A dark black circle of light emanated from a remote col outside of Pritz, and when the light vanished, the form of the necromancer Swift appeared in the circle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although under the impact of the Holy Light of the Judge Bishop Scott, the necromancer Swift was forced to destroy all the white jade skull short staff that he had been refining for many years, he not only escaped from Pritz City safely, but also sent Scott two 'dark entanglements' that Joe had secretly concocted, and this battle can be said to be a complete victory.

Those hapless apprentices were completely left behind by him, and in the eyes of the necromancer, such apprentices were just like necromantic creatures, consumables that could be sacrificed at any time.

Looking up at his position, Swift did not immediately join Joe, the dark mage who presided over the dark canopy, but walked straight towards the goblin colony outside the city.

When he first arrived in Pritz City, Swift had already thought about those weak goblins. The goblin with little individual strength but rough wisdom is the best spell casting material for necromancers.

Even if Judge Bishop Gray Scott was hit by two dark entanglements, if he escaped, the Church of Light would naturally remove the curse for him. Swift naturally couldn't allow Scott to escape easily, so he planned to convert tens of thousands of goblins in the goblin colony's colony into undead, manipulate them to storm Pritz City, and then kill Scott in the chaos.

The necromancer's plan was a very good idea under normal circumstances, and it would have been possible for him to come true a few days ago. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Immorton, who had just been fished back by Leo from the god of Hades, Osiris, happened to have the same idea as him, and had already controlled the goblin clan a few days in advance.

When Swift arrives at the Goblin Settlement, he realizes that something doesn't seem right, and the camp is so quiet that it's a dead silence. You must know that goblins who are free by nature are not masters who can calm down, let alone tens of thousands of goblins.

However, no matter how weird the environment is, it is just a piece of cake for the necromancer who deals with graves and corpses all day long. Swift swaggered into the goblin colony, completely unconcerned if he was discovered.

Along the way, Swift noticed that something wasn't quite right with the goblins, even though they were all sleeping honestly in their shacks. However, it was so quiet that the strange darkness of the sky did not wake them, and they did not even react to the sound of their own footsteps, which was unbelievable for the sensitive goblins.

Swift walked as he checked the status of the goblins. He was shocked to find that the goblins had almost the same facial expressions, so serene and calm, as if they were sleeping in the arms of a god.

A long-lost chill pierced through Swift's tail vertebrae, and the state of these goblins showed that they had long been controlled. Could it be that there is another puppet master in Pritz City? But even a high-level puppet master can't control tens of thousands of goblins!

The sound of clicking, clattering footsteps reached Swift's ears from far and near, and the necromancer Huo Ran turned around to find a bald man in a gorgeous robe walking towards him from the center of the goblin settlement.

The bald man's robe was a strange style, and it didn't seem to be the traditional style of a magician's robe, at least not in Swift's hundreds of years of experience. The gold threads on it could be seen to be some esoteric spell symbols, but Swift still couldn't make out what they meant.

"You are the ones who made this fog that obscures all senses!" Immorton asked coldly, looking at the man who looked like a walking skeleton.

"Who are you to dare to speak so rudely to a necromancer?Is the goblin here controlled by you?" Swift didn't answer Immorton's question, but kept asking rhetorically.

Immorton felt very familiar with the strong aura of death on the so-called necromancer in front of him, but this did not offset his sin of offending the territory of the Grand Duke of Leo.

Seeing that the bald man didn't answer his question, Swift was angry for a while, and waved his hands into claws towards Immorton, and a stream of black gas rolled towards Immorton and flew over. A distorted humanoid face could be faintly seen in the black air, howling and struggling incessantly.

The 'Wraith Missile' is the skill of the necromancer Swift, and this spell requires a painful soul to be the leader, as long as it is cast at the opponent, it can keep tracking the opponent's trail until it hits.

And after the opponent is hit by the Wraith Missile, the black gas will continue to erode his mana or fighting energy, and the painful soul will encroach on his consciousness, causing powerful blows from both the body and soul at the same time, in Swift's long life, I don't know how many enemies have fallen on his Wraith Missile.

But what made Swift feel strange was that the bald man stood there stunned in the face of his resentful missile, without the slightest dodge movement. A sinister smile appeared on Swift's face, although the Wraith Missile was powerful and could be tracked, the disadvantage was that the flight speed was not fast, but now the bald man did not dodge, which happened to be in Swift's heart.

The black gas struck Immorton's open chest with the joy and howl of the tormented soul, and a cloud of black gas enveloped Immorton's upper body. But even if the black cyclone dissipated and something happened that made Swift almost burst apart, Immorton still looked at Swift coldly, and there was no sign of erosion on his body at all.

"What are you here for Pritz City?" Immorton asked the necromancer as if nothing had happened to him after being attacked by the Wraith.

If it weren't for the loss of most of the functions of his whole body due to the erosion of the breath of death, it is estimated that Swift would have been in a cold sweat by now. He asked himself that even with his undead master's attainments, he would not be able to do so calmly under the attack of the Wraith Missile. Is the person in front of him really human?

In fact, this is Swift thinking too much, if it is replaced by the magic attack of other elemental mages, Immorton will definitely not dare to make such a big deal, but it is a pity that the death breath that the necromancer is best at is simply a hatchet in front of Immorton who returned from the underworld.