The old soldiers' movements made Akmund see it, and he manipulated the corpse's mouth and smiled, but the corpse of the corpse was really tattered, and just like that, the corners of his mouth ripped down along his chin and a piece of rotten flesh was torn open, revealing the white bones stained with rotten liquid inside, which looked very disgusting.

Akmund stretched out his right hand, the palm covered his chin, the blue light flashed, and a white cold air floated out from under the palm, dissipating in front of him, and then put his right hand down, revealing a chin covered with a layer of ice shell underneath, and still said in that very strange tone: "I'm sorry, I still scared you." ”

"I'm sorry, but there are really no other chairs here, can you please talk to me?" Akmund said.

Akmund has been talking to them smoothly since Roy entered here, and seems to be completely sensible, although his voice is a little strange, but he can hear that his spirit is very stable, and he is not like those real dead spirits with the madness of not being able to communicate with ordinary people.

This situation made Roy very puzzled, and he kept staring back and forth at Akmund with a frown, wanting to find in the current Akmund the kind of hysterical madness that he remembered because of the intrusion of a living person.

In the face of Roy's inquiring eyes, Akmund pretended not to see, and said to himself, from when he was a child, he was called a little genius with enough wisdom by everyone, longing to become a hero and revitalize the originally declining family, and then to the fact that he found that he had no talent, and when the house was in tatters and the servants were scattered, Akmund slowly told his life in front of everyone.

Roy seemed to think of something, did not stop Akmund's narration, but stood aside and listened carefully, the soldiers around him saw that Roy did not react, so they did not move, but the spear kept holding tightly, after all, a dead corpse wearing a crown in front of him sat on a chair, constantly telling them about the life of this dead corpse, it was really strange, and he didn't dare to let go of his mind.

The soul of intelligent beings is a very magical composition, which has its own wisdom, thinking, memory and emotion, and normal people will enter the soul hearth after death, where the special flame will burn these things in the soul, leaving the purest soul source, returning to the real world, falling into the body of new life, and the combination of spirit and body gives birth to a new intelligent life.

When a sapient creature dies, if it has strong mood swings at the time of death, the power of this emotion will cause the soul to break away from the attraction of the soul hearth and transform into a new undead spirit on the Glacier of the Dead.

In fact, Akmund can also be regarded as one of the necromancers: the artifact spirit, which is an undead spirit attached to objects, but because Akmund is an automatic necromancer, he escaped the attraction of the soul fireplace by using special methods, so that his wisdom and emotions have all been retained until now, and Akmund can be regarded as a person who does not need to eat or drink, and does not have any physical needs, and has stayed in the dark underground where there are no other creatures until now.

Human beings are social creatures who need to be relied on spiritually by other kinds, and it is a miracle that Akmund has been able to endure the horror of loneliness, silence, darkness, and the disgusting feeling of the carrion of the dead being torn away by hiding in the ground, relying on a strong belief in the study of magic, and enduring loneliness, silence, darkness, and the disgusting feeling of the carrion of the dead.

Roy suspects that the irrational madman-like necromancer that the players encounter in the game will finally collapse Akmund in this silent darkness.

At this time, seeing that Akmund kept talking about himself like a chatterbox, and Roy did not bother, this was probably the most relaxed period of time since Akmund turned into a necromancy.

With a click of his mouth, there was a slight crunch sound under the impact of the ice, Akmund still maintained some of the habits of when he was alive, seeing that Roy listened to him very carefully, a slightly terrifying smile appeared on his face, and said to Roy: "I haven't seen the outside world for a long time, and the ambition that once suppressed my inner desire was completed this morning. ”

As he spoke, Akmund stretched out his right hand, starting from his arm, a wave of extremely cold energy flowed down his arm directly to his palm, condensing into a dandelion-like ice pompom flower above his palm, and the same ice flower appeared above a soldier's head at the same time.

It was the spell Frost Nova that Akmund had researched.

Roy's complexion changed rapidly, Akmund's frost nova, when he pinched and exploded the ice flower in his hand, the ice flower on the enemy's head would shatter together, turning into an extremely cold freezing gas that froze everyone within a range of twenty meters into ice, this kind of ice did not do much damage to the recipient, but the effect of control was extremely amazing, even the fire mage who was the opposite of the power of ice, when he was hit by a frost nova of the same level, it would take nearly a second to break through the ice, during this time, Akmund have the quality to bring attrition to their team.

Seeing Roy's complexion change, Akmund smiled, waved his hand to disperse the spell effect of Frost Nova, and said: "My greatest wish has finally been fulfilled in the long time that I have turned into an undead, just like the weight of the original burden has suddenly been lifted, this empty feeling with fear, loneliness and other negative emotions has been surging in my soul, trying to make me a real undead, fortunately you are here."

Just when I needed people the most, you came.

I should confess my sins, I used plague potions to kill some civilians to get better corpses to support my research on magic, and I have robbed corpses in other cemeteries to drive corpses to my use......

So, kill me! For the sake of those civilians who died in vain, and for the sake of those innocent and blasphemous deceased, I will never resist a bit!

Also, I beg you, the notes on the table over there are all my research materials on Frost Nova, please help me pass it on to the right mage, I hope my research can spread and bring more inspiration to other mages. ”

Akmund reached out and pointed to the pile of bound manuscripts on the table next to him, and said in a pleading tone.

Seeing Roy nodded, Akmund breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person was relieved, and said to Roy: "Then please help me get rid of it, my soul is in the jujube wood crown on my head, as long as this crown is cut down or impacted with energy spells, my soul can be annihilated." ”

Akmund said calmly, as if it were a light-hearted conversation about what to eat for the evening with Roy.

The golden rune on the back of Roy's hand spun rapidly, a large amount of holy light power rose from his body, swaying his clothes back and forth, and a golden war spear appeared above Roy's head, and with a thought, this holy light war spear rushed directly to the crown of jujube wood where Akmund was holding with a huge might.

Facing the Holy Light War Spear that attacked in an instant, the eyes of the dead corpse suddenly appeared with a light of wisdom, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the incoming Holy Light War Spear, opening his mouth, and saying in a very satisfied tone: "Father! Akmund didn't disappoint you! I'm still the genius son you see you are! ”