How can there be wind in a closed cabin?

Feeling the sudden gust of yin wind, Hiko's heart immediately tightened a string. Having experienced the attacks he had done before, he didn't casually think that this would be some simple natural reaction. And if this is not a natural reaction, then what is going to happen will definitely not be too simple.

Yan knows very well what kind of talent an imperial nobleman can recruit by relying on his own power and money offensive. Although it is impossible to say that the best and the best people are simply not available to them. But the second-level, those who are ruthless and greedy for wealth and wealth, it is difficult to say whether they will be impressed by their conditions.

What's more, there is now ample evidence that this Imperial Count is in collusion with the forces of chaos. Judging from the chaotic forces' subversive principle of doing things, it is completely appropriate to help this imperial count increase his power, so as to cause great chaos in this orderly world.

Under this premise, they will never allow themselves to get a result of losing all their money after making such a large investment. It was inevitable to help him, and it was even said that there were probably one or two chaotic forces around him now, waiting to strike a fatal blow to him.

Hiko's judgment was so, so he looked nervous. This nervousness is not because of the danger he will face, but because he is worried that he may not be able to protect Billy's mother and son in the rest of the battle.

Although he is eager for a challenge, he will not forget his mission because of this. Protecting Billy's mother and son is the most important thing for him at the moment. It was the first assignment his father had entrusted to him, and he didn't want to label himself a failure in the first place.

What's more, their identities are very special. It is even possible that the boy is his own brother by blood. That alone would not have put them in danger.

Somewhere, we have to find a way to get them out of here safely. Having made up his mind, he immediately pressed Billy's shoulder and whispered orders to him.

"Listen, boy. Take your mother to the deck as soon as possible. It's under my control, and you'll be safer there than here. Don't stop when you go up, let those sailors take you to the Nord dragon whale battleship, only when you get there, you and your mother are really safe, remember?"

"I remember ......" The first time he encountered such a thing, although Billy was flustered, his natural intelligence allowed him to control his emotions well. He didn't mean to be vexatious at all, but instead used his mind to actively think about the dangers that might arise from doing so.

"But what if that bastard catches up? What if there are assassins like the one before who come and assassinate us?"

"I'll break it off. He gave Billy a shove and made his way to the deck. Hiko had already set up his sword, and turned reflexively towards the increasingly cold cabin. "Just stride forward, and I'll protect you and make sure nothing hurts a single hair of your hair. ”

Hiko had already said that it was impossible for Billy to continue to twist and pinch anymore. He gritted his teeth, picked up his mother, and began to stagger in the direction of the deck. And just as he began to move, the Earl of Field, who was hidden in the shadows, was already impatiently urging.

"Quick, stop them. I can't let them out, and if they get out safely, I'm completely doomed. Stop them and kill them all. You'd better hurry up for me!"

His urging made the mages around him really helpless, and he had to attack in advance when he wanted to find a more suitable time.

From the crossbody satchel pulled out a white rib-like thing. Without hesitation, he stabbed his left palm with a bone spur, allowing his blood to flow down the transparent wound towards his feet.

As soon as the blood hit the ground, it fused with the magic circle of mercury and ashes under his feet, dyeing the magic circle they were in with a thick red light. The mercury began to boil, which made Earl Field subconsciously cover his mouth and nose, but it was different from what he thought. The smoke from the boiling vaporization of mercury did not diffuse, but spread out along the lines of the circle under their feet like vines transformed by smoke.

Something seemed to be hidden in the smoke, for the Earl of Field saw with his own eyes that the smoke vine beneath his feet had blossomed into a flower bone that looked like a human head. It made him want to back down and dodge. But the mage grabbed him tightly and warned him.

"Don't move. I've opened the passage to the River Styx. Your feet are now bathed in the River Styx, waiting for the souls to board the boat. Don't alarm them, if you do, even I won't be able to protect you. ”

"Hell, you're using necromancy, how could the Cathedral of Eternal Silence allow you to do that?"

In terms of spells, Earl Field is a mortal through and through, an idiot with no qualifications. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about sorcery. The mage was so obvious that if he couldn't see anything anymore, it was really something wrong with his brain.

And it was precisely because he saw something that he was shocked and a little difficult to accept.

Necromancy. As the name suggests, it is a spell that manipulates necromancy. It sounds evil, and it seems to have an indescribable connection with those evil forces of chaos. But that's not the case.

Although the origin of this spell is indeed somewhat related to chaos, with the passage of time and the improvement and development of successive generations of spellcasters, it has long been a formal spell genre.

Today's necromancy is a major subject in psychic spells. Together with astral spells and summoning spells, they are known as the three major disciplines of the psychic system. It can be said that any psychic illusion caster will be more or less exposed to some necromancy. From the legendary resurrection spell of the dead in the Cathedral of Eternal Silence to the ghost inquiry of an ordinary soothsayer, there is a shadow of necromancy.

The reason why Field was so taboo about the necromancy that accompanied the mage was simply because of the influence of the world and some special temple taboos.

Death is taboo in any life. In the case of the dreams of the Eternal Dead, all living beings hope to be able to wash away the blood stains from their bodies in the River Styx in peace, and then be glamorously led by the ferryman to the dreams of the Eternal Dead.

No one wants to be disturbed by others after embracing death, or even being driven by others as slaves and servants. This is a blasphemy against the souls of the dead, and even more so a disrespect for death. And the more mature the social system, the more aware it is.

To this day, with the exception of some remote tribal groups with ancient customs, neither humans nor other races would want to see the dead disturbed. This is the result of considering the feelings of the living, and at the same time, it is a law formulated for the basic order of this world.

Although necromancy is an orthodox spell, it is a certain threat to the stability of the order after all. It is allowed to be studied, but it is not allowed to be used regularly. According to the requirements of the temples of the major gods today. Mages are not allowed to use necromancy anywhere except in their own mage tower. If there is a need to use it, it must be filed with the priests of the Cathedral of Eternal Silence.

Unauthorized use is subject to different penalties within the sanctuary jurisdiction. Count Field and his companions belong to the human side, under the glorious court ruled by the main god of the human race. And according to the ban of the Radiant Court, the result of using necromancy without permission is at least life imprisonment.

This kind of thing is not much better than death, which is why Count Fidel showed such a gaffe. In the face of his questioning, the Mage just continued to move his hand indifferently, and persuaded him like this.

"Of course, the Cathedral of Eternal Silence can't allow me to do this, but I can also keep it in my heart and not tell the Cathedral of Eternal Silence, don't forget, this is above the sea, where the Throne of the Deep Sea reigns. It's a gray area, and as long as we don't talk about it, who knows?"

"But these ghosts—won't they reveal the secret?" Field, who was scrupled, didn't want to be contaminated with the horrible presence of the Temple. As for his scruples, the mage could only tell him about the benefits.

"I'm a spellcaster, and I know a lot better about this than you do. These souls bathing in the River Styx will not be able to discover our existence as long as we do not touch him. I'm targeting the guards who just died. They who have not yet left their bodies will surely rush here after feeling the breath of the River Styx. And as long as I can catch them before they enter the Styx, they won't be the whistleblowers you call me. Afterwards, if we wipe out their souls, who will know about us?"

"Is it really necessary for us to get to this point?"

He didn't say it was okay, but as soon as he said that, Field became even more worried. Erasing the soul, needless to say, you can guess what kind of taboo this kind of thing will be. If they get caught, will they end well?

Seeing his hesitation, the companion who had already carried out the ritual to the end accented his tone and began to help him make up his final decision.

"It's a must-do. Unless you have a way to deal with that Nord. Don't forget the terrible talent of the Nords. Few of the spells in my hands can cause him fatal damage. Neither the blow of the astral spell nor the summoned elemental creatures could break through his natural defenses. I had no choice but necromancy. Unless you want to let them go, in which case I have nothing to say. But are you really going to let them go?"

"No, of course not. Subconsciously answered, Field's face was already hideous. "Just do as you say. They have to die here!"