In the courtyard before the lumberyard, the battle between the corpse queen and the ghoul squad also enters a fierce phase.

Although the battle situation presents a one-sided advantage, it is difficult to achieve it if you want to end it in an instant.

Although the corpse Ji Yanran's personal strength is far superior to that of the other party, the ghoul on the opposite side is like a war machine with a layer of plate armor sealed all over his body, although his movements are more sluggish because of this, but the heavy armor almost covers his body impenetrable. Often, the corpse girl slashed out with a sword, only to be able to cut through the outer layer of iron, and then the strength was exhausted, stuck in the toughened muscles, and wanted to continue to exert force, the surrounding and skeleton soldiers immediately swarmed up, forcing her to avoid it, swim away and find a chance to find the sword.

However, the iron armor on the ghoul was not a product of magic after all, and it continued to add fine cracks under the fierce sword light; On the other hand, although the giant ghoul has an absolute advantage in weight, it is enough to exert a brute force that is even worse than that of the corpse, but the speed that is inferior to the opponent is more than a chip, but it has become a fatal shortcoming. When the straight attack path is figured out, it can no longer pose any threat, and it struggles in every way, and can only accept being fleung to death by reluctantly.

As for the skeleton soldiers clustered on the side, they looked terrifying with a tide of white bones, but their real strength was only equivalent to that of an ordinary farmer, and even when attacking, they would only stiffly pick up the bone blades in their hands and slash repeatedly. But even this pitiful injury was often within three meters of the corpse Ji's surroundings, and it was rolled into pieces by a furious sword light, turning into a large carpet of white bones on the floor, waiting for the next reorganization and resurrection.

If this continues, the battle will end with the Corpse Queen successfully slaying the only threatening ghoul through repeated wars of attrition.

The mages who were watching from behind the scenes naturally refused to sit idly by and watch this result appear.

So just when the two sides were in full swing, he directly pushed open the exterior window on the second floor and jumped over, ready to intervene in person.

He was naturally not a master of light skills who came and went, and when he jumped in mid-air, the staff in his hand automatically floated a white light, which instantly made the mage's body like a feather, slowly floating to the ground.

It's just that before the decisive mage's feet touched the ground, he only felt a pain in his knees, and then his whole body fell to the ground like a dog's mud. And just as he was about to get up, there was a cold wisp in his throat, reflecting the silver glow of a sword blade. He subconsciously raised his hands and swept away from the corner of his eye, only to see a strange purple long-haired girl, looking indifferently, her eyes were empty, as if she was staring at a corpse that had long been dead, making his heart slightly cold, confused and dazed.

"This woman...... When exactly did it appear? Compared to getting up and falling into the danger of the enemy's life and death, the necromancer's mind echoed endlessly, but it was such a puzzled question.

In the real world, Azeroth's spellcasters don't resemble simple mobile turrets in the game. As long as it's not an alternative like a lich, even a great mage close to a god can't resist a dagger that suddenly appears behind him when he casts a spell that destroys the city and destroys the pool, so once the caster enters the battle, the first thing to consider is always how to save his own life, and then to create the deterrent and destructive power of the continuous surname. In other words, in the development of magical civilization for thousands of years, the life-saving philosophy of mages has also flourished in this land to unimaginable heights.

Even Schiller Cohen, a spurned necromancer by the mainstream, has a habit of arranging a kind of magic circle called the "Anti-Life Circle" around the lumberyard, even if he is heavily protected by the Scourge soldiers. This basic necromancer circle does not cause any damage, but it can sense the flow of life within thirty meters of the dwelling, and its terminal is set by him on a staff that never leaves his body, so even if an assassin who is proficient in stealth approaches, he can immediately be alert and take precautions.

The only problem was that until he was captured, the wand, trusted by his master, remained quiet and did not show any abnormalities.

He thought for a moment, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the staff that was silent on the ground not far away, and at this time it shook desperately as if delayed, and he couldn't help but hate it in his heart, but he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Powerful lady, can you give me back the staff?" I will tell my men to stop hurting your companions. ”

"Ah...... Ahh Didn't you notice, the battle is over. Before he could continue, an unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted. The necromancer looked back, only to see a wet boy walking by the river with his body covered and sneezing. The young man suddenly found the pine staff buzzing on the ground, picked it up casually, and couldn't help but turn his head and asked with a look of surprise:

"Look at your bad luck...... It should belong to the grassroots miscellaneous soldiers, right, is this wand still a magic weapon that recognizes the lord of the surname, why does it keep shaking as soon as I pick it up? ”

That's a warning from the Anti-Life Circle...... The necromancer thought so, but subconsciously followed his gaze to look at the battlefield on the side, a silver-white snow light slammed into it, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and a roar of air vibration and distortion sounded in his ears.

The next moment he opened his eyes, his face under the black cloak was bloodless: the body of the only remaining ghoul suddenly froze, and with the "bang" a shower of filthy blood splashed everywhere, like an apple cut by a cross, slowly separating to both sides, the thick chain mail and the strong undead tendons were actually the light of the sword in half in an instant.

However, what made him even more heartbroken was the abnormality of the tall woman covered in bruises. I saw that when she walked with steady steps covered in blood, the wounds around her body were also healing and squirming all the time. When Gongshun stood beside the strange boy, under the tattered wisps of clothing, his skin was snow-white and crystalline, and there was only a trace of the charm of a mature woman's surname, but there was no trace of injury.

"The agility of a high-level stalker, the strength of an elite warrior, the healing power of a troll, what kind of monster is this?" The tall, thin man opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that decades of values had collapsed, and this feeling of hesitation and confusion was even more profound than when he was ruined in the Lordaeron family two years ago, following the Scourge mage Kel'thugad and joining the Cursed Sect.

When his brain was booming, he didn't see the young man holding the staff smiling and looking over, his eyes were cold, and he didn't realize that hell had just begun.

……

With a click, the heavy iron door was slowly opened, and a muffled air flow poured out, revealing the scenery in the basement, and after a few moments, a man wrapped in a black cloak approached and looked over.

"Please, master, save Lady Shar!" But before he could react, he heard the sound of a "bang" chain, and a figure suddenly pounced, looming snow-white and plump skin. He was slightly stunned, and looked down to see a young woman in her twenties with chestnut hair around his thighs, pleading in a wailing voice.

"Uh......" The black-robed man was silent for a moment, looked around, just glanced around, his brows furrowed quietly, and he immediately understood the dirty use of this basement.

In the dimly lit secret room of just over 100 cubic meters, there were seven or eight good-looking women lying naked on the ground, both young women in their twenties and thirties, but also little girls of thirteen or fourteen years old. In order to prevent escape, they all wore a circle of cast iron rings around their necks, and the other end of the collar dragged a long chain to the wall. And in a darker corner deeper, a mature woman with golden wavy hair was lying on the ground, covered with red marks from the whipping and the mess after pleasure, motionless, as if in a coma.

"Ma'am, calm down," the man then lifted his hood to reveal the face of a young man from the East, took a step back, spread his hands, and said, "I am here to save you...... Moreover, the evil mage who violated and imprisoned you has been killed by me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a deferential female servant walked behind him. The women who had been imprisoned as playthings whispered for a moment, and the tall woman nodded, drew her sword, and approached, as if to prove what he had said, and in a turn of her hand severed the dog-pen-like shackles and freed them from their shackles.

It's just that Rorschach sighed that he suddenly regained his freedom, and these women not only did not have the joy of regaining their freedom, but instead showed a panicked expression, just lowered their heads and were numb. One of the immature blonde girls looked at her timidly, as if she wanted to crawl over, but was immediately hugged by an older woman with a somewhat similar face behind her, and then she shouted in a hurry: "We don't want to run away, Liz is just naughty...... Please, my lord, don't punish her. ”

Rorschach shook his head, and suddenly felt that it was too cheap for him to directly kill the bastard who committed such a crime. He was silent for a moment, then turned to leave, and just as the women were looking lost and happy, he saw the figure turn back again, and then heard only the dull sound of "coo-dong", and an oval-shaped spherical object was thrown to the ground, revealing the remains of a man with a frightened expression.

It is also the cold face that appears countless times in their nightmares.

The rest is much simpler.

Thanks to the Scourge during this period, Kel'thugad has not yet been resurrected as the "Great Lich", and the magic of transforming the living into a lich has not yet been widely spread in the Scourge. Although the skeleton mage bears the name of mage, it is actually a long-range unit that can only release ice arrows, and the black knight who has survived the corrosion of death power behaves sluggishly, but lacks enough leadership wisdom, which leads to the fact that in addition to the large army with a small number of lich commanders, the small strongholds scattered in various places can only be governed by the followers of the cursed sect.

As a human mage with normal and even evil tendencies, Schiller. After Cohen commanded the forces of the Scourge to wash the small lumber yard in blood, he did not treat himself badly at all. He first killed all the men here and resurrected them as logging laborers, then enslaved some of the decent women for pleasure, and stored in warehouses a huge amount of supplies that he could use for several years, and enjoyed this rotten and comfortable life almost every day before Rorschach's arrival.

When Rorschach embarrassed herself to say that she was hungry and asked if she could get food, the freed women first looked at each other, and then seemed to think that this was the only way to repay their benefactor, and immediately got busy with joy, and even the young girl who didn't know the world, Liz, ran around happily with bare feet to help.

With the swift movements of these former housewives, first the main vegetable stew and baked bread, and then the sweets such as cereal porridge and black tea cakes were also baked, and the cold and gloomy hut after the necromancer took possession gradually diffused with the hot fragrance, and the air boiled in a long-awaited noise of human voices.

After comfortably drinking the third bowl of cereal porridge, only to feel that the taste of empty stomach was completely dispelled, Rorschach felt as if he had come back to life, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little numb when he looked at the horrible women who were still venting their hatred for a corpse that had become insincere.

He followed the prompts of the Book of Reincarnation, and opened the iron door of the basement with great interest, originally thinking that there would be some magic treasures stored in it, and at the worst it would be some gold and silver coins, but he didn't expect that it would be a group of poor female natives who were abused and bad.

"Could it be that Infinite Space is actually a concentration camp for perverts? The so-called 'Friedon family's gratitude' is actually a spring breeze with these women? I'm not interested in these big Western nostrils......"

That being said, he didn't feel sorry for it, not only because of the kindness he had done to save these poor women, but also because the harvest of killing the crappy mage was rich enough to make him wake up laughing in his dreams. In addition to the survival points awarded by the quest, there is also an ability card called "Basic Meditation" that is drawn by killing, which according to the Book of Samsara includes the basic methods of exercising mental strength that the Kentori Council has summarized over thousands of years. In addition to this, the trophy also includes a staff inscribed with "Levitation" and "Skeleton Resurgence", which can be used three times per day with the staff's arcane energy reserves, even if Rorschach does not have any magical abilities.

But...... The most precious and practical thing is still a purple-black bag hanging from his waist at this time.

This pocket-sized object the size of an ancient sachet is called "Death Pattern Bag". Just like the prop of the same name given by the Death Knight player in the original game, this mass production container of the Scourge Legion contains twelve sub-spaces, each of which has a standard capacity of two-thirds of a cubic meter. With this treasure and the harvest of the lumberyard, Rorschach believed that for a long time, he would not have to be embarrassed by the basic supplies for survival.

"It's no wonder that the Scourge can become the most terrifying villain force, just the grassroots welfare of this Lich King [***]oss, you can see the gap...... Each person has a space prop, this is simply the treatment that only the protagonist of the novel has......"

Rorschach, who was full of admiration, didn't know that even in the Scourge Legion, the treasures that could save the weight and carry the space props were as strategic as the treasures that had never overflowed to the point that a grassroots necromancer had a share. As for the one he was playing with, it was actually just a temporary military supply allocated to the necromancer to transport wood, and on average, every other week, the mage had to go to the nearby undead base alone to complete the task on time.

It is worth mentioning that the upper-level undead base to which he belongs is the former town of Henim, the largest settlement within a radius of 100 miles, and now it has become a paradise for the ghosts of the dead.

（ps：

In the next chapter, we will officially cut into the plot.

Revising the draft from half a year ago felt like it might as well be rewriting a new chapter, and many of the ideas had changed......

I remember that at that time, it was planned for the protagonist to start within the Scourge Legion, and to expand the path of the group lord with the Necromantic Legion, and set off the undead natural disaster in various planes......

Ahem, of course, not now, because it's not fun at all.

There are skeletons all over the place, and there is no fun for a well-behaved and tall maid corpse! (in every sense)

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