Under the dark night, on the barren land, bonfires were lit high, illuminating the surrounding dead trees.
A team of necromancers set up camp here, and the tireless undead creatures stood at the outermost edge of the camp, their empty eye sockets always facing the dark jungle.
In the seemingly vast camp, there are all undead creatures, and there are only a handful of necromancers, all gathered in the center of the camp, the largest tent.
The night that should have made the necromancers feel friendly has instead become the enemy they are guarding against. No one knows what kind of creatures exist in the dark forest, whether it is the ambushed enemies or the darkness that devours everything.
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The corpse witch, shrouded in the aura of death, is following the will of the necromancer, patrolling the camp all the time, and the bones on his body are rattling regularly.
With the arrival of the Necromancer, animals have long since disappeared. Facing the transformation of the Corpse Witch King, no living creature can escape the fate of becoming a Corpse Witch.
In the central tent, Luoman, who has the title of "Heart of the Corpse Witch", is looking at an open map and thinking.
The fingertips traced across the map, from Green Shade City to Still Water City, and then continued to move along the meandering Millis River, finally stopping at the Quiet City. The nails, which were not long, left traces on the map.
There were pale scratches, and at the same time, Luoman showed a thoughtful expression.
Beside him, there are two necromancers, a man and a woman. The death energy exuded from their bodies is no weaker than Loman himself.
As the battle progresses, waves of purges have already occurred within the Necromancers. The weak Necromancers are the first to be cannibalized. Their strength is not enough to control the transformed Corpse Witches, and they can only serve for other people.
The necromancer adds to the wedding dress.
In this case, even if there were no more detailed orders, in order to avoid death, the necromancer, who had always walked alone, took the initiative to act in a group.
Senior necromancers like Loman are no exception. They must unite with other necromancers to bring some comfort to his restless mind.
The person Loman chose to join forces with was naturally a necromancer with similar strength to him. Among necromancers, only those with the same rank are qualified to communicate on an equal footing.
As the team went deeper and deeper into Eli, Loman's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Looking at the map in front of him, Loman could only sigh deeply.
"Are you afraid of death? Heart of the Corpse Witch? Death energy overflows from your body. This is not a good sign. Only people who are deeply in despair will have such a situation."
A hoarse female voice with a slight accent came from the mouth of a necromancer. It did not mean to question, but more to state a fact.
"I won't have any fear. Do you know? Before this battle started, I lived a life like this, transforming other creatures into undead creatures, accompanying death all day long, and at the same time avoiding death myself. Today is just
It’s...an ordinary day.”
At the end of the sentence, Loman was obviously out of breath, and the necromancer on the side also noticed this.
"Come on, these words of yours should be spoken to those necromancers who have never met you. I don't know who was frightened by the squirrel, released a series of fireballs, ignited a large forest, and joined forces with you. It was a mistake.
decision." The female necromancer rolled her eyes.
"There is a reason for that, okay? You have also heard about the deeds of the 'Eater of the Undead'. How do I know that the noise in the forest was a squirrel and not some terrifying existence?"
As soon as Luoman's words of explanation came out, the camp suddenly became silent. Both the female necromancer who had choked him and another necromancer had serious faces at this time.
An unexplained dark wind blew by, the candlelight in the tent swayed, and the flame was likely to go out at any time. Cold sweat dripped from Luoman's head. At this time, he also realized what he had said.
"You shouldn't mention this name, Loman. In the dense forest, this name is a taboo. You will bring bad luck to us, and the terrifying darkness will swallow us up." The male necromancer on the side said solemnly. p>
"Oh, come on, this is just a stupid name. Do you really believe those rumors?"
The male necromancer has a pale face, with obvious fear in his expression:
"That is not something that can be explained by rumors, Loman. Hundreds of necromancers died in its hands, and the corpse witches transformed by the necromancers also melted into the darkness and were never seen again.
No one knows its identity, and its name has become a curse. If you don’t want to kill us, it’s best not to mention this name again.”
"I told you early on that it was false news released by Eli. The purpose was to make us fearful and neutralize the offensive. The so-called 'Devouring the Undead' is just an organization among Eli.
.Nothing can scare the Necromancer who lives with death, absolutely nothing!"
Loman, who was questioned, shouted loudly, seeking recognition and at the same time, in this way, he felt a little at ease in his heart.
"Perhaps you don't know that there are already necromancers who charge high prices for their information from the Thieves Guild. There is always only one person, not an organization!" The male necromancer had no intention of arguing with Loman and whispered this.
He said, "It has a unique ability to devour the bones of all corpse witches. If it is Eli's organization, why has no one ever found a skeleton belonging to the corpse witch?"
The female necromancer on the side was unwilling to participate in this topic. It can be seen that she was also scrupulous about the name Luoman mentioned: "Okay, guys, no matter what the actual situation is, we'd better stick to this.
, wait until the sun dispels the darkness and leads the undead creatures on the road again. Loman, don’t mention that name again."
With the mediation of this female necromancer, Loman and the pale male necromancer stopped talking. They both agreed with what the female necromancer mentioned.
Looking at Loman aside, the male necromancer's eyes were unhappy, obviously dissatisfied with his previous actions.
"Grr...burp..."
A prolonged grunting sound came from the male necromancer's abdomen. At the same time, his expression changed, and finally he couldn't bear the discomfort in his body and walked quickly outside the camp.
"I'll go take care of it." After saying these words, the male necromancer walked out of the warm tent.