Rumble!

The broken church door was shattered by Orix's kick, and with it the isolation magic attached to it, it also failed. The fluctuations of necromantic energy were no longer blocked, causing the divine energy in his body to frantically issue an early warning.

Paladins rush in.

In the messy vestibule, the ghouls were lying on the pile of corpses, feasting on the many ghouls, and looked up blankly. The high-ranking acolytes who were conducting the necromancy ritual also looked at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.

Oryx took a look.

King Gilney, Jean Greymane, was suspended from the prayer table in magical chains, as if in a coma. A large amount of necromantic energy is surging from the ritual circle on the ground, constantly burrowing into the body of the aging king......

Behind the prayer table, the necromancer, who had been presiding over the magic ritual, was stunned.

"Attack!" With a wave of his hand, Oryx directly raised his weapon and rushed forward.

A terrible indoor battle broke out in vain.

The high-ranking acolytes who reacted immediately ordered the ghouls and resuscitators to come forward to defend themselves against the enemy, and began to weave terrifying necromantic magic themselves.

These high-ranking acolytes were chosen by Kel'thugad to be loyal. Most of them were originally powerful mages who were well versed in arcane methods, and after mastering the knowledge of necromancy, their spellcasting ability became more and more terrifying.

Soon, paladins began to be wounded in the ensuing necromancy. However, the number of undead creatures is still rapidly decreasing, and no matter how powerful the ghouls, they cannot resist the powerful power of the Holy Light.

"Saints...... What a glorious title! ”

The necromancer behind the prayer table lifted his hood, revealing a middle-aged face that was pale and almost devoured. He spread his arms and communicated with the circle at his feet, his eyes fixed on Oryx, his face full of sarcasm.

Massive amounts of necromantic energy flowed down his arms, pouring into the corpse pile in the anterior hall.

Under the influence of necromancy, the corpses floated into the air, building themselves into bone creations, each of which was hugely large, and it was clear that once this spell was completed, what awaited the paladins would be an incomparably formidable enemy.

"I am Frost Frost, the master's Less Frostwhisper, Lord Kel'thugad's most trusted apprentice...... Your Light cannot bring salvation to anyone. The entire Northland will be reduced to a wasteland in the wave of the plague! Resurrection, my slave! ”

Orix forced back the three ghouls in front of him, raised the [Imitation Solarion], and aimed at the necromancer dozens of meters away, and then ran forward and threw the holy spear out directly.

The spear that shot out was like a meteor that pierced the sky, with a sharp sound that pierced the sky, dragging a golden trail, and actually pierced the necromancer's protective necromantic energy in one fell swoop, nailing him to the wall behind the prayer platform.

Frost's eyes widened in disbelief, and he felt that the "vitality" in his body was rapidly draining. Looking down, the golden spear that had pierced through his body turned into a flood of golden light and returned to Orix's hands......

As he slipped helplessly, his mind was full of wonders, how could this weapon easily break through his magical barrier?

Oryx glanced at it and confirmed that the future "Les Frostwhisper" was no longer combative, and continued to fight.

Soon after, Liam, who was long overdue, finally led the Gilneth soldiers into the battle. Under the siege, the remaining members of the Cult of the Damned were killed, those who were captured were captured, and the battle was soon over.

……

"How's my father?"

The crowd gathered around Gene Greymane, who had just been rescued, and Oryx, Bridget, and several priests of Gilneth healed him with divine spells.

Prince Liam couldn't help and was anxious.

After some treatment, Gene Greyman's face was much lighter, and his eyelids were trembling slightly, showing signs of awakening.

Seeing this, Oryx let out a sigh of relief, looked up and said, "The Cursed Sect is trying to turn your father into a tool for them. But we arrived just in time, and the ritual magic did not cause him irreversible damage, so it was enough to recuperate during this time. Go see him, he should wake up soon. ”

Before he could say a word of gratitude, Liam hurriedly knelt beside his father and called softly.

Oryx let the group continue to heal, and got up and walked over to Furster, who had been hit hard by one of his "holy spear throws".

There was a fist-sized blood hole in the chest of this core member of the Cursed Sect. The blood was running out, and even the black heart in the chest cavity that was no longer beating was clearly visible.

This guy's vitality is tenacious enough, and he is still unconsciously muttering something. If you listen closely, it's probably something like "I'm Les Frost" or "My master will give me eternal life."

Aurex shook his head.

It's fanatical.

He really didn't expect that the person he killed would actually be a well-known figure in the original history - the wandering mage Furster Vispar from the kingdom of Stormgard.

In the early days of the Cult of the Damned, Furst was recruited by Kel'thugad to become a slave of the Lich King. After the end of the Third War, he was reincarnated as a lich and sent to the newly formed Psychic Academy to oversee the work.

Since then, his other name has begun to come into people's field of vision - Les Frost.

Although the current Foster is far less powerful than the Lich period, he is also a real high-level epic powerhouse, and there is no problem at all with at least a few hundred rounds of fighting with Oryx.

If he was caught off guard by being pulled away, Aurix knew that he would be defeated by this wandering mage who was proficient in magic and necromancy.

However, the other party's mistake was to underestimate the power of [Imitation Solarion].

This is the Spear of Courage, the incomparably powerful Archangel of Courage in Diablo's worldview......

imitations.

Not to mention the necromantic energy barrier, even during the cataclysm, Deathwing's essentia armor can easily cut a gap out.

"I ...... I am immortal...... If one of me falls, a thousand of me will get up......" As if noticing him standing in front of him, Furst muttered resentfully as his gaze moved up an inch.

Oryx's expression became a little exciting, how did this sound like sacrificing his life?

He leaned down and whispered in Furster's ear, "Have you bound the soul crate?" ”

Furst was stunned.

Oryx shook his head and said, "I don't know if you've heard the phrase 'villains die from talking too much', if you have a next life, I advise you not to talk so much." ”

After glancing at Gene Greymane and making sure that the king's condition was improving, and that there was no sign of being overtaken by the Dreadlord, he gestured to Bridget to the side, and quietly left the cathedral with his men, without alarming anyone.

After the incident, he brushed his clothes and went to hide his name deeply......

It's time to go back.

As he walked out of the cathedral, small golden letters composed of quicksand appeared in front of his eyes.

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Side quest [Save Greymane, Save Gilne!] Done!

Get the quest reward: 150 Time Energy!

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Hmm, what should I buy this time? Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens