Imrik stood in front of the door with the copper stove and Apollo. Imrik gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and with a creaking sound, the wooden door opened.
The house was dark, with graffiti on the walls and garbage and debris on the stone floor. The windows were empty shelves without glass.
The second floor is reached by following a curved stone staircase that extends 20 feet to the upper floor. The stairs are covered with bird droppings, broken tiles, dirt, and mold.
Much of the roof on the top floor had collapsed over these roofs, leaving holes for birds and rainwater to pass through. The floor was littered with broken stones, bird droppings, damaged furniture and other debris, and was moldy.
There are many pigeons perched in the rafters.
The floor here is extremely fragile, and when Tong Luo's heavy body stepped on it, there was even a big hole punched through an old wooden board.
"Look! There is a locked door over there!" Apollo's eyes lit up. Sure enough, there was a door on the north side of the room not far away, and there was a brand new iron lock hanging on the door.
Tongluo walked up, took out an iron rod from his waist, and dropped the door lock with one push. Then he pushed the door open, and the three of them found two men in shabby clothes holding shovels inside, horrified.
Look at them.
"Who are you!" one of the men said nervously.
The mage stepped forward, smiled and picked up a piece of paper with a portrait of Dexterous Wright on it: "Don't be nervous, tell me, have you seen it?"
The man rolled his eyes and said, "No, we haven't seen it before."
But what he didn't know was that Imrik had already started reading thoughts at this time and heard his voice.
"You can't tell him that this damn thing has been taken away by Lord Loser. Damn it, you need to inform the Lord and kill these guys!"
Imric put away his smile and raised a hand to point at the other person, wanting the other person to be honest.
Level 2 Psychic Power—Experience severe pain.
A ray of green light shot out from the mage's hand and shone on the man. An indescribable pain swept through his body. The man fell to the ground and screamed in pain, his whole body twisted, but this kind of mental pain made him no matter what.
Nothing can be done to alleviate it at all.
"Spare your life! Master Mage! What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything!" the man wailed in pain.
Imric stopped casting spells and asked again: "Give you another chance, tell me, where is it?"
The man was lying weakly on the ground. Although he had no damage on his body, the severe pain made him feel exhausted after a disaster: "I was taken away by Lord Lotor."
Imrik continued: "Who is Lothar and where is he?"
The man took a few deep breaths and felt a little better: "Sir Lotor is also a mage master. Like you, he has been living underground and sent us to collect raw materials for him."
"Raw materials?" Apollo on the side asked curiously.
"It's just the corpses. Master Lowther has been asking us to go to the Dead City to steal the corpses and bring them back. He will make these corpses into skeletons." At this point, the man swallowed, obviously, he was afraid of this.
"A necromancer." Imrik was wary. The undead creatures created by necromancers can exist for a long time and can coexist. Although due to professional level, they cannot control too much, but it is said that some spells can
Use clever ways to control many undead creatures.
For such a necromancer who has been stealing corpses to make undead, it can be said that the combat effectiveness depends on how many pets he has. However, this kind of human sea tactic is still not enough for the current Imrik.
"Does that clever Wright have a strange stone on his body?" Imrik described to them the appearance of the Gorol Stone.
The man thought for a while and said loudly: "I remember! Lord Loser found this stone from it that day and took it away together!"
The mage listened to his thoughts and found that they were exactly the same. He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. With a gentle lift of his hand, the man was lifted to his feet by invisible force.
"Take me to Loser, these gold coins will be yours," the mage said with a smile and took out 10 gold coins.
The two men hesitated for a moment. After all, their fear of Lotor could not overcome the anger of the mysterious mage in front of them and the temptation of gold coins, so they nodded in agreement.
Several people came to the first floor. The man pointed to a wooden board that was the same as other dilapidated floors and said, "It's right here. Open it and go down. After you go down, keep walking along the passage and you can find him."
The copper furnace stepped forward, shouted angrily, and then hammered the entire floor to pieces. The fine pieces of rotten wood fell down the sudden pit, making a crisp sound.
"Dark Vision." The mage recited a spell, blessed the three of them with spells, and then jumped down. Fortunately, according to the sound of the template, the underground was not far from the ground, about two or three meters.
As he walked, the mage discovered that the cellar seemed to be connected to the sewer. The sewage slowly appeared under his feet and flowed along the trough parallel to the stone walkway. It became more and more, and it was three feet deep.
A stench hit his nostrils, and this familiar smell made Apollo come back. He covered his nose and said with disgust: "Why is it the sewer again? Oh my God, Imric, we can't go to a place with a more romantic environment."
Risky?"
The mage smiled and comforted: "Be patient, this is all for your dreams. How can an adventurer not endure hardship?"
The three of them walked in the sewer for who knows how far, and finally reached an empty place. In this wide empty place, there were stone pillars and arched structures supporting the ceiling. On both sides of a half-destroyed wall, there were inscriptions that did not correspond.
Stone carvings indicate that this area was once two separate rooms.
There is a complete wooden door on the intact side, and the strong aura of the dead is coming from inside.
Imric pointed the Ring of the Ram at the wooden door, and an invisible powerful force field shot out from the ring quickly, smashing the wooden door into pieces with a "Bang!"
Inside the house, a thin, pale, middle-aged mage wearing a black robe stared blankly at the door. He had a scalpel in his hand and a rotting corpse lying in front of him.
There are more than twenty undead skeletons in the room, and many corpses are also piled up.
It seems that there is not enough time to make many undead. Imrik thought to himself.
At this time, Loser also came to his senses. He looked angrily at the strangers opposite and shouted: "Who are you! How dare you break my door!"
"Your home?" Imrik looked around and was a little speechless. It was really a simple home.
"Kill them!" The Necromancer obviously didn't want to hear their explanation, and directly ordered all the undead skeletons in the room to swarm over and chop to death the rude people who broke into his home.