I came back at ten o'clock in the evening, and I was typing up the text before posting it before twelve o'clock. I replaced it with the other two chapters, and then I coded it hard. After I finished coding, I changed it.
Chapter 17 It’s good to fight
...The Necromancer felt even more dizzy and couldn't say a word for a while. He didn't even dare to ask why Ye Long appeared here. In fact, he felt that he didn't need to ask this question at all.
A dark elf was kidnapped, and at the critical moment another dark elf appeared. Do you need to ask why this dark elf came? Naturally, he came to save this kidnapped dark elf.
"Ah! This... we saved her!" The Necromancer pointed at Shakir and said, "She was caught by the human slave-catching team, and we killed all the slave-catching team."
Of course, the necromancer would not admit that he also wanted to kidnap Shakir. The death knight was beaten so hard that he had no power to resist, and he probably wouldn't be able to take a few hits if he went up to it.
As for why he kidnapped Shakir? Come on, necromancers are also human beings, and they have to spend money, and mages are one of the most expensive professions among all professions. Because any magic research requires a lot of time and money.
, whether it is orthodox magic or dark magic.
Compared with other orthodox mages, necromancers only study different types of magic. They cannot transcend the boundaries of mortals, and they do not need to spend money to avoid the fireworks of the world.
But necromancers are an alternative existence in orthodox society. Because they are alternative, and because the magic they study is too mysterious and terrifying, they cannot be included in traditional society.
Therefore, most necromancers are perverse and withdrawn in character. They often stay away from the crowd and hide in the wilderness to study their dark magic. To study magic, you have to consume a lot of materials. If you want the materials, you have to buy them, and if you buy them, you have to spend money.
money.
Although the forest will provide them with many commonly used medicinal materials, and can even provide them with most of the rare materials. But it is impossible for them to search every corner of the forest and find every medicinal material they need. This is not
Something that can be accomplished by one person.
So they can only trade with others, so they also need money to support their research. However, necromancers are not allowed to participate in society, so naturally most necromancers have no normal way to make money.
This necromancer, who had just become a mage, had been hiding on the edge of the dark forest all year round, hunting slaves and stealing goods to trade with the great nobles.
Of course, if he had the chance, he wouldn't mind becoming a slave catcher himself. Because a living elf would stop him from worrying about gold coins for a long time, but the dark elf in front of him was obviously not a good target.
"Ah (second tone)?" Ye Long stopped punching the undead knight. He turned his head and looked at the undead mage. For a moment, he still didn't quite understand what the undead mage meant.
"Yes, we saved her!" the necromancer nodded hurriedly and said.
Ye Long saw that the death knight was already dizzy from being beaten, and he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long if he continued to be beaten.
He clapped his hands and stood up, and said to the Necromancer: "Come here and let me beat him for a while."
What does it have to do with me that you saved that female elf? What do you mean by saying this to me? Ye Long felt that this necromancer's head was completely corroded.
"I...I didn't make a mistake!" the necromancer said tremblingly.
"That's good, let's fight." Ye Long said.
"Why... why?" the necromancer was scared.
"No reason, this is overbearing!" Ye Long said.
"Ah!..." The Necromancer's brain suddenly short-circuited. He stayed where he was, not knowing what to do.
"Don't worry, you are a stranger. I won't hit you like I hit him!" Ye Long said.
"..." The Necromancer was too frightened to speak.
Ye Long is waiting for him to come over and beat him.
"Can I let them take over?" The Necromancer was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the five puppets behind him and asked tremblingly.
In fact, he just asked tentatively.
Ye Long looked at the five human zombie puppets behind the necromancer and asked: "The ones that were just transformed and resurrected?"
The necromancer was taken aback and didn't know what he meant by asking this. But he didn't dare to answer randomly. After all, killing someone and then resurrecting the dead body and making it his puppet was very unusual in the mainland.
This behavior is strictly prohibited among any ground orthodox race, so he could only nod mechanically and did not dare to answer casually.
Ye Long moved his arms and said, "Okay, I just want to move my body and relieve my anger."
To be honest, although Ye Long has been a soul cultivator in the underworld for three hundred years, he still hates the idea of directly hunting down mortals and refining their corpses into zombie puppets.
He believed that this was against the law of heaven. In the past, he often took action to deal with those resentful ghosts who came and went to the mortal world to harm people. He directly collected the souls of those who had committed more serious crimes and gave them to Duan Feng.
However, the Necromancer is a mortal, and killing between mortals is a mortal matter. He has never been willing to interfere, but sometimes he will teach him a lesson.
As for the cold aura of the Necromancer, it is nothing to him. If he wants to release his aura, it will be thousands of times more gloomy and cold than the Necromancer, because he is a soul cultivator in the underworld.
So under the mobilization of the Necromancer, several slave catcher puppets who had just been transformed into puppets did not even resist at all, and were beaten hard by Ye Long one by one like sandbags.
The four puppet warriors could hold on for a while, but in the end, the thief Ye Long flew out before even a few punches, and it looked like he would be finished after a few more punches.
Ye Long frowned, glanced at the thieves puppet that was knocked out with disgust, and finally turned his attention to the necromancer.
"Is there any more? Call out a few more, but we haven't beaten enough yet!" Ye Long said.
"Uh... no... no more!" the necromancer stammered.
Although Ye Long was not fancy at all when he beat a few undead puppets, it looked like a rogue gangster beating them badly. But the necromancer had advanced to the level of a magister after all, and he was vaguely aware of something strange inside. He
He realized that such a blow was not like a random beating by an ordinary gangster, but what was the difference, he couldn't tell.
"No? No, then come over!" Ye Long said.
"Me? Ah... wait..., there's more! There's more!" The Necromancer's face changed with fright.
According to the intensity of Ye Long's blow just now, the sword master-level warrior puppet couldn't withstand many punches. I, a legal profession known for its fragile body, couldn't bear the blows of several of his heavy punches.