Behind the door at the end of the stairs is a wide and dark space. According to preliminary judgment, this space is at least more than 2,000 square meters. The lights in the stairwell projected into the room along the kicked door, but they can only shine on the small area at the door, leaving everything in the room always shrouded in pitch black.

"Even the boundless darkness can bring you protection." Moore twirled the strings, and although it was just a common conversation, the rhythm of singing was in the words: "Three people, your breathing betrays you like a beacon in midnight."

"You counted wrongly, there were four people." Panis at the end also climbed the last step and entered the door: "No, right, I'm wrong, there are five people. The two behind, although you don't know how to hide your breathing and heartbeat, your blood flow cannot be controlled no matter what. I feel very curious. Without heartbeat, how does your blood flow?"

"Curious? Hehehe." A cold and hoarse voice came from the darkness. Those who heard the sound felt entangled by a wet and slippery poisonous snake: "Join us, you will naturally know this secret."

With a slight slap, the center of the ceiling at the top of the space suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire room. Sure enough, this is an extremely wide hall, which seems to be one of the maintenance hubs of the sewer and has the function of a warehouse. Under the walls on all sides are various tools of different sizes, ranging from thousands of kilograms to the size of fingers. All kinds of tools that can or cannot be called are dazzling.

The area of ​​seven or eight hundred square meters in the center of the room was artificially cleaned and turned into a blank area. Eight single beds were scattered on the outermost side of the blank area. Some used tableware and debris were randomly piled in a corner. From these, this group of people had lived here for a long time. In the middle of the blank area, three teleportation array platforms were arranged in a triangle. The magic energy flowed in the array. Obviously, each of them had resonated with the other side and could be activated at any time.

The five people seemed to be ready, and were sitting leisurely around a large round table. There were also decks of cards and bags of gold coins scattered on the table. It seemed that they were playing cards before. The lights on didn't seem to have any effect on the five people sitting. The five people just looked at the group in front of the door with mocking smiles.

"Only nine people came in." The man sitting in the middle slowly stood up, his body wrapped in a purple robe. The sleeves on the left fluttered with the movement: "Okay, it doesn't matter for two ordinary people, it doesn't matter if they are let go."

"So it's you." Catherine's only remaining magic steel shield was raised beside her, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with her right hand, looking at the purple-robed mage in front of her. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't expect that the president's arrow did not shoot you to death. It's a pity."

"I said at that time that you'd better pray that you won't meet me again." Obviously, the purple robe master was the master of the cold voice before. At this time, he said with a grim smile on his face and he said hatefully: "It's time to calculate the account of my arm today."

"What a coincidence, you almost killed Luna, and I was about to settle it." Although I knew I was facing a legendary mage, Catherine was still not afraid and stood in front of all her teammates: "I know that you five are all legendary, but we may not be able to compete with each other."

Although that's the case, everyone knows in their hearts that they really don't have the strength to compete. Judging from the strength on the surface, if there are only two people on the other side, there is still a possibility of winning. If three people fight, they will basically be a battle that will definitely be defeated. The only difference is that the loss is ugly or not. However, now, there is not three people in front of them, but five people. There is almost no meaning of fighting.

"It's very courageous, but meaningless." A sitting black-robed mage stood up. The golden hourglass-shaped sign on the collar was shining. The black-robed mage bowed to the purple robes and said, "According to the agreement, I have blocked the gate downstairs, and they will definitely not be able to escape within three hours."

"Thank you." Zi Pao ignored Catherine and said with a tribute: "Then I wish you all the best. Ah, I forgot, I should wish us all the best."

"Don't worry, I will fulfill the agreement with that person for you." Another black robe next to the table, with the same hood covering her face, stood up, stroked her chest and said, "Please take me to pay tribute to the Holy See of Your Church."

"Take me to greet your leader, too." Zi Pao said gratefully: "Time is tight. If you didn't come to support me in time and have to deal with the troubles on both sides at the same time, our manpower would be a bit insufficient."

"A part of the trouble here is followed by us after all." The black-robed mage glanced at Muro and the others, and a disdainful sneer came from the only exposed lips under the hood: "Good luck to you, think you are the hunters' prey. The only regret is this elves, alas."

"I will try my best to compensate for your losses." Zi Rou smiled on her face: "We will not let our new partners suffer losses."

"Then you have to work hard." The two black-robed mages stepped into one of the teleportation arrays at the same time. Under the glory of magic, they quickly disappeared from the array, and unknown where they were transmitted.

"Okay, they are all gone." Zi Pao turned her attention back to the joint team: "You have not lost your mind. I originally thought that when you saw them leave, you would be unwilling to stop them, but you didn't expect you to look glad."

"Of course, thank you." Moore sneered: "We have no chance of winning for you five, but if we only use you three, you should feel uneasy."

"That's what you think?" Zi Pao smiled sarcastically: "Then keep this idea."

"Yes, keep it up." Panis said with a lip sneer: "Then are you attacked by someone behind the magic circle who wants to teleport in at any time? You are really capable. You must use this method to win this battle. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Hey, I just said that it is difficult to hide from you when it is maintained at the critical point of spell casting." The purple-robed mage smiled regretfully, pressed it on the table a few times, and one of the three magic circles suddenly began to flash. After a few seconds, a short and fat man "rolled out" from the magic circle.

"Ed Gary? How is that possible?" Moore, as an elf, maintained the unique elf's elegance and demeanor along the way. At this time, he showed a terrified expression for the first time, pointing to the man who suddenly appeared, shouting: "You, you, aren't you dead?"

Ed Geri, one of the most famous legendary powerhouses of the human race seventy years ago, is kind, and has a lot of thoughts on others. He has a good personality. Therefore, his friends are all over the Yara Continent. Although his strength can only be above the average of the legendary level, he is more respected than others. He has a deep friendship with many legendary powerhouses, and even several demigods have a good relationship with him. Of course, these are not the key. The key problem is that forty years ago, he has reached the end of his life. Under the farewell of many strong people, he sleeps forever among the flowers. More than 30 legendary professionals witnessed this scene, and the possibility of fraud is almost zero. So, either those strong people are a group of blind people and idiots, or something incredible happened.

"I think the reason is probably the latter." Panis's face was not visible, but his eyes were very strange. He looked at the four enemies in front of him: "You don't mention that he is dead, I didn't notice it. No wonder they can freely travel in the sewer without holding the goblin's crystal card. It turns out that they are all in this half-dead state. My old friend Catherine and I are fine, at least they still have normal breathing and heartbeats, and the other three don't even have a breathing and heartbeat. I wonder how you did it. It turned out that they were dead bodies."

"Summon the Dead?" Moore seemed to think of something, and looked at Panis with a complicated face: "The Dead is back?"

"No, no, no, it's harder than summoning the undead." Pannis looked calm, but Lina behind him could see that the one behind him clenched into a fist, and her whole hand was trembling. Lina saw that Pannis showed such a state for the first time, and she didn't know whether it was because of fear or anger: "This is probably a skill to protect the other person's soul while the target died, and then put the soul back into the dead body. I remember that this spell in the last century had a name, summoning the zombie ghoul? What do you think, this necromancer Mr. "

"Tsk tsk, although the hatred between us is very deep, I have to admire your knowledge now." The purple-robed necromancer smiled and applauded: "We have been hiding for more than three thousand years in this century, and I feel that we have been forgotten by the world. I didn't expect that you actually recognized our origin immediately."

"Of course, and I also know why you have been hiding for more than 3,000 years." Pannis sneered: "At the Golden Age of the First Age, Orcus, who died by the master of the faith of the Necromancer, fell, and Danathus exercised his authority. However, at the end of the Battle of the Third Age, Danathus, who performed the God's power, also fell. From then on, the Necromancer lost the ability to summon corpse ghosts, and even the ability to control the undead. If you cannot summon corpse ghosts, you will no longer attract the bargaining chips to serve them, so the inheritance of the Necromancer will be almost cut off."

"It's right." The purple robe mage said in admiration: "Continue talking?"

"I finally understand." Hu, suck, suck, suck, suck, Panis took several deep breaths in a row to calm his anger: "More than a hundred years ago, the disaster on the day when the king returned was probably a sign of Danatus's wake up again."

"What is Danatus? He is just a traitor who kills the gods and seeks rebellion." The purple-robed mage sneered: "A self-righteous idiot."

"So you are believers of Orcus." Panis once again made his eyes communicate with Moore, unable to hide the suspicion in his eyes: "It seems that Orcus woke up that time. I think his resurrection may not be related to you."
Chapter completed!