"How could such a precious potion, such a rare experiment, and such a precious sample be placed next to a mediocre person like you!"
"In order to save my masterpiece, I must eradicate this eyesore like you!"
In fact, the wizard really just wanted Elsa to die peacefully at the beginning.
Because the dead Elsa's soul will remain intact under the influence of this potion.
And under the blessing of his spell, it will float towards his castle.
After she passed the category of necromancer, a special soul pool was created to cleanse her memories.
After all the memories of her life were washed away by this soul pool...
A transparent, clean, and pure soul will be at his disposal.
It became his most successful collection and also his soul mate.
As for this woman's body.
The night elves will definitely let her be buried intact.
Find a night when no one is paying attention, take some time, and ask your servants to dig it out and smuggle it into the castle.
Then the mobility of this experimental subject can also be guaranteed.
When she doesn't go out, she can live in whatever form she wants.
If she needs to travel far, she can return to her original body and use it as a long-distance transportation volume to protect her soul body from harm.
The necromancer thought all of this very well.
Who would have thought that while he was waiting for death in the castle, he would suddenly receive a delay notice?
The moment I discovered that the situation had changed...
The wizard brought the certificate to the owner of this mysterious shop to ask for an explanation.
In the process of asking for an explanation, he was attacked by this night elf.
If it weren't for the powerful power behind the boss, he would have suspected that this was a ploy to defraud money in collusion between the night elves and the boss.
After all, everyone has seen what this night elf is doing in the Dark City recently.
A thief, a country bumpkin who fishes for foreigners, he can't do anything.
But when they fought against each other, this suspicion was dispelled.
The boss and the night elves seemed to have never known each other.
And this night elf had no scruples in doing anything, not caring about the precious potions and scrolls in the boss's room.
He just did it without saying a word.
Therefore, if the problem does not occur with the potion, it has nothing to do with the boss here.
Then his worries just now can be completely dispelled.
What did he have to worry about for an abandoned son who had lost the support of his clan?
The person who provokes first has the right to counterattack accordingly.
Even in the Dark City, he could just and legally kill him by pressing him to death.
Thinking of the undead wizard here, his attack became even more severe.
And knowing that his wife was about to lose her life for such a ridiculous reason...
The night elves were furious.
The bow and arrow in his hand is the psychic bow that has been with him since he was a child.
As a bow and arrow that naturally falls off the largest night elf tree in the Dark Forest, it also has its own spirituality.
It felt its master's anger.
At the same time, the energy sealed in the body and gushing out from nowhere was also 100% withstood by it.
When the necromancer angrily shouted that he was unworthy...
'boom!'
Unprepared, the night elf's bow and arrow exploded.
It is not the interference of fragmented external forces, but the expansion and upgrading from the inside out.
Or it can be called secondary development, drawing a bow and arrow again.
Driven by this angry energy, the bow revealed its new full appearance after the fog of the explosion dissipated.
What a gorgeous bow this is.
The bow body that was originally just pitch black has now expanded in a full circle from the inside out.
From a simple bow with no decoration, it turned into a luxurious bow that was wrapped with wisteria and overflowing with brilliance. When it was pulled, there were faint golden threads running through it.
And those arrows carried on the back, because they came from the same source, were also affected by the reaction.
After a brief flash, the arrows all turned into silver tips.
If the changes in bows and arrows are significant, then Tyrande's changes can be said to be earth-shaking.
As the leader of the younger generation of the night elves.
Tyrande is a benchmark among the tribe in terms of body shape and deportment.
Now, it seems like nothing has changed for him, and it seems like everything has changed.
Tyrande stood up after being beaten to the ground and unable to get up.
His eyes changed from the green of a spring to an unfathomable black.
And countless mysterious symbols began to appear on his body.
Palms, knees, neck, and finally rising to his forehead.
Just like the symbols flowing on the bow, even the breathing is at the same frequency.
Tyrande stood up again without even shouting for encouragement.
He just silently drew out the arrow, bent the bow and nocked the arrow, and pulled out an almost hand-to-hand bow at the undead wizard who was about to rush over.
"Ha! You idiot, an archer can reach such a distance!"
"Ouch! Damn it! You bastard! What did you do!"
The necromancer used his scepter to casually pull all the arrows that were shot to the ground.
The only one was probably a fish that slipped through the net, and he was too lazy to pick it up. He planned to turn his head and dodge it.
But who would have thought that this arrow was dodged.
But after the arrow was shot, how could there be any aftermath?
And how could the lethality of this aftermath be so great!
Just by grazing the undead wizard's face, his head naturally started to burn.
This strange flame carries the smell of death, but also contains the nourishment of life.
This kind of contradictory energy makes it extremely difficult to put out this kind of flame.
"Ahhhhh!" The screaming necromancer had no time to attack, so he held down his robe and blocked his head.
This black robe is the work of the most successful armor master of the undead clan.
Normal magic attacks can be effectively reduced under its shroud.
Even so... ba ba ba ba...
The residual heat of the flames on his head continued.
This process lasted several breaths... When the undead wizard took off his robe, a huge hole was actually corroded on the crystal white bones.
"Damn it! I'm going to smash you to pieces!"
This time it really pissed off the wizard.
While he was putting out the fire, the night elves fired another round in pursuit.
But I don’t know what defensive tools the other party used...
This round of attacks were all blocked by a mysterious energy, and several arrows jingled on the ground.
It deflected from the trajectory of the shot and fell to the ground, mumbling a declaration of failure.