Oops. This was what Cheese thought after seeing the Count of Montenegro fighting, and it was only then that he remembered that Lothar had no previous experience in fighting the undead, and it was very deadly. Many people treat the undead as creatures that don't need to be driven by flesh and blood, which is a common sense corollary, and they believe that zombies and skeletons should also have some kind of "vital point" as they did when they were alive, and should cease their actions after some amount of damage and become corpses in the same place again. But in fact, the reason why the undead are called immortal is because they are no longer limited by the natural laws of life and death, and they have jumped out of the so-called common sense. You can't kill a dead man, because he's dead. These are the words that Clark said to his students in the Grey Tower lesson when describing the existence of the undead.

Sure enough, when Lothar thought that he had defeated his opponent and was about to rescue the werewolf, the shattered skeleton behind him stood up again in the blue firelight, and this time, the bodies of the two skeletons were strengthened to varying degrees, and the bones shattered by the Count's attack were replaced with stronger limbs, as for the weirdness and incongruity of appearance, they obviously didn't care. That's where the undead get in trouble, a stronger adult is enough to knock down a skeleton, but the skeleton will get up again and again, sniffing fear like a tarsal maggot to find its purpose. Normally, there is only one thing that can stop the undead, sunlight. Even, according to the research of an apprentice in the Gray Tower, who has obtained the adult level of emblem, even the sunlight only destroys the bodies of the undead, and their existence is still lingering in this world.

"Maggots that desecrate life. Cheese gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. The reason why he was so angry was that compared to the undead with self-consciousness such as lichs and vampires, the souls who had been turned into skeleton drives had no choice. It is one thing to voluntarily choose one's own existence and pay for it, but it is quite another to force others to transform the form of existence entirely. That's why wizards who study necromancy aren't likeable even in the dark.

But having said that, there was only so much the mage could do right now, he couldn't save these wretched souls, and he couldn't warn Lothar of the danger behind them. Why?Shouldn't magic be omnipotent?Why, I'm so powerless?Strength, awakened by the call, under the red flames, Cheese's skin glowing with an eerie color, and a large number of chain-shaped patterns appeared on his circumference. It only takes a little bit, and it will be nice to have another spell from the Iron Keep, and this time I will definitely ......

"Woo!" a loud wolf howl resounded throughout the crypt, so loud that even the ghouls fighting in the cemetery stopped in amazement and looked at the entrance to the crypt in confusion. It was this wolf howl that interrupted the change in the mage's body, and the colors and chains quickly disappeared, and Cheese's mind returned to normal. All eyes were on the man who made the howl, Jack. The wolfwalker's body had become wolf-like, with only his bone-bound legs still taking on a human appearance. The beast with only brown hair stared at the Count of Black Mountain, the two skeletons behind him, to be exact. Lothar was furious at the sight of the giant wolf's dark green eyes, but before he could ask why the wolfwalker was howling at him, a gust of wind interrupted everything.

Should there be wind in the crypt? The answer, of course, is no, in fact, ghouls are a life and death species, and they can go a whole day without breathing air, so ventilation is not necessary for them. There were vents in the crypt to blow the smell of blood away, but they couldn't have caused such a gentle wind. The gust of wind blew down the entrance of the crypt and into the deepest space, as if it had a consciousness of its own, and it brushed the cheeks of everyone in the team like the hands of a loved one, as if to cheer them on. If it was just an unusual gust of wind, it would be fine, but both the cheese and the lich sensed something else in the wind, something that had come at the call of a wolf.

The "click" guess was quickly confirmed, and when the wind died down, strange noises began to come out of the dry bones in the crypt. It sounded like bones would only come out when they burst open in the heat, and soon, in the area of red flames controlled by Cheese, two bodies stood up from the ground, two skeletal wolves. "Wolf Witch. The mage muttered under his breath, and through his magical vision, he could vaguely glimpse the connection to Jack in the two bone wolves, the wolf souls that had answered the call, relying on the broken bones on the ground to fight for their summoners.

The two wolf souls pounced on the skeleton behind Lothar without saying a word, and although their bodies were not as powerful as the Lich's carefully prepared soldiers, unlike the heartless skeletons, the wolf souls still carried the memories and abilities that existed in their lifetimes. So the two skullwolves quickly became involved with the enemy behind Lothar, but it seemed that all they could do was entangle their opponents, and the strange stone armor could not even be helpless against Hearn's hands, let alone the wolf claws that were also bones.

"It's amazing. A newly awakened wolf witch, it seems that today is indeed not my lucky day. The lich's voice said unhurriedly, and the jaw of the skull on the pulpit opened and closed slightly, but this strange appearance and emotionless voice made it difficult to judge the emotional color of its speech. "But that's a real disappointment for me. Mr. Cheese, have you come to this point by such a succession of coincidences, and if so, there is nothing remarkable about the wizards of the Grey Tower. ”

"I never felt like I had anything to boast about coming from the Grey Tower. Cheese calmed down after seeing Lothar out of danger, "Everyone has the limits of what he can do, even the gray-robed mage. To be saved or to save others, this is what the world is. I fight with those I trust, I fight with those I respect, I fight with those I hold dear, against beings like you!" As the mage's tone grew more intense, the orange-red flames he controlled burned violently, expanding outwards in an attempt to replace the blue flames. At the same time, three bright lines of fire also extended from the range of the red flames, stretching to the feet of the three knights.

"Maybe I can't just shoot to keep the fire going, but I'm sure my companions, they'll cut off your head!" the mage half-knelt on the ground, his right hand in the pile of bones, his robe fluttering violently as if in the wind, and the magical light radiating from his eyes even surpassed the light of the two flames. As the Raven mocked, Cheese was not a good wizard, and he was so unreserved in his use of power that he often ran out of oil after casting his spells. But, perhaps, that was because Cheese believed that after he fell, he would still have a reliable companion by his side to protect his body.

The power of the mage poured into the knights' bodies along the flames, and all their wounds were swept away at this moment, and the energy that lingered in the muscles gave the illusion that it could shatter everything. Atticus dodged the nezumi skeleton behind him with a backflip, and the iron in his hand split it in half from top to bottom!" "Oh, it doesn't feel like it's been since I've been thirty. The old knight pulled a sword flower and moved his neck. He stepped forward, his right hand holding the sword poked out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, his whole body was tense like a straight line, and the speed of this sword even gave people the illusion of a trance. Before the skeleton in front of him could react, the tip of the sword pierced the ribs and hit the back. Get up, put away your sword, and be clean. Atticus didn't even look at the stabbed enemy, and after he walked past the skeleton, the skeleton's vertebrae began at the point where they were stabbed by the sword, and the whole bone cracked into jagged cracks, and then shattered completely with a soft thud!

On the other side, Heather, who was originally embarrassed by the countless arms connected to the spine of the serpentine skeleton, also launched a counterattack after receiving the blessing. The knight's blonde hair flicked in the air, dragging a fiery red tail of smoke. Unlike Atticus's precise swordsmanship, Heather's relationship with the Hammer Archduke allowed her to somewhat blend the techniques of the dwarves in battle, and she faced the attacking arms, and did not choose to raise her sword to attack or avoid the edge, the female knight lunged forward, turning her back to the enemy! Since she didn't have a witch-hunting knife in her hand, Heather couldn't directly slash the enemy's body like Lothar and Atticus, so she turned the knight's sword horizontally and slammed the spine of the sword into the bones that burned with blue fire. "Click!" The spine of the sword with a huge swing successfully shattered the white bones, but at the cost of the sword being broken in two, the length of the one-handed sword in the female knight's hand was less than half of the original.

The situation seems to have become clear.