Looking at this slender, slender, fair-skinned, delicate white bone hand with a finger-to-palm ratio, Alice was shocked, she trembled and pointed at Gados, and stammered, "You... You... You are..."

Gao Duos looked at Alice and said lightly, "Yes, I am a necromancer. ”

Although necromancers are still legal in the continent of Acacia, because of Sandru's relationship, the group of mages of the undead sequence has formed an inherent impression of evil in the hearts of the people. In Alice's mind, necromancers are the embodiment of evil, brutality, and terror. She tried to run away, but after thinking of a question, she stopped running.

If the necromancer is evil, why did Gaudus save me?

"Necromancer... Are they all bad guys? Alice asked cautiously.

Gaudos shook his head and said, "No, not exactly. At least... I'm not a bad person. ”

Alice is no longer afraid, although Gauldos is a necromancer, he saved me, didn't he?

Gaudos is a good man.

The near-perfect hand of white bones cut through the grave, followed by the skull, neck, shoulders, chest... A skeletal skeleton that was not tall, even short, broke free from the shackles of the mound's loess, and she stood in front of Gauldos in the white moonlight.

Joan of Arc, she came back into the world... In the form of an undead.

Alice looked at Joan of Arc and had a thought that even she thought was ridiculous, she actually thought, this skeleton... It's beautiful.

Yes, even Gaudus thought Joan of Arc was beautiful. Her legs are slender, her skeleton is straight and straight, and the length and thickness of each bone are extremely coordinated, and when matched, they are full of statue-like artistic beauty.

When Joan of Arc was alive, she must have been a beauty who captivated the country and the city.

Alice thought so.

Han felt lucky.

In fact, with his [Soul], [Undead] and [Domination] abilities of only lv1, it is difficult to awaken a legendary female swordsman like Joan of Arc. The level of soul ability determines the strength and completeness of the awakened soul, the level of the undead ability determines the strength of the summoned undead, and the level of dominance ability determines the number and quality of summons that can exist at the same time.

Under normal circumstances, at the level of 1 level each of [Soul], [Undead], and [Domination], you can only summon a maximum of 3 Domination Skeletons and maintain their simultaneous existence. And this time to awaken the great hero Joan of Arc can really be said to be a miracle among miracles.

Joan of Arc stared at Gaudus with empty eyes, and Gadoth looked at her as well, and at that moment, Joan of Arc's eyes suddenly burst out with two snow-white soul fires, blazing as bright as stars.

Gaudus found that Joan of Arc's soul was no longer whole, and even half of it had been dispersed. After all, time flies, and no matter how strong a soul is, if it loses its living body, it will be eroded into nothingness little by little under the erosion of time. But to this day, Joan of Arc's broken soul can still be awakened, and even remain in its normal form, which is a testament to the strength of her soul.

Gaudus tried to communicate with Joan of Arc at the soul level, and received a response, telling Joan of Arc what had happened, and hoping for her help.

On the other side, after listening to Gauldos's story, the soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes flickered, and then nodded.

"Follow me."

Gaudus took Joan of Arc and Alice back to the path where the bandits had chased the girl, he crouched down to observe the road, the dark red blood and the bandits' footprints were still faintly visible, and... The direction of this footstep is only forward, not back.

This proves that the 4 mountain bandits who chased Alice have not returned.

Although she succeeded in awakening Joan of Arc, Gaudus was certain that Joan of Arc in her undead form might be less than 1% of what she was alive, or even lower. Therefore, if she only relies on one skeleton, it is really an impossible task to kill thirteen or fourteen bandits.

Gaudos decided to set up an ambush here and kill the four bandits first.

……

"I didn't expect that bantam horse's endurance to be so strong, and after being hit by an arrow, he could still run so far."

"That arrow didn't go in, it was artificially inserted."

"It must be that damn gray-haired kid who lied to us!"

"That's right... Don't let me touch him, or I'll kill him!" ”

Half an hour later, just as Gaudus had predicted, the four bandits followed the same path and returned after a fruitless pursuit.

And most importantly, they ...... Defenseless.

They walked together, and as they passed a tall cedar tree, Joan of Arc, who had been dormant for a long time, fell from a branch and slammed into one of them.

The unlucky man was the only archer among the four bandits, he was relatively thin, and his weapons were only a hunting bow and a bag of birch arrows, and it seemed that he was used to being protected by the bandits, and he didn't even carry a short sword for hand-to-hand combat.

Joan of Arc showed agility that was no match for the skeleton's appearance, falling from a 5-meter-high branch, her hard kneecap striking the back of the archer's neck with precision. Under the heavy blow, the man fainted instantly, and using the cushion of the opponent's fall, Joan of Arc stabilized his body. Then she pulled a birch arrow from the quiver at the archer's waist, pointed it at his eye, and plunged it in!

Burst!

Splattered blood!

Yes!!!

Poignant trombone!

Tormented by severe pain, the archer woke up from his coma, only to see a cloud of blood so thick that it could barely be dissolved. The crimson blood was still spreading, everything in front of him had become blurred, and the only thing that was still clear was the white birch arrow that stood straight, still in some indistinctly withered hand, whirling, twisting, and stirring in his eye sockets.

"Help... Save... I! ”

Joan of Arc stretched out another index finger that was as graceful and slender as an orchid, and reached out to the archer's other intact eye. Slender and beautiful fingertips rubbed gently against the corners of his eyes, as if caressing his lover's face, wiping away the blood for him, so that the other party could see his face clearly.

Just as Joan of Arc had hoped, the blood was pulled away a bit, and the archers saw clearly, and the other man's face ...... A hideous and "beautiful" skull.

I... Are you going to die?

"Put... Put... Pass... I..."

Joan of Arc nodded.

However, in the next second, she poked her finger bones, raised them forward, and then plunged them deep into his eye sockets!

Yes!!

A still poignant but fainter wail rang out. Joan of Arc seemed tired of hearing such a voice, and she let go of her grip on the arrow, covering the man's mouth, and strangled the piercing wail in the other's throat.

Looking at the archer's terrified and twisted face, Joan of Arc curled her fingers into a hook, then pulled back, and with a gush of blood, she gouged out the last remaining eyeball of the archer.

When an archer loses his eyes, he loses all his combat effectiveness. Joan of Arc seemed to understand this, and she stretched out her thumb and middle finger, gently pinched the eyeball in a beautiful and graceful gesture like an orchid, and then stood up. She turned her head, her soul-fire eyes coldly sweeping towards the remaining three.

The wind grew stronger, and a dandelion seed flew over on the wind and landed on Joan of Arc's flesh-stained hands.

The stars and the moon were gone, the black clouds covered the sky, and the heavens and the earth became dark.

"Skeletons... Skeleton?! ”

The sudden mutation frightened the three of them, it was not that they had never seen skeletons, they had also dealt with necromancers, but... How could a skeleton have such an art of fighting, such combat effectiveness?

Moreover, they had never seen a skeleton with a fire in its eye socket.

Looking at the three people who were a little at a loss, the soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes became stronger and stronger. In the dark night, these two soul fires were like two ghosts seeking their lives, floating in Joan of Arc's empty eyes, staring coldly at the three poor creatures in front of them.

"Anyway... Kill her! ”

"Oh, she's just a skeleton, kill her!"

"Kill her, quick!"

The three bandits motivated each other and increased their confidence in victory, but none of them dared to take the first step.

Joan of Arc opened her mouth, like a mockery, more like a sigh. She raised her hand, and the soul fire in her eyes reflected her hand, and also illuminated the eyeballs pinched between her fingers.

The eyeballs were vivid, complete, and vivid, the pupils contracted to a point, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, and the eyes were full of fear.

The lifelike eyeballs looked at the three people in front of them like this, telling the tragic fate of the master in his life.

The noisy voices of the mountain bandits suddenly stopped, and they looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

What does she want to do?

Joan of Arc gave the answer, moving her thumb and middle finger as she pinched her eyeballs.

Syllable!

His eyes turned into a puddle of blood, which gradually filled Joan of Arc's palms.

Blood dripped down the palms of the white bones, and the mountain bandits were enraged, and they raised their axes and short swords in their hands, and rushed to Joan of Arc standing under the tall cedar tree with a shout!

Joan of Arc let go of the scarlet-stained blood-colored butcher and picked up the hunting bow at her feet.

The Holy Maiden has always been born in the midst of killing.