Since ancient times, the spell to summon the undead army has been the most evil existence in black magic.

In order to solve this hidden danger, the magic ancestors tried their best to kill all the first-generation black magicians who mastered this spell. Hundreds of years have passed, but they did not expect that there would still be remnants.

Norvell just thought that he had not killed them all before. In fact, this was not the case. This spell was introduced by an outsider and was more sinister than the original spell.

The original spell was to kill people directly, but now the spell is to torture people slowly before killing them. The degree is different.

Those men in black kneeling there muttering words are all black magicians.

The bones in the blood pool had piled up into mountains. His Majesty the Elf King was very angry at their behavior of treating human lives as trivial.

Zhu Chu was a step slower, and used the sharp blade formed by the wind to reach each man in black silently, and cut their necks with a fatal move.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

Zhu Chu opened his mouth, a little surprised: "Don't we need to leave someone to ask questions?"

Novel shook his head and explained the reason to her: "Anyone who can become a black magician is a vicious person. Even if he dies, he is afraid that others will destroy his plan, so he simply set a ban and will destroy himself if others ask him.

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It is typical that even if you die, you will not make others feel better.

Zhu Chu sighed slightly, pointed to the mess in front of him, and asked, "How should we deal with these?"

"The human world has an office that specializes in handling these. I will contact Principal Sligev and ask him to handle it."

The elves don't have much contact with these matters, so it would be safer to leave them to professionals.

I don't know how many strongholds like this the black magicians have. Before they left, Norwell sealed this place.

Zhu Chu threw down a light purification technique to purify the souls of those innocent dead, so as to appease their grievances and prevent them from being used later.

They still used teleportation when they went back.

Zhu Chu was staying with Novel now, and it was not suitable for her to go home, so she found a nearby hotel and opened a suite to stay there for a while.

Nowell wrote a letter to Principal Sligoff. He used the common language of the wizarding world and his writing was sharp and beautiful to the naked eye.

Zhu Chu held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before handing it to Nowell. The gentle wind fluttered the letter paper and disappeared into the fluctuations of space.

The Luo family is not short of money. Luo's father and mother usually give Luo Chu a lot of pocket money. The suite opened by Zhu Chu actually has two rooms, but only one bathroom.

Seeing His Majesty the Elf King taking off the bath towel and walking towards the bathroom, Zhu Chu blinked: "Do you want to take a bath now?"

They went back and forth very quickly, and it was not yet noon. Thinking about it, they might have smelled a little bit of blood before. Are all elves so mysophobic?

Novel nodded with calm eyes.

It was obvious that he was very disgusted.

Zhu Chu laughed and watched him enter the bathroom, then opened the door and went downstairs to order food.

Novel is not suitable to appear in front of outsiders. Although he can hide it with magic, he is probably not too happy about it, so Zhu Chu can only take more care of him.
Chapter completed!