The peculiar smell of the roll immediately hit the nose. The room, which was about ten feet square, was full of bookshelves and books, and heavy dust was piled up on every corner, cabinet, and book. On the ground are stacks of various books and scrolls, and there are several old maps nailed to the walls. Words and colors have been lost to the erosion of time, and they have lost their original appearance.

Placing the candlestick on the small table in the doorway, Joanna began to rummage through the tattered old books. Inona picked up a copy casually, gently brushed off the dust on it, and opened it to see the difference between old and new ink marks and familiar handwriting. "Andrew's annotations?"

"Yes, most of the book owners here have read it. He would also write his impressions on the side. ”

"'What an idiot pig head plus three levels of thinking about the hell, stupid!' …… This is...... Feelings? Is it okay to scribble like this? ”

"The master said that no one would be stupid enough to look at these rags anyway, so why not add a different opinion." Joanna found half of it, remembered her speech problem, turned her head and smiled: "Miss, I didn't mean you two." ”

"Forget it, I don't care about you. What are you looking for now? Inona dropped the book in her hand and crouched down to watch Joanna struggle to move it up and down.

"What I'm looking for...... Ah, found it. Finding the target book, Joanna wiped the dust off the cover and carefully took it to the small table and opened it. The others gathered around. "I come here occasionally to read, and I've probably read all the books here. One of them is related to necromancers. It contains a record of the various factions of immortality, the gods it relied on, and a variety of information. In fact, although they are claimed to be undead, they are not really immortal. Most necromancers can still be killed, but unlike us vampires, sunlight only weakens or blocks their magic, and they can't do damage. ”

"Yes. Who wrote this book? Can it be believed? Inona asked, and Joanna replied with a smile: "In the author's own account in the book, he claims to be a disciple of Idwang Sandara. And Idwang Sandala is known as the greatest necromancer of all time. ”

"The greatest? How many people did he kill? Or did something bad happen? ”

"Hehe, in the record, he didn't kill anyone, but saved a lot of people. During a massive Black Death catastrophe, he saved countless lives. Plus the opener of medical knowledge such as anatomy, circulatory system in the body, etc. He is also one of the eleven heroes in our history, and he is widely known as the Redeemer of the Night, the Hero of the Night who redeems people. ”

"A necromancer?"

"Yes, Miss. He began to study the mysteries of the flesh for the sake of his beloved, and the darkness was only a way, not his heart. It is said that he finally discovered the secret art of supremacy, retrieved the human body, and died peacefully at the age of 229. ”

"Wow......" Inona recalls the heroic deeds of the Nightrancher she had heard, and let the imagination of the skeleton's appearance run wild. Joanna also quietly turned the pages of the book. "In fact, there is nothing that is absolutely evil in the first place, it is just that the human heart guides itself in what direction."

"Well, that...... I wonder if I can find the weakness of the necromancer? Xia Zina was very unrecognizable, but she couldn't stand the topic that kept deviating.

"Oh, weakness." Joanna quickly flipped through the book and stopped on a page full of ancient characters. "It is said that necromancers can be roughly divided into two types, one is to abandon the human body in the continuous progress of their own research and study, and become a member of the dark forces. But this kind of necromancer is also like an ordinary mage, and can die permanently due to an attack from an external force......"

"Then just kill them." Inona made a very simple judgment, but in exchange for the stunned person who spoke. "Miss...... Do you know how clever such a necromancer is? It's not that you can kill it. It takes perseverance, perseverance, concentration, talent, and luck to get to such a state, and they may do some kind of evil experiment in order to delve into deeper knowledge, but destruction is never their goal. Such people will be called wise men in the darkness by us. ”

"Yes." Disapproving response. Joanna could only laugh helplessly and return to the original topic. "On the other hand, through a dark contract or an artifact of the gods, the bondage of the flesh is forfeited and transformed into an immortal body. Such necromancers are closer to the literal meaning of immortality, and they will hide their souls in artifacts or hidden places. As long as their souls are not destroyed, even if they die, they can be resurrected through the power of their souls and darkness. This means that as soon as the soul is destroyed, the necromancer will die instantly. And the most noteworthy of them all—"Rising up and searching for the other books, Joanna quickly flipped through the inside pages of an ancient book and stopped at an old portrait. It looks like a tiger lying horizontally in the shape of a pottery sculpture, and the tiger's tail is bent into a handle. —The artifact of the dark god Somalino, the Somalino pot. It is also known as the Dark Grail, or the Lord of the Night. ”

Blinking her eyes, Xia Zina asked puzzledly: "Why is this particularly emphasized?" ”

Turning the pages again, Joanna looked at the countless portraits on it. "Because most of the artifacts are lost in history, either unaccounted for or destroyed in the horrors of the Great War. Of course, destroying an artifact brings other disasters and curses as well. But after the news of the death of the dragon lance in the Seven Samurai spread throughout the continent a few years ago, rumors began to spread that the treasure of the Seven Samurai was in the tomb of the dragon lance. The grave robbers' industry flourished, and many strange treasures appeared as a result. And at an underground auction somewhere two years ago, the Somalino pot reappeared. It was sold by a wealthy man for a very high price, but later it was rumored that the rich man had been assassinated, and the Somalino pot disappeared. ”

"Can this news be trusted?" Xia Zina couldn't help but ask excitedly.

Closing the book, Joanna smiled and said, "The circle of dark forces is small, and we have occasional visitors to inform us of the news. It's not the most up-to-date and fastest, but it should be very credible. Few members of the darkness dare to lie to their masters. ”

Suddenly bursting open the door and breaking into a tall orc. The wolf-headed orcs are covered in dark gray body hair, and their red eyes and bared teeth and cracked mouths are menacing. However, Joanna still smiled and turned back to explain. "He's the most recent visitor, it's okay. Is there something wrong? Mr. ...... "Before he finished speaking, his delicate body was knocked away by the werewolf's big fist. The coveted look drove the monster forward. "Hey, I'm hungry. Hehe, women's meat is delicious. Hey. ”

The faithful butler immediately stood in front of the two ladies, ready to fight. But one of them stood up angrily and wiped the bright red from the corners of his mouth. Grabbing the werewolf's long tail and throwing it out of the open door, the strange power that does not belong to humans is so strong that even the orcs can't resist. Joanna placed her palms at her sides, her nails lengthening and sharpening at an alarming rate. "Is there a mistake about trick-or-treating here? Don't you want to live? ”

"It's women who are bad! Their scent seduced me, and my tongue and my teeth could not forget the tender taste. Haha, haha. The werewolf stood up and looked at the crowd condescendingly. If you think I'm ignoring you, I'll eat you by the way. Although the taste of vampires is a bit worse. As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out his right fist with a loud shout.

The speed and oppression of the punch reminded people of the true meaning of fear, and even Huatson couldn't help but take a big step back to protect the two behind him. But Joanna slammed the werewolf's right arm up and down at a faster speed, and before the monster could wail with a few more involuntary joints, the vampire who was close to him shattered both feet and knees. The tall figure froze, and the long face was clasped by the seemingly weak palms. The lips, which were more bright red than usual, seemed to drip blood, and the eyes that were different from ordinary times told the sharp killing intent. "It's just an orc, and you dare to despise the NightClan. It looks like your etiquette is going to be relearned. ”

Still intact with his left arm pinching Joanna's thin neck, the werewolf intends to make a final counterattack. But the red lips of the light flow the psalms that the darkness fears: "Vindicateme, God, andpleadmycauseagainstanungodlynation. Oh，delivermefromdeceitfulandickedmen. ForyouaretheGodofmystrength.hyhaveyourejectedme？ hydoIgomourningbecauseoftheoppressionoftheenemy？ ……”

The power of darkness drained through the words, and the orc rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, returning to his human form. Even if the naked body was a little broken, it should be considered his own fault. Inona jumped up to Joanna's side excitedly and grabbed her strange right arm. "Wow, wow, Joanna, I didn't know you were so good. I really can't see it. Why don't you show a little confidence, always cringe. ”

"Woo, don't mention Miss, I've been called a rookie for more than 500 years, and you can't experience that feeling of depression."

Looking at the two people in front of her and the seriously injured people on the ground, Xia Zina only felt as if she had seen a group of very strange people again. Huatson took a few steps forward and looked back. "Duke Bai Liming, please keep up. No matter where you are, this castle is very dangerous. ”

The second day of the year and the moon of the flame dance? Garden Miscellaneous – Day 9

It would be a shame that we were not able to get the twelfth cardinal of the Catholic Church, but it was worth the extra day of searching for information in the castle. Knowing about necromancers, and all about the dark Ones, I knew that we were dealing with a bad necromancer. Bad...... It reminds me of the goblins' comment: low style. In the writings of Idwang Sandara's disciples, there is a saying: "A person who understands the meaning of the cycle of life will not do anything that does not respect life." "This is also the reason why there are few such immortal wars in history, and they who have advanced knowledge know what to do and what not to do. Only such an upstart who relies on external forces will squander the resources they have without limit. However, in the various writings, the relevant descriptions are still quite obscure, and they are not very clearly written, including their weaknesses. It's right to think about it, who would write down their weaknesses in black and white.

Assuming that the other party is a necromancer who has been transformed from the artifact Somalino pot, then I am faced with two unsolvable problems. First, why did he start such a war? The reason is still beyond my guess; Second, where is that damn pot? Could it be that if you can't find that pot, this war won't end? When the old problems are solved, new problems are extended, and it's a fucking life.

Riding back to the predetermined position on a fast horse, I was in a very heavy heart. Because the real effect of this trip is not great, it just makes me worry about other things. But in front of me, I have a hope, a real hope, that humanity can still be saved. Just like the Golden Leprechaun with Andrew? M？ As Cardinal Heikinen says, the opponent is nothing more than a poor imbecile. This reminds me of what Sally once said to me that the strength of human beings lies in the strength of cooperation and absorption, although Jack counter-criticized it as the combination of cockroach-like fecundity and the ability to learn all the strengths and weaknesses. At the time, I only laughed, but now I'm grateful for the positive use of this power. As long as anything can be used in the right place, it's a good thing. I'm so convinced now.

Jehovah of the Catholic Church, Bardofandia of the Knights of the Blue Burghini, Endless Traveler worshipped by the Dong Ling people, and Somalino, the patron of the necromancer. God, whoever you are, please bless me. I believe in the spirit, and now I dare not ask for anything.

Fast horses galloped on the grassland, and the scorching sun at noon exuded the heat of moxibustion. Beads of sweat were blown away by the strong wind on horseback, but they immediately seeped out from every part of the body. Shazina was angry at the time she had to waste on the journey, but everything was changed by the sight before her. Before reaching the predetermined position, a huge sphere floating in the air could be seen in the distance, with a hanging basket and a pipeline connected to the ground faintly below. The three-color fireworks flying out of the sky are green, blue, and yellow, which are the signals that belong to the companions in the agreement. But why did it fly sideways out of the air, and was there anyone on that sphere?

The gray smoke rising from afar illustrated the great momentum, and dozens of Dong Ling riders rushed to the side. The skill of stopping and turning around and keeping up with the three horses including the Duke is breathtaking. It's just that most people, except for a few, have never seen it. Shatina slowed down her horse and stopped to look at the other party. Chief Ahanab stepped forward with a few people who also seemed to have considerable status. "Duke, these two are the chiefs of the Red Sun Tribe and the Gazelle Tribe. There were also several other tribes of the Dong Ling tribe in the camp, and a total of more than 200 warriors came to help. ”

"Great." Xia Zina expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart. A large group of helpers has appeared, and what could be more exciting news than this? Chief Ahannab clearly felt the duke's emotion, and after a slight bow, he said, "There are more powerful helpers coming to help in the camp, and we are still in the routine exercises, so please forgive us for not sending them." ”

The three chiefs shouted in unison, and the Dong Ling rider first took a step forward on his horse, and then the whole horse turned back and rushed behind him like an arrow. The skill of handling the horse is like moving your own feet, and the three people who stayed in place were impressed.

After returning to the camp, the three people who had been away for two days had a completely different feeling, and the carts and people in and out carried all kinds of materials up and down. The warriors of each side also formed their own groups, practicing their combat skills and advancing and retreating with the army. As soon as he saw the figure of Duke Bai Lieming, the sharp-eyed knight of the Scorpion Regiment, Eva, immediately stepped forward with Sir Rosie, the main person in charge delivered by Chartina.

"...... this?" With a look of surprise, the mistress of Garden City looked indecently at every corner. The exuberant energy and high morale combined with the encouragement, even if I didn't believe it. Sir Rosie smiled and replied, "Actually, this is the leader of the combat sappers from Garden City, Jiansheng?" The result of Mr. Baiteng's command. ”

"Yes, Miss Chartina, it's hard to believe that the old man is so clever. J and Sir Rossi were in charge of liaising with the merchants of the towns, and he was able to make such a use in such a short period of time, and it was just right. It's really a veteran experience. ”

Looking at the superb methods of the old minister of Garden City, Xia Zina couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart, and she was also full of hope for the future. Because Rossi and Eva showed admiration and admiration on their faces. However, the subordinate knight changed his words and began to curse: "But that dead old man is really unforgiving!" Said knights should be small local lords and princes, and they can also recruit militia in times of war. What kind of guy like us who only eats and doesn't do anything,