"You, dare to kill my minions?" said Fink, snarling angrily. The black magic around the body gradually soaked the surrounding space like ink, and the terrifying aura combined with the wind pressure silenced the mess below.

They all knew what they were up against, a wizard who could fly, a wizard who could shoot bone spears, a wizard who could rub fireballs and turn their birds into charcoal, an evil and terrifying wizard. But there's one person who is clearly not on the fear list.

"Can you get downwind?" Frank said, looking up, "How long has it been since you really took a hot shower for yourself?"

"You should smell yourself, the stench of corpses. My goblins stitch dozens of corpses every day, and they aren't as disgusting as you. Frank sarcastically nodded, and a few goblins who had just finished delivering the waiter nodded in cooperation.

"Dirty stuff, and stupid. You use two slimy lines to anchor yourself to the sky, thinking I'm going to think you're going to fly, or do you think I'm going to think I'm going to think those hapless stains on your back for something? Transcendent realms, at least don't use the ones I made when you're using the sea squid's ink. Most importantly, you're a necromancer, and you smell of corpses. What the hell are you putting black ink in if you don't get the dark green stuff?" said Frank dismissively.

It's just a second-order junior necromancer, and he can't even fly. He could just take Frankenstein's number and kill him. I've been on guard for a whole year because I took this kind of thing as a threat, and I knew you were just this kind of garbage, and I killed you before the New Year.

"How dare you insult me, insult the great Lord Fink!" Fink roared angrily, he was surprised that there was no strong man in front of him. Not even a knight of the first rank, where did he get the courage to be presumptuous with him, the great, wise, and powerful necromancer Lord Fink.

"That's good, that's good. Great, junior necromancer, Master Fink. Frank said in a long voice, "You seem to have misunderstood, and I don't mean to be disrespectful to you at all." I wouldn't even feel that way at all, I respect all the corpses in this world, including you, of course. For example, the bones in your body are very suitable for feeding dogs, which makes you useful. But I don't have a dog, regret story. ”

Fink's anger rattled the bones in his withered body, he was a necromancer, not a lich!

"By the way, I didn't kill your poor little henchman. Your own bone spear killed Zara. Frank said, "Also, now I'll kill your men." Frank clapped his hands lightly as he spoke, and then all the guys in the lobby below didn't even have a chance to scream and turned into dried corpses.

"Don't you compliment me on my murderous methods, which are clean, simple, and have no unnecessary odors. Throw a match at their corpse and use it as charcoal for BBQ, or as a side dish for your bone broth. Frank exaggerated, and he looked like a clown with his hand movements and his white coat.

"Enough! you damn bastard!" Fink said furiously, "I'm going to clean your entrails! I'm going to let you know who you've provoked!"

As he spoke, Fink shot two bone spears and flew towards Frank.

Two bone spears stuck firmly into Frank's Frankenstein, piercing out two skeletons, but meaningless. Frankenstein can't kill him as long as you don't chop him up completely.

"Damn abomination!Which mage's servant are you, and why did you come here to get involved in my affairs?, do you know how much effort it took me to get that zara to complete the mental servitude!" Fink said, his tone full of jealousy. The two Frankensteins, who looked a little like abomination, undoubtedly shocked him, and he couldn't understand why abomination had no stench and no brains.

And these two and those abominations in the audience don't have the slightest magic aura at all, which is not uncommon, and it is likely to be a small anti-magic detection function. But at the same time, it also means that behind this damn blasphemer in front of him can be a third-level intermediate wizard. He definitely didn't want to fight a wizard who was a stage above him.

"Maybe we can talk, young surrogate. Fink took the lead in signaling reconciliation and said, "Maybe my men misunderstood your identity and caused the conflict between us, but you must be clear that I have no intention of going to war with the man behind you. ”

"War?" Frank asked curiously, "and the people behind me?" do you mean Frankenstein?"

Frank apparently didn't react to Fink's code words, he didn't know what the real wizarding world was like. None of the collected legends and biographies teach him how wizards make dirty deals with each other.

And the system at this time helped him make a decision.

System Mission: Solve Fink, Reward: Virus Library

For some reason, Frank always felt that the system was only promoting his rapid growth in the name of tasks, and these system rewards were completely inconsistent with the principle of equivalent exchange. Even during the year, the system behaved a little differently, luring him into reaching out to new individuals and studying them. And the system's rewards have become all sorts of information since he discovered that he could get flesh points by recovering corpses, and that he could get soul points near dying people. And all the attribute points are used for his intelligence. His intelligence is now as high as 24, which is three times higher than normal.

He could feel the system nurture him, in an eerie direction, all the system rewards were being sent according to his situation, and he was almost certain that the system wouldn't give him any tasks anytime soon. But he was not qualified to refuse. The system is the only thing he relies on to survive in this world, and it is also the tool he uses to get revenge.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, shall we? Mr. Fink, you want to kill me, and I obviously want to kill you. Frank said, "So why don't we give up on the idea of this garbage and fight it head-on, you say?"

"Enough! you ignorant, impudent damned mortal!" Fink roared, "I'll kill you, even if you let the idiots behind you come to me! I'll see if your daisies are fresh enough to offend me, a second-level wizard!"

As he spoke, Fink waved his hand.

"All my lowly and greedy servants, I command you to wake up from the endless darkness, in the name of my Fink Nanthiel. Deal with this impudent fanatic in front of me!" Fink chanted, and Frank's eyes were focused on Fink's fingers.

System Mission: Obtain Fink's Half-Dimensional Space Ring, Reward: All Manipulators will have a storage function.

"Mr. Fink, you never forget to pretend to be great. If you're using your own ring, just say it. It's just the two of us, what the hell are you pretending?" Frank grumbled, he couldn't understand why the guy in front of him was so fond of trickery.

However, the effect is still there, one by one the miserable green magic arrays appeared, one by one with abomination, one after another skeletons from the immortal and sleepless land to the present world. The endless malice towards the living, and the spread of dead air, finally brought the neighborhood to its senses. In fact, screams and fighting can be heard from the hotels here every night, so people here have become accustomed to it. But this kind of large-scale magic? is definitely a new experience.

There was already a commotion in the city, and the whole restaurant was completely rotten because of the impregnation of death. With the appearance of hatred one by one, the restaurant finally collapsed overwhelmed. With the help of Frankenstein's protection, Frank was safely transferred outside the house.

At this moment, a dozen Frankenstein stood in front of Frank like a high wall, and on the opposite side was an army of thousands of skeletons and hundreds of abominations. In the center of the army, Fink sat on a throne of bones raised by skeletons, looking at Frank like an emperor.

"Maybe you should ask in, boy, don't mess with the necromancer, we're a super strong army ourselves!" Fink said triumphantly.