After a lot of hard work, several life-saving methods, and finally watching his companion give up on him, this painful despair made Swift almost eat Joe's heart. It's a pity that he never thought about www.biquge.info apprentices he had abandoned hated him like this.

Transferring the circle is a one-time thing, and even if Swift comes to the circle, it won't help. The Yellow Sand Storm that was following him closely behind him wouldn't give him enough time to rearrange the circle, and he didn't have that many resources to repair it right now. From the state of black fog back to the appearance of the skeleton wearing a black cloak, he has crisscrossed the continent for many years, giving countless people the necromancer who led the grief, despair, and pain to completely lose hope of escape.

"Bastards! They're all hellish bastards! Damn Scott, you've been holding me off for so long! Damn Grand Duke Pritz is standing by! Damn baldhead, did I dig your family's ancestral grave? They're chasing after me! And the most damned Joe! I curse you to fall into the abyss forever!" The necromancer completely lost his former composure and gloom, jumping to his feet like a shrew and scolding, as if to vent his hesitation and fear in this way.

The howling wind drew closer, and Swift's cloak was blown to the top of the hill, and in the face of a massive sandstorm, the necromancer looked like an ant in front of a lion's eyes.

"Swift let out a series of strange laughs as if he had given up on himself. With laughter, he grabbed his cloak and tore it to reveal his thin, bony body.

"There will be death in life, and there will be death in life, and the sigh and fear of death are everywhere in the world......"

"In God's eyes, quiet prayer is equal to a curse before death......

Death prayers were muttered in the necromancer's mouth, and a large stream of death began to spread from his body, and his already skinny body became more and more shriveled, and the skin was already tightly wrapped around the bones as if it was about to be transparent.

The sandstorm suddenly closed when it came to the necromancer, and countless pieces of yellow sand quickly gathered together, and Immorton's burly figure stepped out of the yellow sand and strode to the necromancer who was praying.

Seeing the arrival of this powerful bald man, Swift's eyes showed hatred, fear, and resentment, but his death prayer did not stop, even if he died, he would drag this bald head into hell together.

The rich aura of death continued to gush out of Swift's body, as if he had connected the road to hell, and the surrounding flowers and trees withered and faded under the erosion of the aura of death, and large areas of wild mice and flying insects fled in a panic towards the distance. Only Immorton walked unhurriedly towards this place of death, which was almost like purgatory.

The acube of death wound around Immorton's leg as if it were alive, as if it were constantly testing his aura. For this level of death aura, Immorton didn't look at it at all, strode on it, and walked straight in front of Swift.

Seeing Immorton walking into the breath of death, Swift's eyes showed the joy of success, and it was not in vain that he consumed his precious life force to summon the breath of death, and even if he died, he could pull the enemy into hell with him.

Unfortunately, things went far beyond Swift's expectations, and after Immorton entered the range of the death breath, not only was he not harmed by the death breath, but he continued to absorb the gray death breath from between his robes. This is a poisonous breath of death for living beings, and even necromancers can only neutralize part of it with their own life force by praying sincerely to the god of death, and if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that a slight trace can kill them.

But Immorton just broke Swift's common sense, and the necromancer who muttered the death prayer almost bit his tongue, and his eyes almost popped out, who the hell is this, is he a human being? Swift's heart roared loudly, he couldn't believe his eyes, and he didn't dare to accept the reality in front of him.

Immorton walked up to Swift and didn't talk nonsense to him, and his big fan-like hand grabbed his neck and held Swift's prayer in his throat.

"I ask you, who are you, and why did you come to Pritz City to cause trouble?" Immorton asked Swift word by word.

Although he believes in the god of death, and usually deals with corpses and necromancy, the necromancer is also a human after all, and Swift, whose neck is choked, can't answer Immorton's words at all, and his sunken eyes roll vigorously, and his hands and feet are gradually unable to struggle, and he is about to really see his god of death.

It would be easy to take out the necromancer, but that wasn't the main purpose of Immorton. Just when Swift felt that his soul was about to leave his body, and he didn't know whether he should return to the kingdom of the god of death or fall into hell forever, he suddenly felt that the big hand that was holding his throat was loosened, and the free necromancer involuntarily took a deep breath, and a breath of fresh air mixed with the rotten smell of plants and trees went straight from his nose to his heart, bringing Swift an incomparably comfortable feeling.

No matter how much he believed in death before, Swift found that he still longed or longed to live, and this feeling of surviving from death was so good that it was better than researching a new magic, better than acquiring a hundred high-level necromantic creatures.

"Huhu~, I said, I said...... I'm Swift, the necromancer of the Isle of the Dead, and this time I'm working with Joe, the dark mage of the Dark Council, to destroy the Church of Light and destroy their efforts to expand their power. Swift didn't have the previous insistence, and after going around between life and death, he had a new understanding and attachment to life, and naturally cherished his life more, and explained his purpose very cooperatively.

"We didn't mean to target Grand Duke Pritz, and we didn't want to destroy Pritz City, so we just used the 'Dark Canopy' to cover our whereabouts, instead of the undead plague forcibly attacking the city. ”

Swift's cooperation eased the chill on Immorton a little, but unfortunately, this high priest Immorton was not a good man and a woman, and he did not let go of the necromancer so easily.