It was late at night, and most of the people in the town were asleep.

Wren circled half out of the town of Dasom, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, to get close to the courtyard that Din Laj had mentioned.

He didn't have to look back, the Voice of Everything heard the footsteps of Din Raj and Paulin, and the two followed.

Soon after, the three of them stood tiptoeing against the wall outside the courtyard, listening to the movement inside.

There were apparently three people within the walls, but there was no verbal communication.

One by one, they carried the boxes out of the wagon, into the room, and soon came out again to carry them, like silent workers.

Wren heard the heartbeat of a fourth man in his ears, and this heartbeat was very faint, beating gently every few seconds, like a dead person, and it was easy to ignore it.

"Necromancer!"

Wren made a judgment in his heart.

Necromancers master necromancy and control undead creatures in battle, however, but they are not necessarily undead creatures per se.

Many people don't know the difference between a dark wizard, a necromancer, and a lich.

The Dark Wizard is to plunder the souls of the intelligent race, strip out the secret elements in it, and make it into a magic seal to integrate it into his own soul to improve his own strength.

This method is brutal and intolerable, but it has nothing to do with necromancers, and dark wizards are not undead creatures.

Dark wizards who go astray will eventually believe in a certain evil god, such as the "Fraudster" Lohi, the "Black Emperor" Banrko, the "Blood God" Hakasnu, the "Calamity Dragon" Tiasis, etc., most of them are the local evil gods of Ehrenus, and have little to do with the abyssal evil gods.

The necromancer, on the other hand, must be a minion of the abyssal god "Lord of the Necromancy".

They pray to the Lord of the Necromancy, are "blessed", or cursed, to be able to incorporate the souls of undead creatures into their souls, and establish a connection with the Abyssal Underworld to master death spells.

This is very similar to the Wizard of All Souls, with only one word difference between the two.

It has always been rumored that the origin of the Wizard of All Souls is actually the Necromancer, because they are so similar, and the Necromancer appeared much earlier than the Wizard of All Souls.

Essentially, the Necromancer is also a wizard specialization that belongs to the Soul Guardian School.

And the dark wizard is generally a school of law seals.

When the Necromancer first started, he was not an undead creature and looked no different from other spellcasters.

Only when they are at the end of their lifespan, or stuck in a bottleneck for many years and cannot be promoted, will the necromancer perform an immortality ritual and transform themselves into a lich.

Lichs are undead creatures that retain their memories and powers, and can never die as long as their life crates are intact.

However, not every Lich is a necromancer, they may have been transformed by other spellcasters to continue their sorcery research during their lifetime.

Necromancers aren't all lichs either, they may be alive.

Right now, the necromancer in this courtyard is a living person, but due to the erosion of the power of death, his body functions are seriously damaged, and he is not far from a corpse, so his heartbeat is so slow and weak.

The contents of the carriage were quickly moved, and the voices inside fell silent.

Wren waited for a few minutes, raised his hand and made a few gestures to Din Laj and Polin, he wanted to go in and kill the other party directly.

Din Raj shook his head repeatedly, thinking that it was too impulsive.

Pauline also disagreed.

Wren didn't want to delay any longer.

If he didn't know that the necromancer was refining poison, he would have waited patiently and returned to the castle to mobilize men to surround the courtyard and capture the enemy alive.

But he couldn't take that risk, the sooner it was resolved, the better, and he didn't want to wait a quarter of an hour.

"You wait outside, I'll go in alone. A silent gesture came from Wren's mouth.

Ding Laji understood, and was immediately depressed.

He didn't understand why this witcher was so impulsive, couldn't he hold back because he hadn't hunted monsters for too long?

Before he could stop him, Wren's figure suddenly disappeared, and then there was a soft noise on the wall, and an invisible figure climbed over the wall and entered.

Stealth, Wren landed gently.

The yard is not large, judging by the layout and the age of the house, it should have been rented out for a long time, and the two-story building has five or six rooms, complete with a kitchen and a stable, and can accommodate a dozen people.

The carriage stopped to the side, and the horses were pulled into the stables.

Wren's eyes scanned to make sure there were no magic guards or traps, and then he walked through the courtyard to the door.

The door was locked and a spell was cast.

Through the crack in the door, Wren heard three breaths behind the door, sat motionless, neither talking nor sleeping, not at all like a normal person, obviously possessed by resentful spirits, and the necromancer ordered them to stay here to guard against the enemy.

The necromancer himself was busy in the next room.

There were a few low roars, mixed with the sound of glassware colliding, and a faint foul smell wafting from the room.

Wren thought about it for a few breaths and decided on a battle strategy.

He stood by the door, picked up a stone and threw it at the corner of the courtyard.

Smack......

The sound of stones falling to the ground was extremely prominent in the quiet night, which immediately alarmed the people inside, and the door was slammed open, and two people rushed out.

One is a ranger who drove a carriage before, and the other is a third-level iron guard.

The two of them rushed past Wren, completely unaware of the fact that anyone was sneaking by the door, vigilantly patrolling the courtyard, but they did not see any enemies, and their eyes were full of doubt.

Wren turned to enter the door, and was confronted by a third possessed spirit.

This is a mid-level berserker, standing there with a great axe in hand.

Wren quietly bypassed the berserker and went behind him, when a hoarse voice sounded in the next room, the tone was cold, and it was barely audible that it was a woman, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation?"

As she spoke, a thin woman in a robe walked out, her appearance was not bad, but her expression was cold, a pair of Danfeng eyes revealed a terrifying gaze, her complexion was pale, and she obviously did not look like a normal person.

Wren's soul eye saw through it, she was a ninth-level necromancer.

The Berserker shook his head, about to reply.

The necromancer's face changed drastically, staring at the berserker's back, shouting, "Get out of here!"

At the same time, waving the bone-like staff in his hand, a bone spur was generated out of thin air, the arm was thick, two meters long, and the front end was sharp and black like a spear, and it shot out with a bang.

The Berserker looked horrified, thinking that the necromancer had suddenly killed him.

Before he could react, there was a poof.

A silver sword pierced through the heart of his chest, blood splattering.

The silver blade burst into flames, spreading throughout the Berserker's body, and an invisible wraith screamed and escaped from the corpse.

Wren's body was revealed.

He grabbed the berserker's corpse and threw it forward, just to block the necromancer's bone spurs, and drew the silver sword from the corpse, the runes on the sword became brighter and brighter, and the flames were blazing, and he quickly swooped down on the necromancer.

The silver sword comes from a legendary witcher known as Gaitan, and it has only one enchantment effect, called "Flame Blade", which consumes physical strength to ignite high-temperature flames.

The Witcher's Silver Sword is made of the alloy "Wecher Mithril", which was originally the nemesis of monsters, and attached to the flame blade will cause more damage to monsters.

"Demon Hunter, you're looking for death. ”

The female necromancer screamed, her voice piercing and filled with the breath of death.

It's a howl of fear.

The sound wave swept over Wren's head, but it had no effect, and there was no pause for even half a second.

Two bone claws burst out of the ground and tried to grab Wren's feet, but they missed.

In an instant, the silver sword had been killed in front of the necromancer, and the flames on the sword reflected a little red light on her pale face.

Burst!

The silver sword stabbed on a substantial "white bone shield", causing a violent concussion.

There was a crack in the shield, but it couldn't be broken with a sword.

Wren frowned.

After all, the longsword is not a warhammer, and it cannot fully exert its own strength advantage, and the necromancer's bone shield is also more tenacious than the protection of ordinary spellcasters.

Before he could swing his second sword, the necromancer's counterattack arrived.

Her staff slammed into the ground, and the power of death exploded beneath her feet, creating a circle of black light visible to the naked eye, centering on herself, pushing everything outward.

Boom!

Wren couldn't avoid it, and the "Nova of Death" hit him, and the whole person was blown out.

A layer of translucent elemental armor emerged, blocking the impact of some spells, and the others adjusted their stance in mid-air, stepping on the wall with their feet, and stomped on the wall with their strength.

With a bang, half of the wall collapsed.

Wren turned around and killed him at a faster speed.

An undead creature more than three meters tall is summoned and blocks its way. It seemed to be pieced together from thousands of bones, pinched into a monstrous monster that barely looked a little humanoid, with a thick beast leg bone on its misshapen claws, which it could use as a war hammer.

Skeletal constructs!

The seemingly incongruous construct, but with swift movements, it swung its warhammer-like leg bones and smashed them down.

Wren castrated and swung his sword to meet him.

The blade's flames flickered, and the hard leg bone was cut in two, and Wren slammed directly into the bone structure, and the huge force knocked the massive monster down, pressing down on the necromancer hiding behind.

The necromancer was stunned for a moment.

The strength of the witcher has never been strong, and the bone structure weighs two or three thousand pounds, and it was actually knocked down.

This caught her off guard, and in order not to be overwhelmed by her own summons, she hurriedly retreated, and the half-used "Corrupt Ray" in her hand was also forced to stop.

However, as soon as he took two steps back, he tripped over a broken table leg under his feet, and suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

Before she could regain her balance, a silver sword that shimmered with flames slashed at the bone shield.

Bang!

There was a bang, the shield didn't break, and a huge force knocked the necromancer to the ground.

She didn't have the movement spell like Flash, and she desperately crawled back, but it was too late.

Wren chased after him, grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands, and stabbed it with all his might!

The flames erupted from the silver sword, and the white bone shield only resisted for less than half a second, and finally it was broken, and the silver sword immediately pierced down, stabbing into the undulating chest of the necromancer.

"Ah......h

The witch screamed in pain.

Wren's silver sword slammed upward, disemboweling her and cutting her head in half, and the screaming came to an abrupt end.