"This spell is very practical, and it is very sharp to reconnoiter the enemy, can you teach me." Unas saw that Hunter was happy and immediately asked.

Priests and Paladins are both users of the Light, and many skills have something in common, so I wonder if they can learn skills across classes.

Whitemane did not directly refuse: "The practice of the mind cannot be achieved quickly, if you are willing to start with the basics, I can teach you." ”

"Of course I do." Unas thought to himself that he would agree to come down first, and it wouldn't hurt anyway.

"Okay, I'll teach you sometime, it's time to get down to business," the silver-haired priestess stepped on a brick on the ground and commanded, "Someone is down there, help me move this brick away." ”

Unas crouched down and snapped open the one-meter-square stone slab, and in the smoke and dust, a deep hole appeared in front of him.

"Whose grave is this, is it?" Desecrating the resting place of the martyrs, Whitemane was no lower than he had imagined.

"Don't worry, this is a vacant burial chamber, originally intended for a great nobleman, but for some reason it was not used, and it was transferred to my father's name," Whitemane explained as he groped his way down the stairs of the cave, "Come down quickly, seal the entrance to the cave." ”

The ancients did seem to have a habit of preparing for the aftermath in advance, and Unas nodded, followed into the cave, and re-covered the stone slab.

A white light lit up below, and the head of Whiteman's staff wrapped in a cloud of light, like a searchlight illuminating the narrow staircase.

The air was cloudy, and Unas coughed twice, catching up with Whitemayne by the light, and the two of them descended the stairs to an empty rectangular stone chamber.

"Further down, people are on the third floor." Whitemane turned, the staff in his hand illuminating another downward staircase.

This cave is actually three layers deep, only nobles and the most outstanding warriors can enjoy this kind of underground palace-style tomb, the status is different, the size of the underground palace is also different, there is no doubt that it is a very high-level one.

The second floor was also an empty stone room, but the third floor was different, with a stone coffin in the center of the room.

At Whitemayne's command, the lid of the coffin was removed, and a tightly bound figure lay in the sarcophagus, Unas glanced up and down, and was startled by the pair of towering breasts on the prisoner's body.

This death row prisoner turned out to be a woman, Unas couldn't take his eyes off for a while, binding Paly was very tempting, the rope stretched her chest to a very striking height, but unfortunately her head was covered by a black cloth bag, and she couldn't see what it looked like.

Unas swallowed his throat a little dry, and asked, "What crime did she commit?" ”

"Summoning demons, killing colleagues, and dying ten times is not enough to atone for her sins, you don't have to have any psychological burden." Whitemane's voice was cold, and there seemed to be infinite anger in his eyes as he stared at Unas.

A woman's jealousy is so terrifying! She must have seen her beautiful Mimi.

Unas was like being poured a bucket of cold water, and the little thoughts that rose in his heart were immediately dispelled, and he touched his chilling heart, if the demon here was discovered, he would die.

At this time, he couldn't be weak-hearted, and he immediately pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "This kind of heinous criminal should be publicly punished by capital punishment." ”

"It is true, but her identity is special and inconvenient to make public, and her arrest and trial are carried out in secret."

These words ignited Unas's curiosity: "What special identity does she have?" ”

"Let's get down to business first, and I'll explain it to you later."

Whitemane was well prepared, and she took out a bunch of medical equipment such as knives, bandages, needles and threads from her small bag.

"Cut open her trachea first, wait for the blood to block the trachea, and then stitch up the outside wound, and she will suffocate in less than two minutes," Whitemane's half of the doctor turned into a killer, "This is the way to cause minimal damage to her body, and maybe reduce the spell resistance she gains." ”

Spell resistance is like immunity, and a person who has had smallpox once will not get it again for the rest of their lives, because antibodies to smallpox have already been produced in the body.

The same goes for spell resistance, if a person is hit by 10,000 large fireballs in a row and still doesn't die, then his fire resistance may rise to the point of fire immunity in that instant.

The resurrected object will also resist the resurrection, so it is impossible to resurrect the same person indefinitely, maybe the second time or maybe the hundredth time the human body will naturally resist this spell.

"Why are you so troublesome, you don't want to cause damage to her body, just make a cloth to cover your mouth and nose and suffocate to death."

"Doing that without a wound may not be conducive to my feeling of this spell, what do you think about this problem?" Regarding the resurrection, Whitemayne rarely asked Unas for his opinion.

"Do it your way." The two people Unas saved were badly injured, and he didn't know what the difference would be without them.

Whitemane nodded and began to move, she picked up the knife and began to cut her throat like a surgeon.

The operation was perfect, with only a little blood coming out, during which the body of the condemned prisoner instinctively spasmed a few times, and soon suffocated to death in a coma.

"Let's get started." Whitemane urged, looking impatient.

Unas raised his hands and silently chanted "Redemption", and golden light shot from his palms towards the body of the death row inmate, and the small wound in the throat of the death row inmate healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whitemane first looked closely, then placed his hand on the body of the condemned prisoner, closing his eyes to feel the veins of the flow of light.

As the spell drew to a close, she raised a hand and whispered, "Don't move." ”

I saw her eyes squint slightly, and slowly put her hand gently on the back of Unas's hand, this action did not interrupt the spell casting, she breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and continued to feel the flow of divine energy.

The light dissipated, the spell was completed, and the two remained motionless, Whitemane did not move, and Unas did not dare to move.

The silver-haired stunner's soft little hand was on the back of her hand, and there was a tingling sensation, and then looking at her little face with her eyes closed as if she was sleeping, Unas couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Sure enough, beauty is justice, even if she coldly killed a person with a scalpel just now, it seems that she can be forgiven, Unas is so undisciplined as a stubborn member of the Appearance Association.

Whitemane felt the afterglow of the spell, and the two of them stood in a spell-casting position for a few moments before the silver-haired prosecutor let out a satisfied breath and opened his eyes.

Unas, who was looking at her stupidly, was about to float away his eyes, but what greeted him was not the imaginary disgust and contempt, but the bright smile of an angel.

"You succeeded?" Unas certainly didn't believe the smile was on him alone, and Whitemane seemed to have paid off.

"Not yet, but I know the basics of the spell in general," Whitemane smiled, "Just a few more times, maybe I'll be able to learn the resurrection!" ”