The undead are very evil beings. Unlike the living, except for a very few special beings, most living beings do not have pure evil or goodness, but are mixed.

Humans may think that Warcraft is bloodthirsty, but in fact, it is more of Warcraft's hostility to a powerful race like humans, rather than pure bloodthirstiness. In fact, there are quite a few monsters with very peaceful tempers. For example, unicorns, phoenixes, etc.

The undead, on the other hand, are truly hostile to the living by nature, especially the middle and low-level undead. Except for a very small number of special undead breeds, such as moonlight ghosts and death paladins, the vast majority of ordinary undead will instinctively want to kill the living if they are not controlled. On the contrary, the undead who have reached level seven know a little more about seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, while the undead in the holy realm can communicate with some of them.

There are many terrifying undead, such as the undead formed after the death of the dragon clan from many material planes, they are not too weak, whether it is a bone dragon, a corpse dragon, or even a higher-level ghost dragon and dragon lich, it is possible to reach the existence of the holy realm.

And even in an ordinary undead race, it is possible to give birth to extremely strong people, such as countless ordinary skeletons, it is possible to give birth to a 'Skeleton King' whose whole body strength reaches or even surpasses the diamond level.

However, among the many undead races, the Blood Ghost is also an extremely powerful and terrifying one.

Most of the blood ghosts are formed with very great resentment and killing intent. Generally speaking, if the whole family is killed, but they are easily killed by their own revenge, or the relatives of the country are destroyed, and the resentment is unwilling to the extreme, this level of resentment can form a blood ghost.

Of course, the vast majority of the undead have resentment, and this resentment is naturally formed, and most of them are born out of a desire for life. If there is no trace of resentment, it will form an almost harmless undead such as a moonlight ghost.

The terrifying thing about the Blood Ghost is that the level of their resentment will make their strength improve rapidly, and the weakest Blood Ghost is also level five, but as long as they have enough resentment, they can easily reach level nine.

In order to refine a powerful undead, the necromancer captured a seventh-level warrior, and in order to extinguish his mouth, he killed his family, and his wife, son, and daughter were all killed by the necromancer.

With such unwillingness to resent, such a seventh-level warrior directly turned into a blood ghost under the transformation of undead magic. Even due to strong resentment, the strength has reached the ninth level.

Because the undead are transformed through necromancy, not the undead who enter the underworld after death. Although most of his memories have been lost, the obsession of resentment remains, and he even clearly knows who he hates the most.

But it's not of much use, the undead transformed by the necromancer is naturally forced to accept the necromancer contract, and it is impossible to hurt the necromancer who controls him, even if his own strength has far exceeded it, which is the most fundamental role of the contract.

The Blood Ghost found that as his strength grew, the longer it took for the necromantic magic to summon him

And the opportunity was not long in coming. In one summon, the Blood Ghost deliberately attacked the enemy when the necromancer had already decided to surrender, luring them to attack the necromancer directly, and the necromancer struggled to descend to the physical plane before being seriously injured and dying. And with the howl of the dead, wreak havoc on that enemy.

Although the Blood Ghost, as a summoned undead, has no way to attack the necromancer, it is possible to watch the other party die in pain, and when the time comes, he will tear his soul apart and devour it with his own hands before his soul is taken away by the rules of the underworld.

Of course, before you can fully enjoy your enemy, you also need a delicious snack to fully enjoy.

A giant palm formed by flames fell from the sky, pressing the blood ghost in the palm of his hand, and gently squeezed it, ignoring the blood ghost's frantic counterattack struggle. The Blood Ghost howled in excruciating pain from the terrible heat, struggling to be reduced to ashes by the heat.

A figure appeared next to Wright, who was slumped on the ground, and Cromwell's Holy Magister saw the disciple next to him, and after a little probing, his face changed.

"The soul is wounded, damn it, it was the soul attack of that ghost just now!"

Although he is a Holy Demon Master, and he can rank among the top three in the Holy Domain in terms of soul attack methods, there is no good way to face soul injuries.

The power of the soul covered the entire imperial capital, and a middle-aged man with a neat beard and a black gentleman's costume was detected.

"William, come and help me, I owe you a favor!"

The middle-aged gentleman of the "Cromwell Holy Demon Master" reacted with some shock, although his teacher was one of the two greatest existences in the entire Magnolia Continent, but he had only just advanced to the level of the Holy Domain, and his status was much worse than that of the extreme powerhouse of the ancient Holy Domain, and he could only be regarded as a junior in front of the other party. It's a good thing to make the other party owe a favor.

The Holy Magister faintly emitted a light green glow and disappeared into the tavern, leaving behind a few gold coins. And everyone in the tavern was unaware of this.

"How's it going, William!" This was the third time that Cromwell Holy Magister had asked, and there was a hint of anger on his face, and it was obvious that pinching an ant-like ghost to death would not release his anger!

At this moment, in the imperial palace of the imperial capital, Wright was lying on a large bed, and the Holy Magister William, who practiced life magic, was wiping his sweat and treating Wright.

Life magic is a legacy magic unique to the Magnolia Empire's Temple of Life, lacking strong aggression but possessing the most powerful healing power. Light magic can only heal physical injuries and diseases, while life magic can heal even souls.

"It's not a big deal." Double-examined Wright, and unleashed several corresponding life spells. "After the soul is injured, the spiritual power may decrease slightly, but the consequences will not be too serious, after all, it is the spiritual power of a seventh-level magician."

"However, he may be unconscious for a while, and the soul attack he received is accompanied by some undead power, although I have been cured with life magic, but it is still damaged. Well, he shouldn't have been in a coma for more than a month. ”

"Then thank you to Holy Magister William." Cromwell was quite polite to William, not only for the sake of the other party's background, but also because he treated his own disciples.

"What I should do, Master Cromwell, then I'll go first!" William Holy Magister didn't dare to hold it up, after all, the other party's strength was far beyond his own. Neither of them talked about any remuneration, after all, Cromwell's favor was already extremely expensive.

Knowing that his disciple would be fine, Cromwell Holy Magister also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the slight impairment of mental power? A mediocre magician only looks at spiritual power, and his disciple has already touched the law, and the growth rate of spiritual power by the law of perception is much higher than that of meditation, and no matter how much it doesn't help, it is nothing more than a delay of ten years after becoming a holy magician!

Speaking of his own disciples, he may become a Sacred Domain warrior first.

Since his disciple is fine, then he has to find someone to settle the score!

Ten minutes ago, in a low-key side hall of the Imperial Palace, the first emperor, the sword saint Bill Sistanda, who was respected and worshiped by countless people of the empire, had a melancholy look on his face. After thinking for a while, he summoned his most talented descendant, the second Sanctuary powerhouse of the royal Sistanda family, and gave a few commands, and he disappeared into the palace as if he had turned into a breeze.

Ten minutes later, Cromwell Holy Magister appeared in this side hall, his soul power swept through, and his face was filled with anger.

"Charlie boy, get out of here!" After a while, Charlie Sistanda, the second Sanctuary warrior of the Sistanda family, appeared in front of the Cromwell Holy Magister with a flattering expression.

"Charlie boy, let me ask you, where did your ancestor go?"

"Master Cromwell, the ancestor has just gone out to visit friends!"

"Going out to visit friends? I don't know if the old man wants to trouble him, right? How did your Sistanda family manage the imperial capital, my disciples were actually attacked in the imperial capital, and there were ninth-level undead! ”

Charlie Sistanda said in his heart: "The ancestor ran away not because he was afraid that you would come to find trouble. His face was still full of smiles, "Master Cromwell, I heard Master William say, didn't anything happen to your disciple?" Why be angry! ”

"The key is not whether there is an accident, but the attitude of your Sistanda family, my disciples are all traumatized, don't say anything to your family!"

Charlie Sistanda's face was dripping with a few drops of sweat, this old-timer was really as 'informal' as the old ancestor said, fortunately, the old ancestor had already given a countermeasure.

"A bottle of honey from the 'Soul Eater Bee' can speed up the recovery of soul wounds!"

"Not enough!"

"A count's title, and a territory in the Northland province to divide the county area! However, this will not be given until he has reached the eighth level. ”

"Hehe, after my disciple steps into the eighth level, what you are going to win over is not compensation!"

Charlie Sistanda almost choked, the earl title is indeed worthless, but the actual earl-level territory is not available to every eighth-level magician who graduated from the First School of Magic in Puang, and most of them just get the name of an earl and receive some annuities.

"That's all for the conditions given by the ancestor, at most I will add 80 million gold coins privately!"

"That's pretty much it!" After knocking the Sistanda family hard for his own disciple, Master Cromwell went back to see his other disciple with great satisfaction.

Charlie Sistanda saw that his private vault was almost half empty, and he wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't know if his ancestors would reimburse him.

And Bill, the ancestor of the Sistanda family, flew in mid-air and sneezed violently.

"Luckily, I thought of having little Charlie communicate with that old guy instead of me! Charlie is a junior after all, that old guy should be embarrassed to beat him! Anyway, if I stay, I'm sure I'll be beaten up by him! Charlie has really worked hard for you. ”