Loman's last fireball was a great success, not only pushing the enemy back, but now the flames were burning above the collapsed tent, slightly dispelling the darkness around him, which also made Loman feel a little relieved.

In the silence of the camp, Loman's roar echoed, at this time, he no longer cared about the strength of the enemy, he just wanted to vent his own anger.

In the dark, Aina's skeleton stood up again, at this time, the whole front of her body was charred black, I don't know how many ribs were broken, even the arm, only one was still intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.

Loman could feel a familiar aura from its body, it was the aura that belonged to the corpse witch, even more powerful than the previous Aina, when Aina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.

Looking at Aina's corpse, Loman felt a sense of grief, and had previously talked to him, and the necromancer who wanted to live in seclusion after the battle became an undead creature in the blink of an eye.

"I've heard of your name, 'Necro Witchheart', I've heard of it since I was a regular necromancer, and I didn't expect to see you here."

A deep male voice came from the mouth of the skeleton in front of Loman, with a crackling sound that penetrated as his teeth continued to open and close.

Loman knew that Aina was dead at this time, and it was another necromancer hiding in the shadows who was also responsible for all of this by using the bones that originally belonged to her.

Upon discovering this, Loman immediately calmed down and tried to test it with words: "I don't remember ever offending a powerful being like you. ”

"Offended? No, you didn't offend me, and I didn't come here for you, but I just happened to meet you in the middle of my routine. ”

A deep male voice said this, and at the same time, the skeleton's jawbones were wide open, and it seemed to be showing an exaggerated smile towards Loman in front of him, even though its face was long gone, Loman could still feel it.

"I can't imagine that the 'Corpse Witch's Heart' is so vulnerable, and it is no different from the necromancers I have seen on a daily basis."

The words in his ears sent a chill through Loman's heart, and if what the necromancer said was true, he was in complete trouble.

"Devourer of the Dead......

At this moment, Loman couldn't help but think of the name.

After seeing Aina's tragic situation, Loman also understood the fate of Ammore, who had not appeared, and was afraid that when he left the tent, he would die at the hands of the necromancer.

At this time, Loman had to recognize a fact, that is, he met an extremely terrifying existence, an undead devourer who existed in the dark.

The names of the Devourer of the Dead have become a curse that terrifies the necromancer, and Loman didn't believe in this before, and he couldn't imagine that it had been fulfilled now.

"Honestly, I don't like the name, I prefer to be called Vera, Death Knight Vera."

The necromancer in the dark did not deny the identity of the devourer of the undead, and from his words, Loman received more useful information.

"Death Knight...... A powerful being like you is willing to become a death knight whose life and death are controlled by others? ”

Speaking of this, Loman's expression changed, as if he had thought of something:

"I heard that you have the ability to devour the necromancers, and all the necromancers you meet, including their corpses, have all disappeared from the world and never been seen again, but in my opinion, you should have left those corpses and hidden them in places that other necromancers did not know, so that when the time comes, some kind of rebellion."

In the end, Loman's words were firm, and there seemed to be an unwavering will in them.

"Let me join you. Death knights can't go against the power of the spirit seal, even if they have strong strength, they can't take the initiative to rebel against the necromancers who control them, they must rely on the power of other necromancers, believe me, I can help you in this process, and you don't want to be enslaved as a death knight for a lifetime. ”

"Hahaha......"

Rampant laughter came from the darkness, and in the light of the fire, the bones that belonged to Aina swayed wildly, their jawbones wide open, and between the shaking of their hands and feet, the elongated shadows distorted and deformed, and in the end, its entire jaw fell apart from the skull, and could never be recovered.

Looking at the bones in front of him, Loman felt a little guilty in his heart, but nothing else was anything compared to living.

Loman, who thought that his strength was far inferior to that of the Devourer of the Undead, could only fight from other aspects to win a chance to survive, and to his surprise, he seemed to have made some mistakes in his guess.

"You don't know what a great being I am allegiance to, to be able to become a death knight under his command is a gift from heaven, I will use the greatest merit to repay my new master, this battle is my opportunity."

The laughter died down, and in the darkness, a figure slowly walked out, obscured by a wide hood, and Loman couldn't see his face.

When the unknown enemy revealed his form, the fear in Loman's heart did not diminish in the slightest, so he had to move his body closer to the corpse witch behind him, trying to seek refuge from the undead creatures, even if the strength of the devourer of the undead was strong, it would take a lot of means to deal with these corpse witches.

"However, you are right about one thing, I don't have the ability to devour the corpse witches, and those corpse witches are indeed hidden by me."

The flames burning above the tent were completely extinguished at this moment, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, except for the fireball in Loman's hand, which was still emitting a faint light.

"I want to surprise the elves of Erie, a gift that will never be forgotten, so I need the Corpse Witch, lots and lots of Corpse Witches."

"Now, 'Corpse Witch Heart', it's time to give me the Corpse Witch you have, and take you with you, and become a Corpse Witch to join me."

The wind swept by, and the fireball in Loman's hand immediately shattered, and the field fell into a deep darkness, and there was no longer a trace of light.

Loman was shocked, and had just rekindled the fireball, but he saw an extremely unfamiliar face in front of him, and he could almost feel the cold breath on that person.

Before he could cast a spell to escape, Loman's neck was immediately stuck by a cold hand, and the cloud of death rushed into his body, and the flesh was immediately peeled off, destroying all the organs in his body in an instant.

Breathing stopped, consciousness blurred, unable to maintain the guidance of the spell, and the fireball that Loman failed to throw in his hand slowly dissipated, and the camp was plunged into deep darkness.