"Russ Allen, why am I so unsurprised?"

In the cemetery, there are naturally caretakers, and even if there are no people who steal corpses in the past, there are still people who need to be guarded.

Chris and Mordo followed the typhoon signal to the house that guarded the cemetery, a wooden house.

There is no light in the house, and the whole house seems to be hidden in the night, giving people an eerie feeling.

Then, the door was opened, and a man stepped out of it.

A man who didn't look like a cemetery caretaker at all, it was a tall and stout man in a decent suit.

Coming out of the cemetery, his whole body twisted and his head turned, transmitting the crunch of bones.

"Mordo, long time no see!"

The person who came took the initiative to call Mordo, as if he was very familiar with Mordo.

Mordo also looked at the Russ Allen he called with a very complicated expression, although he didn't want to believe it in his heart, but the appearance of the other party was indeed expected by him.

Because he knows the Russ Allen in front of him.

Mordo traveled around the globe on missions except for the Asian country, and he also made some friends.

This Russ Allen is.

"You know?" Chris looked at the Russ in front of him, and no matter how he looked at it, he thought that he was the person in the morgue in the plot of the movie, the one who had always claimed that death was not deceived.

However, in Chris's perception, the other party is a little weak, and it is indeed a bit weak when compared to his own strength.

"Russ Allen was the victim of a paranormal event, and when he learned about the Templars, he wanted to become a Templar mage, but he had no mystical talents. It's not just the Templar mage's talent, it's none else. ”

"Because of the injuries he had suffered during the supernatural event, his mind was a little distorted, and I was responsible for correcting his distorted three views at that time. In the process, we became good friends. ”

"But what I didn't know was that his twisted mind was not saved at all, but became more depressed, more hidden, and even I didn't notice it. ”

"When I went to see him again, he was gone. Unexpectedly, he really became a necromancer. ”

"He used to say when he was drunk that he wanted to be a magician, no matter what kind of magician he was. It would be nice to be able to get him out of fragility and make him strong. ”

Speaking of this, Mordo looked at the place with complicated eyes and expressions, which seemed to be unfamiliar expressions, but there was a little unbearable and disappointed in them.

Russ Allen's expression was disdainful, "As a noble magician, you naturally don't know the pain of our ordinary people. ”

He pointed to his body and said, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all! But I'm old, I've got cancer, I'm failing my organs." At that time, where were you? Where were you? You didn't understand at all, you didn't understand at all, you didn't understand my pain. ”

"There's no way, there's no way, I can only choose a path that doesn't have to die, even if it becomes rotten and ugly, I don't care. ”

As she spoke, Russ Allen's tone grew higher and higher, then flattened again, and finally regained her composure.

"You see, how good this body is, no disease, strong, healthy. Moreover, I now have a talent, a talent for death, and I have become a true magician!"

"I will say goodbye to death forever!"

Mordo slowly pulled his baguette from behind his back, "So, in order to obtain a mysterious talent, in order to escape death, you killed hundreds of people and became that rancid necromancer who lives with death?"

Once a year, each event is a major accident, causing a large number of human casualties.

"Without the gift of death, I can only play some tricks, which are of no use to me, only real magic can save me. ”

"I know the abilities of your temple mages, so I deliberately used realistic physical methods to achieve my goals, but I didn't expect you to chase after you. ”

Mordo shook his head, "You shouldn't have caused this speedway accident in Detroit?" ”

Listening to the words alone seemed to be feeling sorry for the other party, but Mordo's tone did not mean this at all, but was full of a sense of justice.

Russ shook her head, "Talent remodeling requires at least four Death Talent Souls, and I don't have the time, and if I can't reshape my Death Talent, my body won't last long." ”

Listening to the dialogue and chatter between Mordulas and the two, Chris plucked out his ears, and there was always a sense of déjà vu of a bloody plot of a movie.

Chris knew early on that he was doing what was on his own, even though Russ's things sounded pathetic, as if he couldn't help it.

Perhaps behind him, there is a deeper enemy. After all, the necromancer is an existence that everyone shouts about, and the inheritance is definitely not easy to obtain.

Russ was able to follow the path of a necromancer, and there must be someone else behind it.

However, none of this is related to him, and Chris is not interested in the story and the inside story, since he is now a member of the Templar Mage, he should do what belongs to the Templar Mage.

It is only right to solve the other party as soon as possible.

"Do you want me to do it?"

Chris glanced at Russ and asked Mordo next to him, who responded with a shake of his head, "I'll figure it out myself." ”

Looking at the other person, "Russ, you're on the wrong path, let me help you, right?"

"Help, help me die?" Russ's words were full of mockery, "it's not without merit to be friends with you, at least I know what kind of beings the Templar mages are. ”

"So, goodbye!"

As the other party's words fell, five figures rushed out of the care house, which were skeleton soldiers in black robes, and they still held iron swords in their hands.

Rushing towards Mordu and Chris.

Russ herself, on the other hand, disappeared in an instant, as if she had melted into the night, and was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, Mordo's gaze fell on Chris, and Chris nodded in response, but his figure remained unmoved.

Mordo, on the other hand, flicked the baguette in his hand.

Suddenly the baguette crackled, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a soft whip.

Above the whip, there was still magic flowing.

Mordo carried the whip and whipped it at the leading skeleton soldiers1

Syllable!

The whip slammed into the skeleton's chest, sending a crisp thud, and then the skeleton fell apart immediately, and immediately became a piece of bone, scattered to the ground.

The other four skeletons had already rushed over, and Mordo took a step back, the whip in his hand continuing to swing.

Winding, twitching.

With three strikes and two blows, the skeletons all fell apart and became bones in one place.