Act 10 Necromancer

Almost everyone present was attracted by the voice that suddenly came into their ears, but at this time, Su Chen felt something not so obvious.

What he vaguely felt was a faint fluctuation of magical power. As a warrior or an ordinary person, it is difficult to sense the fluctuations generated by this kind of atmosphere in the process of the activation and silence of the magic power, but as a spellcaster, especially a psychic warlock who has lit up the 'Identification Spiritual Energy', Su Chen has a natural instinctive reaction to such magic fluctuations. Someone nearby is using magic...... Su Chen was extremely confirmed.

Su Chen's gaze couldn't help but follow the direction where the voice came from...... The white fog that had not yet dissipated in the early morning seemed to obscure everything as far as the eye could see. And when Su Chen listened carefully, the fluctuations of the magic property were just hidden in the whistling wind, making it impossible for him to identify. This made Su Chen almost think that the fluctuation he had just felt was just an illusion.

But shouldn't it?

Just when Su Chen felt a wave of doubt, he suddenly saw a shadow looming behind the square-faced warrior - if he didn't identify it carefully, Su Chen would almost take this discovery as an illusion. But when all the information was combined, what was produced was enough speculation to make Su Chen's scalp tingle. The skeletons that appear on the battlefield are nothing more than a little trick to grab everyone's attention, and the real killers of the necromancer are actually the assassins who hide in the shadows.

Obviously, this assassin is not an extremely outstanding assassin, he was hidden by magic, and at this time, it is likely that only Su Chen discovered this assassin who used magic!

It is not a rational thing for a low-level spellcaster to choose to participate in an attack orchestrated by a necromancer. In fact, if another mage apprentice was here, he should run away as soon as possible, and no matter how bad he was, he should have prepared a practical spell scroll to stand in an absolutely safe place - a mage or a psychic warlock is not a profession that can go directly to others in the early days.

But Su Chen was obviously not fully prepared - he almost didn't even have time to prepare when he first came to this world. And a low-level psychic warlock who can only cast two one-ring psionic abilities can almost be confirmed to be a moving soft persimmon on this kind of battlefield, and it is a little too thin to bring back to the skeleton. It's just that no spellcaster can be taken lightly, and there is no doubt that they hold in their hands the power that can change the tide of battle!

Su Chen directly raised his hand, and then the next moment there was a whisper in his heart, as if something burst out from the anterior lobe of his brain, followed one of his gestures and rushed forward, and then dissipated in the place that seemed to be empty just now.

The next moment, a scream was heard, and a dark figure broke free from the shadows and fell to the ground. He clutched his hair and let out a shrill scream, but soon he suppressed the pain that was directly acting on the soul level, and began to quickly continue to chant the incantation, wanting to hide his figure again. If someone who is extremely familiar with psionic energy receives this blow, he will soon understand that he is facing a telemancer, so all he has to do now is to quickly protect his mind.

But it was clear that the dark shadow in front of him had a deep knowledge of magic, but he didn't know much about the horror of psionic powers. When he stood up and was about to merge into the shadows again, there was another sting in his head - no spells, no magical light, but with a gesture from the black-haired boy in front of him, the shadow man's head once again felt a stinging pain that made people want to scream, and this sting naturally interrupted his spell casting, causing him to suffer both the pain of spell backlash and soul trauma.

At this time, the square-faced warrior who reacted raised his heavy sword in a little panic, and at the same time slashed down hard...... Su Chen was ready to accept the long sleep of that assassin's blood-spattered everywhere-

But the blow of the square-faced warrior did not come from the sound it should have for a long time.

It was as if time had stood still in this moment.

The surrounding air was swallowed by the gray-white mist at some point, and the shouts of those mercenaries were also far away from Su Chen's ears at this moment, and time seemed to be completely quiet at this moment, leaving only a slightly abrupt footsteps.

What's going on? Dreamland? Or is it a time pause? Su Chen's mind was a little cloudy.

He couldn't help but look around, only to see a woman with her whole body hidden in a gray robe walking in front of him, raising her head slightly, her eyes meeting Su Chen's eyes. Even though they looked at each other, it was strange that Su Chen couldn't recognize this woman's face - as if he had indeed seen it, but he couldn't input the 'memory' belonging to this face into his mind at all, and only vaguely felt that it was a very beautiful woman.

But other than that, he simply couldn't find any adjectives to describe the man.

"Organizes? What a rare guy. ”

The voice that seemed to be a girl in the prime of her life, and as if she was a dying old woman, came into Su Chen's ears, and the woman in front of her seemed to have a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Although I don't know how you found out, it is obvious that you are more observant and courageous than that strong warrior." ”

"Who are you?" Su Chen's question was directly ignored by the woman, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Since you want to enter the game, then come on." But keep in mind that there will only be one winner in this game. ”

The words gradually disappeared, along with the woman, and soon the surrounding fog dissipated, and the surrounding noise suddenly broke into Su Chen's ears again—as if time was casually stopped by an unknown existence, and then the finger clock of time inadvertently moved its scale again, and the colors lost in the white mist resurfaced in Su Chen's retina again. He took a deep breath, and the cold of the early summer morning ran down his throat to the bottom of his lungs.

Who is that woman? Necromancer? So did she make such a big noise just to come to me and say this?

Then Su Chen's eyes were interrupted by blood, and the black shadow man screamed and took a few steps back after being hit hard by Bresso - the constant mage armor on his body saved his life, but he was obviously injured as well.

"No ......"

The man yelled, "I'm her only heir!" You can't kill me, you-"

Then the sound stopped abruptly.

A thin figure stepped out of the carriage at some point, and although his face was a little pale, he still stood firmly where he was. There was a crossbow arrow in his hand, and at this moment, the tail of an arrow was trembling in the black shadow man's chest.

The battlefield fell silent in an instant—