As the male necromancer left, the camp suddenly became quiet. Loman's attention was once again focused on the map in front of him, but he heard the female necromancer beside him teasingly:
"Poor Anmol, he must have a bad stomach. I told him not to eat meat belonging to the corpse witch, but he obviously didn't listen to my advice."
Luoman shook his head and said nothing more, but continued to look at the map in front of him.
Seeing that the two were about to get cold feet again, the female necromancer took the initiative to ask: "If this battle ends successfully and the necromancer wins the final victory, what are your plans?"
"Me?" With the bright firelight, Luoman looked at the female necromancer.
Under the black and red hood, there is a face full of flaws. There are purple blood vessels near the left eye socket, and the skin underneath is wrinkled and inactive. But judging from the delicate right side of the face, it is not ugly.
Show what she once looked like.
Loman himself was not much better either. The skin around his mouth was completely rotten, and his terrifying teeth were always exposed to the air. The corrosion traces of death energy were deeply present in their bodies, which is a must for all senior necromancers.
road.
"I want to go to Dia, go to the best necromancer academy to study, and explore the way to become a lich. The gains from this battle are enough to keep me occupied for a long time. If everything goes well, I will be able to hold the ceremony in a short time.
The final ritual...the ritual of the endless night."
Becoming a true lich is the pursuit of every necromancer. Loman’s answer leaves no room for doubt.
"Lich... If you want to become a lich, you can't just rely on magic knowledge. You must have unique potential. I don't have such potential. To reach this level is already my limit." p>
"What about you? You once said that you are tired of the life of a necromancer and want to find a place to live in seclusion. Staying in Vilning is not a good choice."
Luoman asked seemingly casually, but his eyes were always looking at the person beside him.
"I also know..." As if she thought of something, the female necromancer sighed, "I will stay in Eli. Just as you know, when the battle is over, the land that once belonged to Eli will be occupied by the necromancer.
Occupy them all."
In the camp, a sudden strong wind blew up, causing the entire tent to sway. The candlelight swayed and might be extinguished at any time.
Luoman couldn't take this into consideration. His eyes always stayed on the female necromancer in front of him.
As she spoke, she showed an expectant smile. The smile on half of her intact face was so bright. The smile that should not belong to the necromancer deeply attracted Luoman's attention. For a moment, Luoman
Man completely ignored the flaws on half of her face.
"If possible, I would like to choose a dense forest in Eli that has not been invaded by the necromancer, build my own pasture, and find a man who can see the past. I don't know if my current body can still give birth.
ability."
The smile on the female necromancer's face had not yet disappeared. Suddenly, all the candles in the camp were extinguished at this moment.
In the darkness, with the sound of wood breaking, something crashed down.
Realizing that the crisis was coming, Luoman didn't care about anything else and immediately teleported outside the camp.
Loman noticed that for some reason, the camp suddenly collapsed. All the torches that had been set up in the entire camp were completely extinguished, and the surrounding area was completely plunged into darkness.
"Is that you Anmore? Did you destroy the camp and plunge the entire camp into darkness? If it's you, you'd better be careful, because once I meet you, I will definitely let you see the heart of the corpse witch.
'It's awesome!"
While roaring, Loman lit a ball of flame in his hand, trying to illuminate the surrounding scene, but the darkness seemed to have some kind of magic power, able to swallow up the light emitted, minimizing the illumination range of the fireball.
In the dead darkness, there was no response, only the howling wind, mocking Loman in front of him.
"Aina, where are you? Come out of the collapsed tent quickly. It looks like something bad happened in the camp."
Unprecedented panic emerged from Luoman's heart. He knew that the more panic he had at this time, the less able he was to solve the problem at hand, but he could not suppress the emotions in his heart.
It is not an easy task to overcome the instinct of living things. With the blessing of will, it is easy to say, but without a strong will, you will often be controlled by instinct.
There was no response from the collapsed tent. The instinctive fear made Lomanto's hand holding the fireball tremble slightly. What happened in front of him was beyond his expectation.
At this moment, there was a noise under the tent, and there were signs of a figure struggling. Luoman hurriedly approached, and through the light of the fireball, he discovered the black and red robe that belonged to Aina.
After discovering this, Luoman quickly stepped forward to help, opening up the heavy cloth that was pressed down, trying to free the body underneath, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by something cold.
"Aina?"
What exists under the black and red robe is not the Aina in Loman's impression. Although there is no difference in appearance, judging from the cold touch on her hands and the familiar smell of death, it is obvious that Aina has happened.
There has been some kind of change.
Under Loman's gaze, the skin on the surface of Aina's body, along with the flesh and blood, fell off from the body like a wax statue melting, revealing the pale bones inside the body.
The dark sticky substance followed the hand that originally belonged to Aina and stained Loman's black robe. Red light spots surged from its empty eye sockets. With no other choice, Loman put the hand in his hand.
The fireball shot out and hit Aina's bones directly.
Intense flames exploded in front of Aina, and the skeleton body was instantly torn apart. Luoman felt his body lightened, but his arms were still tightly bound. If he looked carefully, he could see that a broken hand bone was still tightly bound.
Holding his own arm.
Quickly tearing apart the half of the hand bone, Loman ignited a fireball again. He looked at the scene in front of him in shock. This was the first time for a necromancer like him to see such a thing.
In the darkness, a burst of laughter suddenly came out, mercilessly mocking Loman in front of him, which undoubtedly annoyed him.
Under Loman's order, the corpse witches who gathered gave him some psychological comfort. He roared around: "Whoever is pretending to be a ghost in the dark, get out of here!"