"Please, it's my heirloom, can you please don't take it away? "Inside the city, a merchant dressed in tattered silk knelt beside the lap of a Theban sergeant, holding an oil painting in his arms and pleading in a stiff Theban language.

"Bring it to me!" the non-commissioned officer gave him a big mouth, snatched the scroll from his hand, and opened it to look at it.

I saw that on the painting, a heroic man wearing a knight's armor and holding a staff, alone in front of thousands of troops, the advanced fireball technique on the casting end of the staff in the painting seemed to explode at any time, the gray-brown sky reflected the blood-red ground, facing thousands of troops, and the man still did not take a step back.

"Fifteen hundred years ago, the Wallaean royal hero Carolen? "The non-commissioned officer is a knowledgeable person, and he can see at a glance that this is an ancient painting. "Put this painting away, go back and sell it with me. ”

He handed the painting to a soldier next to him, and then pulled out his saber with a "bang", the back of the knife provoked the merchant's fat chin, and a hideous smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Cold sweat dripping from the merchant's forehead smashed on the back of the knife, and he swallowed with difficulty.

"Didn't you say it wasn't worth much, when I didn't know what to do?" the non-commissioned officer spat in his face.

The merchant instinctively closed his eyes and tried to reach out to wipe the slimy phlegm off his face, but was restrained by the soldiers on the side.

"How dare you lie to me?ah?!Who gave you the guts?" the non-commissioned officer kicked him in the chest, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Centurion Singh, see what we've found?" the three soldiers walked from the backyard carrying a beautiful girl in a white dress, laughing as they went.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" the girl struggled, thumping the soldier on the shoulder.

"Be quiet!" the soldier threw her to the ground, tugging at her long blond hair and threatening to slap her.

"Stop, don't touch my daughter, I beg you to spare her, I beg you!" the old merchant wept bitterly, and knelt before the soldiers, kowtowing again and again, hoping that they would spare his poor daughter.

"How can you be so rude to a girl?" the non-commissioned officer, known as Centurion Singh, reached out to stop the soldier, put the knife in its scabbard, and then crouched down in front of the girl, holding her chin with his fingers, and lifted her head.

The white and flawless face is now covered with tears, giving people a feeling of pity and pity, which makes people unconsciously give birth to a desire for protection or possessiveness.

"Lovely girl, would you like to be with me?" the non-commissioned officer expressed his love in a jerky Wallian language, but there was no trace of love in his eyes as he stared at the girl, but was full of desire for the girl's body.

"No! I refuse! I am disgusted at the sight of you Theban brutes, and may your mother crawl out of the grave and take you away!" the girl kept scolding, scolding and holding back tears.

Although the soldiers of Thebes did not understand the Volaine language, the word "mother" was common all over the world, and when they heard the word constantly coming out of the girl's mouth, the fool knew that she was really greeting his mother, and they were all angry at the moment.

"Bastard, you stinking!" said Centurion Singh, furious, and raised his right hand and slapped the girl's face, directly slapping her to the ground, half of her face swollen.

"No, Elena, I'm fighting with you brutes!" the old merchant saw that his daughter had been beaten, and he was furious and rushed at Centurion Singh.

"Don't do it!" Singh lifted his leg and kicked the merchant away.

Several soldiers rushed up and held him down, and Singh drew his knife again, placing the old merchant's left hand on the table, and then, amid the old merchant's screams, he raised his knife and cut off three of the old merchant's fingers.

"Father, let my father go! He is in his sixties and cannot stand such a toss. The girl struggled to crawl towards her father, but was picked up by two soldiers halfway through.

"Well, let's not toss him. Singh tossed his knife aside, removed his armor, and smiled wickedly, "Now, let's toss you." ”

"As long as you promise to serve my seventy brothers comfortably, I will spare your father, how about it?" said Singh with a smile as he pinched the face of the young girl, Elena.

"As long as you can spare my father, I, I promise you. The girl lowered her head, her face full of humiliation.

"No, daughter, don't promise them. The old merchant was lying on the ground with his head bleeding, his severed fingers scattered aside, and he said that he was out of breath.

"Did the brothers hear me? she agreed! Now she's yours! Indulge in it! right in front of her father!" Singh laughed wildly, and the faces of the dozens of soldiers around him were filled with madness.

The girl was dragged by several men by the hair to the old merchant's side, and the soldiers began to tear her clothes.

"I'm so ashamed of you, dozens of big men bullying a poor father and daughter. A voice came from behind everyone, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked back.

I saw a strong man with a height of two meters standing there, he was covered in a black cloak, his voice was hoarse, and he was carrying a long cloth bag behind him, which looked like a sword.

"Who are you?" Centurion Singh hurriedly picked up the knife on the table next to him and pointed it at the cloaked man who suddenly appeared.

The other soldiers drew their weapons and pointed them at the man.

"I—I'm him, Carolon. The black-robed man pointed to the hero Carolon in the scroll spread out on the table, but the soldiers, who had long been carried away by anger, did not notice that the finger was a skeletal hand bone.

Carolin has been dead for more than 1,1130 years, and my brothers killed him for me!"

Singh shouted and rushed forward brandishing his saber, and the soldiers also screamed and rushed forward with hammers, knives, and axes, leaving Elena who had escaped.

"Well, why don't you believe? Carolon calmly removed the cloth bag behind her and showed off the Mithril staff.

"Order Force!"

"Tempest, Tempest!"

With two layers of buffs added, Carolon stretched her bone joints and swung her staff at the oncoming Singh.

With a "bang", Singh's skull was shattered directly and he fell to the ground.

Later, Carolon entered the flock like a tiger, and as a mage, his melee combat skills were no weaker than those of a warrior, and he could easily kill a man with every blow of his staff.

In less than two minutes, in addition to the old merchant who fell to the ground and kept moaning, there was also Elena who leaned against the wall and was almost insulted for the rest of her life.

"Holy Light: Healing!"

Carolon looked at the old merchant lying on the ground moaning, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his staff and cast a holy light magic.

"Damn, this disgusting light like excrement. Carolon quickly ripped off a section of his robe stained with holy light, revealing a small section of his hand.

The moment the old merchant on the ground was illuminated by the holy light, the severed finger began to grow back, but in four or five seconds, it grew back again, and even other stubborn diseases in his body were cured.

The old merchant is knowledgeable, "Holy Light Healing" is at least a magic that can only be performed by a fourth-level mage, and the healing speed is so fast, it proves that the other party is at least a fifth-level mage, and the moment his body has just recovered, he pulled Elena who was holding a ketone body aside to prevent it from going away and knelt down in front of Carolen.

"Little Andor Louis thanks Master for coming to the rescue. ”

"Little girl, Elena Louis, thank you Master for coming to her rescue. ”

The voices of the two of them sounded behind them at the same time, but Carolon, who was busy cleaning up the Holy Light, ignored them, and the scene became a little awkward.

"Get up, it's none of your business, just walk away. This warm-up is hot, and he has a holy light, which is really unlucky. Carolon waved her hand and told the father and daughter to hurry up.

"Haven't asked the adults yet?" the old merchant intended to get acquainted.

"Nothing, just an interested lich. Carolon took off her hood, revealing her bare skull.

"Witch Witch Witch...... Lich?!" exclaimed the old merchant, creepy, and just now he was thinking of letting his daughter attract him!

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your souls, just go!" Carolon waved her hand, "Now, it's time for me to perform!"

His outstretched palm burned with turquoise flames.

More than seventy corpses around him tore flesh and blood, struggling to their feet, their skin clinging to their bones, their eyeballs dropping, replaced by pale blue soul fire.

"Go, let your colleagues stand with me and receive the gospel I have given. ”

Carolen's voice echoed through the mansion for a long time, and more than seventy zombies brandished their weapons and rushed towards their former colleagues.

They wouldn't have imagined that Murphy's reinforcements would be undead, and the king of the undead, the Lich!

A small-scale undead catastrophe has begun!