“Cw’Rge…… It seems that I remember correctly, and this spell syllable is indeed related to the transformation ritual of undead creatures. ”

Thinking back to the huge amount of game memories in his mind like a database, Finn immediately understood what the poison vine had just done with the magic scroll in his hand.

The Patriarchess, whom he called the White-Haired Witch, had just used the scroll to perform a group undead transformation ritual on the corpses of the wolves.

So now, the souls of the beasts, who should have been freed from the torture of crystallization, did not go to the land of the dead at this time, but continued to be desecrated by evil after death, and became undead creatures created by the god of death.

Finn didn't quite know from whose hands the poison vine had obtained the magic scroll.

Considering the power and character background of the poison vine, he speculated that the Patriarchess's Necronomical Ritual scroll may have been obtained from the Faceless One, or it may have been obtained from the Dark Alliance's Calamity Wizards' Guild through allied diplomacy.

Of course, whatever the Patriarchess's access to the scroll, Finn knew that the enemy he and Lilith were now facing had changed from "Poison Vine and Loser" to "Poison Man and Loser plus a pack of Grey Wolves" in the blink of an eye.

The slightly better news is that the Grey-sideded Wolves have not received a substantial level increase after being transformed into undead creatures by the impromptu ritual performed on them by the Poison Vine, but have only been resurrected from a dead state - or a deception - and the race has changed from the original "wolf" to "wolf/undead".

"Stinky boy, now see who's about to lose?" After waking the undead wolves from their state of corpses, Poison Man gritted his teeth with a gritted grin on his face to Finn, who was standing in front of Lilith.

She didn't think it would be her turn to use all the magic scrolls that stored the undead transformation ritual spells.

But forget it.

Now, she has an alchemical monster called the Loser and also commands a horde of undead beasts that are completely at the mercy of her personal will.

It seemed to her that the situation had been reversed by her, and the balance of victory was tilted in her favor at this time!

And yet—

"It's time, poison vine." Finn calmly gazed at the poison vine and responded.

"What did you say?" A hint of surprise flashed across the Patriarchess's face.

Subsequently. Whether it was her, or the young paladin and the warlock girl who confronted her, the three of them standing in the forest basin heard the sound of rustling from the woods in a certain direction at the edge of the basin at the same time.

The sound was like weeds and dwarf bushes parted by the legs and feet of creatures, as if something was rapidly approaching here.

And, there are quite a few of them.

Finn and the poisonous vine's gaze turned in that direction, and then they heard movement coming from the forest on the side of the forest basin, and then it turned into a thumping sound, which felt like the sound of a war horse stomping on the ground as it galloped.

The surprise on the poison vine's face gradually turned into nervousness and vigilance.

In order to kill Fain and Lilith as quickly as possible, she mobilized the wolves under her command from all parts of the jungle to her side.

Correspondingly, the ghost spiders that Finn sent out into the jungle were still sharing the vision of the spider's eye with him, and the young paladin knew it from a few minutes ago. The support he had for Lilith was about to appear.

In the next second, about a dozen lizardman cavalrymen, led by a black-armored knight with a black scythe on his shoulder and a lizardman with tribal war paints on his body, rushed out of the dark forest on a dragon-hunting mount called the earth-walking dragon, and came to the slope at the edge of the basin in this forest, and immediately found Finn, Lilith, poison vines, losers, and wolves who had been transformed into undead.

The lizardmen's cavalry immediately stopped on the high slope at the edge of the basin.

The lizardman who led the cavalry was naturally the chief of the Greenpaw tribe, Atsu, and the Greenpaw chieftain's henchmen, Shaman Guter, and the old Tiflin witch Barthra sat on the backs of the other two Earth Dragons, beside him and the black-armored knight.

As for the black-armoured middle-aged knight, Vercidis, the leader of the Shadowlight Knights, and Atasu, the lizardmen chief of the Greenclaw Tribe, rode side by side on the backs of two earthwalkers close to each other.

"Young man, we meet again."

The man who would be on par with Roderick the Silver Lion and Ironwall Konush in the future turned his head sideways and looked at Finn from afar with a smile on his face.

"Good evening. Knight of Vercidis. The eyes of the young man and the man met in mid-air, and he greeted the seniors who had held an advanced ceremony for himself in this life from the distance from the center of the basin to the slope on the edge.

Of course, after taking a look at the situation at the scene, Vercidis immediately understood that Finn was definitely not greeting him with a leisurely mood.

He turned his head to Atasu beside him, and Finn heard the greenclaw tribe's lizardman chief shout several orders in dragon language to the lizardman cavalry behind him.

After being commanded by the Greenpaw Chieftain. The lizardmen cavalry riding the earth-walking dragons immediately divided into two groups of well-trained horses, one group of horses quickly detoured along the edge of the slope around the forest basin to the other side of the poison vines, losers, and undead wolves, and the other group of horses escaped back into the dense forest, presumably intending to go around the back of the poison vines. Thus forming a perfect encirclement of the Patriarch of the Demon Pastor.

The situation of the battle suddenly took a huge turn.

The poisonous vine looked around at the group of lizardmen who had suddenly burst into the battlefield, and looked surprised.

Destruction was on top, and she didn't remember ever provoking the lizardmen tribe in the swamp east of the jungle.

So. Who persuaded the alien tribe that was supposed to be neutral?

Is it the man named Vercidis?

All in all, damn it! - she scolded in her heart.

Of course, she didn't know that Versidis was also a ranger during his seclusion in the Dagger Forest, even if the man wasn't a druid who revered nature.

While the white-haired matriarch stood beside the loser and wondered in his heart, Vercidis grabbed the long-handled scythe on his shoulder with one hand, and rode the earth-walking dragon under his seat with the other, and led the old Tivrin witch Barthra who followed him down the slope on the edge of the basin to Finn and Lilith.

The older and newer Shadow Knights reunited after only one night, and Versidis pulled the reins on the dragon's head to stop the creatures seated beside Finn.

The two of them glanced at each other, one high and one low, and Vercidis then glanced to find that the iron longsword in Finn's hand had already cracked several small openings on the side of the blade, and a centipede-like crack spread out of the spine of the sword.

He smiled kindly, then let go of the hand that had held the reins of the dragon, untied the silver sword from his belt, and threw it to Finn.

"Thank you." Finn also released a hand from the hilt of the iron sword, took the silver sword from Vercidis's hand, and thanked him casually.

The iron sword in his hand was a bargain bought from a farmer's blacksmith's shop, and after several rounds of head-to-head confrontation with the loser, he was almost unable to bear the load of his strength, which made him miss the whistling blade he had left in Hurengel during the battle.

It's a pity that there has never been regret medicine in the world, and it's useless for him to think about it.

So at this moment, the silver sword that Vercidis threw at him could not be said to solve his urgent need, but it could be regarded as satisfying his desperate need for weapons at this time.

The two Templar paladins officially joined in the center of the basin.

For a moment, Fein and Vercidis nodded to each other, and then turned to face the poison vine along with the Warlock Maiden and the old witch of Tieflin.

The white-haired Patriarch shook her head and looked around, the rhythm of the night could be said to be completely beyond her original plan.

Now it seems that not only did she use the magic scroll that stored the Horde Undead Transformation Ritual Spell, but she also had to hand over the remaining one of her trump cards.

So, she turned her head, looked sideways at the alchemy monster crouching beside her, and ordered it in a cold voice, "Loser...... No. ”

"Perometheus, draw your sword!" (To be continued.) )