Crunch!

The door carved with the motif of the dead and the edge of the room studded with gold threads was pushed open, and a middle-aged aristocratic man with a somewhat pale face walked out quickly, holding a fine glass in his hand, and his lips were flushed with the liquid in the cup.

"Well, I see your cursed spirit flying back!"

Walking out of the door, there was a richly decorated hall outside, but obvious damage could still be seen in some places, and there were even some faint blood stains on the floor and walls, and a person who looked like a girl greeted him.

"Failed!"

The middle-aged nobleman took another sip of the blood in the cup, shook his head and looked bloodless: "There are some small flaws in the plan, but it doesn't matter, he still fell into our trap, but we all underestimated his strength." ”

"The necromancers' hand-picked candidates were easily beheaded right in front of my eyes. ”

If Lu En could be here, he would find out that this middle-aged nobleman who was apprehensive was none other than Ducat, the cursed blood mage who had gone to ambush him.

"Decapitation?"

The noble girl blinked in confusion, "Can you be specific, what spell does he use?"

"I ......"

This is also the question in Ducat's heart, but no matter how much he thinks about it, he really can't think of what kind of spell the other party's terrifying combat awareness and skills come from.

Even, is the other party really casting a spell?

"I can't describe it, but it's clear that our previous inferences about him were completely wrong, that he was no less powerful than any of us, and that he had some unique ...... Combat skills!"

Ducatt thought for a long time before he slowly spoke: "This kind of combat technique is a deadly threat to mages, you pass this news to Hodman, if you meet him, you must keep a safe enough distance, and it is best to let those necromancers be at the front." ”

"You look like a chick who has been scared out of the guts by a falcon!"

The aristocratic girl frowned and looked at Ducat, and said in a cold voice: "It's just a lucky little guy who can scare you like this?"

"There are some things that you will know when you see them. ”

Ducatt did not refute, although in front of Luen, he behaved calmly and even arrogantly, but in his heart, watching Luen break out like a walk among the many undead servants, and then easily cut off the necromancer's head like breaking a branch, he only had the word shock in his heart to describe it.

Because he knew that even if he brought himself in, in the face of such an encirclement, he would also be able to break through, but it would never be as easy as Lu En, let alone counterattack, but in the face of such a situation, Lu En did it.

is also a blood mage, in the eyes of many people, the other party is just a lucky rising star, and he is one of the famous missionaries, but the gap between the two is like an ordinary person facing a mage.

Ducatt admitted that watching Lu En easily kill the necromancer, he did feel a long-lost tremor and fear in his heart, and even the courage to face Lu En was rapidly fading.

Perhaps, we made the wrong decision this time?

He asked himself, with the strength shown by Lu En, coupled with the support of the entire Blood Mage, could he really overthrow the rule of the Necromancer and then establish a dynasty belonging to the Blood Mage?

Ducater sighed and didn't think about it any longer, because everything that should have happened had already happened, and it would be useless to regret it.

Who would have thought that this blood mage who suddenly appeared would have such terrifying strength?

Fortunately, this time the necromancer also paid enough attention to it, and more than double digits of necromancers and their minions formed a huge army, and in the face of this kind of power, even the most powerful mages could only fall.

Ducatt didn't think that Lu En could survive, he just felt that it was a pity, if he knew that Lu En had such strength, then cooperating with him and keeping him alive would be the best in the interests of the blood mage, and it would also be a powerful deterrent for the necromancer.

Even if he is as strong as a blood god, he finally fell under the siege of necromancers, let alone an ordinary blood mage, Lu En's fall is destined to be the same as his rise, shining but fleeting, and finally becoming the object of regret of countless blood mages.

People are always tolerant of the dying, and Ducat's heart has already lined up the stage drama of Lune's rise to fall, but he saw a red one-eyed sparrow fly in from outside, stop on the shoulder of the noble girl, and chirp.

The latter's face immediately turned strange, as if he couldn't believe it, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

"What happened?"

Ducater immediately knew that something big was happening, and hurriedly asked.

"Just now, he took the initiative to attack the necromancer's team!"

The aristocratic girl Mu Ran spoke, for Lu En, their senses are also very complicated, on the one hand, they have never heard of it, even the name is a question mark, and on the other hand, they are touted as the king of blood mages, because among the missionaries, they use [he] instead.

When Lu En is dead, they may be able to recognize the title of Bloodthirsty King, after all, a dead man will not come back to life to fight for power, and he will be blessed with an aura of pathos.

"What, our evacuation of the corpses failed?"

Ducatt was shocked.

"No!"

The aristocratic girl swallowed her saliva and slowly spoke: "Hodman said that he was alone in the attacker!"

"One man, against an army of tens of thousands of undead?"

Ducater suspects that he is having auditory hallucinations or that he is hallucinating due to his injuries.

"Was he moved by my words and decided to die on his own?"

A ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in Ducat's heart, or did this blood mage who rose like a comet really do his best for the future of all blood mages, and chose to burn himself to illuminate others?

Chirp!

At that moment, a red one-eyed finch came out again, and this time it did not fall on the noble girl's shoulder, but swirled around her rapidly, and its cry seemed to be filled with an indescribable panic, and it did not stop for a moment.

"What did Hodman say again?"

Ducatt stepped forward, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart, and gradually spread because of the aristocratic girl's suddenly widening eyes.

"Hodman made us ......"

The aristocratic girl's eyes fell on Ducat's stiffness, and her tone was dry and scary:

"Run, run!"

Her lips trembled slightly, as if through the call of the one-eyed cardinal, she repeated the tone and words of the other person:

"The plan failed, the necromancers couldn't stop him, and those necromancers and their minions were slaughtered!"

"Everyone is on the run, the necromancers are broken, I can't believe what I saw, those necromancers are as fragile as real bones in front of him, easily shattered!"

"He is not a man, nor is he a king of the earth, he is ......"

"God!"