Chapter 380: Epic Equipment Debuts (Page 1/1)

Two...... Black Knight!

The crowd of onlookers resounded with a chorus of exclamations.

People who have been active in the black market for a long time will deal with necromancers more or less, and they are naturally no strangers to undead creatures, but they are generally zombies and skeletons, and real high-level undead, such as black knights, corpse demons or something, are indeed rare.

The two black-armored knights riding skeleton horses in front of him are equivalent to mid-level and upper-rank silver shield knights, and with the blessing of the necromancer BUFF, they can even touch the edge of the high-level, which is already more powerful than most of the people present.

It's brutal! Is it necessary to pay so much attention to the night crow catcher on the other side?

On the other hand, this warrior who is still struggling to support is just a high-level warrior to the death, no matter how much he can fight, he only needs a charge from the black knight to disarm and surrender.

Don't forget, the completion of this spell also means that Kovavich himself will have free hands to cast offensive spells to his heart's content.

But before that, just in case, the necromancer still called the newly summoned treasure to his side.

With a simple gesture, two knights covered in rusty black armor and their entire faces covered in steel helmets obediently approached their master.

The black knight, who was already very burly, sat on a skeletal horse and looked even taller, like two towering mountains, and in front of them, Kovavic's thin body looked like a child who had not yet developed.

"Go and fight to your heart's content, my knight! Chop off the heads of the two living and throw them at my feet, but remember, don't hurt the child! ”

The Necromancer's voice was as shriveled as his stature, but it was majestic against the backdrop of two knights on tall horses.

The Black Knight, a high-level undead creature from the underworld, is not like a zombie or skeleton under the staff of an ordinary necromancer, it is an unconscious marionette, these undead creatures who were powerful knights in ancient times were summoned by necromantic magic, they still maintain a certain degree of wisdom, but most of them are used in combat skills, and other aspects are limited to distinguishing between friend and foe.

In order to prevent them from accidentally injuring the child, Kovavich specially called them over to confess, which was more important than anything else, and even a drop of blood from the demonic body of the wind of death would make his heart ache.

The two black knights responded simply, striking the dirt-covered shield with a two-meter-long rusty iron spear, making a neat tapping sound, and then began to jog in the opposite direction, and when they reached the other side of the hall, the skeleton horses under the crotches of the two turned around at the same time, changing from uniform speed to acceleration, and rushed towards the place where the undead were most concentrated, that is, the direction where Amanam Horton was.

The auction hall, which had been flooded before, had long been empty, leaving a twenty or thirty meters wide open space in the middle, although it could not gallop as much as in the wild, but it was enough for the black knight to make a simple charge.

Although there were only two of them, they used the neat and loud sound of horses' hooves to create the majesty of a cavalry.

If it weren't for the glittering Netherworld Blue Fire in their eyes and the skeleton horses with white bones under their crotch, just listening to the sound, the movement they created would almost be comparable to a well-trained Bretonnian cavalry squad!

As he got closer to his goal, Kovavic once again had an eerie smile on his face, but in the next second, the smile on the corner of his mouth completely froze and turned into a terrifying hideousness.

Charge...... Breaking the Formation...... Fight the enemy...... Then turn around and repeat......

A standard cavalry charge, but the problem was that they were attacking the wrong target, how could it be the same kind of people surrounding the enemy?

In the blink of an eye, two consecutive charges opened a gap in the otherwise tight encirclement, nearly a quarter of the zombies were knocked down or killed, and even a grave guard was decapitated and could not get up again.

Kovavich still didn't understand what was wrong, it wasn't the first time he had used the high-level magic of the "Vassal's Gate", but it was definitely the first time he had seen it.

Is it because the crowd is too dense, so you got the wrong target?

No, then why didn't they hesitate to turn back and do it again, no, for the third time!

This is treating other undead creatures as enemies, charging repeatedly!

Kovavich didn't expect this to happen, and he forced himself to calm down, and the necromancer didn't dare to act rashly on the creature he summoned until he figured out the reason.

With a solemn face and eyes closed, he felt the fluctuations of the magical wind in the air through his magic item "Crimson Eye", and soon realized the problem.

One turned around, and there was something unusual behind him.

A female mercenary, no, a female necromancer to be exact, is controlling her Black Knight through the magic props floating in front of her!

Her magic item is a book in appearance, a bit like the "Book of Revenants" used by mid-level mages, but the strange thing is that she doesn't have the slightest fluctuation in mana, and she is dressed more like a mercenary, of course, this is most likely disguised.

"Old bones, this can't hold up? You still want me to save you, shame on you! ”

The female mage's skin is smooth and elastic, not at all shriveled up like a regular necromancer, and her voice is also very nice.

Kovavich finally reacted, and the other party seemed to be in league with the night crow catcher.

In just a few moments, the Black Knight made a third charge, this time with another Grave Guard falling under their horses' hooves, and the Tomb King's pressure was greatly reduced, and he finally had time to look up and observe the situation around him.

Finally, when the reinforcements arrived, and if they didn't come, the name of King Horton of Amanam and a handful of thousands of years old bones would all be confessed here.

Needless to say, at this time, only Brienne, who was incarnated as a Norscan mercenary, came to support, but even the Tomb King didn't expect that it was the Black Knight summoned by the enemy who came to help, and it wasn't until he saw the ancient book floating on Brienne's chest that he guessed a little reason.

After solving the big trouble of the lizardmen, Brienne soon found that her companions and the little girl who had just flickered were in danger, and she wanted to kill the past and do it hard, but she was suddenly embarrassed to find that the wilting necromancer on the other side seemed to be very powerful, and then he saw two black knights who were not easy to mess with at first glance come out of the ground, and they were almost not ready to escape.

She knows the strength of the black knight, plus the grave guards and zombies, such a luxurious lineup, even if she doesn't deal with the lizardmen, this necromancer really doesn't have a big picture at all!

You deserve to die!

Jokes aside, Brienne also knew that hard work was not possible, and she was in a hurry, which made her think of the only piece of equipment she was carrying.

Coincidentally, this epic piece of equipment hadn't been used much before, and now it came in handy.

Activate the magic, "Necro Control"!

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