Chapter 70 Adjudicators

The wind blew through the wilderness, and all kinds of vegetation humbly bowed down their waists along the way, and the more unbridled and unbridled wind lifted the clouds in the sky endlessly, and even the holy bright moon was blown to which corner, and the wilderness was dark. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Boom Miles******

At this moment, a deep voice sounded in the depths of the wilderness, like a mage chanting a spell, and like the murmur of a hellish devil.

Tempest followed the sound to the source, and saw a large rough stone slab with a dark black magic circle carved in the center, and four magic pillars around the stone slab, which were also carved with black magic arrays. At this time, there was a decomposing corpse on the slate, and under the slate was a wooden coffin that had been pried open, apparently the body was still "freshly out of the coffin".

A mage shrouded in black robes, holding a black soul stone in his hand, kept chanting strange spells in his mouth as he walked around the corpse, and a trace of black streamer disappeared from the black soul stone in his hand into the corpse, and you could see that the corpse was changing little by little.

Unlike the usual black robes, this robe has a pale skull tattooed on its chest, proving that the mysterious mage is actually a necromancer!

"Boom!"

At that moment, a huge fireball flew from a distance, and it looked like it was about to hit the corpse. Seeing this, the necromancer raised the staff in his hand, and a fireball also flew out and hit the flying fireball.

"White Wolf Brian?"

The necromancer screamed sharply as he saw his approaching enemy, but when he chanted the incantation, a skeleton warrior with a sword and shield was summoned by him. And the staff in his hand swung towards the white wolf at the same time, and another big fireball flew out.

Although Brian had previously fired a fireball at the corpse like a mage, he was dressed like a light-armored warrior - he was dressed in brownish-gray leather armor and held a silver longsword in both hands - Brian's longsword was longer than a normal longsword, but much shorter than a real two-handed greatsword.

When Brian wields his sword to slash the fireball, under the reflection of the firelight, you can see a conspicuous scar on his right cheek, and strangely, his young face has long snow-white hair, and unlike ordinary Dodds, his pupils are silvery-white!

All this proves that the white wolf Brian who screams from the necromancer's mouth is a witcher.

"Looks like you've recognized me, you lowly bastard!" Brian smiled wickedly at the necromancer. With his sword in both hands, Brian began to sprint in the direction of the necromancer.

The skeleton warrior ran towards Brian, while the necromancer himself kept retreating, and his expression was panicked, but when Brian approached the strange stone slab, the necromancer stopped, only to see him smile grimly: "Damn mutant, I have smelled that stench of you in Blackwind City for a long time! Tonight, I will use your corpse to transform into the strongest warrior under my command!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A company of three Bronze Skeleton Warriors emerged from the ground around Brian, plus the first skeleton warrior who came back to help, Brian was now surrounded by four Bronze Skeleton Warriors, and there was also a sinister necromancer on the periphery! This undoubtedly made Brian's heart sink to the bottom.

Controlling four creatures of the same level in a row is something that can only be done by god-level talents. But this necromancer is not a god-level talent. As mentioned earlier, necromancers don't have natal magic books, which makes them have a lot of flaws, but it also makes them more than ordinary in some areas - such as summoning, the number of undead creatures that a necromancer of the same level can summon is even more than that of a normal god-level gifted mage!

"Bang!"

Brian fended off the attacks of the two skeleton warriors in front of him with his sword, and with a swing of his left hand, a large ice pick instantly froze in the area he slashed through. Strangely, Brian was never seen chanting magic spells from beginning to end, but he was able to release magic, and it looked like the natal magic of an ordinary mage!

Brian's isn't natal magic, of course, because witchers don't have magic books in their bodies, but these spells are ingrained in their blood, so they can cast spells as easily as drinking water. This is their strength, but it is also a fatal flaw, and compared to normal mages, witchers know very little magic.

The amount of magic they knew was determined by the number of magic arrays in their blood! Generally speaking, the magic arrays that could be implanted in each realm of a demon hunter would never exceed four, and most of them only had one or two. And as an outstanding demon hunter, Brian has six magic arrays in his blood—three first-level and three second-level.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The two skeleton warriors behind Brian each pulled a trail of blood on Brian's body, which made even the physically strong Brian very painful, and the whistling sound in his ears warned him that the sinister necromancer was unleashing a large fireball at him!

Brian didn't think about stabbing the necromancer in the heart with his longsword so that the other's magic would be nullified and he would be safe. But not only did he understand this, but the sinister necromancer also knew this, so the hard skeletons next to him were always around him, and his violent attacks kept his vitality declining!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, one after another bright fireballs suddenly but accurately smashed down on the area where the necromancer was standing, and the sudden attack made the necromancer look confused. After being hit by two large fireballs, the necromancer who reacted immediately held up a black magic light shield in front of him.

But the nightmare didn't end there, the big fireball slammed down on the necromancer as if it didn't cost mana! After two large fireballs, the necromancer's magic shield shattered, but instead of panicking, the necromancer held up a new magic shield while his narrow eyes searched for the damn mage who was sneaking up on him!

After shattering more than a dozen light shields in a row, the necromancer was desperate, although he was a ninth-level mage, his magic power also had to maintain four summoned creatures, and the mage who used a big fireball to sneak up on him had almost endless magic power, throwing out more than twenty big fireballs in a short period of time, and this madness continued! Damn, even if you and I are both level nine, you can't squander your magic power like this, right?!

Suddenly, the big fireball that fell on him was gone, could it be that the idiot had already exhausted his own magic power? Thinking of this, the necromancer's heart became fighting again, and the kind of mage who looked down on another mage of the same level in terms of intelligence made him enjoy the abnormality even more.

But the necromancer's smugness only lasted for a second, and the bright fireball that disgusted him landed on him again, and this time it was five at a time! Yes, it was five! At the moment when he was burned to ashes, the necromancer saw four flame apostles wandering not far away-damn it, god-level talent!

Crush!

Brian was still a little stunned, one necromancer who had put him in a desperate situation had only lasted less than a quarter of an hour in the hands of another mage, and the necromancer hadn't even been able to fight back the whole time! And guess what I saw? Four Flame Apostles! Damn, that guy was a god-level talent!

"White Wolf Brian?"

The young man was too young - although he couldn't see Leitch's face clearly, but when he heard the other party's voice, Brian immediately realized it.

"Thank you for saving your life, Mr. Mage. Brian tucked his sword back into the scabbard behind his back and bowed respectfully to Retch.

When Leitch got closer, he realized that Leitch was dressed strangely - not in a gorgeous robe, but in a pitch-black leather armor! But Brian didn't feel that way, which made him think that Leitch was a bit mysterious.

"Obviously, thanking a mage isn't fun for you, the witcher. Leitch made a joke, and Brian laughed, and it dawned on him that this was a very different mage.

"Brian, an orphan, was trained by a mysterious organization since he was a child, and his hair was all white when he became a witcher, and since then there has been a white wolf in the world. White Wolf Brian, a freelance mercenary, is more often than not hunting evil mages. I don't know if I'm right?" Although his face was covered, his laughter made people feel very sincere.

"Almost. Brian's eyes darkened slightly, for it was clear that the mysterious mage had not inadvertently saved himself.

"Have you heard of the Dark Sanctuary?"

"I've heard of it, a newly rising killer organization. Brian stared at Reich in amazement, the mysterious mage could still be from the Dark Sanctuary.

Brian had only recently heard the rumors of the Dark Sanctuary that he had done some extremely difficult assassination missions quite well, and what interested him the most was the bloody handkerchief left behind by the Dark Sanctuary after completing the assassination, which seemed to have the sentence written on it - the sin that cannot be washed away by the light, then accept the verdict of darkness!

"I've heard of it, so much better. A hint of surprise flashed in Rykey's eyes, it seemed that the reputation of the Dark Sanctuary was spreading faster than he expected, and Leitch said solemnly, "White Wolf Brian, I now invite you to join the Dark Sanctuary in the name of the Father of Fear!"

"Me?" Brian looked very surprised, although he knew that Leitch had something to do with him, but he didn't expect to pull him into the gang, he shook his head and smiled, "I don't plan to become an assassin, in fact, I'm very happy with my current life." Also, I'm a celebrity, big or small, especially my gray hair, which isn't a good thing for an Assassin. ”

"There are not only assassins in the dark, but no one thinks of you when your hair is not white when necessary. ”

Luck smiled meaningfully, and continued, "White Wolf, as far as I know, although the mage has caused you great suffering, you have always only targeted the evil mage, which shows that you have your own beliefs, and you hate sin. And this is what we in the Dark Templar are also looking for - we are committed to adjudicating the sins of the light! Join us, act alone like this, and sooner or later you will bury your body in the wilderness as you did tonight!

Brian's expression was uncertain, and he looked at Leitch straight for a while, and finally he still knelt in front of Leitch as Reich wished: "Brian, see the father of fear." ”

"Haha, well, I now give you the name of the Judge in the name of the Father of Fear!"

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