The necromancers in person brandished their bone staffs, and the sharp wails of evil spirits suddenly sounded in the air, and blood flowed from the ears of everyone who heard it, even Diego, who felt the sky spin and his ears buzzing - this was the result of his protection by the remnants of the power of the Holy Light, and as for the soldiers who faced these guys, they fell directly, their heads were dizzy, their limbs were weak, and they looked as if they had been drained of all their strength.

The soldiers had never seen such a vicious and strange curse spell, and some of them couldn't help but show a look of horror, and even the weapons in their hands were a little unstable.

Diego didn't replace the normal magazine that could infuse the Light Energy, as he didn't have any more Light Power in his body to use. Luckily, he wasn't the only one in the team who could use the Light.

"In the name of the Light!" Sensing the demoralization blow of this spell, Brother Samuel raised his hammer aloft with its square head shining silver like the moon, "We ask the Light of mercy to protect us from darkness in our war against evil!" ”

"Hurry up, soldiers! The Light will protect you! He finished praying, and a ring of light spread out from the hammer, shining on the warriors, bathing them in light, and when the cloaked men raised their bone staff again, the soldiers flinched but no one fell.

Corrosion, Dread, Curse of Pain......

The necromancers were not willing to be defeated, and one dark spell after another was unleashed, but the soldiers blessed by the aura were undaunted, because these spells could not harm them.

Immediately after, Samuel rushed out. A gap was opened in the shield wall for him and some of the newcomers who had just awakened to the Light - war is always the best catalyst for courage and strength in people's hearts, and the explosion of Light energy that Diego had done before also helped them truly realize the true meaning of the Light, in fact, this is what the monk brought them out to achieve - Tongguò. The soldiers cheered again. Be inspired by the warm power of the paladin.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the necromancers began to rout. Because their vicious spells can't hurt the paladins shrouded in aura, and in hand-to-hand combat, they can't compete with the holy light warriors who were born to do this. The paladins wielded bright war hammers and smashed their heads like walnuts.

The desperate necromancers began to retreat. But this time, they couldn't slip away anymore. Because of their bishop, the Lich is in the huge tomb behind them, holding their destiny - though they have not yet been promoted to the Lich, and they have no life box. But for Mobent? For Fell, there are ways to control their life and death.

The end of the battle was even a little abrupt, and the undead monsters who had been fiercely resisting a moment ago suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, recovering the appearance they were supposed to be. Obviously, the strong will that had controlled them had left.

Now even the dullest soldier understands what is happening. They shouted and rushed forward, completely drowning the necromancers who had been suppressed~ in the crowd.

Stepping past their corpses, Diego and his party came to the great tomb. It is a small marble niche, more than one person high under a square stone roof. It is a stone staircase that leads to the depths of darkness.

Standing at the entrance, Diego could even feel a chilly wind blowing from inside the tomb.

"What are we going to do?" Rainier said with some trepidation.

"Go down and get rid of the evil!" Brother Samuel affirmed that it would be an unforgivable dereliction of duty for a devout guardian of the Light to see evil and not eradicate it.

"This ......," Rainier groaned with some concern. He looked back and saw the soldiers standing staggeringly, some from injuries and others from sheer fatigue. The battle lasted more than an hour. Almost everyone is exhausted. What's more, the lich that Diego spoke of hasn't shown up yet, so maybe he's holding back some bad water.

"You don't need everybody to go in." Diego spoke from the side, and he looked around. "Monk, Masrae, it's enough to go in with me, Steven, and you command the soldiers outside to clean up the fish."

Diego knew that they were facing a lich in the tomb. In the face of his powerful spells, ordinary soldiers can't help at all, and they will only die in vain. What they need is high-end combat power.

Rainier couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: all these people had come here for a variety of reasons, but they were helping him reclaim his territory to the letter. How could he, the client, back down when he needed to face real danger? His sense of honor and sense of responsibility will not allow him to stay on the surface in peace of mind, watching others fight for his life and die and be indifferent.

"I'll go down too, you need a spearhead!" He demanded a little rudely, and the shame of his previous retreat made his face flush and look like he was drunk. He couldn't wait to correct his mistakes.

"Listen to me, Steven, I'm not being polite to you, the fact now is that this battle requires us to go down there and you need to stay on the ground," Diego said sincerely, glancing at the Night Elves who were still in their bear form, "As for the spearheads, I think Masrae will be up to the task." ”

Reinier wanted to say something, but looking at Diego's determined eyes, he finally followed the latter's advice and remained on the ground somewhat reluctantly, knowing that now was not the right time to express his gratitude.

"May the Light be with you!" He sincerely blessed him.

The group then rushed in. The Great Bear was at the front, Brother Samuel was close behind, and the third was Diego with a death-staring gaze, this time he was loading shotguns, and the big cat Sekikai was at the end, hiding in the shadows, keeping an eye on the safety of the back road.

The group was in a hurry, and Diego guessed that something must have happened under the tomb, otherwise the lich would not suddenly give up control of the undead.

The road turned downward, and the iron rings on both sides were filled with flaming torches, but unlike the orange glow of ordinary torches, these torches were pale flames, which looked cold and devoid of the slightest temperature.

In fact, the Lich doesn't need any lighting, and its Undead Night Eye doesn't need it, the night is their home turf. These torches are for the necromancers who enter here, and they have a need for the living before they die, although their festering and stinky bodies that have been eroded by the shadow energy are not very strong.

"Hey, I said, guys, do you smell anything?" Masrae, who was at the front, said suddenly.

"Forgive me for being sluggish, I can't smell anything but the stench of corpses, and if I did, I don't think I would be able to tell it from such a strong stench." Brother Samuel said solemnly, as if he was really sorry for this.

Masrae didn't answer, for he couldn't tell if the monk was telling a bad joke, he sniffled, and then followed the smell to the wall, and he looked up at the torches. In his sense of smell, that's where the smell comes from.

"Don't touch that, Masrae, if you want to eat well in the future," Diego luckily stopped his recklessness, "those torches are filled with refined corpse oil, which is resistant to burning, but gives off a seay smell of thorny algae. ”

Big Bear was taken aback, to be exact, he was really disgusted. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, throwing a complaining "why didn't you say it sooner" at Diego. I have to say that a big bear makes this kind of expression, which really gives people a feeling of cuteness.

He gathered his curiosity and walked on.

The corridor was empty, there were no corpses everywhere in Raven Ridge, and there were no traps, and before entering, Rainier had explained that there were no such things here, because no one would design such a thing on the passage in and out of a funeral parlor. Of course, it is unknown if there was a setup after the Cursed Sect took over the place, but as far as Diego knew, these necromancers were not good at this.

They walked for about a few minutes. After walking the last flight of stairs down, they came to an empty hall. (To be continued.) )