"I don't remember seeing Mr. Mills in the castle before!" After thinking for a moment, Baron Agamand replied in the affirmative. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Yes!" Everyone nodded.

Hearing this answer, Bridget's face was anxious, and when she was at the castle, she patronized and thought about how to deal with the undead outside, but she didn't realize that Jon was gone.

"Maybe Mr. Mills was captured by the undead?" Someone in the crowd whispered.

Everyone knows that this is just to comfort the anxious girl, because these undead will not keep captives at all, and if Jon Mills is captured by them, then there is only one ending.

"No, I'm going to find him!" The girl clenched the two-handed sword in her hand and stood up again, even though the battle had drained her strength.

"Miss Abydis, are you crazy?" Sheriff Duane came out of the crowd: "There are undead in this neighborhood, where are you going to find him, maybe he is already ......"

If it weren't for Baron Agamand pinching Duane hard in the back, he might have said the phrase "he's dead".

"Jon must be waiting for me...... He must be waiting for me to save him......" Tears rolled down the corners of the girl's eyes.

She rushed into the darkness without hesitation.

"Miss Abydis, wait for me!" Baron Agamandel, waving his whip, followed.

It's not because of any gentlemanly demeanor, but the baron knows very well that following this powerful priest is much more likely to survive than staying here and waiting to die.

Seeing the farmers and guards follow one by one, Sheriff Duane sighed.

"The world is crazy!"

Then he picked up his short sword, which was full of gaps, and followed.

……

Jon Mills did not enter the castle.

Because he had a plan, dangerous, but at least a plan.

Well, it's not dangerous at all, but the key is to avoid everyone as much as possible.

When Bridget and the others entered the castle, Jon was hiding behind a nearby farm. With the protection of the gate, the castle will be safe, and Bridget will not be in much danger there for the time being.

The necromancer, named Ibby, was actually deliberately let go by Jon because he felt that he could get some interesting information from the other party's mouth, but he needed to use some shady methods.

"Switch to the second talent!" Jon muttered softly to himself.

Little by little, the power of the Light disappeared from the body, but was replaced by a more soothing power.

"Turn on Shadow Form!"

A dim glow enveloped Jon's body, causing him to melt into the shadows.

These unconscious spirits and skeletons have neither sight nor smell, and can only rely solely on the breath of the living to sense their location. After activating the Shadow Form, Jon can minimize his life breath, which is the best means of concealment.

What's more, these lowest-level scourge minions are almost worthless to Jon in the shadow form, occasionally encountering one or two, and directly summoning the Void tentacles to crush them into pieces silently.

Farm after farm, Jon began to search for the necromancer's whereabouts.

He was sure that since the minions of the Scourge were still wreaking havoc here, the necromancer must still be around and controlling them.

As he passed by a farm, Jon heard the sound of a boiling in the house.

It's like boiling hot water!

Jon frowned, and after bypassing the two skeletons patrolling the doorway, he infiltrated the farm.

Necromancer Jordan Ibby was on the farm, and there was a cauldron in front of him, boiling with a terrifying green liquid, and he seemed to be mixing something.

It's the Plague Cauldron!

This is a sinister plan, if he waits for it to be prepared, and then pours the liquid from this cauldron into the castle, I am afraid that not a single living person inside will survive.

However, he could not continue the plan, and the Void tentacles wrapped directly around the cauldron, and then crumpled it to pieces, and the liquid that had not yet been prepared inside flowed to the ground.

"What!" Ibi the necromancer jumped from his position.

"Is that you?" Looking at Jon standing in the doorway, his face was incredulous.

You must know that at the door, he arranged for many undead and skeletons to patrol back and forth, how could someone quietly pass through the defenses and then sneak here?

But Ibby didn't have time to think anymore, only to see Jon slowly approach, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then look directly into the eyes of the necromancer Ibby.

"Yield to me...... Obey me...... You can't resist ......"

A long voice echoed in the necromancer's mind, and Jon used mind control.

If Ibi is completely turned into an undead, then I am afraid that this control will be of no use to him; It's a pity that he doesn't, now he still has human consciousness, human spirit, and as a low-level necromancer, his spiritual power is much weaker than Jon Mills.

Eventually, a dazed necromancer Ibby fell to her knees in front of Jon without making any loud noise.

"These are your masterpieces?" Jon asked softly.

"Yes, I have already infected most of the peasants on the manor with the plague by providing them with food, but it is only because the master told me to control the plague and not to attack it early, so I have always maintained the balance." The necromancer replied calmly.

"The food you prepared for me and Bridget could also infect us with the plague?"

"Yes, in order to prevent your priest from having a high resistance to the plague, I deliberately doubled the amount."

"Okay, then tell me who your master is?"

"My master is the greatest necromancer, the greatest lich, who will lead us to victory and ultimately let the burning army destroy the world......"

"His name?"

"Kel'thugad!"

Hearing this answer, Jon nodded in satisfaction.