With the departure of the male necromancer, the tent fell silent for a moment, and Loman's attention was once again focused on the map in front of him, but he could hear the female necromancer on the side teasing:

"Poor Anmore, he must have had a bad stomach, and I told him not to eat the meat that belongs to the Witch, but he apparently did not heed my advice."

Loman shook his head and didn't say much, instead continuing to look at the map in front of him.

Seeing that the two of them were about to be cold again, the female necromancer took the initiative to ask, "If this battle ends smoothly and the necromancer wins the final victory, what are your plans?" ”

"Me?" By the light of the fire, which was still bright, Loman looked at the female necromancer.

Under the black and red hood, there is a face full of defects, the left eye socket is covered with blue and purple blood vessels, and the skin below is wrinkled and inactive, but from the still delicate right side of the face, it is not difficult to see what kind of appearance she once had.

Loman himself was no better, the skin around his mouth was rotting, and his horrific teeth were constantly exposed to the air. The traces of the erosion of death energy are deep in them, and this is the path that all senior necromancers must follow.

"I want to go to Deya, to study at the best necromancer academy, to find a way to become a lich, and the harvest of this battle is enough for me to consume for a long time, and if it goes well, it won't be long before I can perform the final ritual...... Endless Long Night Ritual. ”

Becoming a true lich is the pursuit of every necromancer, and Loman's answer makes it impossible to find any problems.

"Lich...... To become a lich, you don't just need knowledge of spells, you have to have unique potential. I don't have that potential, and to get to this point is already my limit. ”

"What about you? You've said you're tired of life as a necromancer and want to find a place to live in seclusion. Staying in Vilning is not a good choice. ”

Loman asked seemingly casually, but his gaze remained at the person beside him.

"I know ...... too," the female necromancer sighed, "I will stay in the Erie, as you know, when the battle is over, the land that once belonged to Eri will be occupied by the necromancers." ”

In the camp, there was a sudden strong wind, and the entire tent swayed incessantly, and the candlelight flickered, and it was possible to extinguish it at any time.

Loman couldn't care about this, his eyes were always fixed on the female necromancer in front of him.

As the words spoke, she showed a smile of expectation, and the smile on the intact half of her face was so bright, the kind of smile that should not belong to the necromancer, which deeply attracted Loman's attention, and for a while, Loman completely ignored the flaws of half of her face.

"If possible, I would like to choose a dense forest in the territory of Eli that has not been eroded by necromancers, establish my own pasture, and find a man to see the past. I don't know if my current body is still capable of having children. ”

The smile on the female necromancer's face had not yet disappeared, and suddenly, the candles in the tent were all extinguished at this moment.

In the darkness, with the sound of wood breaking, something smashed down on the head and face.

Realizing the arrival of the crisis, Loman ignored nothing else and immediately teleported outside the tent.

Loman noticed that for some reason, the tent had suddenly collapsed, and the entire camp, with the torches that had been erected, was completely extinguished, and the surroundings were completely darkened.

"Is Ann Mor you? Did you destroy the tent and plunge the whole camp into darkness? If it's you, you'd better be careful, because once I meet you, I'll show you the power of the 'Corpse Witchheart'!" ”

As he roared, Loman ignited a flame in his hand, trying to illuminate the surroundings, but the darkness seemed to have some kind of magical power that could swallow up the light that was emitted, minimizing the range of the fireball.

In the dead darkness, there was no response, only the howling wind, laughing at Loman in front of him.

"Aina, where are you? Get out of the collapsed tent, it looks like something bad is going on in the camp. ”

The panic that he had never felt before came from Loman's heart, and he knew that the more panicked he was at this time, the more he could not solve the problem in front of him, but he could not suppress the emotions in his heart.

It is not easy to overcome the instincts of living beings, and it is easy to say that they have the blessing of will, but if they do not have a strong will, they are often controlled by instinct.

Under the collapsed tent, there was no response, and the instinctive fear made Lomanto's hand holding the fireball tremble faintly, and what was happening in front of him had already exceeded his expectations.

At that moment, there was a noise from beneath the tent, and there were signs of a figure struggling, and Loman hurried closer, and through the glow of the fireball, he found the black-and-red robe that belonged to Aina alone.

After discovering this, Loman hurriedly stepped forward to help, turning over the heavy cloth that had been pressed down, trying to free his body below, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by a cold object.

"Aina?"

What existed under the black and red robes was not the Aina in Loman's impression, although there was no difference under the face, but judging from the cold touch on her hands and a familiar aura of death, Aina had obviously undergone some kind of change.

Under Loman's gaze, the skin on the surface of Aina's body was accompanied by flesh and blood, like a wax figure melting, and it fell off from the top of her body, revealing the white bones inside her body.

The dark goo, along the hand that originally belonged to Aina, stained the black robe on Loman's body, red points of light, surging from its hollow eye sockets, there was no other choice, Loman shot the fireball in his hand, directly hitting Aina's bones.

The strong flames exploded in front of Aina's body, and the skeleton body was instantly torn apart, Loman only felt that his body was light, but his arms were still tightly bound, and when he looked closely, a broken and broken hand bone was still clutching his arm.

Hurriedly tearing open the half of the hand bone, Loman ignited a fireball again, he looked at the scene ahead in horror, Rao is a necromancer like him, this is the first time he has seen this kind of thing.

In the darkness, there was a sudden burst of laughter, mercilessly mocking Loman in front of him, which undoubtedly annoyed him.

Under Loman's order, the corpse witches gathered gave him some psychological comfort, and he roared angrily around: "Who is pretending to be a ghost in the dark, get out of here quickly!" ”