Chapter XXVII. Among the Sheep and the Wolves and the Herdsmen

Demps, whose face was flushed from blocking part of the impact for his companion, spat out the shredded flesh of his hair that splattered into his mouth, and his eyes became even more gloomy.

This is the corpse of his companions, whose ashes should have been sent to their hometown or handed over to the Mercenary Association, but now they are used as paint to whitewash this monotonous underground ruins, even ordinary mercenaries can feel unbearable, let alone Demps, who values his own members so much.

"Corpse Explosion."

Wairutan stared at the still-silent Lich Apprentice and spat out the name of the spell.

The only thing that wasn't stained by the splattered flesh was the three Wairutan standing far behind, Zlora couldn't help but feel a little scared as he looked at the tragic situation, although he was aware of the strangeness of the lich apprentice, but he wasn't quite sure that the undead must have a backhand, and it was so powerful that it could turn the situation around in an instant.

It's just that when he saw Wairuta pulling Nila to retreat slowly, his heart moved, and he quietly followed. Wairutan, the man who had replaced him as a mercenary star, had always acted in a seemingly frivolous manner, but when he had carefully considered it, he was very sophisticated, and Zrola had always felt that he could not underestimate this brat who was not full of hair, but his love for his sister was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye. If he had only retreated alone, Zrola would have wondered if the kid was going to do something again, but if he pulled his sister, something bad would have happened.

Moreover, Zrolla turned her head to look at the Lich Apprentice, who didn't seem to have any obvious reaction, but the slight arch of his back and the clever angle of the side all showed that the young man was ready to fight, Zrola remembered the previous volunteer tracking and the wariness of the Lich Apprentice just now, such a young guy was so familiar with the undead creature that had not appeared in the human field for so many years......

This guy is getting more and more interesting, he thought as he faintly moved a little closer to the Wairutan siblings.

On the other hand, our butler's countenance, after a brief distortion, has regained his composure after years of cultivation, and as a man of the upper class who has received a good education that most people have not received, he clearly has the ability to judge the situation in such a situation.

He calmed his breathing, which had been slightly rapid from the sudden turn of events, put the formulaic smile on his face again, and instead of backing down, he stood still and turned around, and with his right gloved hand, he stroked his flesh-stained blouse, and bowed to Wairutan and Zrolla

"It's sad that this has happened to Mr. Custer, but I believe the situation is on our side, isn't it, Mr. Wairutaan?"

Wairutaan raised his eyebrows, smiled, pressed his right hand on the small bag around his waist, drew a scimitar with his left hand, and pulled a knife flower in his hand, but he did not continue to step forward as Maqifa hoped

"Oh yes, Steward Macifa, I think the light of Picles still shines on us, and victory and glory beckon us on the way ahead."

Although the ranger's voice was full of sarcasm, the butler nodded as if he had not heard it

"Yes, the Hestian family has always been tolerant and generous to their friends, especially those who can overcome difficulties and are very loyal."

The meaning of Maqifa's words can no longer be said to be the meaning of the words, almost naked expression, it can be seen that although the butler still maintains his demeanor on the surface, in fact, his heart is already in chaos, but he still cares about his face, and refuses to poke the last layer of window paper and directly ask for help from Wairutaan.

Be tolerant and generous to your friends, but what about your enemies? Wairutan scoffed at this kind of coercion and temptation when calling for help, and the two-pronged approach of high-class people, but when he looked at the smiling butler, his seemingly polite demeanor was full of ugliness in his eyes: the calves wrapped in black trousers were trembling slightly, the tight smile could not hide the pale complexion, and cold sweat was gradually breaking out on his forehead.

Alas, Wairutan sighed inwardly, and when he thought of the extent of fear in his heart, the fear that the Lich Apprentice would attack him, and the fear that he would not keep his contract, but still maintain that ridiculous aristocratic dignity, he could not help but feel pity for him, and his tone of control softened.

"How about the Butler of the Macchifa, please come over first?"

The ranger didn't pay attention to the maqifa who came in a hurry after hearing this sentence as if he had been pardoned, but stared at the black-robed lich who had not made any moves after using the corpse explosion technique to kill Custer and the others, and watched with interest his actions, like a villain watching the protagonist when he transformed, and shouted with a fake smile

"I guess you don't have much of an opinion, Mr. Lich!"

However, after hearing this, the first reaction was not the lich apprentice, but the butler who walked in small steps, and the reaction was quite intense, so frightened that he ran away, obviously Macchifa was too concerned about his life-saving straw Huairutaan, and forgot that behind him was the real danger.

Miles also responded as Macifa's pace quickened, and the black-robed lich finally uttered his first words after a long silence, in a hoarse voice that everyone was already familiar with, but still felt slightly harsh

"If you want that, human."

He first answered Wairutaan's question, and then looked at the ranger with amusement who had been aware of it before he had prepared for the corpse explosion, and the faint soul fire flickered, and a question was thrown at him

"Do you humans refuse to take off your mask of hypocrisy until death, young ranger?"

This mindless question was not only about Wairutan, but also about Zrolla, and even Macifa who was running in small steps, and suddenly began to discuss the question of human nature in this tense situation... Are the undead so philosophical?

However, Wairutan was stunned and immediately reacted, and couldn't help but secretly scold this dead skeleton for his sinister intentions

Sure enough, the Lich Apprentice paused and continued

"Oh? Didn't you let that man over to be cannon fodder? Otherwise, I really can't understand that in such a clearly unfavorable situation, you still insist on bringing one more burdensome reason, human beings. ”

The Lich Apprentice, who had been silent in front of everyone, suddenly said so many words, although it was a bit unexpected, but the minds of the others obviously did not stay on it for too long, and they still cared more about what the Lich Apprentice meant.

Not to mention Zrolla, who had only been together for a few days, even Nila, who knew Wayrutaan the most among the people present, couldn't help but tug at the corner of his clothes and looked at her brother with inquiring eyes.

Although she is very resistant to this practice, at the moment when her brother and sister are facing a real life and death crisis, even if she can't bear it, she will not stop her brother's behavior.

Feeling Nila's gaze, Wairutan couldn't help but sigh depressedly, feeling sad for his image in his sister's heart, Zrolla didn't care, even Nila did this, although he wouldn't deny that he would do this kind of thing, but not everything!

Looking at Ma Qifa, who had already arrived in front of him but was stunned, Wairutan did not persuade him, once this suspicion arises, it is not something that can be lifted for a while and a half, and there is no point in justifying it or not, but the next moment his eyes widened, because Ma Qifa, who had hesitated slightly, immediately sped up two steps and stood behind him.

"Hehe, Mr. Wairutaan"

Knowing that what he was doing would make others suspicious, he calmed his nervous and slightly rapid breathing and smiled again, in a quick and polite tone

"Naturally, I am quite concerned about Mr. Undead's statement, but what does it matter, being abandoned as an outcast at some point is death, and stopping to stay in front of Mr. Undead is also death, and the ending is the same, but in case you don't have that kind of plan, I still have half a life to repay this life-saving kindness."

Hearing this, Wairutan thought highly of this butler in his heart, no matter what, Macifa can quickly react and make this kind of move, which is something that ordinary people can't do, and he is worthy of being a cronie cultivated in the family of a great nobleman.

Of course, whether the butler came or not didn't have much impact on his plan to get out, and Wairutan had already sensed that the gloomy undead in front of him was suddenly grinding here, and he didn't continue to attack, I'm afraid the reason was precisely -

"Procrastination!"

Demps, who had never said a word since the two sides met, suddenly expressed a guess that was in line with Wairutaan's inner thoughts, the corpse explosion technique was extremely powerful, but the spell that needed to be prepared in advance was obviously no longer suitable for the occasion that had been exposed, and those blood vines that were dancing around and seemed terrifying were quite effective against Custer's people, but they were not a tricky thing for Wairutan and Zrolla, who were both strong men in the bronze.

If Demps himself hadn't been severely overdrawn in the previous battle, he wouldn't have been trapped by these vines and unable to move, of course, the few poor survivors who guarded the fire wine were also one of the reasons.

And the Wairutan siblings plus the three new forces of Zrola are already a lineup that can pose a considerable threat to the Lich Apprentice in good condition, not to mention that although the Lich Apprentice seems to be light now, he has already cast six first-ring spells, two second-ring spells, and the spells stored in his remaining spell slots may not have much impact on the three of them. (This counts the cast of Miles' jungle battle with the Wairutan siblings, and the three-ring spell that awakens the undead is cast by the Bone Staff, not by Miles himself.)

After all, Miles is just a second-ring lich apprentice, although due to his own outstanding talent for mental power and magic - this can be seen from the fact that he is a second-ring apprentice, not a two-ring corpse, the general undead take the advanced route of the lich system from the corpse witch, and then the plutocer, the lich, but Miles started as a lich apprentice, although he is an apprentice, but the starting point is still much stronger than those corpse witches.

Such a talent caused him to have an average of four more zero rings and two one-ring spell slots than other second-ring spell casters, but after all, there is still a big gap with those chosen ones who are loved by the gods, and they can't increase the spell slots of the same level, you must know that those who are born with spiritual power and magic power have stepped into the extraordinary realm, in addition to the increase in strength The spell slots will increase at a rate of several times that of the same level, they can even forcibly construct high-level spell models with terrifying talents to cast spells, and suppress ordinary spellcasters of the same level. And the gap brought about by this talent can only be gradually narrowed after everyone steps into gold together.

Therefore, the lich apprentice's normal performance is nothing but to delay time in this way, and the delay is nothing more than waiting for foreign aid or preparing high-level enchanted items, Wairuta sighed in his heart, he is still difficult to make a decision at this critical juncture, although he knows that no matter what, the first strike is stronger, as long as he can control the undead in front of him first, at least he can retreat calmly, but he hesitates because he doubts the last resort that the lich apprentice may have.

No, you have to do it now! Wairutaan's thoughts raced, the scimitar in his hand was unsheathed, and his body rose like an arrow from a string, but he immediately stopped, his face changed greatly, and he turned to look in the direction behind him with a solemn face, although Zrola and Nila didn't feel anything, they also turned sideways and became vigilant.

Only Maqifa didn't know why, but as the other two tensed, Zrola also changed color in an instant after a while, and they all looked at Wairutaan with a blue face, and they both felt the same heavy momentum, that desperate power, that irresistible fear.

And at this moment, there was finally a dull sound of footsteps in the silent corridor, step by step, as if a heavy hammer had been smashed on the hearts of the people present, and Ma Qifa seemed to understand something, and his body trembled uncontrollably.