In the dark of night, on the barren land, a bonfire was lit high, illuminating the dead trees around it.

A team of necromancers encamped here, tireless undead creatures, standing on the outskirts of the camp, their hollow eye sockets, always facing the dark forest.

The seemingly vast camp was full of undead creatures, and the number of necromancers was only a handful, all of them gathered in the center of the camp, the largest tent.

The night, which should have been a friendly night for the necromancers, became an enemy they guarded against, and no one knew what kind of creatures existed in the dark forest, whether it was the enemies who had been ambushed or the darkness that consumed everything.

The death sorcerer, following the necromancer's will, patrolled the camp all the time, and the bones on his body clicked regularly.

With the arrival of the necromancer, the animals have long since disappeared, and in the face of the transformation of the Corpse Witch King, any dead living creature cannot escape the end of becoming a corpse witch.

Inside the tent in the center, Loman, who has the title of "Corpse Witch Heart", is looking at an open map and thinking.

Fingertips swiped across the map, from the Green Shade City to the Waterstop City, and then with the winding Millis River, finally stopping at the secluded city, and the not-so-long nails left a pale white mark on the map, while Loman looked thoughtful.

Beside him, there were two necromancers, a man and a woman, whose death energy was not weaker than Loman himself.

As the battle progressed, wave after wave of purges had already taken place within the necromancers, and the weak necromancers were the first to be eaten, and their strength was not enough to control the transformed corpse witches, so they could only add wedding clothes to other necromancers.

In this case, even if there is no more detailed order, in order to avoid death, the necromancer, who has always walked alone, took the initiative to choose to act in a group.

A veteran necromancer like Loman is no exception, and must unite with other necromancers to bring some comfort to his restless mind.

The object that Loman chose to join forces with was naturally a necromancer with similar strength to him. Among necromancers, only those who have the same rank are eligible to communicate on an equal footing.

As the team went deeper and deeper into the territory of Eli, the uneasiness in Loman's heart became stronger and stronger, and looking at the map in front of him, Loman could only let out a deep sigh.

"Are you afraid of death? The heart of the corpse? The energy of death spilling out of your body is not a good sign, and only those who are in despair can do so. ”

A hoarse female voice with a slight accent came from the mouth of a necromancer, not meant to question, but more to state a fact.

"I'm not going to be afraid. Do you know? Before this battle began, I lived a life of transforming other creatures into undead creatures, living with death all day long, while keeping myself from dying, and today it's nothing more than ...... A normal day. ”

In the end, Loman was obviously lacking in qi, and the necromancer on the side also discovered this.

"Come on, these words of yours should be said to those necromancers who have never seen you, and I don't know who was scared by the squirrels, released a series of fireballs, ignited a large area of the forest, and joined forces with you, it was really a wrong decision." The female necromancer rolled her eyes.

"There's a reason for that, okay? You've also heard about the Devourer of the Dead, how do I know it's a squirrel that is causing a stir in the woods, and not some terrifying being? ”

As soon as Loman's words of explanation came out, the tent suddenly fell silent, whether it was the female necromancer who had choked him before, or another necromancer, their faces were serious at this time.

The wind swept by for no reason, the candlelight in the tent flickered, the flames tended to extinguish at any time, cold sweat dripped from the top of Loman's head, and at this time, he also realized what he had said.

"You shouldn't mention that name, Loman, it's a taboo in the jungle, you will bring us doom, and the darkness of horror will consume us." The male necromancer on the side said in a deep voice.

"Oh, come on, that's just a stupid name, and you really believe those rumors?"

The male necromancer was pale, with a clear look of horror in his expression:

"That's not something to explain, Loman. Hundreds of necromancers have died at its hands, and even the corpse witches transformed by necromancers have also dissolved into the darkness and never been seen again. No one knows its identity, and its name has become a curse. If you don't want to kill us, it's best not to mention the name again. ”

"I told you early in the morning that it was false news released by the Erig, and the purpose was to instill fear in our hearts so that we could defuse the offensive, and the so-called 'Devourer of the Dead' is just one of the organizations in Erie. Nothing scares a necromancer who accompanies death, absolutely nothing! ”

The questioning Loman reprimanded loudly, seeking recognition and at the same time, in this way, he felt a little relieved.

"Maybe you don't know, there are already necromancers who collect information from the Thieves Guild at a high price, and it has always been one person, not an organization!" The male necromancer had no intention of arguing with Loman, and whispered these words, "It has a unique ability to devour all the bones of the corpse, if it is Eli's organization, why has no one ever found a skeleton belonging to the corpse?" ”

The female necromancer on the side was reluctant to get involved in the conversation, and it could be seen that she was also wary of the name that Loman had mentioned: "Alright, guys, whatever the actual situation, we better stick to this and wait until the sun dispels the darkness and leads the undead creatures on their way again." Don't mention that name again, Loman. ”

With the female necromancer's mediation, Loman and the pale-faced male necromancer were silent, and they agreed with the female necromancer's remarks.

Looking at Loman on the side, the male necromancer's eyes were not angry, obviously dissatisfied with his previous actions.

"Goo...... Hiccup......"

An elongated grunt came from the male necromancer's abdomen, and at the same time, his face changed for a while, and finally he couldn't resist the discomfort of his body, and walked quickly towards the outside of the tent.

"I'll fix it." After these words, the male necromancer walked out of the warm tent.