"Marcus, what did the head of the regiment tell you?" A veteran mercenary with prestige shouted to Marcus, who was holding Stilwell and crying...... Seeing that he was still crying, he kicked Marcus angrily and shouted, "Now is not the time to cry, a necromancer is nearby." We're not just going to avenge the leader, we're going to get the damn necromancer out for our lives.

I've long thought it's weird that I haven't encountered the undead all the way, did the head of the regiment find something? ”

Marcus got up from the ground, and he lifted his hood to reveal his appearance. His face was very pale and he looked sick all the time...... If it weren't for the fact that Captain Stilwell took pity on him, and because he was still a crappy mage, the mercenaries would have driven this bounty out of the mercenary group long ago.

In the mercenary industry, a low-level mage has a lower status than a good gunner.

Marcus also behaved as usual, submissive and extremely timid, without any irritation after being kicked. He recounted in a voice of great sorrow: "The regimental commander told me that he could not meet the undead in the Desert of Death, which was a strange thing he had never encountered. He had just finished his tour of the camp, and there were more undead wandering around us than at night, but the routes they walked were deliberately avoiding the direction of the camp.

There seems to be some force that keeps them from coming closer here.

Control the Undead ...... Only a necromancer can do it. And this necromancer is in this camp, even among us......

The head of the regiment already had a suspicious person, and asked me to find evidence that she was a necromancer when this person unleashed necromancer. ”

When Marcus recounts his "conversation" with Stilwell, he uses the "she" that refers specifically to women, and it is instantaneous...... More than two dozen rifles were aimed at Jessica, the only woman in the expedition, at the same time. Pulling the bolt, loading the bullet, and aiming in one go, showing the excellent combat quality of the mercenaries.

The situation changed so quickly that Jessica, who listened carefully to Marcus's story, did not react, so she had to slowly raise her hands and let go of the magic wand on the beach, and then argued for herself: "I swear, I didn't kill Stilwell...... I was with Sir Charles when Head Stilwell was attacked, and he could prove my innocence. ”

Several guns turned to Sir Charles, and Sir had no choice but to raise his hand, and he said, "I can prove Jessica's innocence, she is definitely not a necromancer, and she did not kill Stilwell." ”

But the mercenaries held their guns steady.

The mercenaries who had just kicked Marcus had a high reputation among the mercenary groups, and he took over command of the mercenaries after Stilwell's death. He held a gun in both hands, one at Jessica and the other at Sir Charles.

"Jazz...... Because of your relationship with this suspect, your testimony is not accepted by us. We are all mercenaries who make money with our lives in the Desert of Death, and no one knows this place better than we do.

It may be our luck that the team hasn't encountered the undead, but the chances of having a necromancer in the team are definitely better.

I had seen Captain Stilwell and Miss Jessica have an unpleasant conversation during the day, and then he was killed by necromancy at night.

Miss Jessica is a magician again......

We have reason to believe...... She practiced necromancy that was spurned by the world......"

Sir Charles argued: "Jessica is not the only magician in this team, I am also a magician, and you have one in your team. ”

"Hahaha......" the mercenary smiled, "Yes, we also have a magician, Marcus...... His only role in the team was to use his pathetic magic to squeeze out a little light and light up the pit for me when I went out to at night. ”

The mercenary leader's words caused the mercenaries to laugh. However, they thought of the new death of the regimental commander and the necromancer in front of them, so they immediately refocused their attention on Jessica and Sir Charles.

Fortunately...... Before more people were killed by the necromancer, they found the killer...... Now with a command, they immediately pull the trigger......

Marcus, who was peeping at the secret medicine, was eager to get the kettle on Jessica's waist, and he jumped out and defended himself emotionally: "The regimental commander took me in and took care of me...... I will not kill him, and I will not have the strength to kill him. Both of you are abominable necromancers...... You didn't come to the Death Desert to explore ancient ruins, you tricked us into coming here to kill us and do terrible experiments on necromancy.

It must be so!

Hurry up and shoot and kill them...... Don't let them stall, or they will summon the undead to surround us.

Siege ......"

Marcus's words came to an abrupt halt at this point.

Everyone stood motionless and did not say a word...... Only the eyes rolled in panic, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

The moonlit night was quiet, the wind blew through the hills, and the bonfire that was still burning "crackled" and sparked.

Jessica's body stiffened. She didn't have any magic, but she, like all mercenaries, didn't dare to make any moves, because ...... At some point, they were surrounded by undead spirits.

Stilwell's death had drawn everyone here, and by the time the mercenaries had focused on Jessica, the "necromancer", the undead had surrounded them.

The skeleton and the rotting walking corpse approached very strangely quietly, and under the cover of the fog and night, they approached the front of the camp, and then stood in a daze. They were motionless like sculptures, and the ranks stretched into the mist of the night. No one knew how many undead there were, their brains were already blank, for fear that a single voice would stimulate these undead to besiege them.

Fortunately, the spirits were just standing there, at the edge of the camp, neither advancing nor retreating.

The picture is unusually weird.

"Miss Jessica......" The mercenary's head kept his gun in a position of aim, and he lowered his voice and said, "It's better to do this...... If you let us go, we will let you go. We'll keep it a secret for you...... What do you think! ”

Jessica also scolded in a low voice, "You idiot, do you still think I'm a necromancer? I have the power to summon so many undead, will you still have a gun pointed at my head now?

Put the gun down...... No, no, no, keep aiming at me, and if the undead are going to kill me, be accurate. ”

The mercenary head didn't know if his gun should continue to be pointed at Jessica.

At this moment, a terrifying roar sounded in the sky, and then a huge black shadow fell heavily on the sand. The ground shook, and skeletons and carrion were crushed to pieces. There was another roar, and the shadow stood, spreading its wings, revealing its transcendent form, and stomping on its mighty limbs as it stamped the humble undead at its feet towards the infighting expedition.

The expedition members finally saw what this terrifying creature was.

A dragon.

This is not a living dragon, to be exact. He had the skeleton of a giant dragon, covered in an armor-like substance, making it look even stronger and more powerful than the legendary undead transcendent bone dragon.