It was the demonic warlock Ding Raj of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment who spoke.

Wren was very impressed with him, this congenitally deformed dwarf had a very ugly appearance, dealing with demons all year round, but he had a very pure belief in the goddess of magic, his soul was peaceful, and his small body had great wisdom.

It's just that this guy usually wanders into a wreckage, and since the Dragonstone mercenary group is stationed outside the castle, he often doesn't see people, and he only appears once every few days, and he always looks drunk.

Wren knew from his words and the rumors behind the mercenaries.

Din Raj's biggest hobbies are drinking and prostitution.

All the money he earned in the mercenary group was spent in taverns and brothels, and he spent his days and nights in search of pleasure, even crazier than able-bodied men, and often prostituted until he lost contact.

It's rare to see here today.

"How can you be sure it's a necromancer?" Wren asked.

The Bone Altar was used to perform rituals to the Lord of the Necromancy, but it was not necessarily built by a necromancer.

As one of the four evil gods of the abyss, the god of death feared by ordinary people the most, there are many followers of the Lord of the Necromancy, far more than undead creatures.

It is possible for any of His followers to build an altar of bones.

For example, some primitive troll tribes, or humans and aliens with the power of death, as well as death knights, mummy lords, psychic acolytes, etc.

Half a month ago, Wren just killed a death knight as a novice, maybe it had something to do with it.

"Lord, Hiccup......"

As soon as Ding Raj opened his mouth, he hiccuped, and the smell of alcohol could not even hide the stench of corpses emitted from the altar, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Emilys glared at her brain disapprement.

Ding Laji didn't care, raised his hand and grabbed two handfuls of his bird's nest-like hair, and then continued: "My lord, the White Bone Altar is actually divided into several types, they look very similar in form, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, in fact, the effects are very different. ”

He climbed up to the altar on his skeleton and pointed to several skulls in the middle of the altar.

"The number of skulls, as well as the shape in which they are placed, are strictly required to distinguish the effect of the altar. ”

"There are seven skulls ...... here"

Dingraj lowered his head and confirmed again, "The scythe-shaped symbol shows that the purpose of this altar is to obtain the blessing of the death power of the Necromantic Lord, and for a period of time after that, cast necromancy in the area around the altar, and the power will be increased." ”

"It's a necromancer's favorite fighting environment. ”

"Every time a living person is killed and a soul is harvested, the necromancer's soul power will be increased slightly, and the more enemies killed and the more undead will be converted, the more difficult they will be to defeat. ”

"The appearance of such an altar of bones usually signifies the coming of the undead natural disaster. ”

Speaking of the back, Din Laj's expression was serious.

Wren was quite impressed, and sure enough, he was not a human being.

The demonic sorcerer was more knowledgeable than he had imagined, but now was not the time to praise him, and he asked in a deep voice, "How big is the scope of the Bone Altar, and how long will it last?"

"It has to do with the number of people who sacrificed. ”

Din Raj's gaze swept around the altar, "The more people who sacrifice, the greater the scope and the longer it will last. There are at least two hundred corpses here, which should last for a month, and as for the range, ......" he estimated for a few seconds, looked back and replied, "My lord, your small half of your territory should be within the range. ”

Wren's expression was ugly.

The estate was located by the sea, in the northern part of the Glamorgan Territory, a small half of the territory, which covered the most densely populated areas.

He immediately took out the hammer of thunder and lightning, and prepared to smash the altar.

"Your Excellency. Din Raj shook his head and said, "After the sacrifice is over, even if the Bone Altar is destroyed, the amplification effect on the necromancer will still exist, and the Lord of the Necromancer has already brought this area into his vision." ”

"I recommend not touching the altar in case of an accident......"

Wren's heart sank, he had suffered this loss before.

The strife mark of the deceitful Lohi is still on himself, and it has been slowly grinding with the fire of faith in recent months, and most of it has dissipated, and it will soon be completely gone.

"The altar is just here?" Wren was in a very unhappy mood, so many corpses were piled up into a small mountain, and he couldn't let it go.

Ding Laji nodded and said, "When the sacrificial effect is over, the altar will be weathered and disappear, so don't worry about it." ”

Wren thought about it for a few moments, but he could only do this.

Several people exited the manor hall, and the wind elf Fabian was waiting outside, and came over and said: "My lord, I have found out the owner of this manor, he is a merchant who deals in silk, and he bought the manor five years ago, but there was news a while ago that he was going to sell the manor, and he met several buyers, one of them is called Serik...... "

Wren's eyes flashed when he heard the name.

The necromancer who built the Bone Altar is indeed related to the Death Knight Serik.

He remembered what he had heard at Xia Lanwei's trade fair, and Serik said at the time that he was going to buy a manor for retirement, which should be what he was referring to.

It's just that Serik was hammered to ashes by himself, and the manor lost its cover, so the Bone Altar was exposed.

Wren couldn't help but be a little glad.

He inadvertently sabotaged the other party's plan, otherwise, this altar would not know how long it would be discovered, let alone know that a necromancer had infiltrated the territory.

The top priority is to find the traces of this necromancer.

According to Dinkraj, the necromancer will not leave the effective range of the Bone Altar in order to receive the blessing of the Lord of Necromancy.

Half of the Glamorgan territory, with a population of 340,000, it is difficult to find someone.

Even if you have a soul eye, try your luck.

Moreover, time is also relatively short, no matter what conspiracy the necromancer has, he will definitely act within the validity period of the Bone Altar.

"It's only a month. ”

Wren muttered to himself, thinking about what to do.

"Your Excellency. Ding Raj suddenly said: "I have some ability in finding monsters, although the necromancer is not a monster, but it is similar, I am willing to serve the adults." ”

Wren looked at the gnome, which was not his style.

This demon warlock has a lazy personality and is lazy, and has been deliberately avoiding himself, obviously afraid of assigning him something to do, but today he volunteered, which is really a bit abnormal.

"Are you out of money?" Wren asked with a smirk.

"Uh......" Ding Laji's face froze, he didn't expect his mind to be seen through by Wren at a glance, so he no longer hid it, and generously admitted: "My lord is wise, Modu's consumption is too high, and I've been a little tight recently, hehe......"

"I just gave you three hundred gold guilders the other day. Emily said dissatisfied.

Ding Laji lowered his head a little embarrassed: "Captain, you don't know, Modu's girls are too hot, and three hundred gold shields are only enough to play for two days......"

Emilys frowned, and she was about to get angry.

"Alright. Wren was not in the mood to watch the excitement now, so he waved his hand and said, "If you can find out the whereabouts of the necromancer, I will reward you with a thousand gold shields." ”

"It's only a thousand gold dong...... "Ding Raj looked disappointed.

Wren looked at the demon warlock, decided to give this salted fish a little motivation, and said lightly: "I don't care what method you use, do it yourself, or find someone to help, as long as you can kill the necromancer, the bounty will be increased to three thousand gold shields." ”

"Good!"

Dinglaji's eyes lit up, "I took the lord's bounty. ”

He was very confident, because judging from the arrangement of the White Bone Altar, the strength of this necromancer was definitely not as legendary, and it was most likely a high-level wizard, so it would not be a problem to take it down.

Wren didn't say much to him, let him hold the manor, and rode away on his horse.

Back at the castle, he entered the mechanical alchemy room for a while before coming out, said a few words to Sicarius, and used the badge to open a portal and enter.

The next second, Wren appeared in the residence of the Wezeland Tower, standing in the middle of the living room.

He walked into the bedroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror and undressed himself, inspiring the body of steel and the animate metal, and his body first hardened, then softened, and flowed like a liquid.

Wren controlled his body to rise a few centimeters and lose a little weight.

The face squirmed rapidly, and after a few seconds, it turned into a completely different face, the eyes were deep, the bridge of the nose was high and straight, the hair line moved back a little, the body was slender and strong, and the whole person exuded the charm of a mature man.

Then, Wren took out a set of armor combined with leather locks and put it on.

He had prepared dozens of sets of clothes and equipment in the ring a few days ago in case of emergency, and this set of armor was one of them, and it was an enchanted equipment that could inspire a layer of elemental armor.

Putting on his armor, Wren pulled out two more swords.

A steel sword, a silver sword.

This is the weapon of the legendary witcher who killed in Port Highbridge before, both swords are high-quality weapons, and they are worth a lot of money, and Wren has stayed until now, and finally come in handy.

He held the twin swords and sensed the rune enchantment on the swords.

The style of the longsword changed in the hand, and it was adjusted, removing the characteristic shapes, and it looked like a standard witcher's cross, but without destroying the runes on the sword, to ensure that it would not be recognized.

Carrying his swords behind his back, Wren looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

With this kind of appearance, anyone can only be regarded as a demon hunter.

He moved his hands and feet a few times to get used to the form, and finally took out a soul gun and holster, which he tied to the outside of his thigh.

This soul gun was left by the same gunman who assassinated him on the day he first arrived in Mordu.

Wren also tweaked the shape of the Soul Gun.

If you have a gun, you have to have bullets, he has already prepared a batch of phlogiston bullets, mainly explosive bullets and armor-piercing bullets, although he is not a real gunner, there are no corresponding elements, and he cannot exert the greatest power of the soul gun, but it is enough to fight.

The Witcher's Soul Gun has become more popular these days.

Of course, Wren didn't forget to get himself a leather bag tied around his waist, which was filled with various potions, as well as bombs.

He didn't have a Demon Soul Fragment and couldn't make an alchemy bomb, so he had to use grenades instead.

Wren had recently prepared a large amount of gunpowder in the mechanical alchemy room, which was used to make bullets, and there were many materials, so he easily got a batch of grenades.

After testing, the power of the grenade is quite not weak, and it is also very reliable to use.

Twin swords, elemental armor, a slender body, and a grenade posing as an alchemy bomb, this is the vest that Wren designed for himself, a cat witcher!

He has the Eye of the Soul, which is more effective than the Eye of Gosolon of the Witcher, the Voice of Everything, which is used to replace the Witcher's amazing sense of smell, which is not far behind, and the speed of the seventh level, which is a few points faster than that of the Legendary Witcher......

Combined, even a true Cat Sect Demon Hunter can't match.

The only flaw is that it won't be sealed.

However, Wren is not afraid to show his feet, even if he only relies on dual swords and speed, without spells, he can be an outstanding witcher.

"I didn't make it a witcher, but now I can try. ”

Wren posed a few times in the mirror, and felt a burst of smugness in his heart: "Hey, if Roger sees me like this, I don't know if he can recognize me?"

Ready, he pulled out his badge.

The Wezelan Emblem could teleport anywhere within fifty miles of the Floating City, and Wren stood at the window looking down at his territory, pinpointing a remote and uninhabited location, and then activating the portal.

After coming out of the portal, I walked for a short distance before I arrived at my destination.

A huge arena appeared in front of you.

Hammer Arena.

Wren was here for the second time, and he was no stranger to the arena, but this time he didn't plan to enter the arena, but instead wandered outside.

As soon as it gets dark, the streets outside the arena are more lively, and they enter the nightlife.

Shops, taverns, inns, casinos, people everywhere, transcendents everywhere, and all sorts of aliens.

Wren walked aimlessly, his soul eyes always open, his gaze sweeping over the passers-by around him, observing their souls one by one.

Although a reward had been placed on Ding Laji, he felt a little unreliable, so he still had to find it himself.

It has to be said that the beliefs of the transcendent are quite complicated.

In just over an hour, Wren saw a large number of evil god believers, but they were all the local evil gods of Allenus, not the four evil gods of the abyss.

The threat of this evil god to human beings is far less than that of the abyss evil god, and it is more of a difference in philosophy.

Even, Wren saw two followers of Lohi.

If it was in normal times, he would definitely follow quietly and cut them all over to recharge himself, but now he didn't have the heart to pay attention to it, so he avoided it in advance.

He secretly made a note of what the two men looked like, and decided to wait until the mark of strife had dissipated.

After walking a few laps outside the arena, I didn't see any followers of the Lord of the Necromancy.

As he passed a street corner, Wren heard a familiar voice, turned his head to see it coming from a tavern, and walked in.

As soon as he entered the tavern and ascended to the open platform on the third floor, he saw Din Raj sitting at the edge of the wine table and talking.