Broken cars, collapsed walls, and messy ruins are everywhere. If disaster is the difference between heavy rain and drizzle, then everything in front of you is undoubtedly a heavy rain, violently raging, and tearing apart everything without mercy.
There was even a lot of flesh, which was the blood of innocent people. In this hell on earth, the ferocious bones looked particularly terrifying and cold.
But under some collapsed walls, some bone claws formed a support, protecting some of the injured and those who had not escaped, creating a safe space for them, and even isolating the flames from the outside world.
The coldness of the bones dissipated the heat of the flames.
Even people who are afraid of bones feel particularly at ease at this time.
The crow flew from nowhere and landed on the shoulders of a tightly covered man in black robes in a corner. He wore a mask made of white bones and a pair of black gloves on his hands.
With his hat still on, he silently looked at the catastrophic scene in front of him and fell into silence.
"Is this the Mystic of the Army?"
After a while, he turned his attention to the four firebenders in the sky. It was precisely because they had no regard for innocent people that he was so anxious that he killed one of them and tore open a corner of the sea of fire.
He stretched out his hand and stroked the crow on his shoulder a few times. The crow croaked a few times and stretched his small body comfortably.
Luo Wen looked at this disaster scene, and when the military firebenders were not about to stop, Luo Wen felt angry in his heart, but he suppressed it for the time being.
He looked at the green monster, and with a leap, he actually resisted the flames, tore off a firebender, and smashed him to death. The blood even splashed not far away from him. There was a huge gap between them.
at some distance.
He turned around and said softly to a car behind him: "Come out, you can't hide from my perception."
A little boy with tan skin and pointed ears walked out from behind the car. He looked at Rowan with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.
"Is this the child Noh was talking about?"
Rowan stepped forward and took a closer look. He saw the boy's clothes that were torn in several places and the many scars on his body beneath the leaks.
There are many and they are very dense, proving that this non-human child has suffered a lot of torture.
The ancient elf boy Idan looked at this strange man and finally spoke first, "What do you want to do to me? Let me make it clear first, Hulk will not stop because of me, he doesn't have much sense."
Rowan was silent for a moment, then said in an extremely cold voice with no fluctuation in his tone: "That's not necessarily the case."
Yi Dan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rowan quietly without saying anything.
Rowan didn't have time to fight him. He looked at the flames coming toward him, took out a long staff from his sleeve, and with a flick of his finger, a blue light shot out, extinguishing the flames.
"What's this?"
Itami suddenly spoke.
"A kind of magic. Why are you interested, little guy?"
Rowan still used a dead voice.
Yidan looked at him and suddenly said seriously: "Please help him."
Looking at Itami's serious eyes, Rowan, who knew something about him, sighed helplessly in his heart, then shook his head and said: "You don't need me, that monster is stronger than me, and those firebenders can't deal with it.
he.",
"But it will hurt."
The childish voice said something that seemed childish, but the person who said it seemed to be extremely serious.
Rowan was a little touched. He was not a hard-hearted person to begin with.
At this time, a voice sounded in his mind, "You seem to be hesitating about something. You are a necromancer, don't forget."
"Then do you think I should be hard-hearted?"
"I didn't say that, but if you don't want to continue, just give your body to me temporarily."
"No need, this is quite interesting. Forgive me for having some hero complexes. I became an editor because I fantasized about becoming a hero."
"No wonder, you always want me to play a supporting role. But your current identity is a necromancer, does it really not matter?"
"Art is beautiful when there is conflict, isn't it?"
The conversation in his mind stopped, and Rowan in the outside world just stopped for a moment. After Rowan's consciousness returned to the outside world, he suddenly raised his hand and touched Itami's head. Itami was obviously confused and did not move away for a moment.
, when he wanted to hide away, Rowan had already retracted his hand.
Rowan walked forward. The robes on his body gradually aged and became torn. The mask of white bones suddenly also partially shattered, revealing part of his aging and corpse-stained face.
His originally relatively tall body also became a little rickety.
He walked forward with his staff in hand, and immediately attracted the attention of the firebenders. They had special people to remind them, and they set off the flames here, but Rowan used the previous method to extinguish them.
, but under the cover of the flames, several pairs of reformed warriors who had been hiding rushed forward. They were unable to play any role in the face of the Hulk, and they were always used as a reserve team.
Now, they are facing the most mysterious dark leader in New York, the necromancer Rowan.
Rowan raised his hand, cast two death curses in succession, and then blessed himself with a bloodthirsty blessing. Taking strange steps, he avoided this round of killing through the gap, and smashed a reformed warrior with one stick.
His spine completely left this encirclement.
In just a short moment, the army lost three combatants, leaving only seven people.
There was a gunshot, and Rowan's head suddenly tilted, his body staggered, and blood splattered from his head.
But before the remaining people could be happy, when the sniper in the distance succeeded, Rowan stood up straight again. They seemed to hear a painful murmur, and then their eyes fell into darkness.
Looking at the reformed warriors who were corrupted by him and reduced to ashes, Rowan shook his head and said in his heart: "They should pay attention to the curse."
"They can naturally withstand low-level curses, but you are different. You borrowed the power of my Shadow Lord to cast undead spells, which is the highest-level curse."
Rowan listened to the words in his mind and suddenly muttered in his heart with dissatisfaction, "You should have told me earlier, Noh, otherwise I wouldn't have known that you had done so many things without telling me."
"If I knew you would be so excited, I would have told you a long time ago. I didn't expect that your heart would be so... unique. I hope your mental age is not lower than thirteen. Rowan, you are really awesome.
It gave me a lot of surprises, talking about it."
Noh's voice in Rowan's mind was a little strange.
As the mystery became less mysterious, Rowan also came into contact with the mystery, which was the inheritance of the Necromancer. After thinking about it, Noh thought about it and used his identity as a calligrapher to tell Rowan something.
Unexpectedly, Rowan is still a guy with an eternal heart who dreams of being a hero. After knowing that Noh can lend him some power, he wants to do something. This act makes him become the leader of darkness in New York and even the United States, the undead.