"Ahead is Dia's capital, the City of Shadows... It seems that many necromancers have already arrived here first."
Looking at the dense crowd of necromancers outside the city and the undead creatures they carried, a woman wearing thick armor and dark red pupils said slowly.
"Yes. Finally, we are here." Next to her, another necromancer said slowly. He seemed to be in bad condition. He could barely stay standing with a cane made of tree branches.
Panting heavily, my calves couldn't stop shaking.
"You look very tired, or are all necromancers like this? Without undead creatures, nothing can be done?" The woman glanced at the people around her and asked disdainfully.
"I am not an undead creature. I have the perception of a normal person. I will be tired and feel physical pain..." As he said, the necromancer coughed violently, "It's better to enter the city quickly. I can't wait any longer. I want to
I want to see the holder of the artifact."
At this time, the woman seemed to notice something and asked the necromancer: "Are there any injuries on your body?"
The necromancer glanced at her with some confusion: "Apart from my lack of rest along the way and some pain in my feet, I have no other injuries. Why do you ask?"
The woman shrugged and said: "As you know, beings like me are far more sensitive to blood than other creatures, and your body is always covered with such an aura..."
The necromancer showed an unnatural expression and explained: "Maybe it's because my clothes are stained with the blood of other creatures. What you smell should be that blood."
"Really?" The woman shook her head and said nothing more.
Soon, the two arrived at the gate of the City of Shadows, ready to enter with other creatures.
"Show your respect for the holder of the artifact and offer your sincerity to the new King of Dia. If you want to enter the City of Shadows, everyone needs to hand over twenty gold coins."
The guards at the city gate were charging a moderately high entry fee from everyone who entered the city, which also made the Necromancer's expression change.
Soon, when the people in front entered the city one by one, the necromancer also came to the guard.
After the woman paid the gold coins as required by the guard, she saw that the necromancer was unmoved, so she immediately urged: "Hurry up, Grete, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to help you pay the entrance fee?" p>
"..." The woman's words came to his ears. Gretel didn't say much, but secretly activated the power that existed in his body but did not belong to him.
"This, this aura..." Sensing the aura released by Gretel, the guard was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said respectfully: "You must be the one chosen by the holder of the artifact. I believe in your sincerity.
The King of Diya must have felt it, please enter the city."
Seeing that the guard did not dare to mention the gold coins at all, Gretel didn't say anything more. He just walked past the guard with a calm face and arrived at the capital of Diya, but he was secretly relieved.
It took more than half a month since the mysterious necromancer drove the cloud of death into his body. Gretel finally arrived at the City of Shadow, the capital of Dia, before the cloud of death completely eroded him. Relying on the death cloud existing in the body, Gretel has repeatedly used the power existing in the death cloud to escape one danger after another, but the price is that the time when the death cloud erupts is getting earlier and earlier, and Gretel's body
He is also getting weaker and weaker.
Covered in dark robes, Gretel can't see anything unusual in appearance. His appearance is the same as that of an ordinary necromancer, but Gretel himself knows that he can't hold on much longer.
What makes Grete feel uneasy is that the necromancer only said that he would go to the capital of Dia to find him, but did not tell him his identity. Even now, Grete still doesn't know how to remove the evil spirit that exists in the body at all times.
A curse that threatens your own life.
Along the way, Grete also saw various unusual sights.
He met some necromancers who had hunted him down. Those necromancers had all been cursed by that powerful being on the Silent Plains and headed towards the City of Shadows.
When Gretel saw them, they were no longer human, their feet were completely worn out, and they could only crawl on the ground. The necromancer once used the power of the curse to prevent them from being able to move for a moment before arriving at the City of Shadows.
Rest, and they did so, which also made Grete fearful.
Even though his body was broken and he had suffered serious injuries from himself, when Gretel saw the necromancers, their eyes were still fanatical, not affected by other things at all. As long as they had their last breath, they would continue to move toward the shadows.
The city marches.
Apart from the curse, Gretel didn't know how to describe that kind of power. Recalling the ability of the necromancer, Gretel felt fear from the bottom of his heart. That was not a power that ordinary creatures could possess.
"Are you okay? You seem a little hesitant and feel very uneasy." The woman who came with him asked proactively.
"I'm fine..." Gretel said slowly, and he looked at the woman beside him.
Gretel knew that the woman in front of him was no ordinary person. Although she looked no different from an ordinary human being, she was actually a genuine vampire.
According to the strength of the Necromancer, her rank has probably reached the level of the Vampire King. The existence of this level has exceeded Gretel's imagination. In the past, Gretel would not have dared to exist in such a place.
Stay in front of me for one more second.
Thinking of this, Gretel sighed. He didn't want to have anything to do with this existence. However, he didn't know what her plans were. She actually followed him all the way to the City of Shadows. If it weren't for the undead soul existing in Gretel's body,
Due to the cloud of death left by the mage, Gretel might have died among those vampires at the beginning, let alone come here.
Since he has no real strength, Gretel can only rely on his breath to disguise himself along the way. What surprises Gretel is that no matter what level of necromancer he meets, as long as he shows the breath of the cloud of death,
The other party will immediately become respectful and show no intention of stopping him.
This discovery also made Gretel have some guesses about the identity of the necromancer, but this guess was so ridiculous that even Gretel himself could not believe it at all.