the stickiness from the corner of his mouth, he casually pulled out a few poisoned darts inserted into his shoulders, tremblingly took out a bottle of potion and drank it for himself.

This is just a very common therapeutic potion. At best, it can only relieve tension - many toxins can inhibit muscle recovery, especially toxins from the dark clan.

what to do?

Speaking of which, Will actually doesn't have any good ideas.

But one thing is certain -

It is undoubtedly irrational to engage in close combat with these cursed guys.

Especially in this situation.

God knows what it will cost to get rid of those cursed knights.

Even if Weir can crush these miscellaneous fish with strength, according to the records in the books he has read in his mind - these things will release the "Curse of Death" before death. That thing must at least be from the Holy Light Church.

Only priest-level characters can remove it.

You can't let yourself go to the Holy Light Church, right? Those guys are no better than these necromancers.

Taking ten thousand steps back,

The necromancer who caught up was not a vegetarian.

The difference in strength is only one rank, and the ranks are also different. In this extremely unfavorable situation, Weir is not arrogant enough to kill all these guys.

Well, it also comes with a "burden".

And one more thing--

God knows when the pursuers of the Holy Light Church will arrive.

Based on the increasingly ominous thoughts in his mind, Weir could almost guess who was chasing him this time.

And then--

After glancing at the trembling poet Fia who was half-kneeling next to him, Will sighed softly.

"are you OK?"

Somehow, Will asked.

Who would have expected——

"Ah! I don't have anything

Know!"

The moment Weir's words came out of his mouth, the poet Fia jumped out like a frightened rabbit.

…

It's really...hell.

Judging from the current distance, Weir's current position has long been unknown to the group of necromancers "dancing" around the magic circle. However, judging from the frantic "mowing" posture of this group of cursed knights, this

The guy showed no signs of stopping.

This XX is simply a mad dog!

And one more thing--

The necromancer who "seemed" to have given up the pursuit before used some strange method to suddenly appear beside Weir.

If Weir hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid he would have been split into two by the attack of the scythe exuding the cold air of death.

We have already reached this point, how could Weir not fight back?

After a brief attack, the necromancer grinned and turned into a burst of white mist and dissipated.

Um……

It looks like Vail has the upper hand.

However, just as the necromancer disappeared, in the distance, the dozen curse knights directly locked onto Weir's position, and then rushed over like mad dogs.

…

The toxins in the body continue to expand.

On Weir's shoulder, the bone-deep wound had completely spread to the lower part of his neck, and a strange stench was constantly emitting from the dark wound.

Weir's lips were black, and his body was shaking like chaff.

He himself was poisoned, and he suffered several attacks from the Necromancer and the Cursed Knight while escaping. Even Weir couldn't say that he was unscathed now.

Too careless.

Without the power of absolute restraint, after just one confrontation, Weir understood what the gap between the two sides was.

The enemy is in the dark, and you are in the light.

To be honest, until now, Weir still can't figure out how that guy appeared next to him.

Although there are not many times, it is a killer move every time.

This kind of attack is simply impossible to guard against.

And what’s even more deadly is——

It seemed that the one who took action was not the body of the necromancer, but a substitute. Even if Weir was lucky enough to hit it, the remains left behind would be nothing more than a very ordinary low-level skeleton soldier.

"Shameless!"

Weir was so angry that his teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do.

And one more thing--

Because he has a strong ability to resist poison, Weir didn't even consider buying any antidote.

Of course, the end result is that he has no temper at all due to the "curse poison" on his shoulder.

This is a completely unknown toxin that seems to be mixed with some "death energy" and "curse" powers.

The only thing that can be determined is that although this thing will expand infinitely and inhibit muscle recovery, it is not fatal in a short period of time.

Perhaps, this is the only gratifying place.

…

Coming over.

Looking at the cursed knights moving in parallel, Weir didn't know what to do for a while.

I have to say that the behavior of these cursed knights is very stupid.

However, it is very effective.

in these guys"

Under the "carpet-style" search method, Vere and the poet Feia had no retreat.

Behind them is a dry land. Once they leave here, there is no doubt that they will immediately become a target.

Ha~

After the necromancer's desperate madness, Will did not believe that those guys would give up the "hunt".

Although he didn't see where the necromancer was hiding, Weir was very sure that the guy would suddenly jump out and give him a fatal blow when he wasn't paying attention.

Speaking of which, Weir is really sad——

Yes, according to the words spoken in the middle of the confrontation, Weir finally understood something.

Even if a group of necromancers are seen using magic circles, there will be no consequences, because in the Eastern Continent, almost no one will provoke these followers of the God of Death.

This was originally their territory.
To be continued...