Because real horses never take on this translucent form, their bodies are in the shape of horses, but through their bodies you can even faintly see the mist behind them, so they should have no internal organs at all, but they still spit out white mist from their noses.

The knights on the horses are a group of men dressed in black robes.

They are tall and short, young and old, but all of them have some common characteristics, that is, their faces are either blue or pale and frightening, and this kind of Cheng dù seems to gradually deepen with their older Cheng dù, if it is not so in broad daylight, but in the dead of night suddenly such a group of people appear, it can definitely scare people.

"It turned out to be the legendary necromantic horse. ”

Someone whispered.

This is a kind of ghost spell that releases the imprisoning and enslavement of the souls of these horses while they are alive, but using special means to brutally kill these horses to obtain souls full of resentment and anger, and then combine these poor souls with spirit gathering materials, and you get the eternal enslavement of people and the eternal tireless necromantic horses.

Of course, according to the principle of conservation of energy, the necromantic horse must also ingest food, otherwise it will become a perpetual motion machine in the biological sense, and it is said that the food of the necromantic horse is also the soul of other creatures.

Animals that were herbivorous in life become soul-devouring monsters after death, which is a masterpiece of necromancy.

So outside of the wizarding world, necromancers have always been the worst-rated magicians, and there's definitely a reason for that.

These necromantic horses came from afar, their hooves flying.

This is one of the advantages of necromantic creatures, when they lose their life and are made into undead creatures by necromancers, they will never feel tired and miserable again, as long as they are given enough undead food, they can work tirelessly and at their highest efficiency, and similarly, they will not know what fear is when they are on the battlefield. will always carry out all the orders of his master with the utmost loyalty.

The galloping speed of the necromantic horse brought up the knight's black robes, and the sight of a group of people fluttering in the wind with the hem of their black robes looking like a group of ghosts flying over, or a dark cloud of thick ink.

The light of the two hedron gatestones above the gatepost of the Ceylon Academy flickered, and the black iron gate of Falan slowly opened with the rotation of the gears.

A group of necromantic horses galloped in with the black-robed knight.

After entering the academy, there didn't seem to be the slightest intention of stopping. The group of Necromantic Horse Knights from the Ghost Tower Academy rushed towards the group of Ceylon apprentices who had greeted them.

Fast as the wind, fast as lightning, and as powerful as thunder.

It's not just the pressure of speed, because of the long-term dealings with the undead and the dead, this group of black-robed knights is contaminated with a kind of death aura. This kind of aura can easily cause fear among the living, and if it is a trained and determined person, it is fine, but a freshman apprentice like this who has just entered the school is actually no different from ordinary people.

There was already someone beside Al who took a few steps back unconsciously.

Under the leadership of the leading black-robed knight, the necromantic horse carried the black-robed knights towards this side like a dark cloud and ghosts, not slow, but fast!

Finally, the two former tall students from the Light-seeking Class who were standing in front of Al couldn't help but change their faces, and they quietly retreated.

When everyone is backing away, the one standing still is revealed.

Al.

The cloaked figure stood out like a stone in the water.

The sound of horses' hooves is like thunder!

The person in charge of the reception on Ceylon's side was an old mage with a beard that almost reached his chest, and for some reason, he still didn't seem to have the slightest intention of making a move when he saw such a scene.

When the group of necromantic horses was almost rushing to this side's face. Finally, the face of the brave man changed greatly and couldn't help but retreat, and some of the apprentices pulled out their staff and began to cast the few meager talisman spells they had mastered, but in the eyes of the necromantic horse knight who rushed almost like thunder, the only meaning of these spells was probably only to help the caster strengthen his courage.

Everyone in front of him had retreated behind Al, and in contrast to the group of galloping horses, Al's small figure resembled a praying mantis trying to raise its knife arm under the wheels.

"Al!"

Someone behind him shouted, and the voices were both male and female.

It seems that even if it's just a chest (part) masseuse, someone will care.

The black-robed magician led by him suddenly pulled the reins hard!

The necromantic horse neighed to its feet, its front hooves soaring into the air, and from its thick nostrils erupted a lot of ice mist with the breath of the undead, too thick to blend into the morning mist in front of it.

Even if the horse's hooves were almost kicked in the face. The cloaked figure was still standing, motionless.

The horse's hooves landed, and the black-robed knight on the horse, like Al, covered his face with his hood, and he fixed his gaze on the cloaked apprentice below, a moment later. A smiling voice came from under the hood.

"Little one, aren't you afraid of death, or are you just a piece of wood?"

In addition to the laughter, the voice also had a hoarse smell, as if speaking with the vocal cords of a deceased person.

An answer came from under the hood of the cloaked apprentice under the horse.

"Are you going to hit me? aren't you here for the academy exchange?"

Instead of answering the black-robed question from before, Al also asked two questions, in a very serious tone.

In a sense. This should be an answer.

Poof.

There was laughter all around.

This answer was indeed too naïve and ridiculous, and one even wondered if the little man in the cloak had done it on purpose.

However, the black-robed knight on the horse may not have looked so ridiculous, he no longer paid attention to the little man in the cloak in front of him, but turned to the bearded old mage who was in charge of the reception not far away, and asked in a sarcastic and questioning tone: "Old Sim, didn't you say that it is better to test the true level of each other's apprentices? What do you mean by this? You dare to say that the little guy in front of you did not get your hint or was leaked by you?" At such an age, it would be ugly if you couldn't afford to lose like a young man. ”、

The beard in front of the long-bearded teacher Sim's mouth shook slightly, and the smile must have been blocked by the beard.

"Sevens, that's what you think of me?" (To be continued.) )