A codex that falls from the air into a burning bush of thorns.

The tongue of fire turned the pages of the book and illuminated the words on it—

Felwood, the plaguebringer, made it his mission to spread the plague.

That's how I position myself, and everyone says how evil necromancers are, and that makes me laugh. The butcher does not care about the blood on his hands, and the mourners forget the rotten breath on their bodies. Necromancers have tasted the souls of life and death, and are accustomed to seeing the separation of flesh and blood, and will not mind being a butcher or a mourner.

The undead existed before the appearance of necromancers, just as snakes existed in nature, and many people are afraid of snakes. The undead inhabit the underworld, occasionally crossing into Lotherma. The remains of the dead are similar to those of people after death, but they are also original life, what a wonderful thing!

What we think is proof of death, in the case of the undead, we are born like this.

Ancient tombs, corpse pits, cemeteries and other places, by chance, there will also be undead crawling out. When they see their ancestors or friends standing up and walking again, most people are consumed by fear, and only a few people have a strong curiosity and think deeply about the connection between the dead and the moving bones. This curiosity created the necromancer.

Necromancers let the living die, trying to make the dead "live". It is hoped that through the action of magic, one of the bones that will move again will become conscious, and this special group of people has long maintained a high level of attention. The revival of memory, the study of the immortality of the soul, and finally evolved into the supreme pursuit, eternal life, and even eternity!

I, Felwood, was one of them.

After years of research, I found an interesting phenomenon:

The bones of people who have been in contact with an element for a long time will have the qualities of that element. I have enough facts and data to prove that this is not an isolated phenomenon, and it is not my words. Among the bones I studied were magicians, elven magicians, Beamon sacrifices, and half a dragon skull, and I even tried to capture a giant and compile the results into a book of discourse.

In fact, there have been people who have long used this to become permanent beings, that is, lichs. But the Lich is a powerful necromancer, and anyone else is not suitable. What I'm looking for is a way for ordinary people to retain their memories even after being transformed into the dead!

My "Feywood Conjecture":

Let it get used to the breath of the undead, or the element of the undead, which is also divided into living souls and dead souls. When it dies, will something strange happen? The mercenary stacks the gold and copper coins together and presses them under the big stones, and after a few years, the patterns on the gold coins magically run to the rusted copper coins! It can be seen that it is this corruption of the copper coins that allows them to obtain the patterns on the gold coins!

So, what about my "corruption" on a statement? Think of ordinary people as the copper coin, and be able to get the pattern of the "gold coin" of the lich?

Based on this, I began my maverick path of magic.

Instead of summoning a large number of gray bones to attack the city in exchange for a large number of corpses, living souls, and dead souls, like my colleagues, I chose to become a plague bringer.

On the plateau, I only need to spread some plague, waste a little tongue, and the turning wheel of war will witness my miracles!

Looking forward to that moment!

Let the inferior races on the plateau witness together, the miracle moment that belongs to Felwood!

-- As the Codex slowly turned to ashes in the flames, and while the people were speculating about the undead, gray smoke spread from the ground among the thorns, mixed with the smoke and dust after the flames, and spread from the dry remains of crops and weeds. The blood on the ground was stained gray, dried up, withered, and the smell of corruption became strong. Then, the gray followed the bloodstains and spread to the corpses of the Viku, burrowing into them until the whole corpse turned grayish-white.

A gray-robed man emerged from the flames and smoke. It gives people the feeling that it is like a pile of ashes that have cooled for ten years, and even the tongue of fire no longer licks and teases him, and the sense of desolation goes straight to the bottom of people's hearts.

Just as the others were discovering themselves, the gray robe stopped, stretched out his left hand, and flicked his fingers rhythmically in the air. At his feet, a bone stump that looked like a bamboo shoot grew out of the ground. It was not until it was as tall as the crenellated wattle that irrigated the fountain of life that some branches branched out and ceased to grow. It has the meaning of competing with Ouyang's means of birth.

The gray robe sat on a sticking branch with his legs folded, his fingers crossed on his knees, and spoke, in a very light tone.

"Free your nose and smell it, this rich dead soul, this moisturized bone shoots are so fat. Smell it again, the rich soul in your body, here, it is really a place to praise. ”

"Hey, I said......" Ouyang greeted the other party politely, and in the action of waving his hand, the spiral armor shield was so polite, and came out with the voice, with the power of a headshot!

"Go die!" The other party's ostentatious intention to spawn bones with one hand had already indicated his identity, and Ouyang didn't even need to ask, so he launched an attack.

However, the result made everyone lose their arm bones!

The armor shield slammed into the gray robe's body, making a heavy crashing sound, and it bounced to the side, but the man didn't move!

Is the man cast in iron?!

"The strength is good, but the accuracy is a little off! Come again, I can still hold on!" the annoying voice rose again.

Ouyang drew his machete, looked at Ai Puli, signaled her not to act rashly, and thought about countermeasures in his heart.

Kaka's cry sounded, interrupting Ouyang's thoughts, because there was actually surprise in the cry of the little thing!

As the bone rod pointed, everyone exclaimed the abnormality of the ground. The gray mist was like a carpet that had spread out in front of everyone's toes, and if it weren't for the three small things running around, no one else would have noticed.

Fear, so that the team's footsteps couldn't help but take a step back.

"What is this?Undead aura?" asked Ouyang Chao in the gray robe.

"It's kind of like that. The hood of the gray robe moved, and the voice continued: "The Evil Land, a spell, is a stage for warriors. ”

As the words fell, the corpses of the Viku who had fallen to the ground mutated within the range of the gray mist. The sound of popping and crackling sounded, and the corpses that fell from the dirt shook as the flesh played intoxicating the gray robes. First his hands and feet swung like a gnome's gear, and then his whole body bounced as if it were scattered all over the ground. In the tsk of the gray robe, his stage staged a "zombie dance" that the outside world could not appreciate.

Normal people would not think that such a scene would be pleasing to the eye!

The flesh was thrown away, and a tall crimson skeleton stood on the deserted crop ground, evil and weird!

Obis Rakhi!

Everyone gasped.

The timid even screamed.

These Viku people all fell from the sky, and many of them were shattered by Ouyang before they landed, and now, this skeleton was actually broken and reunited, and some even pinched broken spears or spears, the evil of necromancy made the cold air go deep beyond the spine!

Everyone kept talking about the undead, guarding against the undead, and when they really faced it, they found that their throats were dry. The weirdness and evil contained in it is really uncomfortable.

"Found it!" the gray-robed tone finally brought a smile, "The bones are all restored!" The wonder of the 'Wicked Land' can make the bone warrior immortal!"

Staring at the bones in the field one by one, the things he had experienced in the past came to Ouyang's mind, boasting about cleaning the island's water ship turtle, the monstrous tsunami was actually caused by a sea beast, the demonic beasts of the forest were drunk and polite, and the most lush trees in the wasteland were actually nourished by corpses...... After all the weird things, after some experience, Ouyang began to grasp the concept of living in this world, one of which is to believe in feelings, and the first thought that arises in his heart is often the key to solving problems.

"What about taking their skulls off and throwing them away?" Ouyang tossed the huge machete in his hand, "I like to throw things, maybe one of them can smash your head." ”

Thinking about how to deal with these bones, the idea naturally came to mind. At this moment, Ouyang just had a feeling. Three-year-old children are afraid of eggs and break their clothes and walk with their heads down, maybe the broken eggs will stain their clothes when they fall, but it is better than not daring to walk or take them because they are afraid.

"A good idea!" said the Grey Robe.

"But I have to warn you that stepping into the 'evil land' is not a safe thing, in just a quarter of an hour, you will be poisoned, dark poison, not fun!"

"Hearing you say that, I suddenly thought of running away. Ouyang threw the machete to the ground and spread his hands.

The gray hood was raised, and he smiled, "This is not a warrior!"

"It doesn't matter, I don't have any conflict with you. Running away, I'm more at ease. ”

"No!" the gray-robed man stretched out a finger and shook it, "The guy you caught is my disciple." The Plateau War was my experiment in creating the undead, and the Earth Spirits were the best catalyst. Finally, I have taken a fancy to you, men make undead, women make children, and women of so many races can be gathered, and the necromancer's heart is pounding. ”

"It seems that there is no negotiation!" Ouyang kicked his foot, and after the machete picked up a blank of dirt, it fell back into his hand.

"That's good, hot-blooded men should enjoy fighting, and necromancers want to see death, and they hit it all off. The voice under the gray robe returned to flatness, and with a gesture, the red and white skeleton warriors who began to retreat from blood brushed the ground towards everyone.

"It's a bit of a faux pas, my name is Feywood, a plaguebringer. ”

"No, because I understand that you are threatening me with the spreading evil land, and those land spirits with limited mobility have become your hostages!" Ouyang didn't want to be serious with the necromancer, after all, the necromancer was too weird. If they really want to escape, they will be enough to take all the land spirits with them.

However, Felwood's last words made him decide to fight, and he angrily said the reason: "You shouldn't have thought like that to the woman next to me." They are women! They are human beings! They are not the mother of the cubs! You despise not only life, but also the motherhood that created it! You should know why the flowers are so red! Otherwise, I'm sorry that your father and mother gave birth to a handle!"

After speaking, Ouyang waved his hand and motioned for Huo Jiasi to start preparing for the madness blessing.

After madness, it not only increases the combat ability of the Beamon warriors, but also improves the resistance to spells. It can be said that madness is the best weapon for the Beamon warriors to resist the magicians. Based on this, the "Battle Song of Rage" will be the standard for measuring whether a priest can be promoted to a war sacrifice and whether he can participate in the war.

The Skeleton Warrior began to stride and rush over.

Cullen and Flegg stood beside Ouyang again, and the three most powerful people once again formed the head of the formation.

But the mastiffs crossed them out of the ordinary, and a neat row crossed in front of them.

"Comrades!" shouted Kosha, holding his iron rod aloft, "it's time for these bones and scum to experience our warm welcome!"

"Whew-" A wolf roar rose into the sky!

"Tengu devours the sun!" interrupted the wolf's roar with a curse!

"Ge Lao Tzu told you to welcome bones, not lambs!

The corners of the mastiffs' mouths twitched, but the fighting passion still prevailed over shyness, and suddenly-

"Wang!"

A bunch of dogs barking!

Huo Jiasi's chant was almost cut off by this hilarious scene, but fortunately, the sacrificial chant was not like the magician, and there was a danger of backlash. Otherwise, Ouyang, who was heartbroken, would definitely have to kick these guys out.

A surprising scene appeared, those skeletal warriors as tall as mastiffs were actually frightened by the mastiff's screams. In the hollow eyes, the faint soul fire revealed fear.

Just as a mouse is afraid of a cat, skeletons are inherently fearful of the Kobolds of the Mondoug tribe. In Beamon, even in the face of a group of bone warriors, the skinniest Chihuahua in the Doug clan dares to charge with a dagger held high!

The living Viku people are not afraid, but after death they will become skeletons, and they will be in the middle of it! If it weren't for the undead aura spreading on the ground, the mastiffs would not have been able to wait to rush out.

Seeing this scene, the gray-robed Faywood could no longer remain calm. After a brief chant, he waved his hand and launched a wave as dark as the deepest of the night, crashing into the bone warriors, drowning them all and continuing to rush forward.

"Caress of the Night", a spell used to interrupt the life force of living creatures. This spell has a special effect on undead creatures, and the undead who are touched will not take damage or damage to their constitution, but it must pass a will test to see if it has a fearless soul and becomes an undead warrior who never flinchs. Otherwise, the fear amplified by the spell will cause it to turn around and run away immediately.

After the black wave, except for the three skeleton warriors who turned around and fled, all of them were there, and there was no fear in their eyes, and they raised the weapons in their hands, chasing the tail end of the black wave, and rushed towards the living.

"Mantra: Barrier!"

Reilian, a priest who had been on guard against necromancers, raised her hands and spilled a ray of light, falling in front of the black wave, forming a twenty-five-yard hemispherical light shield that blocked the direction of the black wave. The black wave crashed against the mask, and both disappeared.

Shingon Barrier is a defensive spell used to reduce magic damage, and Lilian places it in front of the necromancer's attack as a shield.

Both the good and the evil sides chose a spell for another purpose, and both had the desired effect. From here, it can be seen what kind of level of magic the Tran humans have developed to teach such a flexible spellcaster!

Ouyang didn't have time to care about this, his focus was on the necromancer. After he cast a spell, the necromancer's position suddenly changed, just as a stone suddenly fell on the surface of the water and disturbed the reflection of the moon.

Ouyang believes in his eyes, this is not an illusion, the transformation of "epidemic" has allowed him to obtain superhuman dynamic vision, and he has developed the habit of paying attention to the target reference object at any time for a long time. So he's pretty sure that the necromancer's position has changed!

Ouyang immediately thought of a possibility, illusion! The necromancer had interfered with their vision at some point, and the armor shield he threw did not hit the mage, but hit the bone shoot, and the crack on it was proof!

"Kaka!" Ouyang called out his hand.

"Quack!" Kaka replied, but instead of jumping into Ouyang's hand, he picked up his mount, hugged Lulu's round belly, and lifted it upside down.

Then he tightened his arms, and the capsule in his hand immediately deflated, and Lulu struggled in pain. Cocaka was as if he had been struck by an evil spirit, ignoring the wailing of his mount, and his arms were bent harder!

Lulu let out a wail, foaming at the mouth.

Kaka let out a joyful sound of achieving his goal, and shook Lulu in his hand twice, causing the spit in Lulu's mouth to throw out two white lines and draw them in front of everyone.

The white liquid fell to the ground, and immediately rose up white smoke, and those gray smoke touched the white smoke, and they actually retreated!

What's going on? Why is that big ant's saliva so bad?!

"Souls!" the necromancer screamed, completely losing his grace.

PS：

Ask for leave tomorrow, because there will be a character that Xiao Xi likes very much, and I want to write it well!