After leaving Batesmore again, Stanis felt that it was not too early to go back to bed, but as he left the cemetery, he found one of the people he feared most about seeing, the black mage Vincent, wandering there.

The lord thought about it and decided that it would be better to avoid him, but after he took a detour, he found himself back to square one, and the guy was still standing there, presumably trapped himself here by some deceptive spell.

Faced with this bad taste, Stannis had nothing to say, so he had to step forward and pretend to be surprised and say to the black mage.

"Mr. Vince, I haven't seen you in a long time!"

The young man, who exuded a haze of gloom, slowly withdrew his gaze and said to Stannis with a smile.

"yes, it's been a long time since you deliberately took a detour to hide from me ten minutes ago. ”

Stannis pretended not to understand at all and continued to ramble, "So what are you doing here, enjoying the scenery?"

This dark and gloomy cemetery is just right for the uncomfortable aura that emanates from Vincent's body, which is the unparalleled death.

Vincent didn't speak, he just raised his hand and fiddled with the ground, then looked at Stannis with interest.

The lord was furious by him, and just as he was about to make an excuse to slip away, something terrible happened, as a rotting human hand, which had not been long in time, reached out of the land and grabbed Stannis's ankle.

"Hell!" Stannis screamed and jumped backwards desperately, his strength was too strong to tear the dead man's hand off, and he couldn't shake it off.

Immediately after, the owner of the severed hand crawled out of the grave, and a dead man who had been resurrected by the Black Mage appeared in front of Stannis.

Vincent, the initiator, was very happy to see his embarrassed appearance, for a dark mage of his level, summoning skeletons and zombies was as simple as eating and drinking.

"What are you doing with this!"

Seeing that the other party was not for his own life, Stannis was even more angry, how could this old man of the same age as Romon not be mature?

"I said I wanted to help you, and that's what I was here to help. Vincent said evilly, pointing to the rickety zombie.

"What kind of help is this!" Stannis shook off the severed hand that was still clasped around his ankle as he shook off the black corpse oil from his body, the filth of which stinks, and God knows how it was made.

Vincent waved his hand again, and the zombie fell lifeless, wiped his hand with a handkerchief and continued: "As far as I can see, you have less than half the number of soldiers on the other side. ”

"So what?"

"To deal with the army of the dead, of course we also have to borrow some of the power of the dead, there are a lot of corpses buried here, and the soil is also very good, I can summon a sizable army of the undead for you, at least let you have a little more certainty. Although I specialize in the lethal system as a black mage, I also know a thing or two about the undead system, and summoning hundreds of dead people is not a problem. ”

"How can this be done! This is blasphemy against the dead, I can't do it!" Stannis still has the bottom line of being a human being, disturbing the dead in the grave is unacceptable behavior in any world.

"The objection is invalid. Vincent was really domineering, "If you don't want to be a dead man lying in the cemetery, you'd better do what I say, and if you do anything to hinder my revenge, don't blame me for letting you join them now." ”

"It's too much, I'm the leader of the coalition forces! By the way, I want to ask you again about that dead space, is it okay if I walk in in black armor?"

Vincent stared into his eyes and said without the slightest hesitation, "Are you doubting me?"

"No, no, how dare you?" Stannis hurriedly waved his hand.

"It's better to be like that. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Vincent turned into a cloud of black smoke and drifted away, leaving only a stunned Stannis.

Now he had a very serious problem to solve, if his army found out that they were fighting alongside the bones and carrion of the dead, I am afraid that the morale would drop directly to freezing point and scatter!

Just when he was worried about this matter, he suddenly heard a riot in the barracks in front of him, did the monsters launch a night attack?

He immediately ran towards the barracks, and found a large crowd in front of his tent, and the soldiers were looking inside with their necks stretched out, as if some naked woman was inside.

Stannis was about to squeeze in, when he overheard a soldier wearing a full-covered helmet next to him say, "Things are getting more and more interesting, and this trip has not been in vain." ”

The voice was neutral, and Stanis didn't remember that he had ever recruited a sissy into the army! But he couldn't care about it now, maybe someone else brought the sissy.

"Make way for your commander!" Stannis shouted as he squeezed in, finding a large pool of blood running down the tent, a bad premonition hanging over him, and then he lifted the tent's curtain to find a dying Robert lying on the ground.

The sight in front of him made Stannis's legs go limp and he was about to collapse on the ground, but fortunately, Korodov on the side quickly helped him up.

But Stannis ignored his kindness, and the defeated lord tried to move over, unable to believe what was happening in front of him, and he tried not to believe this fact with a desperate smile, "Haha, radish, don't joke with me!

But Robert could no longer answer him, as if he had never been injured and was now in shock from blood loss, and if it had not been for the scheming of Romney who tried his best to suppress the wound in his thigh artery, he would have returned to the West.

"Sir, please sit down first, I am sure that Brother Roma will do his best. Master Romon persuaded from the side.

But Stannis couldn't listen to him, and suddenly he spotted Barrow, covered in blood, in the crowd, and then pounced like a lion, grabbed the big man by the collar and roared wildly.

"Damn! What the hell is going on! I didn't just ask you to scout around the city, how did this happen!"

If it weren't for someone stopping the furious Count, he would have punched the trembling knight to death, and Korodov and Jebertai struggled to hold Stannis back, while Brother Roma calmed his mind a little by using his magic 'soberness'.