Eric was lifted up and carried to the face of the black-robed skeleton.

In the darkness of the night, Eric faced a terrifying scene, his pupils constricted, and he was about to let out an instinctive cry of fear.

But for some reason, Eric opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

It doesn't seem that scary.

On the immature face, it looks unusually calm.

In this way, Eric was carried by the tall black-robed skeleton and walked towards Bansereen.

Soon, Eric saw a man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

When Ban Sairen saw Eric, a look of surprise instantly appeared on his face.

He stood up from the ground suddenly, unconsciously opened his hands, and the gaze in his eyes was expectant and clear: "It's still a child!"

"I seem to have found a very good student......

Banseren reached out his hands and took Eric from the black-robed skeleton's hands.

Eric remained motionless, with no intention of resisting.

Eric saw it very clearly, and he knew that he didn't have any capital to resist in front of this man and this strange skeleton.

If you force something to do, I'm afraid you may be killed on the spot.

"This kid does have the potential to become a necromancer......

Banserrin looked at Eric, who was unusually calm, and the sense of anticipation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

In fact, becoming a necromancer is not an easy thing to do.

Other mages all manipulate the power of the natural elements, and when their own talents are extremely close to the power of the natural elements, they can become extraordinary mages through deliberate guidance or even unintentional self-exploration.

But necromancers are different from this otherworldly class that uses living beings as carriers of their powers. Converting life energy into necromantic energy, and confronting the forces of nature to some extent, can be regarded as the flip of the aphasia.

To become a necromancer, what is required is not the sensitivity and fit of the transcendent elements, but the degree of immunity to the necromantic mana itself.

People who have not become the talent of a necromancer will be gradually eaten away by this life-corrosive energy when facing the power of a necromancer. Even if they are told the method of becoming a necromancer, they will still be consumed by this energy.

Only those who are naturally immune to necromantic mana will have the qualifications to become necromancers. But there are very few people with this qualification, so it is quite difficult to become a necromancer. Even among the transcendents, necromancers are a fairly rare group.

The necromancy spell cast by Ban Sairen just now caused the entire people of Fandoutun to be shrouded in necromantic mana. Although it would take two hours for Ban Sairen's spell to be completed, at this time, their vitality had begun to be slowly eroded.

Eric was different, he broke free from the fatigue of the secret necromantic mana, and even felt the heat all over his body.

"What's your name, kid?"

Banserren stroked Eric's head and whispered.

It's just that his thin face, pale skin and deep-set eye sockets make him look a little oozing in the night.

"My name is Eric. ”

Eric looked directly into Banserain's eyes, and there was still no emotional fluctuation in his clear eyes.

Ban Serren saw the calm Eric and grinned slightly, revealing white and even cold teeth.

This child seems to have been born to become a necromancer.

Necromancers are not like other transcendents and mystics, and they have high requirements for extraordinary talents. It only requires that the professional be immune to the erosion of necromantic mana, and the promotion of necromancers depends more on the spirit of persistent exploration and the diligent study of living beings. This group is more like paranoid scientists.

"Would you like to be my student?"

Bansereen suddenly remembered the first time he took a book and taught the children of the nobility.

It was the most memorable moment of his life, and now he has the joy of imparting knowledge.

"This requires the Baron's consent. ”

Eric thought for a moment, then responded to Bansereen.

"Lord Baron?"

Ban Sairen was stunned for a moment, he didn't think for a while that this little boy who planted the tun could have any connection with the noble baron.

"The Baron you're talking about, is it Willy Ferren?"

Ban Sairen seemed to remember something, he had read similar information before coming to the Northwest Frontier.

It seems that the young baron named Willy Pheren seems to have made his fortune in a place called Fandoutun.

"That's right, it's Willy Ferren!"

Suddenly, a strange man's voice came from Banserean's ears.

Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of sharp sword qi breaking through the air roaring to his side, and it seemed that in the next moment, he would be able to cut himself in half.

But Ban Sairen didn't have any worries, but was a little surprised: "Big knight?"

Bang.

I saw the black-robed skeleton beside Ban Sai Ren, and his figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed directly behind Ban Sai Ren.

He waved one sleeve, and the white bone palm flipped in an instant, and a bone knife suddenly popped out on the white bone forearm.

The bone knife was joined to its bones, with a silvery-white metallic sheen on it.

With a wave of the bone knife in its hand, it directly shattered the flying frost sword qi.

"Lord Baron?"

At this time, Eric had already seen Willy approaching from the darkness.

At this time, Willy, holding the cross sword that Eric had built and given him with his own hands, approached Bansereen step by step.

"You're Willy Ferron, the Baron of White Bear?"

At this time, Bansera turned around and also saw Willy approaching.

He thought about it, and guessed the approximate identity of Willy.

He casts a frost fighting spirit, so he won't be a member of the Knights of Light. Moreover, the Holy Light Knights would not send such a young genius knight to act alone in such a dangerous mission.

Thinking of Willy's age and the information he had received before, he concluded that Willy's identity was identified.

"Your Excellency Banshire Rennes. ”

There was a fierce and undisguised murderous intent in Willy's eyes.

As he approached Fandoutun, Willy had sensed that it had been enveloped in a mana he had never seen before.

This mana exudes a sense of evil and corrosion, as if standing on the opposite side of life.

Although he is only a junior mage, judging from the texture structure of mana fluctuations, this necromancer is casting a group necromancy spell on Fandoutun, if it weren't for Vilia's dream foreshadowing, he came by himself, maybe after some time, Fandoutun would have experienced the most terrifying thing.

This kind of behavior is still intolerable to Willy.

In the current Fandoutun, there are his parents, as well as old Yoel and other former subordinates. In the face of this kind of person who wants to hurt them, Willy will naturally not be merciful.

Willy clenched his sword tightly, ready to launch a deadly attack on the necromancer.

But at this time, he didn't dare to act rashly, because by Banselren's side, Eric was there.

Although he had secretly heard about Ban Sairen's desire to accept Eric as a student just now, he was not sure if the battle between the two would affect Erik.

"Eric, kid, you go back to bed first. ”

But to Willy's surprise, the necromancer seemed to be worried about Eric's safety.

"Eric, go back. ”

Willy also said to Eric.

Eric glanced first at Willy, then at Banselren, and finally silently walked towards the courtyard of the Faeron family.

In fact, he really wanted to help the Baron defeat the enemy together, but he also knew very well that he was not Coulson or Volibell, and to stay here was to get rid of the Baron's hind legs.

"What an obedient child......"

Banseren muttered to himself, a smile on his lips.

He looked at Willy brick-headed, the softness in his eyes slowly replaced by indifference.

Bansai Renne sensed the killing intent in Willy's body.

"Up!"

Ban Sairen suddenly gave an order.

The black-robed skeleton instantly rushed towards Willy, and without any hesitation, the sharp bone knife slashed into the void, bursting out with black sword qi.

But this sword qi is not a fighting qi, but a necromantic mana.

At the same time, Bansereen brandished his white bone staff, and black balls of light appeared around him, bursting out of bone arrows and dark fireballs tainted with the power of necromancy.

These are the most basic spells of the necromancer.

In the face of Ban Sairen's attack, Willy's expression did not change at all.

At the same time as the fighting energy in his body was churning, in his body, the power of justice also surged instantly.

It's only two ticks of power, but it's enough to negate the magic damage of those basic spells.

"The power of justice! He's the hanged man!"

Originally, Ban Sairen still looked calm and relaxed, although he was a little injured, but the necromancer faced a young junior knight, he still had a great deal of confidence in solving Willy.

But when Willy's identity as the hanged man was revealed, he had a feeling of surprise.

Although he was only at the level of the second quarter, in this power of justice, he had a fear from the depths of his soul.

The power of justice is the nemesis of all malicious forces.

"Can a hanged man become a noble lord?"

Ban Sairen's original indifference was put away, and in its place was the power of suppressed necromancy.

The current Ban Sai Rennes just wants to get rid of Willy as quickly as possible.

The power of justice that belonged to the hanged man really made him feel frightened and disgusted.

"Damn hanged man, die!"

Bansayren swung his staff of bones, and necromantic power surged from his side towards the black-robed skeleton.

Click!

I saw that the black-robed skeleton swelled and rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly shattering the black-robed skeleton on its body.