Chapter 43: Silver and the Corpse

As soon as Aninotes finished speaking, he heard the sound of "squirming" from the passage of the tomb in front and behind, as if several dry bones had been dislocated after being hit, like a few pieces of ice cracking in silence, and as if some object was rapidly decaying in sorrow.

Instead of being reactive, it's better to strike first!

Mihart stepped forward and threw down a phrase: "I'll leave it to you, Zaper!"

When Aninotes heard this, he immediately understood Mihat's thoughts, and with a wave of his finger, a light gem flew forward, driving away the darkness of the skull.

Mishat's gaze searched everywhere, and every sign of movement could not escape his eyes. Soon, he discovered the source of the previous noise.

On the left side of the passage of the burial chamber, in one of the gloomy burial aels, something seemed to be writhing with difficulty!

Mishat didn't really see it for what it was, and he didn't have time to guess what it was, but in short, it wasn't a good one!

The short sword felt like it had been poked into a piece of air-dried beef, and the feeling was uncomfortable, because the bitter shiver caused by the friction between the surface of the short sword and the rough substance turned into a slightly itchy tingle when it passed through the blade and applied to the palm of Mishat's hand.

A piercing sound came from the tomb, containing a heartbreaking... Suffering?

"Watch behind you!" Before Mishart could see what he had stabbed, Ellison shouted anxiously.

Mihat's heart moved, he quickly buried his head, shouted, and his body pushed backwards, and the dragon bone shield behind him made a dull dull sound, and immediately dissolved the prelude to the enemy's attack!

The swaying figure of the enemy from the impact was fully visible to Mishat, and he turned and stood still, and finally saw the appearance of the enemy—

The shriveled skin without a trace of life envelops the jagged dry bones, much like the disgusting parasitic cockroaches faintly visible from beneath the host's shell, and the sparse hair sticks together in tufts and turns into a creepy shape that almost pierces the air.

The features on its face were clearly discerning, the black holes of its eyes burned with a cold green glow, the cortex was so rotten that the bridge of the nose was almost completely exposed, and its lips hung lifelessly on the chin that was only boneless.

The two rows of damaged teeth glow with the pallor of the oxidized face, contrasting with the frost-cracked black wounds on the skin of the cheeks, which are perhaps the only parts that can barely appreciate the beauty of symmetry.

The appearance of this enemy was obviously different from that of the skeleton soldiers he had seen before, and his temperament was also very different from that of the Necromantic Warrior. There was only one apt word in Mihart's mind that matched the characteristics it exhibited - ghouls!

Mihart didn't know much about ghouls, except that they were a kind of legendary undead, and like Aninotes said, they had no emotions and emotions, no morale, and no escape. However, they have their own consciousness and can distinguish between friend and foe, and the biggest difference between them and the lower undead such as skeletons or zombies - like the higher necromantic warriors - their fighting skills, whether martial arts or magic, have been completely preserved!

"Arisen, get down!" Mikhat took off the keel shield behind his back and shouted at the little one, knowing that he couldn't be distracted by Ellisen's safety in the next battle.

When he heard this, he knew that he could not be distracted by Mihat, so he immediately crawled on the ground obediently, and quickly hid in the empty tomb behind him.

The opponent is an indifferent and ruthless undead, and the "Intimidation" enchantment on his short sword will be self-defeating, and if the other "Soul Ingestion" enchantment wants to work, he must kill the opponent first!

From the cold light reflected from the lower part of the ghoul's right hand, Mihart preliminarily judged that the other party should be holding a one-handed weapon in his hand.

It's just that after hundreds or even thousands of years, how can this one-handed weapon still retain the luster of metal?

Even the current steel weapon, for a maximum of several decades, is wrapped in rust and cannot be used. At that time, it was impossible for the smelting technology to reach such a level of sophistication!

There's another possibility, and it's very likely, that there is some special enchantment effect on this weapon!

The ghoul stepped forward, raised his right hand high, and raised the weapon in his hand!

This time, Mishat saw clearly, it was a hand axe made of some kind of metal—it was about to slash at itself!

Mihart did not retreat, but forward, and while using his shield to protect his left side of his body, he quickly turned to the left, allowing the blade of the hand axe to rub against the surface of the shield and slash downward.

And the speed of the silver short sword in his right hand stabbing forward increased significantly in the action of spinning to the left, and with the help of the shield's blocking effect on the ghoul's vision, it pierced the opponent's chest in one fell swoop!

The axe's assault came to an abrupt halt, and the ghoul's right hand hung limply. However, it showed no sign of imminent fall, and immediately raised its left hand!

Obviously, this sword did not stab the opponent's vital point, to be exact, Mihart did not know where the opponent's vital point was, but only stabbed it into its heart.

Just as Mishat pulled the dagger out of the ghoul's body, he saw a flash of rapidly expanding snow light burst out from the palm of its left hand!

Worst......

This ghoul can actually do magic!

Now it's impossible to stop it from unleashing magic!

Mihart's pupils constricted, and he quickly raised the dragon bone shield, wanting to weaken the opponent's magic attack with unknown effect but absolutely ill intentions.

At the very least, your body can't be directly hit by magic!

"Bang!"

A brute force slammed into Mihart's keel shield, pushing him to a stumbling ground and taking two steps back to stabilize his center of gravity and not be knocked down.

As expected, the ghoul's magical attack was not as simple as knocking itself off!

Mihart only felt a biting cold quickly invade his shield-holding left hand, his fingers, palms, wrists, and finally his entire arm, all of which were chewed by the cold and lost consciousness, and he couldn't even feel the shield in his hand!

Damn it!

Mikhat tried to move his left hand, but found that even five fingers had betrayed him, and he was completely out of his control, unable to bend and stretch.

The ghoul raised his axe once more, and slashed diagonally from Mihart's right side with his backhand!

Damn! Frozen my shield-holding left hand, and attacked from the right side, which had no protection!

Ignoring the stiffness of his left hand, Mihart quickly took a half-step back with his right foot, and squatted down on his knees, so that the blade of the enemy's hand axe almost brushed against his forehead!

Hmph! I've caught your flaws!

The ghoul still retains the inertia of slashing downward after the ghoul axe hits the air, and Mishat perfectly uses this inertia to divert the ghouls' movements and unleash a fatal blow!

After the ghoul's center of gravity inevitably shifted forward, and before the magical light in the palm of its left hand burst out, the "rodent" in Mihart's hand went from bottom to top, with the huge force of jumping up with both legs, and completed the powerful provocation!

"Whoa"!

A silver light flashed, and with the sound of flesh cracking and bones shattering to the ground, the ghoul's entire torso was directly cut in half by the sharp blade, leaving only a distorted head and a faint green light that gradually disappeared in the eye sockets!

Call......

Could it be that this kind of thing will only return to Arkay's arms forever after it has been *?

Mihart breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a chill run down his spine and lick his neck.

Mihart dragged his unconscious left hand and turned his head.

Two pairs of dark green eyes stared at him, and in the dim light of the illuminating gem, they looked particularly abrupt.

I still can't move my left hand!

In this situation, I am not the opponent of the two ghouls, how can I protect Arisen?

That guy from Aninotes, if he encounters a ghoul who is not affected by illusions, he should also be in a bitter battle, right?

What should I do? Just as Mikhat pondered what to do, a familiar voice came from behind him, brushing away his uneasiness and anxiety.

The sound of the little magician's chanting spell fell on Mihatt's ears at this moment, just like the cup of Wukas Mountain Flower Tea brought by Ai Lisen with a smile on his face in the Shimmer House, full of warmth, and made people feel extremely gratified.

This magical genius should have known the way to kill the ghouls, right? If not, then he must have found a way to deal with them, otherwise, it would not have been possible to get rid of the enemy in the rear so quickly and come to support.

Two streams of energy visible to the naked eye fluctuated violently from the palm of Aninotes' hand, and in about a few seconds, the two energies, red and yellow, converged together, forming a large orange glow that occupied almost the entire passage of the tomb.

With a snap of the little magician, he roared towards the two ghouls in front of him like a flood!

The entire passage of the burial chamber was flooded with this orange glow, and the bodies of the two ghouls that had given Mihart a headache decayed and decomposed at a terrifying rate, as if centuries had passed in a matter of seconds.

It wasn't until the two ghouls had turned into countless scattered dust that Aninotes wouldn't stop. He breathed heavily, took out two more "little devil dung" from his arms, chewed them and swallowed them.

"This is an intermediate source... Source magic, life passes. My grasp of source magic is far less solid than that of illusion, so... It's still more energy than I expected," Aninotes said breathlessly, "It's just a drop in the bucket, you see, more ghouls are coming." ”

No sooner had Aninotes finished speaking than Michart heard more and more dense rustling sounds coming from the catacombs farther away, stirring up eerie reverberations in the hollow passages.

Arison looked at Mihart and then at Aninotes, his eyes revealing unconcealed fear.

Mihat's heart moved, and he suddenly said, "Aninotes, I have a way. I want you to do one thing for us. ”

"What?" said Aninotes, grimacing.

"Can you use your magic again to sense that there is still a beating heart in this ancient tomb?"

When Aninotes heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and covered his ears to minimize the interference of his surroundings on him.

Soon, a smile seemed to fill the little magician's face: "Going all the way up the passage to the northeast, there are indeed some living creatures moving down on the way to the upper floor. If I'm not mistaken, it's Baroness Anna's man. ”