"What a pleasing battle!" The necromancer complimented in an aria tone.

If it weren't for the thick wooden floor of the central auditorium of the central church, which was full of white broken bones and mottled bloodstains, if it weren't for the gloomy and pale aura in the auditorium, which was still thick and thick, and because of the battle, the smell of blood gradually diffused.

Listening to the tone of the necromancer, Wu Qi suddenly felt that those noble and reserved nobles enjoyed a wonderful drama in the theater, and Rao is nobleman's city and knowledge, and he couldn't help but praise it.

The necromancer admired the expressions of everyone under the throne with satisfaction, and said slowly, "What a group of well-trained mercenaries!" If you teach your superiors that you will die at the hands of the great necromancer because of greed and ignorance, you will have an expression on your face. As he spoke, the necromancer looked regretful, as if he sighed that he couldn't see that wonderful expression.

The drunkard frowned, and the feeling that something was wrong returned to his heart, lingering. He raised his head and glanced at Wu Qi, and he also read this strangeness in Wu Qi's eyes.

"Immovable as a mountain, up!" The drunkard commanded. This necromancer talks a little too much······

The necromancer watched as everyone in the World Studio rushed up again, and as before, he shook his head and sighed, "What an ignorant and fearless group of humans! ”

"Do you really think those were the abilities of necromancers? That's just the opening dessert! ”

"Forget it, even if you don't know whether you live or die, let you see the real power of death······

Burning Hands!

Before the words fell, a crimson flame condensed into a hand, and quickly appeared in front of the necromancer, and before his necromancer could react, the burning hand passed through the necromancer's body and struck on the throne, and the blazing flames burned black marks on the throne.

Well? Can't hit?

"That's not right! Necromancers are fake! ”

The drunkard first asked in confusion, and the strange feeling before reappeared in his heart, and a bright light flashed in his mind, and everything suddenly became clear. The drunkard blurted out.

Fake?

The rest of the people looked in a trance, just now the necromancer did release his magic and summoned a dense white bone skeleton, that gloomy feeling has always shrouded everyone's hearts, how can it be fake?

At this time, the necromancer's body was illusory for a while, and the necromancer Karl? Hindrei looked confused.

"How?" The scene that happened to him in front of him made Hindrie suddenly startled, and he seemed to be a little unable to recognize this shell where his soul had lived for nearly a thousand years. His mind was a mess.

Suddenly, as if a new memory, as if it had long been hidden in the depths of his memory, all kinds of things came to his mind, and the ups and downs of thousands of years of blood-colored monastery and facts appeared in his memory.

"Original······ It turned out ······" The necromancer muttered to himself, "It turns out that I have died of my wounds in the Scarlet Abbey. ”

"But! So why? As the necromancer's mood fluctuated, his gradually illusory form began to fluctuate, and he slowly ceased to belong to this world.

The people in the World Studio seemed to understand what was going on, and they were silent, quietly watching the necromancer's final situation.

The necromancer was stunned for a moment, his facial expression was tyrannical, broken, confused, relieved, all kinds of changes, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses. At this time, his figure was so illusory that he could not see it clearly.

He, Carl? Hindrei muttered to himself,

"Your Excellency, the God of Death and Darkness, has you really abandoned us······"

After speaking, the illusory figure was completely blurred, gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

"Whew! I see. After figuring out the Guan Pulse during the period, the drunkard slowly let out a sigh, he glanced at Wu Qi in surprise, he didn't expect Jin Song to be so decisive, and a magic shot broke the deadlock.

It's just that curiosity is curiosity, and now is not the time to ask about this, and the drunkard will restrain the confusion in his heart.

The wooden chest next to the throne was quietly placed there, and inside was the goal of their trip, the parchment scroll of the Scarlet Abbey Mysine, the items required by their guild to establish a mission.

The drunkard slowly walked forward along the stairs, getting closer and closer to the wooden box, and the rest of the eyes were focused on the drunkard, and their hearts couldn't help but jump.

Suddenly, a figure sped past the drunkard, and he stopped in front of the wooden box, slowly opening it.

"There are thieves!" Someone shouted out in a hurry, it was the remnants of the thieves in the other studios! It's been hidden until now!

Burning Hands!

In the next moment, a crimson flame quickly formed, freezing the thief's figure, and he was opening the box, preparing to remove the contents of the box.

Charge! Flame Slash! Slash!

The drunkard charged forward, the flame slash and slash stirred up a violent momentum, and the two-handed sword caused high damage to the thief, and the thief fell to the ground when his blood bottomed out.

"Flashbang!" Wu Qi commanded.

Without Wu Qi's command, clairvoyance, blind and others raised their longbows and shot them into the air one by one, and suddenly released ten thousand rays of light, shining the location of the drunkard clearly-around the drunkard, nearly ten thieves rushed towards him!

"Thief, go up and help!"

"Archer, ice arrows slow down! Mage Attack! The priest is ready to heal the drunkard! ”

Wu Qi commanded in an orderly manner. It's just that ten thieves, under his command of a big fuss, can easily eliminate them all.

The drunkard opened the chest and took out a roll of parchment from it, which was the target.

The moment the drunkard took out the parchment roll, everyone in the world studio cheered, even Wu Qi and the others from Yan Zhaotang also showed a hearty smile.

The task lasted for so long, one ring after another, and finally it was considered to be thrilling and dangerous, and it was worth walking, and finally the task was successful.

At this time, the usually calm drunkard could not help but smile happily, and he threw the sheepskin roll into his backpack and was about to leave.

Suddenly, he noticed a reddish magical glow flowing from the chest.

Something else?

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and then took out another scroll of skill in the wooden box, and a scroll of skill scrolls was taken out of the wooden box.

The scroll was fiery red, and the magic inscriptions were all over the body, and between breaths, the scroll shimmered with a pale red magical light, showing the extraordinaryness of this skill scroll.

The drunkard looked at it curiously, and the attributes of the skill scroll suddenly appeared in front of him.

His face changed dramatically.

"!"