At midnight, many gangsters dressed in black suddenly appeared in the area of Black Thorn Street in the Karlow Dock District, guarding the streets at various intersections, patrolling silently like wolves, stopping all passers-by who tried to move in a certain direction, whether it was a drunk dock worker, a waiter returning home from work, or a traveler who wanted to drop off at night. There are probably two reasons for this efficiency, one is their faces, which are recognized by those who live in the docks, they are the elite of the gangsters, and the other is that the blades in their hands are not iron weapons to scare ordinary people, and the blades that have drunk blood and slaughtered living beings will always have a chilling trace of blood.

This is a reminder for anyone with sanity to stay away.

Everyone in the dock area knows that the past two days have not been peaceful, the main reason is that the boss of the Stern Casino, Wesker, was killed for some reason, leaving behind the casino and the camp industry of several streets, allowing the wolves who have lost their head to fight and fight, from the news of Wesker's death to the present, in just seven or eight hours, more than a dozen death fights have broken out in various parts of the dock area, from the second boss of the casino, Haru, to the robbery of other families, countless people and families have become sacrifices to re-cut the cake, In addition to the hustle and bustle of other neighborhoods, there were also the cries of women and the wails of the dying.

It was the most chaotic and noisy time in the docklands, but in the distance, just a few streets away, it was as dead as a cemetery, and the swordsmen who had quietly appeared were silently guarding the place. Straight down the road behind them is the freight warehouse area of Minster Docks, and in the neat rows of imposing warehouse rooms. There is a piercing ruin.

A warehouse collapsed and turned into ruins, and ordinary people must have thought that it was a helpless disaster when they saw this ruin, perhaps termites had eaten away the pillars, or the foundation was not well laid, or the flour stacked in the warehouse was accidentally thrown to the ground during the process. And some poor reckless creature decides to smoke a cigarette and calm down after making a mistake - but an experienced professional can sense something else from the elemental fluctuations in the air, and they will understand. The warehouse was destroyed in a terrible battle, because the tide of magic that could not be quelled contained the last curses and wails of the defeated.

A fragile figure appeared like a ghost, his body trembling. It seems that it can fall down at any time. He walked slowly around the ruins with a staff on his hand, and everyone who saw him at first glance could immediately tell that he was a necromancer, for the staff in his hand was made of pure white bone, the body of which was connected by nine tibia and tibia, and the head of the staff was a skull with a wide open mouth, biting a blood-colored orb. On either side of the staff, two strings of small skeletons hung down - a lonely aesthetic except for the necromancer. Looking at the north and south of Noren, exhaustively studying the universe inside and outside, only the beast shaman who is good at singing and dancing in the north can fight.

And this staff is enough to make all the clergy draw their swords against each other regardless of the reason.

Because this staff, which is about the height of an eyebrow, is composed of nine complete tibia and arm bones.

On either side of the staff-headed skull, there are two small strings of skeletons.

As long as magic remains, there will never be a shortage of mages who have sunk into the forbidden realm.

The three major mage kingdoms all have special scavenger troops to strangle the dark mages who break the taboo, the druids have the least traitors, the necromancers have the most evil ways to shoot inside, and the elemental mages are in the middle, the reason is obvious - when the necromancy is abused unchecked, it will soon cause catastrophic consequences, so the death kingdom that knows this matter has never spared no effort to strangle the fallen who have touched the taboo, no mercy, no future troubles, if this old necromancer is exposed, with only this staff, It would attract the Shadow Blade Force to chase after him endlessly, but he still showed up with a swagger.

"My disciple...... He's dead. His voice was low and hoarse, like a bellows sounding hoarsely, and he stretched out his wizened right hand, groping for something in the air, "There is no trace of a large spell being activated, the enemy is very experienced, and he is well disguised, he knocked Mosa down in air combat, and then subdued him with only mage martial arts, forcing Mosa to blow himself up without any damage...... According to the knowledge I gave to Mosa, he must have completely fallen into the disadvantage of the shadow assassination in close combat, so he had to rise into the air to defend against the enemy, but he still lost, and the two directions he was best at were suppressed by the other party, and the person who killed him must have a more formal and systematic academy education, damn the mage academy, the hypocrite who grew up in the greenhouse actually killed my disciple, my ......"

His voice gradually became smaller and quieter, as if he was sad for the deceased student, but soon, his voice returned to normal, meaningless grief was meaningless, and revenge was the best consolation for the dead: "From the testimony of eyewitnesses, it can be seen that the person who killed Mosa had extraordinary skills in spellcasting, and he had reached a certain level of comprehension of empty magic and fire magic, and was good at elemental magic...... On the whole, it's very likely to be a little bastard from the Mage Federation, oh, they call this kind of continent-wide operation 'traveling', nosy bastard, this is the starting point of your death......"

The necromancer laughed grimly, and the undead aura that had solidified around his body suddenly surged, and the temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and in a short time, the ground was covered with a layer of dead white frost, but soon, his laughter stopped, because he remembered the sound of noisy footsteps, and three up and down wails begging for mercy.

"Before you draw conclusions, I have new discoveries." A gentle and steady voice sounded from behind, and the old but elegant face revealed from the darkness, and if the high people of Callo City were here, they would surely exclaim loudly, because this face was very familiar to them, he belonged to the Marquis's Court, he was the right-hand man of Lord Cambra, and the old butler who was famous in the noble circles of the Saber Province with his always proper wording and the nose that could distinguish all the vintages of wine in the four hundred years of the empire without tasting or watching.

He was followed by six people, two by two. Clamping down on three ordinary people who screamed loudly for mercy.

If Sigma was here, he would have recognized it, and this was when he and Benny were shopping. The drunks who had been slightly frightened by him by saying bad things about him and questioning the majesty of the Great Demon King behind his back were obviously ordinary people, but the instincts of the creatures gave them a certain premonition of horror - the eerie and cold environment, the thin old man hidden in the gray robes, and the invisible eyes that faintly stared at them from under the hood, which looked at them like pigs and sheep.

"What's going on?" The old necromancer said coldly, "What did I miss? ”

"It's really lucky." The old butler was still smiling. "We don't know much about the mysterious mage who killed Mosa, but we got a crucial clue during the interrogation: he had hung out in the docks with a small character named Benny in the docks. It can be said that the key to how to confirm his identity and location lies in that Benny. ”

The necromancer looked up suddenly, and the moonlight reflected his face hidden under the hood. An irrepressible exclamation of exclamation came from the mouths of the three drunks. There was a faint smell of feces and urine, it was a wrinkled pale face, and in stark contrast to the pale complexion, it was a pair of bright red eyes, which were neither beautiful nor charming, and the only word that could describe it was evil, extreme evil. It is full of life, sin and deprivation.

So people vaguely knew that it was not too cold on this night. Where does the bone-chilling chill that constantly erodes the whole body come from?

The necromancer hissed, "Where's that Benny?" Get him! I'm going to interrogate him personally! ”

The old housekeeper took a long time and said: "White Rose Crown Hotel, Benny hid there, and never came out again, he is a dog raised by the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, if you dare to do it, go in and arrest people yourself." ”

Phoenix Chamber of Commerce.

This name seemed to have unimaginable magical power, and even silenced the necromancer who was as full of killing intent as ice, and after a long time, he said coldly: "In any case, it is not appropriate to clash head-on with the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, but I can wait, I don't believe that he can hide in it for a lifetime." ”

"So, it's really lucky, you don't have to wait for that Benny to come out." The old butler laughed and pointed to the three drunks who had almost fainted, "That genius mage is really unlucky, or rather, young people are always young and vigorous, I occasionally passed by a tavern when I was researching materials, and I heard these three people bragging and farting inside, they kept saying that they had passed Benny and a young mage in the afternoon, and because they had spoken a few more words, they had been taught by the self-respecting mage, my old friend, the way the mage taught people must be very interesting." ……”

The butler chuckled under his breath, "They heard the screams of the undead that almost shattered their souls. ”

The crimson light in the necromancer's eyes suddenly burst tenfold.

After a long time, he laughed ruefully, and his voice was like a demon crying: "Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha, I didn't expect that my only favorite disciple was killed by a necromancer like me, is this retribution?" Is it the Father's punishment for me? I'm ...... I'm ...... Hahahahaha......ha

Immediately, he stared at the three drunks like hungry wolves, he stretched out his fingers, and drew a green rune in an instant, accompanied by the chanting of a few short syllables, and the invisible sound waves suddenly spread, and then the ears of the three drunks rang out with the same terrible howl as it had been in the afternoon, and the sound did not seem like the mischievous taste, but became more and more furious, towing and crushing their souls over and over again, causing them to struggle, scream, roll, and wail, first to the ears, then to the brains, Then there was flesh and bones all over the body, and every inch of the body echoed with a ghostly howl that could shatter the soul......

The necromancer looked at the three people who were rolling on the ground, and hissed and laughed: "Haha, the intimidation is terrifying, it can make people hear the echoes of the River Styx, the mid-level curse spell, what a young man with strong vanity and amazing talent, if I remember correctly, it seems that a mid-level necromancer casting this spell needs longer chanting and complicated gestures...... Even to scare a few drunks, do you have to use this spell through complex casting and chanting? What a laughable junior! Yes, only an academic mage like you, who was born in an academy and can learn valuable knowledge that no one else can access in his lifetime, have this disgusting vanity and idleness, and it is this stupid practice that makes you expose your hole cards and information, and I will soon find you, and then, defeat you, end you, take revenge on you, torture you, ruin you, and sue you, those disgusting dogmas and useless knowledge learned in the academy will only become thorns that bind you, Necromancers are allies of time, messengers of death, and should not be bound by any of the living worlds! ”

The laughter finally turned into an irrepressible killing intent: "Let me teach you how to fight a necromancer!" ”

With a sinister grin, he stretched out his scrawny hand to the drunks who were screaming in despair.

Facing the people who shouted "Don't kill me, I'll say anything", the necromancer responded with a sinister smile.

So, of course, he didn't know that the young mage who had scared a few drunks with the magical effect of "intimidating and terrifying" was not actually using elaborate chanting and gestures.

And just looking back and looking. (To be continued......)