Isn't it fun for a necromancer to get injured by a pet he made?

Ringer didn't know why, and the word pet popped up.

Is it a pet?

As the skeleton man jumped off the wall, Ringer could clearly feel it mocking himself, just as he had mocked Muham.

What a naughty pet.

After calming down, Ringer believed that he could control it, and that was to reverse the spell, take it back, and send it to hell.

What is the most correct word for a spell, a reverse spell, unfortunately, Ringer can only remember about half of it, and the other half, about thirty words, is back in the belly of the old liar, Ringer regrets not being at the beginning, and did not listen carefully.

Of course, his heart is the same as the priest just said about his building, he is very proud, he can summon murderous evil spirits, is this an achievement?

Ringer looked at his body again, he began to be satisfied with this body, and he wondered if it was this body that gave him the power to summon at the same time, so that he could successfully summon high-level undead?

Despite such speculation, there is no evidence, he can't be sure, the name Rasputin, he still knows something, it is said that it is Nicholas II, that is, the great demon monk of the Tsarist period, claiming to be a prophet, a saint, a messenger of God, with an extraordinary, and inhabited magic, it is said to be the most difficult person in the world to kill, judging from the time, the time he traveled over happened to be the period when Rasputin was alive, as for the place where Rasputin was born, Ringer did not know, he knew that Rasputin's father was a farmer, good betting, Connecting all kinds of signs, it can't really cross over to the body of the demon monk, right?

Outside the walls, there was movement again.

There was a knock on the door.

Who?

Ringer asked, leaning against the crack in the door. 、

"It's us, Father Mohan, that we hear movement here."

Ringer heard that it was a villager named Hershlin, a butcher, who slaughtered cattle.

He opened the door, and Hershlin stood in the doorway, snorting of alcohol.

"How can it be you, Rasputin, it's not Mass yet, is it?"

Behind Hershlin was followed by several men, who had drunk from the town and had rushed back to the village overnight, and tomorrow they needed to slaughter cattle, and these sturdy men were the butcher's helpers.

The priest heard the conversation outside and got up.

"Oh my God, Father, what's wrong with you?"

The butcher was quite surprised.

"My child, tell you on the way, take me to the clinic!"

Although Mohan was not a conscientious priest, he was treated much better than Ringer, and without saying a word, the butcher brought in a carriage and took him to the clinic, five kilometers away, in the town of Margeyev, the nearest town to the village, where the butcher Hirshlin often went to sell beef.

Ringer protested, my butt was injured too, why couldn't I just go with me in a carriage?

Hershlin replied coldly: You are not qualified to be my carriage, garbage!

Ringer didn't want to quarrel with him senselessly, so he stayed in the church, that is, he hurt a little flesh, and tomorrow he found some herbs to compress it to prevent tetanus, in this regard, the old liar is an expert, he can cure any snake venom and the like, and Ringer has also learned a lot of wild herbs to treat all kinds of diseases.

What he had to face now was the vanished skeleton man.

Where did the skeleton man go, he didn't know, could it be that the skeleton man was afraid of the cattle slaughtering knife in Heshlin's hand?

The church in the village was inhabited by the priest alone, and when the priest went to the town to heal, Ringer felt very lonely. The church has a wine cellar, which Mohan prepared himself, and there are two barrels of freshly made wine in the cellar.

Ringer put some wine from the barrel and used it to disinfect his wound first, and drank the rest slowly.

The candle flickered on the table, as if it was about to be extinguished at any moment, and Ringer held up a copper goblet and said to the candle: Cheers, the power of light.

On the table, there was a small axe of the skeleton man.

This axe, Ringer has seen many times, nothing special, just delicate and rusty.

The skeleton man has no axe, and Ringer is a little calmer in his heart, your weapon is in my hand, see what you use to split people.

Drinking, drinking, glass after glass, Ringer felt his eyelids begin to heaviness and his head began to dizzy.

Damn, that's the rhythm of drinking high.

He hurried outside, and washed his face with a little cold water from the pool, until he sobered up.

Outside, suddenly there was a dog barking, and then the dogs of the whole village were barking.

Ringer stared, and finally, it was dawn.

Well, after this unusual night, where did the skeleton man go? Someone saw the skeleton man, more than one person, just last night, it was wandering blindly, the whole village was filled with a terrifying atmosphere, people talked a lot, they all said, the demon in the dark forest of ghosts came out to harm people again, and we had to find a way to do it quickly.