Chapter 149: Worcard

The thief mentor Odd suddenly went berserk and stunned everyone, but when they heard the thief mentor Odd's almost crazy roar, they were all saddened, and they didn't expect that the lich they had just encountered was actually the brother of the thief mentor Odd.

The thief mentor Odd grabbed the lich's left arm and swelled it up, becoming extremely thick, and the bulging muscles were hideous and terrifying, and the lich kept struggling, but the thief mentor Ode's left hand was like an iron hoop, holding the lich firmly, and the lich could not move at all.

The Lich raised his kick and slammed it into the chest of the Mentor of the Thieves, and Elder the Mentor of the Thieves took a blow and snorted, a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, still unconscious, and a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the Lich's eyes.

After struggling for a long time, the lich still couldn't break free from the shackles of the thief mentor Ode, and the two looked at each other, and the red chaotic light in the lich's pupils gradually dimmed, turning a cloudy gray and gradually turning blue.

The lich fell and stopped struggling, his body shaking.

"Wokkard, damn it, you wake me up—" Elder the Thief Mentor was still scolding, his voice hoarse and crying, his emotions on the verge of collapse.

The gloomy dark aura on Walkard's body slowly dissipated and became thinner, Walkard's cloak fell off, and like all lichs, his head turned into a skeleton, and there were some uncorrupted pieces of flesh on his face, his appearance was extremely ugly, Walkard's degree of evolution was lower than the lich just now, so his appearance was still intact, and in his cloudy eyes, tears flickered, flowing down his cheeks.

"Worcard." The thief mentor Odd muttered, looking at the tears on Worcard's face, like being struck by lightning, after a long time, he laughed like crazy, "Worcard, you bastard still cry, right, I know, you don't die so easily, haha, you bastard still cry..."

Mentor Odd wept with joy, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope, he wanted to hear Worcard's voice, even if it was to scold him.

"Aren't you kid going to rob Chrissy from me, aren't you always looking for trouble with me, you know that you can't die, you have a hard life, you don't die so easily." Mentor Odd shouted wildly.

Worcard's throat rolled, as if to say something.

Mentor Odd's heart was rising and falling, his breathing became heavy, and he seemed to feel Wickard's voice, how many years had passed, and he finally felt his voice.

"Kill... Finish... I. Wokard looked at Odd in front of him, his body trembling, and he struggled to spit out a few words, his eyes full of supplication and despair.

Hearing Wokard's voice, the thief mentor Odd cried and cried bitterly, he finally heard Wokard's voice again, but he didn't expect to hear Wokard's prayer.

"No, it's impossible, coward, bastard, you want me to solve you, don't even think about dying, Worcard, I can't, I want me to take good care of you when my mother died, you guy actually let me kill you with my own hands..."Odd cried, and finally his voice became quieter and quieter, turning into a cry, "Worcard, I can't..."

"Wokard, you bastard, I've been waiting for thirty years, do you want me to wait another thirty years..."Chriss, who looked at the two brothers, cried helplessly.

Hearing this voice, Wokard turned his head with difficulty as if he had been struck by lightning, and saw Chrissy on the side, and the minced flesh at the corner of his mouth twitched: "You... Exceed... Come more... It's pretty, right... I'm sorry. ”

Hearing Worcard's words, Chrissy couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so reluctant all of a sudden..."Wokad's throat moved, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, and with all his strength, he raised his right hand and put it on his head.

My mother said that our hometown is in the distant Efes Mountain, in winter, hunters chase elk in sleds, in summer, mountain flowers will dress the mountains in beautiful gauze, and lovers will prostrate their waists to kiss the earth, thanking for the abundance of the year. The sun is shining, let the years get old, let the time fade.

Wokkard looked into the distance with confusion in his eyes, his eyes full of longing and longing, and a bright smile like a child's on his face.

"No, Worcard, you can't do this..."Seeing Worcard's movements, the thief mentor Odd cried.

"No," Chrissy looked at Worcard's eyes full of horror.

Everybody's couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

A dull thud slammed into everyone's hearts, and Wickard's right hand popped his skull, and his brains splattered everywhere, running down the cheeks of the thief mentor Odd.

At this moment, Wokard burned the last trace of energy in his life and drew an end to his life. Death, as brilliant as a flame.

Worcard's eyes drifted and his head tilted to the side.

The thief mentor Odd stared blankly at the Wokard who was holding it in his left hand, and the moment Wokard's brain burst out, endless loneliness and pain surged into the heart of the thief mentor Odd, tearing at his heart.

"He's dead? No, it can't be. Confused and dazed, Mentor Odd slowly released his left hand, and Wokad's body fell to the ground.

The thief mentor Odd could not accept the reality in front of him, and the tragic scene just now lingered in his mind for a long time, and vaguely, Odd seemed to see Vocad's bright smile, in the mountains and flowers, under the endless sky. His smile was so clear, but gradually, away, blurred.

Chrissy was also stunned, she didn't expect Worcard to choose to end her own life.

Walkard was finally freed from his soul confinement, and after a while, he would become a lich again, lose himself again, and reluctantly choose to say goodbye, even though he was so reluctant.

"No!" Elder Elder roared heartbreakingly, knelt feebly beside Worcard's corpse, muddy tears rolling down, the fierce battle around him as if it had nothing to do with him, he was like an empty shell with his soul drained.

Wokkard lay quietly on the ground, calm and serene, the dark aura that swirled around his body gradually thinned.

"Get out of the way." The necromancer walked up to Odd, the Mentor of the Thieves, pushed Elder Elder away, and then crouched down beside Walkard.

The sudden action of the always cold necromancer made the thief mentor Odd a little stupid, and then, his dead eyes shone with a glimmer of life, as if he had grasped the last straw, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it really possible?" ”

The necromancer didn't answer, took out a black bead from his backpack, placed it beside Worcard, and muttered a jerky incantation, and a stream of soul breath was drawn away from Worcard's body.

Ritual orbs, legendary items that allow souls to live temporarily.

After a long time, the necromancer finished absorbing it, stood up, and said in a cold tone, "I don't know if it's okay, if he's lucky enough." I will ask Lord Sandru to give him a body, but I cannot change Lord Sandru's decision. ”

"May the ancestors bless you, and I am willing to offer you my loyalty." The thief mentor Odd wiped away his tears, respectfully bowed to the necromancer, stood up suddenly, and rushed to the ghost monsters on the periphery, the thief mentor Odd's figure was like a sharp knife, piercing into the group of monsters, everywhere he went, invincible, his left arm still did not subside, the power was extremely great, and several ghost monsters were torn to pieces in an instant.

Chrissy gritted her teeth and began to clear the monster as well. The sudden eruption of the Rogue Mentor Odd eased the pressure of the increasingly pressing scene.

Seeing all this, Xiao Yu also sighed with a lot of emotion.

Flames roar!

Fire Faredona didn't shout like he had just done, he waved the staff in his hand, and a red cloud slowly gathered in the sky, and the manic fire element scorched the air around him, and a heat wave rolled in.

"Stand back!" The necromancer made several melee classes retreat a little, but he didn't expect Redona to be able to cast such a strong killing area magic, and glanced at Redona, who was surprisingly silent next to him, and he hadn't said a word since Walkard appeared just now.

Despite his scruffiness, despite his lack of concealment, he was the most loyal friend of the thief mentor Odd, a friend of more than sixty years, and he felt Odd's pain.

The flames rained down like a torrential rain, covering an area of more than thirty yards in the distance, and sparks flew in all directions, engulfing hundreds of ghosttails in flames, which were baked into ashes in a terrible scream.

All the NPCs were unusually silent, and without saying a word, they all erupted into their own maximum damage, sweeping away the nearby monsters.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and Xiao Yu didn't say anything beside him, waiting quietly.

"It's almost dawn." Xiao Yu glanced at the sky, the sky was already a little white, and the real task was about to begin.

The NPCs have cleared out a lot of ghost monsters, but the number of ghost monsters has not decreased, but has increased dramatically.

Fire Faredona's right hand holding the staff trembled, and the roar of the flames ended, draining what little mana he had left, and Fire Faredona gasped heavily, staggered, sat down on the ground, and began to drink spring water to restore mana.

Most of the mages have already turned off their flames, and the most important dark witch has no mana, if it weren't for the skeleton soldiers and bone dragons who resisted the attack to the death, I'm afraid the NPCs would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

"Come here." The necromancer glanced at Xiao Yu and said.

Confirming that the necromancer was calling him, Xiao Yu walked over to the necromancer.

"The next task is up to you, you are the furthest of our chosen desealers so far. We'll take you to the entrance to the altar, and we're not sure what's going on inside. You get ready, it will take about five minutes to get you from here to the entrance of the altar, and in this time I will summon the bone demon, you have to follow. The necromancer said, with a rare hint of softness in his tone.

(To be continued)