The Moon Maiden, in both past and present lives, can only represent one person, or rather, a god in the world of Ariel. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suren, also an ancient deity, is the embodiment of the moon, and although she is a good deity, she will still be punished unforgivably for those who dare to challenge her authority.

Here, Ryan doesn't think that the person who left the note for this necromancer would be a follower of Suren. I'm afraid what the man meant was that the moon rose, that is, late at night.

However, for the 'Blackwater Gathering', he didn't have the slightest clue in his mind except for the few Blackwater gang bandits he had just killed.

Could it be that these robbers hooked up with mages? But that raven is clearly another mage's pet, and Blackwater has produced a mage? How is this possible?

You must know that mages and warlocks who possess powerful magical powers, because most of them are followers of gods, in most human realms, like temples, are listed as undesirable existences. Not to mention the rumors circulating among the common people about all kinds of evil mages, whose reputation is not even as good as that of the temple.

But even so, the mage who symbolizes great power will be taken seriously by the local administrators no matter where it appears, and if the Blackwater Gang has such help, then Horncreek City will really not be peaceful.

Although Ryan doesn't have a good impression of Barnard's territory, this is where he grew up after all, and the rare good memories in his memory are also related to the city, he can't just sit idly by, he must find out the truth!

Putting away the notes and notes, Ryan quickly put the various materials on the table into his pocket, these are commonly used in low-level spells, and he may be able to use them soon.

However, Ryan, who was collecting the loot, did not notice that the newly broken vial oozed an inky liquid that slowly slid along the edge of the corpse pit, and when the liquid touched the corpse, it evaporated silently as if it were boiling, and wisps of dark smoke continued to rush into the corpse.

With all the useful things in his pocket, Ryan nodded in satisfaction and was about to turn around when his ankle was suddenly caught by a palm!

Well?! Reacting instantly, Ryan jerked out his long sword, and with the sound of steel cutting through the air, he turned around and slashed off his withered and rotting arm.

Slash (Dismemberment) -4

"Ho!" A low, leaky roar resounded throughout the hut as the carrion slowly rose to its feet.

Ryan saw that most of the rotting corpses lying in the pit had moved, and his heart trembled, and he hurriedly retreated, clinging to the windowsill and jumping out. Stabilizing his body, Ryan had a chance to throw a scout at the opponent.

Human carrion

Neutral evil

Medium-sized undead

Attributes: Strength 15 Agility 8 Constitution - Intelligence - Perception 10 Charisma 9

Health: 9/13

Specialty: Robust

Difficulty: Average

The vast majority of carrion corpses are mindless, and they can only act on the orders of their controllers. If a carrion doesn't take orders, it will probably just go around, slaughtering and devouring everything it comes across. Because they don't have a mind, zombies usually fight to the death, without regard for their own safety.

I go, how do these things move? Ryan frowned tightly as he looked at the carrion that soon filled the entire cabin. However, his movements did not stop, watching the rotting corpse that had just been cut off by himself struggling to climb over the windowsill, fell to the corner of the wall, and hurriedly raised his weapon and pounced.

Piercing (Heavy Attack) -19 Rotting Corpse Death

The long sword pierced through the eye socket of the carrion, and a small blade poked out from the back of the head, and the faint golden light instantly attracted the attention of all the monsters in the room.

Although the damage of the morning light blessing smeared with holy water is indeed very high for the undead, due to the urine nature of the evil enemy that emits a magical aura when it takes effect, it is simply a mockery of these undead red fruits!

Watching the carrion impatiently climb over the windowsill, Ryan didn't flinch, his sword raised, and a confident smile on his face.

Blessing!

I saw a faint golden light emanating from the blade of the sword, quickly enveloping his body, and disappearing again in the blink of an eye.

With a low snort, Ryan swung two weapons and slashed at the nearest enemy, and the rotting flesh on the opponent's chest was instantly sliced open, leaving two huge intersecting rifts.

-8 for slashing, -6 for slashing, and the rotting corpse dies

Kicking down the monster that had once again turned into a corpse, Ryan's weapon was like two flashes of light, constantly shuttling back and forth on the rotting corpse that had crawled out of the windowsill. The chest-length wall became the life-and-death line for the monsters, and few carrion corpses were able to launch an effective attack on Ryan.

The difference in agility was immediately apparent, the lithe body of the half-elf seemed to dance under the moon, and in a short time, the corner of the wall was already full of messy and mutilated corpses.

Kicking the rotting corpse into its knees, the blade of the sword glowing with a faint golden light stabbed deep into its throat, and the latter's newly flapping arm paused in the air and fell limply into the dirt.

Killing the last monster, Ryan kept panting, a hint of flushing appeared on his delicate face, and his excited look was overflowing.

Battle Settlement: Kill 8 carrion corpses and gain 440 experience.

In the past, as a full-time mage, it was difficult for Ryan to experience the hot feeling of a knife entering the flesh and every attack involving the muscles of the whole body. The thrill of hand-to-hand combat is like an addictive drug, and Ryan is a little overwhelmed.

Call! With a long sigh of relief, calming down his heartbeat that seemed to burst out of his chest, Ryan took out a clean rag from his arms, simply wiped the carrion on the blade, and once again took out the vial containing the holy water.

Carefully and evenly applied it to the weapon, seeing that only two-thirds of the last bottle of holy water remained, the boy hesitated for a moment to use some of it again, smearing the tip of a small bundle of crossbow arrows.

Although Ryan loves the thrill of melee combat, it is definitely safer to solve the battle without allowing the enemy to get close to him than hand-to-hand combat, and this is not the same as in the past, if you make a mistake once, there is no chance to start over.

With everything in order, the young man put the last bit of holy water into his arms, determined the direction in which the necromancer left, and walked forward slowly.

Use, track!

It stinks! The stench of decay that suddenly intensified in his nasal passages made Ryan frown, and it took him a while to get used to it. The shallow footprints on the ground shimmered in his eyes, and even at night, it was almost impossible to detect without looking closely.

The sewer outlet on the east side, where almost all of the city's sewage is discharged into the canal, can be called foul-smelling, and the banks of the river are full of garbage and overgrown with tenacious weeds.

Three cloaked humanoids stand silently on the shore, like silent sculptures.

Flutter! A pitch-black raven flapped its wings, and in an instant, it burst out of the sewer and rested firmly on the shoulder of the man in the middle.

Stretching out his palm tightly wrapped in gloves, gently stroking the crow's feathers, he opened his mouth to the mescal who walked out of the darkness behind him without looking back, and from the sound of the voice, it was a young man: "I smell the stench on your body from afar, I really don't understand why you don't take some time to clean up after dealing with those corpses all day long?" ”

"You'll understand when you're dead." Mescal didn't mean to be polite at all, came behind the three of them, and shot back mercilessly in a hoarse voice.

"Really? It's a pity that I have a long life, and I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that time. Turning slowly, the man's voice did not mean to be angry at all, but the caustic tone made Mescal extremely angry.

"I'm not here to listen to your bragging, let go of a fart!"

"Bold! Just one... The cloaked man standing on the side should be the young man's guard, and when he heard the other party so rude, he stepped forward suddenly, and with a soft sound, the long sword at his waist emitted a little cold light under the light of the bright moon.

Stretching out his hand to stop the impulsive guard, the young man said lightly: "Without my order, where did you get the courage to run rampant?" ”

"I'm sorry...

Seeing the guard bow back, Mescal snorted softly and muttered to himself, "Hypocrisy." ”

As if not hearing Mescal's sarcasm, the young man clapped his hands, and another guard took out a full cloth bag from under his cloak and handed it to Mescal.

"This is what you want, no one in Horn Creek City dares to sell these things openly, but it took me a lot of effort to get it, I hope you don't let me down."

"Don't worry, you'll be surprised!" Mescal snatched the sack from the guard's hand and examined it briefly, and couldn't help but let out a burst of excited laughter.

"Those priests seem to have noticed a little lately, you'd better not make too much of a fuss, or you'll ruin my plans, and I'll let you be buried with your experiments." Gently stroking the crow's feathers on his shoulder, the youth's bland words were full of menace and creepy.

Before Mescal could reply, the man had already turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness in the distance with his guards.

"Hmph, it's just a human, sooner or later, I'll make you my puppet too!" Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Mescal spat at him behind his back with disdain, and then easily picked up the bag that seemed to be heavy with one hand, and hurried in the direction where he came.

The shadow hiding in the corner shuddered suddenly, and Ryan poked his head out of the weeds. Because he followed up in time, the scene just now was all in his eyes, but because he felt the strong strength of the two guards that he did not hide at all, he did not dare to move.

Silently glancing at the cloaked trio that had long since disappeared into the night, Ryan felt a familiar feeling rise in his heart, judging from the standard long sword on the waist of the guard just now, it was clear that they were not those shabby bandits. Shaking his head and banishing the distractions in his mind, the half-elf set his eyes on the prey in front of him.

That's right, prey! This is a living mage! He must have the spellbook Ryan desperately wanted to get!

Reconnoiter!

Mescal

Chaos and evil

Medium-sized undead

Class: Mage Level 4

Attributes: Strength 14 Agility 15 Constitution 14 Intelligence 17 Perception 14 Charisma 10

Health: 32/32

Spells: 1 Ring (3/4) 2 Ring (2/3)

Special: Paralysis, ghoul fever, foul smell

Specialty: Multiple Attack, Robust, Specializing in Spells (Necromancy),

Difficulty: Very difficult

！！ Undead creatures with Constitution? What the hell is this?

"Who?!" Mescal, who was strolling back, suddenly stopped, turned his head to where Ryan was hiding, and shouted. Finally getting a chance to see Mescal's face head-on, Ryan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, his scarlet eyes, sharp fangs, and pale and shriveled skin tightly wrapped around the clearly visible bones. This is, ghouls?!