A single necromancer was silent. Even Nopolinot lost the fear and timidity of the beginning, and fell into this murderous silence.

This is indeed the time when there is no need for politeness and hypocrisy, and strength is more convincing than anything. Although the coercion of this existence was enormous, and the impression it had left in their hearts was indelible, what the three of them said was the truth. Although his strength was definitely one of the top people in the continent, it was definitely no match for the combined efforts of the three necromancers.

The danger of challenging authority is great, but the temptation is also irresistible, and that means that the shadow that hangs over you once you win will completely dissipate. And the shadow on their heads is already not much, as long as this piece of sky is brushed away, it will undoubtedly be brighter.

And it seems that killing the other party in such a situation can also be justified. Since the other party broke the contract first, there is no reason for another perhaps more terrifying shadow to cover his head.

But in the end, no one made the first move, because they are no longer the age when they can rush to fight with their lives on their heads at any time. If you have nothing, you have no scruples, and you don't know how precious life is if you don't live much time. And they are all famous, powerful, and powerful, and after a person has a lot of these things, he will never be willing to die, and they are far from living enough. So they don't want to fight.

Finally, Master Aiden slowly opened his mouth to break the silence: "Forget it, anyway, we are all still from the same Desa Valley, and it seems that there is no need to kill each other for the sake of outsiders." Why don't you do it...... Shall we make a bet?"

The golden skull mask chuckled, "What do you want to bet on?

"There are five more ghosts here. Master Aiden gestured to the puppet with its wings flapping in mid-air. "We may not have seen your living corpse technique for a long time, so let's gamble that you build a living corpse to fight these five gargoyles, and we will not fight each other. If you win, we'll leave. If we win, then you just leave it alone, okay?"

The golden mask nodded: "Okay." I can't believe that you like to play these things. ”

"Nopolinot. You operate the gargoyle. Master Aiden turned his head and glanced at Nopolinot. The moment he turned his back to the golden skull mask, the way he looked at his two companions became strange. "Be careful. It's up to you to win. ”

His two companions undoubtedly saw this in their eyes, but their faces and eyes were extremely calm, without a trace of inappropriateness or surprise. "I see. "The fat necromancer jumped with great dexterity and shared a gargoyle with another necromancer. With his gesture, the remaining five gargoyles gathered in the air and lined up in formation. The massive black stone body made neat movements under the command of the necromancer, like a soldier who had been trained for a long time.

The necromancer under the golden mask sneered. He didn't manipulate the eagle under his seat, but raised his hand out of thin air, and a blue light slowly began to shine in his hand. When the light was dazzling, he flipped his wrist, and the blue light sprinkled down to the ground like water.

Far from the ground high in the air, the corpses of the swordsmen began to squirm as soon as the blue light shone on them. The corpses that were still healthy stood up on their own, and the flesh that had been turned into flesh under the steel puppets kept wriggling and gathering like a pile of bright red ooze monsters.

Not only the fresh corpses, but the surrounding dirt was not constantly stirring. Something like mud and bones came out of the earth like sprouts in the spring rain in this blue light. These are the corpses that have been left in this land for an unknown period of time, these corpses are as big as rhinoceros, rats and even insects, most of them can hardly distinguish the shape before birth, just a mass of mud or broken bones that are not formed, but now they are active and vigorous.

Under the blue light that fell from the sky, the ground, which had been dead silence just a moment ago, was now completely full of vitality. Everywhere there was something moving, emerging from the mud. If it weren't for the fact that this scene was so weird and terrifying, this strange blue light would have been a bit like the legendary savior light that revived everything. This area shrouded in blue light was hundreds of meters in circumference, and now it was as if the ground had suddenly become the legendary Netherworld.

Geffenhardt's feet were only now really starting to flash. If it weren't for Roland, his patron saint, still standing next to him. He may have fainted from fright. He gripped Roland's hand tightly, and his voice was like sifting chaff: "...... Let's run now......"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. With him here, I don't think so. The necromancer is here to help us. Roland shook his head.

"Oh, this is the ...... for us," Geffenheart looked up at the sky. The look of fear in his eyes slowly dissipated, full of surprise and shock.

In mid-air, the three necromancers looked at the blue light that revived countless corpses, and their faces were a little ugly. Nopolinot's voice smiled bitterly: "It's just a bet, can you use the undead scourge and the gathering spirit thaumaturgy to synthesize a giant corpse puppet?"

"It's just a small effort. The golden skull mask replied lightly. "Do you think I'm going to use the eagle I borrowed from you to deal with your gargoyle, this thing is supposed to be better than the gargoyle, but I don't want to go underground. The only thing I've ever done in my life is that I'm very careful with the guys who do business. Because I know these people are treacherous. ”

Nopolinott sighed, shook his head and said, "You're wrong. In fact, businessmen are the least treacherous. It's just that I like to put the interests on the surface. In fact, who doesn't live for profit? To put it more profoundly, even if it is feelings, beliefs, and the like, how can it not be interests for oneself? Those who have unsightly calculations in their hearts are the real treacherous, and compared to them, don't you think that people like me are the most frank people?"

The golden skull mask smiled, nodded and said, "Oh? Let me see what you, the most frank of people, can do. ”

On the ground, all the corpses of the moving place were gathered together. These things come in all shapes and sizes, solid and liquid, and they are constantly overlapping. Squeezing, peristalsis. Slowly, it squeezed out a shape similar to that of a gargoyle.

The corpse monster stood up, vibrated countless congealed blood, and the huge wings composed of small limbs and ** mud rose into the air. The smell of rotting death instantly filled the area. Even the devils in hell do not have such a terrifying aura and might. Within the eye of the surrounding area, both birds, beasts, and insects began to desperately flee from this breath.

"I'm afraid this living corpse puppet can't be dealt with by five gargoyles. Maybe fifty, right?" Nopolinot smiled wryly. "Didn't you say you're just a living corpse?"

The golden skull mask sneered, "Do you have a problem with your eyes? Isn't it one or two? As long as you can get it seriously injured, you win, okay?"

The fat necromancer still shook his head: "So the person who plans to deal with it in his heart is actually the most treacherous. How do you want my gargoyle to hurt this monster in any way? No. I can use spells, how about it? Otherwise, there's really nothing to bet on. ”

"One of the reasons I hate people doing business the most is that they always like to bargain. But that's fine, aside from making some broken copper and iron, I really don't look at the elemental magic of your three-legged cat. The golden skull mask snapped its fingers, and the corpse golem sent a huge stench of wind towards the five gargoyles.

It didn't match the huge body. The corpse golem flew into the arms of a gargoyle at a speed more than a notch higher than that of a gargoyle, hugging each other tightly on all fours like hugging the closest lover. There was a loud but crisp cracking sound, and the obsidian body was shattered like glass in the mass of rotting flesh.

Sure enough, as the necromancer expected. With just one blow, this huge earth stone puppet was completely defeated by the corpse puppet, and this strength is indeed not a little bit. No matter how well-made the utensils are, they will not have the power of life itself. This was stimulated by the living corpse technique and the soul gathering thaumaturgy, so although the hidden power of the corpse was not active for a long time, as long as it could still move, it was by no means something that the stone could resist.

But at the same time, the claws of the other four gargoyles also slammed into the body of the corpse golem. Although it was also rotting flesh, the flying pieces of flesh almost immediately reattached themselves to the corpse puppet's body. In this way, the effect of this ordinary attack is really pitiful.

There was a muffled 'boom'. A large flame appeared in the air out of thin air, enveloping the gargoyle and the corpse golem in it. Nopolinot finally made a move. As soon as it is shot, it is a high-level spell of fire, Hell Fire.

The corpse puppet rushed out of the flames with the sparks and smoke around it, and by the way, it was still a smell that people who had never smelled it could never imagine, it was the smell of countless rotting corpses after being burned and roasted at high temperatures, even if it was a simple smell of rotting corpses, compared with the taste after high-temperature processing, it could be completely described as elegant. If this is in the battle formation. The smell alone was enough to kill a thousand soldiers.

The four gargoyles were hidden in the flames and did not move, their obsidian bodies immune to the flames. And this seems to be the reason why Nopolinot asked to take action himself, only magic cooperation is the only way to deal with this kind of corpse puppet. Whether it is magic or a gargoyle attack, it actually consumes the mana in the body of this corpse monster, and such a large-scale burning is undoubtedly the most effective.

The four necromancers in mid-air didn't even move their brows, and everyone was watching the battlefield without squinting. Nopolinot chanted the incantation while manipulating the remaining four gargoyles, looking a little scrambling. The necromancer wearing a golden skull mask on the carving looked much more relaxed.

Of course, this is just a lot more relaxed. After all, it was not easy to make such a large corpse puppet, and although his operation was much easier than that of Nopolinot, it still required energy and attention. This is clear to everyone, especially Master Aiden, who is floating in mid-air. That's exactly what he wanted.

Master Aiden's face was indifferent, and his eyes were calm, but the hand holding the scroll behind his back had already spasmed his muscles due to tension. This scroll was shoehorned in by the Acting Guildmaster when he set out from the Valley of Deya.

Like other top magicians, Master Aiden doesn't usually carry any magic scrolls with him. Even high-level magic like Thunderstorm Bomb was thrown out of his hand at a speed not much slower than a scroll. The point is that the self-esteem of being the top spellcaster in the continent does not allow it, just like it is impossible for a chef to carry this recipe with him. However, when he left the Valley of Deya, Inham asked him to bring a few special battle scrolls with him, just in case.

Master Aiden was originally very disdainful. But the acting guildmaster said, "Even if I ask the master to do me a favor, take it with me." So Master Aiden only frowned and accepted it.

Until this opponent appears. Master Aiden's thought that maybe there would be a real chance to use the scroll was accompanied by a kind of fear, fear of the acting guildmaster. The appearance of this person could not have been arranged by him, then he could only have expected it. Aiden had always looked down on the acting guildmaster, and in his eyes he was just a hairy boy. There doesn't seem to be anything amazing in terms of magic cultivation or doing things, and being able to become the acting guildmaster is just a matter of luck and just a chance to solve Ronis, and this title actually has no substantive effect. But it wasn't until this time that he found out. Originally, this person was so thoughtful and thoughtful that even he couldn't predict it. And the key is that he usually doesn't show any mountain dew, and this deep scheming with such a mind really can't help but make people feel a little creepy.

However, these thoughts only flashed in his heart, after all, the first thing to solve was the opponent in front of him.

The three of them knew very well that the other party alone would never be the opponent of the three of them on their side. But they also know that if they really want to fight each other head-on, even if they can kill each other. But at least one or two will die on your own side. And no one wants to be one of them, so they don't dare to do it, they don't dare to fight.

But I don't want to fight, it's not that I don't want to do it. In many cases, it is a good or even more effective choice to switch to one or more ways. This is also the specialty of the old treacherous giants who have lived a handful of years. Aiden only had a slight turn of his mind and immediately made such a suggestion for a bet.

For a mage of the opponent's level, any fluctuations in the condensed mana before the magic sneak attack cannot be concealed from the opponent. In this case, it is undoubtedly best to use reels. And this scroll is also the most effective paralysis technique against this kind of single but superior opponent.

According to the original idea, Master Aiden wanted his opponent to operate the sitting eagle and descend to the ground, but he didn't expect the opponent to make a huge corpse puppet. But then Nopoldnot immediately struck the snake with the stick. Proposed the condition that you can also use magic yourself.

Although there was no tacit understanding in the past, Master Aiden also believed that the look in his eyes when he turned back could convey enough meaning. This is a common understanding between the same scheming old and spicy people, and each other's interests, thoughts, and plans are conveyed enough in this look. Master Aiden believes that as long as he makes a move. It won't be just one person.

This opponent actually created such a living corpse puppet with amazing combat power at the beginning, which shows that most of the opponents are still a little wary. As long as there is this big guy comparable to a giant beast, it is true that the three of them have scruples, such a monster can completely gain the upper hand in flexibility except for Master Aiden, and the other two are afraid that as long as they show a little bad intentions, they will immediately attract attacks. And this kind of monster, even a top-level single attack magic like the Flame Bomb, can't be defeated all at once.

But Master Aiden was very confident in his own shot, because this was a scroll, and even if the other party was not distracted, as long as he didn't unfold the scroll, he would never notice it, not to mention that he had to be distracted to operate the corpse golem now. This instantaneous spell of white magic can be said to be unavoidable, unless the protective spell has been applied before, or it is just relying on its own fighting energy or mana to break away the shackles. And as long as the paralysis technique takes effect, even if it is enough to make the opponent completely stiffen in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, it's enough to make people die a hundred times. And once the operator is lost, the corpse puppet will also be self-defeating.

The battle in mid-air has reached a fever pitch. Although they worked well with each other, Nopolinot also blessed the gargoyle with auxiliary magic. But the difference in strength was irreparable, and the living corpse puppet smashed half of the third gargoyle to pieces with another blow. However, Nopolinot's three thunderbolts of ice also hit the corpse golem's body. A large area of the corpse golem's body was instantly covered with a layer of ice and hoarfrost, and the claws of the other two gargoyles also slammed into the frozen places. Immediately, pieces of frozen black bodies fell to the ground, unable to attach themselves to the corpse puppet's body. After this moment of fighting, Nopolinot seemed to have finally found the most effective way to deal with this monster.

However, the necromancer with the golden skull mask did not look nervous at all, but yawned leisurely. Because the winner is already obvious. Although the opponent slowly found a suitable tactic, there were only two gargoyles left, and victory was already in sight.

Nopolinot doesn't seem willing to give up, still directing the two gargoyles to fight the golems. It's just that he no longer dares to casually let the gargoyle get close to the corpse golem, and exchange the price of a gargoyle for a chance to attack. The magic in Nopolinot's hands was no longer just water, but fireballs, lightning, and cannon-like bombardments, and although these magic continued to blast pieces of rotten flesh and bones on the corpse golem's body, it seemed to be just a drop in the bucket.

The magic kept blowing up, bombarding, rotting flesh flying, the air was full of magical elements and strange fluctuations from the corpse golems, and the gargoyles and golems with the speed of the magic flew in mid-air and turned around You chase me like three huge and weird bats, and the air currents that roll up make people's skin hurt.

Master Aiden knew that he had the opportunity to make a move, and his hand suddenly pulled out the magic scroll from behind his back, and the fluctuations of white magic instantly erupted. Almost at the same time, Nopolinot's hand, which had been casting spells on the corpse golem, turned to the necromancer wearing the golden skull mask on the eagle.

Master Aiden could feel that the paralysis of the white magic in his hand had condensed and was about to swarm out. But at this time, he also felt a strange creep. It was someone holding a knife against him from behind. And I could feel the muscles on the ground in the hand holding the knife contracting, tense, and about to send it forward.

Maybe it was the thrilling battles between life and death that he had experienced several times in the past year or so, that restored his intuition that had been buried by the years back to the sharpness of his youth when he was still on the battlefield when he was still on the battlefield, the kind of intuition about battle and death, so he was the first of the three to feel that something was wrong. He didn't even have time to finish the scroll that could be released in the blink of an eye with a tenth of it left, but suddenly spun around and dodged and swung up a wall of wind to block his back. At the same time, he shouted: "Be careful. ”

Even the quickest falcon could not have gone from being completely still to dodging at high speed, and the wall of wind from his hand was enough to withstand the most powerful bolts. Thankfully, the little black shadow was a little slower after breaking through the wall of wind, just flying right in front of his nose.

At such a close distance, Aiden could clearly see that this little black shadow was a hummingbird. However, it is obvious that this cannot be an ordinary peak bird, because it is impossible for a hummingbird to fly so high, nor can it have such a fast speed and such a deadly momentum, and the key is that it is impossible to have such a strong smell of rotting corpses. The smell was so thick that it looked like a bucket of stinking mud had been poured into the nose.

The downhill hummingbird quickly drew an arc in mid-air, and then turned back and continued to charge towards Master Aiden, but this time it was met by countless small but delicate meat grinder-like wind slashes, which instantly cut it into countless pieces, and then a strong wind blew the minced meat away without a trace. It was only then that the terrified Master Aiden had time to see his two companions, knowing that there was no reason for such an attack to be directed at him alone.

The necromancer who used soul magic was a little slower to react, and he didn't wake up until Master Aiden's reminder rang out. But his luck was also the best, as the other dark shadow that flew from his back hand was a little slower than the one that attacked Master Aiden, and the magic he had condensed in his hand also seemed to hesitate to attack the necromancer on the opposite side at the same time, just to protect himself.

Master Aiden shouted, and the necromancer's body didn't have time to move, and he didn't even turn his head, but he just shouted, and the small battle that had reached his back less than a meter immediately shattered.

Soul magic had almost no physical attack power, but the purest magic fluctuations that surged out still crushed the already fragile little black dot. Only the sharp feeling and attack method of soul magic can snipe this blow like this.

But his luck was good, but it wasn't good enough. The black dot wasn't shattered thin enough, and there was still a small piece that was carried by inertia and hit his arm.

It was just a bump, and it didn't seem to hurt the flesh, but the necromancer screamed as if he had been bitten by the most venomous snake. With a wave of his hand, a handful of ice condensed by water-based magic appeared on his other hand, slashing down at the arm that had been hit by a small fragment. Without the slightest hesitation, the arm fell, and blood splattered, but the blood gushing out of his broken shoulder was red, and the fallen arm was left with a dark and sticky sauce.

By this time, Nopolinot, who was riding a gargoyle next to him, had fallen silently. There was a big hole in his vest, and the feet of a crow or some other bird were still outside, but no blood was coming out. If you look closely, you can see that the necromancer who was still white and fat and wielding magic just now has now become a zombie.

The biggest and fastest man was coming at him, and he had just heard Master Aiden's shout when he felt a hole in his vest be cut open.

Without screaming, before he could even snort, all his senses and breaths were drained by the insane toxins and corrosive mana of what had rushed into his body. His outstretched fingers drooped, and the condensed but ineffective mana produced a small explosion that blew his hand apart, but no blood or other fluids flowed out, and the limbs that had been full of life before in the blink of an eye were now no different from specimens.

"You're right, those who don't speak and keep all their calculations in their hearts are the meanest and most treacherous, just like me, aren't they?" "Frank man. Your plans are too frank. ”