"What do you think, hehe!" Han Shuo deliberately laughed obscenely, his face full of obscenity. When he looked at Helen Tina, he glanced randomly at her bumpy parts.
Helen Tina, who was wearing a fiery red magic robe, was tightly wrapped in branches together with the fire phoenix. The large branches made of wooden corpses were as soft as snakes, but no matter how soft the branches were, they still had some sharp edges. Helen Tina
Na's magic robe was torn under the entanglement of branches, and a few pieces of her snow-white skin were exposed.
Helen Tina immediately lost her mind when Han Shuo entangled her with branches. As soon as she saw Han Shuo showing such an obscene look, her heart was in confusion. She glared at Han Shuo in panic, and then she wanted to
Looking for shortcomings.
"Helen, no!" Fire Phoenix sensed Helen Tina's thoughts and immediately exclaimed to stop her. Unfortunately, Fire Phoenix was tightly wrapped and unable to move, so there was no way to shake Helen Tina.
Helen Tina was about to bite her tongue and commit suicide. Suddenly she felt that her whole body was limp and weak. She didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue. Then he saw Han Shuo walking over, his big hand reaching out and landing on the back of her fair and slender neck.
A strange force flowed into her body from Han Shuo's rough hands, and she gradually lost her strength.
"Hmph, I'm not interested in your body for the time being. You don't have to rush to seek death." Han Shuo snorted coldly, knocked Helen Tina unconscious with one hand, and then grabbed her and flew high into the sky.
As the branches bound to the Fire Phoenix slowly fell to the ground, Han Shuo's voice came from far away: "Ask the Principality of Hillen to prepare one million gold coins. I will hand her over to you, otherwise you will wait to collect her body.
Bar."
The fire phoenix, whose branches were slowly loosening, watched Han Shuo carrying Helen Tina away gradually. His clear voice was full of bitterness: "One million gold coins, those people will probably only know that she is caught."
Thinking about how to rebel, what should I do?"
Han Shuo walked away without hearing the voice of the Fire Phoenix. After capturing Helen Tina alive, Han Shuo adjusted his breathing for a while deep in the valley and replenished the consumed mental and demonic energy.
Half a day later, when Han Shuo returned to the bald mountain again, he could tell from the traces of gravel on the mountain that it had experienced another war after he left. As for the final outcome of the Church of Natural Disaster and the Church of Light, Han Shuo naturally
Unable to know, when Han Shuo arrived at the foot of the mountain, he used the earth-armored corpse to use the power of the earth to raise the six magic crystal cannons to the surface again.
Zombie warriors were summoned to push six magic crystal cannons, and Han Shuo used two Yin Demons to spy on the surroundings. He slowly headed towards Brettel City.
If Han Shuo flew in the air, he could naturally return to Brettel City in a short time. Unfortunately, he was carrying six magic crystal cannons and had to avoid some soldiers from other principalities along the way, so the speed would naturally not be high.
Late at night the next day, Han Shuo directed the zombie warriors to take the magic crystal cannon to a dense forest, and marched slowly together with the zombie warriors. Han Shuo placed two Yin Demons beside them to keep an eye on the surrounding situation.
Suddenly, Han Shuo summoned an earthen armored corpse and hid six magic crystal cannons in the earth. He looked coldly into the depths of the dark forest and shouted in a deep voice: "Come out."
A wisp of erratic shadow slowly emerged from the depths of darkness. The silhouette of the necromancer he met yesterday gradually elongated and revealed its original appearance. Like an old corpse demon crawling out of a grave, this necromancer was covered in blood.
It is filled with a strong aura of rotting corpses. A pair of gray-white pupils are generally out of focus for zombies. In the dark night, it gives people an instinctive fear.
Han Shuo, who is also a necromancer himself, naturally did not have any fear when he saw this necromancer appear. Because of his terrifying appearance, Han Shuo, who was holding Helen Tina in his left arm, frowned and looked at this person.
The necromancer appeared and said: "It seems that your body is no longer there. How many years have you existed as a pure soul mixed with undead creatures?"
Necromancers are regarded as spies of souls by the outside world. In addition to the gods that have always been legendary in this plane, necromancers are the people who understand the wonders of the soul best. A profound necromancer can perpetuate his own soul through his understanding of the essence of the soul.
Of course, the body of a necromancer with an eternal soul cannot be immortal in the same way. Generally, a necromancer with an eternal soul will use the bodies of various powerful undead creatures to blend them with his own original body, which contains a strong sense of death.
The body will not rot if it is filled with coldness.
The body of this necromancer who appeared in front of Han Shuo was obviously fused with a corpse demon that was one level higher than the evil knight. His pale face was full of morbid death, and the unconcealable smell of rotting corpses proved that
His body was no longer pure enough.
"My name is Woofu, I am 170 years old this year, and I am the Archmage of the Undead in the Natural Disaster Church. Hehe, everyone practices undead magic. Of course you also know that as long as we are not killed by others, using our understanding of the soul,
It is not difficult to gain a longer life." Woofu looked at Han Shuo with a smile and talked about the topic of eternal life as usual.
Nodding, Han Shuo smiled and said, "Of course, you've been following me for so long. Do you just want to talk to me about these topics of immortality?"
"Brian, you are a genius, and your existence is a rare miracle for the Church of Natural Disaster. We used to try our best to get you to join the Church of Natural Disaster, but it seems that we were all wrong. You have always been one of ours.
, Hehe." The Archmage of the Undead, Wo Aofu, said to Han Shuo with a sinister smile.
As soon as these words came out, Han Shuo was surprised. He looked at Woaofu with doubts. Han Shuo frowned and said, "I have never joined the Church of Natural Disaster. When did I become a member of your Church of Natural Disaster?" Hehe,
It seems that even you yourself are not aware of what you have." Woofu shook his head and said with a smile, "You will know sooner or later, I am here just to tell you about the Light Church.
Although the Temple Knights suffered heavy losses, the Red Archbishop Chankos, holding the Book of Revelation, still walked out of Bald Mountain alive with some of the Temple Knights.
From now on, I think the Church of Light has regarded you as a member of our Church of Natural Disaster. If you stay in Brettel City so uprightly, you will inevitably face the endless pursuit of the Church of Light. Whether you are willing or not,
We will protect you secretly, but I hope you will also pay attention to yourself."
After Wo Aofu said these words, Han Shuo was still very confused at first. After frowning and thinking for a while, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He took out the three-color skeleton staff and looked at it deeply.
The 70-year-old Archmage of the Undead, Wo Aofu, asked: "Is this skeleton staff an artifact belonging to your Natural Disaster Church?"
Wo Aofu, who had been talking with a sinister smile, saw Han Shuo take out the skull staff. His gray-white unfocused eyes suddenly glowed with green light, and with a trembling voice, he knelt down and chanted.
He uttered a series of inexplicable murmurs, raised his hands in a weird posture, and seemed to be devoting all his faith to the evil god.
The three-color skeleton staff held tightly by Han Shuo suddenly shot out three rays of faint yellow, blue, and purple light. The three rays of light instantly fell on the ancient undead archmage. Wo Aofu kowtowed tremblingly.
Bathed in three faint rays of light, his body began to squirm like an insect.
Han Shuo's originally depleted mental power miraculously recovered when the light of the three-color skeleton staff shone on Ah Woaofu. On the other hand, the undead Archmage who was prostrate on the ground was squirming and slowly weakening.
Shuo could clearly feel the skeleton staff sucking the mental power of the undead archmage like a sponge.
This process lasted for a while. The skeleton staff stopped shining. Han Shuo's depleted mental power was filled with energy. Only the body of the undead archmage crawling under his feet was still dark.
The robe kept squirming, as if a huge sarcoma had come to life, pulsing under the black robe.
Wo'aofu's body couldn't help but squirm, but he never stopped singing the ancient chant while he was lying on the ground. After spending a lot of his mental energy, the squirm of his body became more and more violent. Finally, after a shrill scream, he crawled.
Woof, who was on the ground, suddenly stood up.
The original old and pale Wo Aofu suddenly turned into a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, full of elegant, feminine and aristocratic aura. Of course, the rich aura of corpses in his body was gone, and his skin was filled with a soft luster like white jade. Wo Aofu originally
Yin CeCe's voice became soft and gentle, and he exclaimed: "It feels so good to be young!"
Standing in front of Han Shuo, Han Shuo watched this change happen. His heart was not filled with horror at all. He looked at the rejuvenated Wo Aofu in disbelief, then looked at the skeleton staff in his hand with gleaming eyes, and murmured.