"You know a lot."

Lan Shuying casually praised him.

The vampire still half of his face was hidden, and a pair of blood-red gem eyes stared at her tightly above the handkerchief, so focused, as if looking through the bone bird at the manipulator behind it.

Lan Shuying was not very comfortable with him.

And, she began to wonder about the vampire's motives.

After all, it was this guy himself, he was originally watching the excitement in the gladiatorial arena, and it is estimated that he left because he felt that the rookies pecked each other boringly, and happened to bump into the scene where she and the little boy in the tavern blackmailed the news......

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Although the life span of the undead is not infinite, it is also very long, so some of the undead are obsessed with learning all kinds of knowledge, some of them devote their enthusiasm to their profession, and some of them will find all kinds of fun for themselves because of boredom.

She is, most likely, the source of pleasure in the eyes of the other party.

"You're too vigilant, you don't have to be like this at all, we belong to the same camp and come from the same homeland...... I mean, we can try to make friends, why don't we find a place to have a drink? I'm in for a treat. The vampire said with a smile and crooked eyes.

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief.

"No need, I still have business."

Lan Shuying flapped her wings and prepared to fly towards the coffin in the field.

The vampire didn't have those exaggerated black feather light effects this time, this race was naturally sensitive, and he stood in front of her in a flash, and pulled down his handkerchief in the smell of rancidity as if he were dead, which can be said to show great sincerity.

He lamented, "Don't do that, friend, your success has made me doubt my own charms." ”

Lan Shuying said lightly: "If you continue to delay time, you will never see this beautiful face again, do you want to try?" ”

The vampire froze.

He belongs to a race that is fully face-controlled, it's okay to fight, but it's definitely not okay to slap your face! Her threat happened to hit the soft underbelly, and whether it was true or not, he didn't want to risk his handsome face.

"Uh, okay, okay."

He got out of the way.

"So...... I sincerely hope that you can come with me for a drink when you're done? To tell you the truth, I have a personal commission, and I need the assistance of a necromancer of your level who has the ability to manipulate you, and the reward is ......"

Lan Shuying listened.

Instinctively, she didn't want to do the business, so she didn't answer, and just passed him.

When the gladiatorial wrestlers saw her, they did not stop her, probably because the bone bird was too small to snatch the bet from the coffin; Or maybe they're used to the undead coming to visit.

The latter is more likely.

What's the hurry? When this dumb little guy comes over to see it clearly, he will naturally leave. It's like...... Like the necromancers who were deceived before.

The gladiatorial wrestlers looked at each other and laughed tacitly.

Lan Shuying graciously stopped on the lid of the coffin.

The coffin is open, and a transparent film of water is pasted on it, which will not prevent outsiders from seeing Gordon's remains, and has the effect of blocking odors.

Gordon died an ugly death.

Ignoring the burns and whiplashes for the time being, the dense red spots on his body alone made people feel nauseous, and the dense phobia was estimated to be unbearable for two seconds.

Lan Shuying glanced at the wizard on the stage, knowing that this must be the witch's handiwork, because the wizard is plant-based, and the energy entangled in Gordon's body happens to be this attribute.

The small scars on his body were mostly from thorny plants.

Lan Shuying can imagine:

An adult man is held in the air by vines, and the spikes pierce his skin, inch by inch, cutting countless tiny holes in his internal organs until he suffocates to death—this is the truth of the so-called "violent death".

On one side are ordinary civilians who killed their adopted daughters, and on the other hand, there are high-level wizards supported by the natural school. The City Lord's Mansion is not stupid, of course he knows which one to give up. I guess they didn't expect that after throwing Gordon's corpse, they would actually lead to this incident.

Lan Shuying, who had just heard the truth of the matter, just wanted to say:

Comparison is harmful!

In the ancient castle, Jin Wu came to Lan Shuying's side and asked, "How is it, is this this person?" ”

Lan Shuying sensed for a moment and replied, "I didn't feel it." ”

She ran for nothing.

Gordon can't activate Evil Eater, so that's not the person she's looking for.

But she was also mentally prepared - this is not, then go and see the single lazy man on the beach. If not, she would go to the tavern and ask the little boy again.

She vaguely felt that the child's hesitation at that time was not because Gordon was dead, but because he knew other people who were eligible, but he was reluctant to mention it.

Jin Crow scratched his head: "Yes, why didn't I see it?" That little guy, who seems to be quite well-behaved, has been frightened by you, so he probably won't lie. ”

Lan Shuying said with a smile: "Yes, he doesn't dare to lie to me, but he can choose to hide it." ”

Jin Crow snorted, thinking, if this is the case, what kind of death must it be?

Anyway, go to the beach first.

As soon as Lan Shuying made her next plan, she found that the vampire was looking at her attentively over there, just for that private commission?

It's heart-wrenching.

Lan Shuying didn't hesitate to control the bone bird and flew away from the other exit.

The vampire was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to doubt his charm, he chased after him again!

At this time, behind him, the two people on the stage recovered part of their magic power at the same time, the big move was not enough, the small move was still okay, I saw that the witch was dragged up to the sky by a white bone chain and then fell to the ground, listening to the sound is obviously broken.

The necromancer was wounded even more, giant thorns piercing the ground from his feet and wrapping around him like snakes, not only did the tangled bones make a tooth-aching sound, but the thorns were still trying to arch inside him.

Not surprisingly, he will die the same way as Gordon in the coffin.

The necromancers below stood up one after another.

From their expressionless faces, it was really impossible to tell whether they wanted to stop this atrocity, or whether they wanted to take revenge while the mage was not dead.

"Ahem...... The wizard spat out a bloody tooth and gasped, "I won, this time...... It's me winning again. ”

It can be seen that in this war of "other people's children", male witches are usually at an advantage.

The necromancer was so angry that he stared at him, desperately struggling regardless of life and death, it didn't matter if he didn't have magic power, he still had fists, he was going down to beat people!

"Ouch, isn't this the little Ati of the Morey family, who has been beaten like this......" A soft voice with a smile came into the ears of everyone present.

The "group of relatives and friends" on the necromancer's side changed their faces, as if they had encountered a nemesis, they used various methods to rush to the door, teleportation, shadow illusions, accelerated magic seals, and some even blew up a corpse puppet in order to leave early!

They clearly haven't seen the owner of the voice yet!

The wizards on the other side were confused, and suddenly a trembling voice said, "Lich ......"

The voice paused, and said with a smile: "Yo, what an insightful friend, what should I reward you...... Why don't we give you a wither? ”

The voice echoed in the audience, and the cold death energy suddenly exploded around the wizard!

As he put it, it was a real withering.

First, he restrained the wizard's body with ice, and he could still roll with only his eyes, frightened and desperate, but still tried to ask his companions for help.

Then, as the crowd heard the ice crack rhythmically into an eerie tune, the wizard had already begun to give up on himself, and he knew very well what was going to happen next—

The ice was falling, and in the middle it was mixed with something that shouldn't be there, sometimes a fine hair, sometimes an ear.

The companions finally reacted.

There are wizards who study life and try to instill magic in him, but in the face of that rich death air, it is only a drop in the bucket.

The moment the death melody ended, the two eyeballs rolled to the ground and flicked twice, and only then did the wizard's soul float up from his body, and his expression maintained the extreme horror and torture that he had before his death.

"Yo...... It's a pity, such a pure soul, I can only let you die...... Little friend, do you want to join our undead, if you want to, you can blink? ”

The witch was so desperate that he didn't immediately go to the next reincarnation point, but pounced on the mysterious visitor.

The wizards present were all furious, and they gathered their magic and prepared to entertain this bastard with the best of moves, no matter who he was!

A mysterious visitor reaches out of the darkness with a hand.

Pale, dead and inelastic, but it's too beautiful to find a blemish.

This hand grasped the witch's spirit.

"Don't you want to? …… That's a shame. ”

The other party chuckled twice and clenched suddenly!

With a muffled sound, the soul exploded in his hand, exploding into a blur in his palm. He tore off a layer of skin carelessly, and the palm under it was still white and beautiful without flaws.

"Come on, attack me, I want to test Adelaide and see if you are qualified to stay in the Natural School......"

Adelaide, the long-lost King of Wizards.

If Lan Shuying was here, she would probably think that she was another person who was at the same time as the old wizard...... If the witch Ossie could still speak, she should know who he is.

The man finally walked out.

A handsome face that immediately reminded all the wizards of his name.

The nightmare printed on their textbooks......

Mad Lich – Meredith Nat!

"Little Ati, are you afraid of me too? I don't remember when you were young, you snatched my little boy's toys, haha, I am so glad that you can make him angry! I gave you more and better toys, but you never came to our house again......"

On the stage, the giant thorns and bone chains have all vanished due to the loss of magical support.

Thanks to the intervention of the mad lich, the necromancer saved his life, but he didn't seem happy at all, but shivered.

Speaking of toys, he certainly remembers......

He saw the little boy next door practicing communicating with the corpse, and out of a child's troublesome nature, he asked the little boy to be lured away, hid the corpse in his garden, and then ...... The next day, he was woken up by the stench, because the garden was littered with corpses of varying degrees of decay!

"yes, I'm sorry......"

"It's okay, kid, you don't have to apologize to me." Meredith, seeing no fear in him, walked up to the coffin as if no one was around.

Rather bizarrely, he reached out and stroked the edge of the coffin, which happened to be where the bone bird had stayed.

"Familiar taste...... There are some new changes. ”

Meredith pondered for a moment, and suddenly was surprised: "Is it my little boy, he was actually replaced?" ”

The necromancer's pupils shrank, wasn't that ......

He didn't dare to say anything.

"He doesn't seem to like the material,......" Meredith said disgustedly, looking at Gordon behind the water film, "who would like it to be so ugly?" ”

A cold aura spread from the hem of his clothes.

In front of everyone's eyes, the coffin, and even Gordon inside, were all corroded by that yin qi, and the whole process only took half a minute, leaving only a few stupid gladiatorial wrestlers and a puddle of stinky liquid in place.

Meredith may have been affected by what he had just discovered, and after doing this, he didn't bother the other wizards anymore, but left directly.

The witches are indescribably in their mood at this moment, they have picked up a life from a strong man who is second only to the seven deadly sins, but they have also lost a companion forever! The resentment is not extinguished, the fear is not stopped, who would have thought that such an accident would be encountered, and who should they blame?

Is it the necromancer on the strange stage?

Looking at his tragic situation, and thinking of what Meredith just said, it is obvious that this is also a lucky victim, and even makes some people feel subtle sympathy in their hearts.

The necromancer threw himself on the ground and coughed up a ball of blood, "Here, give a piece of advice...... The farther away from here, the better! ”

It was as if he was speaking to himself.

If it weren't for the amplification circle in the gladiatorial arena, the audience would not have heard what he said.

"Brian is dead, Nat, ahem, the last descendant of the Nat, ha...... He's going to go crazy, and the Lich Emperor can't stop him. ”

Recalling what he had witnessed as a child, how much Meredith loved that child, and how crazy he should have been.

A chill ran through the necromancer's back, he should run too, never be in the same place as Meredith again!

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The scenery on the north coast has always been good.

The bone bird flew against the sea breeze, and it took more strength, Lan Shuying temporarily interrupted the small talk with the golden crow, concentrating on controlling the body. The breath of the undead was enough to scare off the seagulls, but she didn't think it was a good thing.

Ever since a large number of undead people had been stationed nearby, the air had become extremely cold, and the wind occasionally mixed with a faint smell of rancidity.

If the real Brian was here, would it feel like a fish in water?

Lan Shuying arrived at her destination in a cranky mind.

It was a sunny day, and through the big hole in the roof, she saw a scruffy man, lying under the not very warm sun's rays, snoring, dragging rotten cotton wool in his hands.

She only glanced at it and went home.

The second option given by Vito still failed to wake up the evil eater.

Maybe she should go see the first person, the lazy man who went bankrupt and turned beggar.