"Huh! Roland's look—what's that? Lyudmila exclaimed in amazement. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Roland followed the prestige, only to see the orc corpses on the ground crawl up one after another, turning into a group of disgusting zombies.

"There's a necromancer around here, transforming the war dead into the undead!" Roland waved his hand and motioned for Lyudmila not to go near the stench of zombies, lest she get rotting corpses.

Lyudmila raised her longbow, but quickly shook her head and gave up her ranged attacks, as normal arrows were not as effective as zombies.

Roland raised his hand and released a holy light, and the zombies illuminated by it immediately ignited a white flame, turning into a puddle of ashes in an instant.

Lyudmila was taken aback when she saw this, "Can you dispel the undead?" ”

Roland shook his head slightly, "The level is not enough, I used the holy healing just now, this is not a long-term solution." ”

"Holy Heal" contains pure positive energy and can cause damage to undead creatures, but Roland's professional level is not high, and Holy Heal can't be used a few times, and he can't deal with too many zombies.

Lyudmila rummaged through her satchel and said loudly: "I still have three bottles of holy water here!" ”

Roland waved his hand to stop her from pouring holy water on the zombies, and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't make much sense to kill all these zombies, we must find the enemy necromancer as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more and more undead creatures on the battlefield, and the holy water should be saved for the critical moment before being used." ”

"Is this what you often say, 'capture the thief and capture the king first'? That's the truth, but the battlefield is so big, where do we go to find that cunning necromancer? Lyudmila scratched at her hair, a little worried.

Roland smiled slightly: "Just follow me, my eyes are good!" ”

He really didn't brag, the "Pupil of Destiny" can see the magic aura, which is equivalent to the eyes have a constant "arcane vision", as long as the necromancer uses spells, he can't escape his eyes.

Silently scanning the battlefield, Roland's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to a hillside in the distance and said loudly: "There!" ”

"Okay, let's go!" Lyudmila urged her horse to follow Roland and gallop away towards the necromancer's hideout.

At this time, a sudden shout came from behind him: "Hey! Human friends, are you going to kill that abominable necromancer? Count me Bloom one! ”

Lyudmila glanced back, only to see a heavily armoured, stocky barrel-like dwarven warrior chasing after him, panting and yelling at them as she ran.

Roland looked back and smiled, "Time is money, my dwarven friend, you can try to catch up on your own." ”

Before the words fell, Pegasus kicked away.

The dwarven warrior watched the two horsemen move farther and farther away, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Damn! You wait for me, don't think that Lao Tzu can't catch up with you if he has short legs! ”

"Roland, that guy is moving northwest, and we're still a hundred and fifty yards away."

"Are you sure?" Roland looked back at Lyudmila in surprise, "I haven't seen it yet, you know?" ”

"I can't see the necromancer's location, but Blackie can." Lyudmila pointed to the sky and smiled proudly.

Roland glanced up at the low-flying Black Hawk, and his doubts were dispelled, and he chased after Lyudmila in the direction he had pointed out.

In the corner of the orc camp, the twilight shrouded the blood-stained hillside, and the corpses lay all over the hillside, including green-skinned orcs and black-armored Kolath warriors.

At this moment, on the dead and silent hillside, a black-robed mage stood in the wind, his hood covering his face, and a pale and thin palm was revealed in the sleeve of his robe, holding a black wooden staff, the top of which was inlaid with a crystal skull, and the ghostly fire flashed in his eye sockets.

The mage muttered a string of obscure incantations, volleying strange patterns in the air, and after a long spell-casting ritual, he suddenly slammed his staff, and the ground beneath his feet thundered, and countless green beams of light rose into the air.

As if hearing his call, the corpses under the hillside climbed up one after another.

"Wait for the people of the underworld, I have summoned you to return to the Yang World, why don't you go and kill the living beings and sacrifice blood for my lord Naraku!"

The necromancer gave the order, and the resurrected undead slowly moved their feet, looking for the breath of life.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came, and in an instant, it went from far to near. A flat glass bottle flew over and smashed into the zombie, exploding in a clear splash of water. The zombie immediately let out a scream, and white flames burst into flames, as well as the undead creatures splashed by the water droplets around them.

"Huh? Holy Water ...... "The necromancer gripped the skeletal staff, his eyes under the hood flashed with coldness, and a string of muffled incantations slowly spat out of his mouth.

Roland immediately noticed that the necromancer was full of green, guessed that he was preparing a spell, and hurriedly shouted to Lyudmila: "The zombie is handed over to you, I'll kill that black robe!" ”

"Good! How careful you are! Lyudmila held a bottle of holy water in each hand and smashed it towards the densest place of zombies, and two white flames burst into flames with a cracking sound.

Roland measured the distance and knew that he would not have time to interrupt the necromancer's spell when he was urging him to go up the mountain, so he picked up his crossbow and raised his hand to shoot a steel arrow. He immediately put away his crossbow and urged his horse to charge towards the top of the hill without bothering to check the effect of the attack.

Syllable!

The arrow struck the skull staff and bounced off, causing the mage to take three steps back and interrupt his cast focus.

"Damn!" Spit out a curse in a low voice, and the mage immediately gestured and cast another spell that didn't require focus.

The sound of horses' hooves came, and Roland rushed up the hill in less than ten seconds, about to swing his sword at the necromancer. The man suddenly looked up, and a sneer appeared on the pale face under the hood, which made him feel inexplicably cold.

Swish! The necromancer's cloak flicked, and he escaped into the "Any Gate" before the heavy sword fell, his aura flashed, and he teleported a hundred feet away, staring coldly at Roland's back, his lips squirming, but he didn't make the slightest sound.

Roland slashed through the air with all his might, knowing that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned his horse's head to look for the trace of the necromancer.

At this time, Lyudmila shouted urgently from the bottom of the mountain: "Watch out for your back! ”

Roland hurriedly turned around, the necromancer had already completed the spell, and the skull staff pointed at Roland, and a stream of arrows with a pungent breath shot over.

Roland hurriedly blocked with his sword, and the "strong acid arrow" hit the "Great Defender", and the acid immediately sprayed on him, corroding the stainless steel armor into pits.

"Hell! Fortunately, it didn't spray on the face, otherwise it would have been disfigured! With a gasp, Roland didn't dare to give the other party another chance to cast a spell, and urged the horse to rush over.

However, the necromancer's spell cast faster than he expected, and with a smack, a large cloud of pitch-black grease appeared out of thin air in front of the warhorse.

Spells are instantaneous, greasy!

The black steed stepped on the grease coldly, and the shoe slipped and fell to the ground with a pop.

Roland jumped up before the horse stumbled, and when he landed, he rolled forward, narrowly avoiding the second strong arrow.

However, the heavy armor dragged down his flexibility, and he stepped on a piece of grease under his feet, and he barely stood up and almost fell.

A sneer tugged at the corner of the necromancer's lips, and his left hand poked out from the wide sleeve of his robe, his pale and slender fingers curled into claws and grabbed at Roland, and a string of rapid incantations came out of his lips.

"Vampire's Touch......