However, the reason why Lev was able to get his wife to recklessly extract the blood of the entire territory for him was, of course, still have a more powerful bargaining chip. For example, he told his wife that he was creating a great spell that could extend human life almost as long as a god, and that if he succeeded, his wife would be the first beneficiary besides him, followed by their child - yes, their only son was dead, but he could bring the child back from the wasteland of mourning to his mother's arms.

In order to convince his wife of his every word, Lev was tolerant of his wife, even allowing her to ask questions and explain them to her in detail. Lev's wife was only the daughter of a baron, and the castle where she lived as a child did not have a resident mage, only a priest from Rosada. But this priest was not a very powerful white robe, his main job was to treat people when they were injured and to teach the little masters of the castle to read and write, and she had only occasionally heard a word or two about spellcasters at banquets, and she felt mysterious and seductive about them, and she was extremely happy to learn that she was going to marry a spellcaster. After the marriage, she and Lev did have a sweet and beautiful warm time, Lev also used to play some tricks to show her, and their children were planted at that time - she doesn't know when Lev became cold and distant, he was stranger like another person, a person who made this naïve girl neurotic, Depressed and jealous bastards, and then he raised his army, Mrs. Lev was sure of a little though she insisted that her husband was not to blame for those disasters.

Those people hadn't seen it, but she had seen it, those in black cloaks, limbs, hands and feet that were rotting to the bone, and they weren't human, and their territory couldn't recruit so many mercenaries, let alone knights, who were Lev's ancestors, and some soldiers and knights who followed them into battle and were buried around the mausoleum. They are brave and good at fighting, they are not afraid of death, they don't need food and potions, they don't have the compassion that ordinary people do, even babies die by their swords.

The knights in the castle were nothing more than a group of outlaws and their descendants hired by Lev to cover up his army of the dead, who would often unwind their cloaks and gallop around the ranks and disguise themselves as the leaders and knights of the army when the undead needed to negotiate with the living, but in reality they never participated in any battles, only picking up the scraps that Lev had discarded in the back like vultures. Just as a few of the Clenvo priests sensed something was wrong and were about to track them down, Lev's army of the undead suddenly collapsed, and the collapsed mountain that Lev summoned buried the bones deeply. Some of the mercenaries who were the living died, others returned here out of fear and nowhere else to go, but as time passed, these people felt that the necromancer might have given up on this place and did not know where to go, especially their children, who did not think that there was anything to be feared in this deserted castle, and they became arrogant and rude, not only unwilling to respect Madame Lev, but often made fun of her and her son.

Mrs. Lev had also confided in Lev angrily because of this, but the gray robe showed considerable tolerance, "Let them go." The necromancer said, "We are the ones who will stand on the highest place, and then you will find that they are so small that you can barely see them and remember them." ”

"I think I'll remember. Madame remembered that she had replied at the time, and she was sure that the first thing she would do when Lev had succeeded was to throw these arrogant lowly men into the grave while they were still alive. Maybe it was because of their offense, but more, she knew it well, because they were so young and so healthy, and they could even make the maids happy, the fat cat was the last to get pregnant, but not the first, but these lowly maids had become part of the mausoleum. She hated them, from the handmaidens who could have a healthy, surviving child, to the so-called knightly descendants who impregnated them, and her son, if still alive, would surely be more dazzling and stronger than they were, a noble knight who, from the beginning, was only worthy to prostrate at his feet and devoted himself to his loyalty, and not to use his tragic story as an ingredient for flirtation, as is the case now.

She reached out and stroked her son's face, and she could almost feel the soft fuzz, the warm, bouncy cheeks, and the chewing she used to have in her sleep, but she couldn't feel anything...... Maybe it was because she was too old, too sluggish to be no, Mrs. Lev put her hands on her face, her skin was stiff and cold from the long period of low temperature, yes, so her son was also cold to the touch, she frantically tucked her fingers into her skirt, rubbed it repeatedly, and thought of what she was now, ah, she was so old, old like a child's great-grandmother, and her child was still so young, would he not be able to recognize her because he saw her so old, and cried and screamedHow could she explain it? So many years have passed...... And his room, his little bed, his servant, his horse and dog, now only his room and furniture remained, every day she supervised the fat cat's careful cleaning, his servant died, his horse and dog also died, but it didn't matter, these could be repurchased, he would have a mother who would never leave him, and perhaps a strong and majestic father, who could live as dignified and carefree as an heir to the throne.

But why didn't his chest rise and fall in the slightest? And his nose, unable to exhale a little breath that could make the feathers tremble, the child's mother took out the talisman of the hampledony jade, a small silver mirror was the best, but she only had this now, fortunately the back of the talisman was silver, and because after a long time of rubbing, the surface was as smooth as an ice cube, Mrs. Lev carefully took it and handed it to the child's lips, but no, she waited for a long time, no, there was no white mist at all, there was only a small fluorite in the room illuminated, she squinted her eyes, no, she could not see anything。 She grabbed the child's arm, and clung to it with force that could almost break an iron fork, and her strength was so amazing that the arm actually fell—the fracture was so smooth that you could even see the fine stitching marks, and there was not a drop of blood, only a muddy and dirty liquid dripping on the ground.

"Lev!" the child's mother cried out in despair: "You lied to me!"

Her cries echoed through the empty room, and it sounded like countless people were repeating the phrase, and Lev had deceived her, and every time she saw the child, the child who seemed to sleep peacefully lying on the altar, had not changed at all, and he had not decayed like the other dead only because his father had done something to him.

If Lev had stood in front of this mother, perhaps he would have been completely torn apart by her, but when Mrs. Lev threw herself on the door, she found that the door had been securely locked: "Lev," She clenched her fists and pounded the heavy pine, because this was underground, and the air was damp and cold, so that the metal and wood were easy to rust and rot except for the rocks, but these doors were only harvested from the dense forest next to them by Mrs. Lev for the time of the tenant farmers, and the craftsmen also made the doors thick and heavy according to her instructions, inlaid with three iron frames, and the hinges and locks were made of black iron mixed with copper, not to mention that she was only a weak old man now, and even a strong knight might not be able to break through- She thought she had accidentally stretched out her fingers when she heard the scratching sound, and she didn't want her nails to hurt, but when she retracted her hand, she realized that she hadn't scratched the door with her fingers at all, so who made this sound?

She didn't want to look back and see if her child was still sitting in the chair, leaning her body, but a force forced her to turn away.

She let out a scream that she thought she would never be able to make again.

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"You see," said Gülen, "I said our trip was too easy. He lifted a chair in the room and threw it at the window, "Get out!"

A gargoyle trying to put its head into the window made a sound like a stone grinding, the chair couldn't throw out of the window, the window was too small, and there was an iron bar inserted in it, and now the iron bar was torn open by the gargoyle, but there were remnants of the roots, and the window used to only allow one person to stick out his head, and the chair was too old, the old one was about to grow mushrooms, Glenn was not surprised to see it shattered on the wall, and could only say that he wiped the moss off the gargoyle with the flying shards.

But this apparently angered the gargoyle even further, and the guys, who were supposed to serve as a drain, opened their mouths and bared their fangs menacingly, and the thief shook his head slightly, thanking the generous master, who had a mouth full of stainless steel teeth, the tips of which were slightly bent like barbs, and it is conceivable that if he were bitten by it, it would not be a matter of missing a piece or two of insignificant flesh.

The gargoyle's claws slammed into the outer wall of the fortress with a thud, and the loose weathered façade made its claws slip, given how heavy it was, and soon the overwhelmed stone decided to abandon the family and return to the earth, and the shadow of the window shook suddenly, but you would be wrong to think that it would just give up, since the thieves had not been able to hear the loud sound it made when it fell to the ground, they began to try to shove the only hard thing in the room into the window- It was a multi-branch black iron lampstand hanging in the middle of the roof beam, but he couldn't touch the window with it before a claw came in and flew out.

"Yes, you have wings," Gülen still grabbed the lampstand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was ready to fall against the wall, no fatal or action-threatening injuries, but his teeth had bitten his tongue - and by this time, the gargoyle had fully extended its claws into the window, waving wildly in the air, as hot as the skirt of Reverend Flo's dance.

The gargoyle began to try to reach into his head and half a shoulder when he realized that he couldn't claw them, and the stone on the edge of the window creaked as it squeaked - "It's a shame, you're obviously a little overweight!" Glenn shouted, but the good news came and went as fast as it came, and the man who built the fortress did not seem to have expected that one day his spill would come and drill his window, and the stone bricks around the window would soon come loose, and the gargoyle cleverly raised his claws, pierced into the gap, and easily pulled out a stone brick, and then another, and probably a few times, and it would be able to burrow all the bodies above its wings.

"That's unfair," the thief muttered to himself, "that a guy like this shouldn't be wise." ”

He glanced at the gnome in the corner, and if the gargoyle pulled out two more stone bricks, he would open the latch to let the zombies outside, and at least his dagger would work, though at the most basic, anyway. But a gargoyle, even if you could chop it into a thousand pieces and not find the core, would still put itself together - but then he noticed that the gnome who wanted to go to the kitchen for a late-night snack was chased by several zombies and ran all the way back suddenly stopped, and he looked over with his dagger, just behind the painted reliquary, where the gnome was busy snapping a small arrow that looked as fat and short as he was into the crossbow.

"Tell me this isn't your average crossbow. Glenn said that his silent appearance behind the gnome scared McGee into the literal leap of the word.

"It's not ordinary," said the dwarf, "it's a burst bolt," and the thief's action of reaching out to help him snap the bolt into it caused McGee to scream again, which nearly ruined Glenn's eardrums: "The bottomless abyss is below," the thief grumbled, "Do you have to wait until I'm with you to start screaming?"

"It's dangerous. McGee wiped his fingers on his underwear, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and it was then that Glenn realized that this crossbow arrow was very special, and its body was actually a small glass bottle, which contained a little sticky ...... Liquid, the exact color was unrecognizable even Gülen in this dim light.

"It explodes when you touch it. McGee said, "This." He tried several more times, but he still couldn't get stuck.

At this moment, with a bang, half of the wall collapsed entirely. (To be continued.) )