Necromancers waited in the dark. Although they are much more powerful than their enemies, they prefer to stay here and wait for their prey to fall into their traps.

But the wait was too long, and there was no movement except for an unknown creature that scurried into the cave and made the undead hidden near the entrance of the cave move, and the necromancers gave a false alarm and then escaped.

Necromancers usually have a decent amount of patience, but that's when they're doing their own thing, not being forced to help someone else.

Someone started to get impatient.

"Reiner. A voice asked, "Are you sure you didn't get the message wrong?"

Reiner didn't say anything. He had sent the undead the night before, and through its eyes he had seen the men galloping through the snow with horses, nearly ten more than he had received before. That's why he called in more helpers in the name of Toom - even if it meant more trouble.

"Reiner!

The person who was being ignored raised his voice in dissatisfaction, and it was suddenly loud and loud in the darkness.

The shrill sound of breaking wind sounded almost at the same time, and a thin white light pierced the darkness, and the necromancer, who thought he was a hunter, became the first prey - a small crossbow bolt was stuck in his forehead, and the poor creature fell to the ground before he could figure out what was happening.

In the low exclamation, there were more than a dozen muffled sounds, which were the sound of the undead who had lost their summoners falling to the ground.

The sneak attacker was attacked by the sneak attack. The panicked necromancers subconsciously drove their respective slaves around them, and in the chaotic and heavy footsteps, the originally tight encirclement became chaotic in an instant.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and the apparently enchanted crossbow arrows brought out a ray of light when they were fired, accurately hitting the undead's head, but also revealing the attacker's position, and more undead rushed towards the enemy under the manipulation of their respective summoners, but the opponent's movements were obviously very fast, and they began to circle the hole with the undead. And Reiner's carefully arranged trap has become completely useless at this point.

Reiner almost wanted to jump up and yell, "Idiot!", but he didn't want to be targeted.

He didn't know how the sneak attackers had bypassed the undead he had placed near the entrance to the cave, or how the barbarians could have hit their targets so accurately in the dark. Confused. There was a faint fluctuation in his mind, his immortal servants had spotted traces of the living, and more enemies were entering through the hole.

Reiner did not give the order to attack. The trap here has been destroyed, but they still have many times the enemy's undead warriors, as long as the other party enters the cave and blocks the hole, they can still form a siege, the only thing to worry about is the power of the priest.

While the other necromancers were pushing the undead towards the cave as planned, Reiner quietly withdrew his undead and replaced them with a Flesh Golem controlled by a soul stone. Although it looks like there is no difference from the outside. But these golems are able to resist the priest's spells, which are the secret weapon that Tum has given him.

Hidden in the crevices of the rocks and under the protection of the undead, whispering a spell to exorcise the golem, Reiner heard the voice of the expected—the voice of a human priest.

"Behead them!" the young voice shouted, directing the battle in the manner of a warrior rather than a priest.

Then he faintly heard the strange sound of a spell. The flame-like red light he had seen that night burst out near the entrance of the cave, visible from where he was hiding.

He cursed silently in his heart. Because he didn't retreat fast enough, he still lost a few undead. The other mages suffered heavier losses than him, but at the moment they had learned to fight silently on their own. Heavy footsteps rang out behind Reiner, and the mages summoned more undead from the cave. This is their territory, and the number alone is enough to kill a dozen priests, and the mages have realized it. Now is not the time to conserve strength.

Reiner had to risk connecting with the consciousness of an undead, and when he saw that the golems had finally begun to surround the only human, separating him from the barbarians, he immediately severed the connection and reorganized his undead spirits, cutting behind the barbarians.

They have lost more power than expected. There's always something to gain. In addition to capturing the priest, Reiner was not going to spare any of the barbarians.

Although there was initially unexpected chaos, the situation was still in their favor. Reiner believes he can succeed this time – and he must. He'd disappointed Toom too many times to challenge the old mage's patience and limited tolerance again.

Dozens of barbarian children were tied to a long chain, and smaller babies were held by larger ones. One by one, they walked out of the prison door, not knowing what their fate would be, but they no longer had the strength to be frightened.

Tum watched gloomily from the side, not saying a word. The young ice dragon only glanced at the "food" crammed into a pile in the iron bar, and said lightly, "It's all wanted." ”

Even Silver Fang wouldn't be so greedy. Toom wondered, and always felt that something was not right. But the ice dragon was always by his side, and after seeing the two meat golems that had been completely frozen, Tum wasn't going to test the ice dragon's breath with his own body - even if it was a humanoid ice dragon.

They were stuck at the intersection before they could get out of the fork. Groups of undead galloped by, making Tum frown. Apparently, something had gone wrong with Reiner's job of "hosting friends" - why on earth did he keep him?

"What is this for? Training? I didn't know the undead needed this. Isis asked coldly, he hated accidents, especially when there were a bunch of children around him waiting to be dragged out of the cave.

"We had some special visitors. Toom replied, even more annoyed by the need to explain to the ice dragon that it wasn't directed at it: "A dozen savages...... and a human priest. ”

"Does that need to be so exciting?" said Iss, sarcastic, irritating. It seemed to be a cause for joy that it wasn't Lydia, but now that there were more undead blocked between the outer cavern and the entrance to the interior, it wasn't good news.

"We generally prefer to be a little more cautious. Tum held out his hand and let the ice dragon go first.

Isis strode out, not noticing that Tum distanced himself from him, leaving his guards between them.

Ed breathed a sigh of relief as he was the first to step out of the narrow passage between the two caves, stepping aside and watching the tired group of children walk out one by one. He knew that the children of the barbarians were already the height of ordinary humans by the time they were eleven or twelve years old, and that these children were obviously not yet ten years old.

The sound of the rock tapping began to change as soon as the first child walked out of the cave, from chaotic to regular. Ed had his back against the rock, excited and worried - the barbarians were too impatient, and they were moving much ahead of schedule.

A necromancer stopped not far below him, the sounds made no sense to the tightly controlled undead, and they couldn't understand it, but he could hear it, and it was clear that he had sensed something.

"Hey!" Ed greeted loudly, trying to delay a moment, "You know what? We've just allied with another ice dragon, and it's here!"

The necromancer frowned in confusion, "Where are you taking those little ones with you?"

"These are gifts for the Ice Dragon!" Ed knew his voice was a little too loud, but he couldn't help it.

All the pickaxes began to rise and fall at the same time, and the sound became more and more uniform, making Ed feel his heartbeat gradually synchronize with it.

The necromancer turned his head, and even the dullest could see that something was wrong.

Ed had no choice.

He jumped down and pounced on the necromancer, drawing his sword and pulling it across the other's neck, the blood splashing on his hands and face as hot as flames. For a very short and long moment, he just stared at the rapidly white face and the blood gushing out from under the sword, and the eyes that widened with horror and reluctance and then suddenly stopped were imprinted in his blank mind. Everything around him was moving away from him, and all sounds and images were blurred.

"Ed!"

Is's scream raised his head, and the last child finally came out of the passageway, listening to the sound of war drums in a bit of a daze, followed by an exasperated Iss.

"Toom is gone!" he cried, "can't these damn barbarians be a little more patient?!"

Ed shook his head desperately, breaking free from the dreamlike trance, struggling to get up as Iss violently smashed the head of the undead guarding the edge of the passage with his cane, trying to ignore the disgusting sticky feeling, clenching his sword and yelling, "Mock!

He heard a roar, with a long-suppressed rage, rolling like thunder.

In his sight, all the barbarians turned sharply at the same time, and the iron pickaxe in their hands slammed into the heads of the guards behind them. The sight was thrilling, but Ed's gaze fell involuntarily on the face of an old man - his ravine-ravaged face was full of tears, and the sorrow in his eyes was so strong that it overwhelmed all emotions and made people cry with it.

He knew him, the undead...... It is even possible that it was once his son.

Ed blinked, surprised to feel the warm liquid sliding down his cheeks. The first battle was over in an instant, and most of the undead had already fallen to the ground before they could react, the sound of breaking chains was crisp and piercing. Ed stood stunned, not knowing what to do. It was only when a group of barbarians roared at him with weapons in their arms that he suddenly realized that in the eyes of these people, he was nothing more than a necromancer in black robes.

"No! wait, I'm not ......," he cried out incoherently, and Queen Cang retreated, but tripped over the corpse of the necromancer, and fell to the sky, his heart full of horror.