Undead creatures of different heights walked out of the closet, and countless negative breaths such as death, darkness, and depression instantly filled the entire dark room, and they were slumped, their dry gray hair was scattered on their cheeks, and their dry corpse-like cheeks were the color of dead ash, and their eyes were dancing with vigorous green fire. [Full text reading.]

A tall undead swordsman in armor roared and rushed towards Adosimoth, his staggering body looking extremely clumsy, but in fact he moved quickly, and the two-handed greatsword in his hand slashed down unceremoniously.

Adosie's pupils contracted, and the sound of the wind told him that the weight of the sword had exceeded the shape he had seen, and that his body did not seem to move, but only shook his shoulders slightly, and narrowly avoided the blow.

"Boom!" came a sound that did not resemble a sword strike, echoing mutterly around them.

That's because the undead warrior didn't slash the blade side towards Adozimath, but flattened the blade and slapped the back of the sword at the latter, and after the exchange with the hard stony ground, the greatsword in his hand trembled violently, but he did not pause, and with a wave of his hands again, he used the greatsword like a heavy weapon such as a hammer axe to smash towards the target.

Atozimad snorted coldly, he didn't even use the dagger, and with a quick move of his feet, when he flashed by the undead warrior's side, his two hands reached out ghostly, and he grabbed the other's head and turned around, making a "click" sound.

All the undead stopped in unison.

Asimador took a step back contemptuously, glancing at the inferior creatures around him with a defiant and overlooking gaze.

All movements of the undead warrior whose neck he had broken seemed to cease, his drooping head hanging limply over his shoulders. But after only a moment, he actually reached out and grabbed his head, and a faint black mist came out of him, wrapped around his neck, and with a "click", he twisted his head back into place, and he shook it from side to side, and turned to Adezemath again, and the green fire in his eyes jumped a few times. and let out a dull chuckle.

The laughter sounded like a mockery in Atozi's ears, and his eyes widened suddenly, for he clearly sensed an energy similar to the fluctuation of fighting qi in the moment he had just now.

What the hell is this thing?

In the battles that he has experienced in his life. There is no shortage of necromancers, but the undead they summon are just a bunch of stiff veneer puppets. As long as you kill the manipulator himself, then these skeletons will disappear together.

Even so, it was only because he disdained these inferior and unconscious puppet warfare. Because in addition to the fact that the zombies are a little more durable, those ordinary skeleton shelves are almost shattered with one blow, unless they encounter the evolutionary high-level skeletons specially refined by the necromancer with spells, but those can also be ignored for him, he is a thief, the dead who walk in the shadows, as long as he is close to the legal profession, those are cattle and sheep that can be slaughtered by him.

It's just that at the moment, these things are not only able to speak, but also obviously not manipulated by others, are they the puppets of the alchemist or the zombies of the magic circle engraved on their bodies?

At this point, he finally knew. Where did those knife and axe marks on the walls come from?

Suddenly, Adosi's eyelids jumped, and he spun around. A silent sword stabbed from behind his back flashed, and the dagger had habitually reached the palm of his hand. Then he sent it into the heart of the sneak attacker, and he kicked out at the same time, kicking the opponent several steps out. This series of movements is coherent and smooth, as if it has been rehearsed countless times in advance, and it should be a model of thieves fighting back.

The sneak attacker was a skinny undead, he was kicked and staggered back a few steps, but he didn't fall, but stood still, and then slowly straightened up, he touched his pierced chest, and his almost skeletal face actually grinned, and the roots of a row of teeth were all exposed, which looked strange and terrifying.

The muscles of Adosimath's face twitched a few times, and he suspected that beneath the body was a shriveled and useless heart.

A wild shout came from the side, and an undead with thick, disproportionate arms rushed up, his hideous face was full of murderous energy, and he was as angry as madness, he didn't use any weapons, but threw a straight punch, and the air suddenly set off a violent wind!

It was discernible from the staggering wind pressure alone, and the force that would have shattered all the bones there if it hit the body.

A cold light shone in Atozimath's eyes, and he took a few steps back, dodging the mighty blow, in the process

He also calmly observed the opponent's fist.

The fist was tied with tattered strips of cloth, and the exposed bones could be faintly seen to be a metallic color.

Metallization?Could it be an advanced undead?Adocimoth frowned, looking at the few undead who pounced on him again, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and his body fell slightly.

Suddenly, he disappeared from the spot.

Escape!

Isolate all perception and tracking.

Leaving behind the undead who had lost their target and spun in circles in the same place, Adozimad quietly moved towards the exit, whatever these things were, he thought it was not appropriate to dwell here at this time, because too many noises would alarm the people outside, and that would only lead to the failure of his assassination plan.

Since there were no treasures in this dark room, there was no need for him to spend his energy on these mysterious things, just waiting for his prey.

He had always been extremely patient, but now he felt a faint sense of unease.

He didn't know where this uneasiness came from, but the experience of life and death over the years told him that nothing would happen for nothing, he thought desperately, unearthing possible omissions, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he stretched out his hand and put it on the opportunity to open the secret door, and his heart suddenly sank.

The door here won't open.

It's locked from the outside.

He hurried to the exit of the passage on the other side, and as he expected, the door was also locked, and suddenly he felt a little wrong.

Was this a trap for him?

Beyond the dark room, there is only a wall separating it. Luo Lan sat back in the place that Atocimo had occupied, and the glow of the sunset penetrated through the long window on the other side of the west, and spread it on the cold wooden table, spreading a deep red color.

Lemmon stood in front of him with his head bowed, his body trembling slightly, his fists clenched tightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"Lemmon, you made the right choice. Luo Lan's eyes were like an unfathomable whirlpool, hiding too many dangers and unknowns, he smiled faintly, and said in the same tone as usual: "Now your brother should enjoy my hospitality inside." ”

Lemon's breath became short, and the scene of a few days ago flashed in his mind, it was on that night when the rain was pouring down and the dark clouds were so gloomy that Adocimo left his room, he ran to Luo Lan without the slightest hesitation and confessed everything, at that time it may have been out of impulse, but now he feels more and more that it was in front of opportunity, in front of fate to make the right choice!

"You know," Luo Lan stood up, came to the young man's side, put his hand on the latter's head, touched the soft and shiny blonde hair, and said in a gentle voice, "From the day you entered the castle, I have been waiting for you to make a choice. ”

Lemon's body trembled, for some reason, he usually hated someone touching his hair the most, but at this moment, there was no resistance in his heart, nor did he have any violent reaction, but it seemed that there was an infinite vitality awakening in his body. The residual fear of Achimador in his heart was like dirt on the mud and rocks washed away by a torrent.

He had the illusion that the owner of that generous palm was not just a lord of a small territory, but a god who ruled his destiny.

Even if not yet, sooner or later it will be in control.

At that moment, his mood was calmer than ever.

The setting sun cast the last trace of brilliance on the statue standing on the table, Luo Lan's voice floated in the room, empty and far away, mixed with a hint of appreciation, and said: "You have ambition, resourcefulness, and scheming, I appreciate you, are you willing to be my disciple?"

Lemon's eyes showed a look of disbelief, and in ecstasy, he fell to his knees and said solemnly: "Teacher, I swear to all the gods that my future life belongs to you!

Luo Lan stared at him deeply, although it was only for a moment, Lemon felt as if ten thousand years had passed, he knew that if there was a moment of hesitation just now, then he would be a cold corpse at this moment.

A hint of a smile slowly spread from the corner of Luo Lan's mouth, he slowly turned around, walked to the window, and said, "You don't need to swear to the gods, you just need to believe in me." ”

"Yes, Mentor. Lemon couldn't help but be shocked, buried his head deeply, and said reverently: "I am your first believer!"