Bloodstone, corpse, wizard.

These words made Cross immediately understand the current situation.

He has to deal with a necromancer who can only appear in the mouth of a wandering poet.

After judging the direction of the wizard based on the direction of the sound and the light source in the gap in the stone wall, Cross immediately hid behind a rock.

"Boom"

The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, and the wizard closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exclaiming, "The smell of this chamber is always so enticing, and the smell of corruption is always exciting. ”

However, he discovered the anomaly in the secret room in the next moment, "What about the corpse? Why is the corpse gone!?"

The wizard's tone was suddenly anxious, for it was clear to him that Cross's corpse was a very valuable material.

Hiding behind the rocks, Cross held his breath, he was afraid, he was nervous, he had never fought a wizard.

However, he was quite confident in his skills, and in the entire military academy, there were no more than ten people who could defeat him in a head-on confrontation.

It's just that now the situation is more complicated and dangerous, this is not a drill, it is not training, and the slightest negligence can lead to death.

Thinking of this, Cross's mind immediately conjured up the scene of being decisively assassinated by the assassin. He gasped.

However, the scene of the assassination did not cause him to panic, on the contrary, he began to calmly analyze friend and foe.

It could be the human instinct in the face of death, or it could be Cross's determination to swear to survive.

The habits he developed at the military academy led Cross to quickly analyze and conclude:

In addition to the wizard, there was a man named Watson guarding the entrance to the cellar, and the wizard himself had not yet discovered me, but I had determined his approximate location by the wizard's voice.

There are many enemies and we are few, and the enemy is bright and we are secret, and the best way to reverse the situation is to sneak attack. And it has to be a deadly sneak attack!

Cross had already made up his mind to fight to the death, and he picked up a skull from the ground and threw it towards the corner on the other side.

The skull made a crisp sound as it hit the stone wall.

Cross seized the opportunity and immediately jumped up from behind the rocks.

The wizard's gaze immediately withdrew from the corner, and when he saw Cross appear alive in front of him, the torch in his hand slipped involuntarily.

The wizard's eyes bulged, making his pale and bony face even more terrifying.

"Impossible!

Silver-Eyed Cross actually resurrected himself!"

The wizard's fright didn't stop Cross.

Cross felt like a killer at the moment, and he quickly captured the weakest point of the wizard's body - the throat.

He leapt up to the wizard and slashed his right hand into the latter's throat.

Cross was taken aback by the sensation that came from his fingertips with the knife in his hand, and it was more than he had expected: it was not so much on the skin as it was on the leather armor.

The wizard staggered backwards with his left hand over his throat, and at the same time, his right hand spilled a large amount of dark green dust.

Klosson felt that everything in front of him was starting to blur, and his vision was weakening!

But instead of retreating, he knew that once he retreated at such a time, he would never have a chance again.

With the spatial memory in his brain, Cross hit the necromancer with his left and right punches one after another, but it was still that strange sense of blow, and his attack did not work.

He simply jumped back to open the distance, knowing full well that if he couldn't get his opponent's intelligence, he couldn't defeat him.

However, the time given to him was running out, and the weakening of his vision put him in a more dangerous passive situation.

"I'm really taken aback by you, Silver-Eyed Cross. It's just that you don't have a chance anymore. Bone skin is a barrier that you can't break through, and besides, you've been poisoned, and although I'd love to know how you got back to life, but, alas, I don't want you to live like this, your actions have angered me, I'm going to kill you!"

The wizard's indifferent voice echoed through the chamber, and Cross instantly felt a chill run through his body.

The fear of death came again.

Is this the end of it?The unarmed attack should not be able to break the bone skin, and the effect of the poison is getting more and more serious, in addition to the visual weakening, there is also a dizziness, and now I can't even grasp the enemy's position.

Is there really no chance......

Be calm, stay calm......

Maybe...... You can escape......

Cross closed his eyes, ready to amplify the perception of his other senses.

And at this moment, a dark purple ball of light appeared in front of him. The surface of the ball of light is also covered with a faint purple haze.

Doubts, puzzles, instantly filled Cross's brain, but the deadly crisis was just around the corner, and he didn't have time to speculate too much.

The other party is a wizard, and he must have magical power, and he has the ability to perceive magical power, these two factors made him come to a conclusion at once.

That purple ball of light is magic.

When Cross realized that he could sense the magic with his eyes closed, a strong hunger rushed through him.

He only felt his right arm twitch, and then his whole body rushed forward uncontrollably, and then his right arm plunged into the dark purple ball of light.

The wizard's screams followed, "Ahh......hhh Blame...... ...... object"

When Cross opened his eyes, he found that his sight had been restored, and that he had pierced the wizard's abdomen with his bare hands, killing him instantly.

What made him even more incredible was that his right arm was covered in countless bloodshots, and he tried to pull it out, only to find that it seemed to be firmly fixed to the wizard's abdomen.

The clever Cross soon understood everything, he was devouring the wizard's magic.

He closed his eyes again, and the dark purple magic flowed into his body through those bloodshots, and soon, the wizard's magic power was quickly drained, Cross's right arm returned to its original state, and the hunger in his whole body faded in an instant.

He pulled out his right arm and pushed the dead wizard away, his movements flowing like an old killer who had long looked at each other and killed people as if they were normal.

At this moment, he found a tall figure standing at the door of the secret room.

Nearly two meters tall, the man was as muscular as an orangutan, wearing a pair of tattered linen pants and chains around his feet. The upper body cannot be seen clearly due to the light.

Cross guessed that the big man in front of him was Watson in the mouth of the previous necromancer.

Killing Watson was Cross's knee-jerk reaction.

He wasn't worried that his resurrection would be known, or that the killing of the necromancer would be revealed, he just didn't want anyone to know the secret of his bloodline.

Watson saw the secret, then, he had to die.

However, even if Watson had to die, Cross's judgment now seemed too reckless. He doesn't know his own strength right now, and at the same time, he doesn't know the strength of his opponent. This is a far cry from his usual cautiousness. What's more, he didn't notice this change in himself at all.

Just as he was about to launch a surprise attack on Watson, the latter let out a roar.

"Whew......"

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