The surging skeletons were like white tides, surrounding the huge pupil stone tree, and after confirming that the other party could not resist, the necromancer cleared his throat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Come down."

After his disdainful voice, Hannik jumped out of the body of the Hitomi Tree in fear, and was immediately captured by three skeletons with sharp blades.

"Who is it?"

He glanced at the horrible skeletons, suppressed nervousness and looked up.

“・・・”

The necromancer stared at Hannik silently, as if transformed into a sculpture.

The blue-gray eyes were reminiscent of a falcon, and the other party's face was unfamiliar, but the slight scar under the left eye startled him.

Someone woke up from his memory in an instant, and his pupils shrank.

"You, you, you're the necromancer who died in the Icy Plains?!"

Hannik was shocked, and his face was full of disbelief.

A certain professional single-handedly walked through the icy plains, which had been passed down for a long time, and gradually forgotten by the professionals, including him who had become a degenerate.

It is said that the professional has a slight scar under his left eye, most of which has been buried in the cold plain.

"Dead?"

The necromancer was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

"I've come back with important information, helped eradicate the zombie trees in the Blood Wasteland, and captured you, a degenerate."

"With so much merit, who can let me die?"

He grinned, and the short-handled staff in his hand slammed into Hannick's head, blood spilling out.

Hannik shuddered and fell to the ground, terrified.

A sharp sound of breaking the air came from above, and the necromancer's back seemed to have eyes, and his staff was raised.

Three bone spears shot out suddenly, piercing through several spikes from above in an instant, and then exploded on the top of the Pupil Stone Tree.

Blood fell along with the shards of the rattan, and the snow-white skeletons of many skeletons were dyed red, like bloody monsters.

"You're not a little daring, isn't that the monster you're taking refuge in?"

"That's?"

The necromancer sneered and raised his head and looked at the top of the Hitomi Stone Tree, but was suddenly stunned.

The dreamy orange light was eye-catching, a strange ball, like a jewel.

"Interesting!"

As if seeing a child with a beloved toy, the necromancer showed an extremely surprised expression, his eyes froze, and several points of light came out of his hand.

Very basic white bone skill, "teeth".

The orb glowing orange rolled down, was lifted by the skeletons below, and then presented itself.

Under Hannick's shocked gaze, the massive body of the Hitomi Stone Tree began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless dust fell off the hard stone surface.

The green light on his chest flashed, as if the shackles had been lifted, and mixed feelings of joy and sorrow welled up in his heart.

The long-haunting Green Goblin Curse has finally been lifted, but what about after that?

Staring at the necromancer's leather boots and the silent skulls around him, Hannick felt a chill.

"Hahahaha."

Wild laughter rang out coldly, and Hannik looked up in confusion to find the necromancer with a ecstatic look on his face.

Sensing his gaze, the other party pinched his neck, and his blue-gray eyes were full of coldness.

"This zombie tree still has a doppelganger? Demons are very good at playing this kind of trick, don't think about it, take me to a place you know. ”

"Sharp."

Kicked by the necromancer in front of him, Hannik struggled to his feet, craned his neck and shouted, "I don't know!" I don't know much about the other trees..."

A frightened light flickered in his eyes, his usual means of resisting interrogation.

"But I-"

The silence continued for a moment, and Hannick suddenly opened his mouth.

But he didn't have time to make a sound.

The short-handled staff snapped out of its blade, and the necromancer sliced its throat without changing its face, allowing a skeletal blade to pierce his torso.

The cold light submerged into the body, stabbing it into a sieve.

“・・・”

Hannick's eyes widened, and blood gushed out in a muffled sound.

Playing with the ball in his hand, the necromancer walked briskly towards the entrance of the cemetery without looking at Hannick's limp body.

Return the way you came.

At the entrance of the jungle cemetery, a group of zombies approached in a majestic manner, led by Tang Ze and Iwamoto Ten.

The zombie's roar is uncontrollable, and the teeth are sharpened.

There are a few Log strongholds on the way here.・・・Did you deliberately expose them to the professionals?

Iwamoto was troubled by the magnitude of this operation more than once, and he was afraid that the professional side would not know about it.

But Tang Ze's expression was still calm, and he stubbornly suppressed the thought of doubt.

It seems that it is still in the plan of the adults, and if I ask blindly, it will give the impression of incompetence to the adults, which is not good, Iwamoto thought to himself.

But his mood was still gloomy, because no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine the benefits of exposing this operation to professionals.

"Am I really stupid?"

While Iwamoto was groaning, Tang Ze noticed the traces of the battle at the mouth of the jungle, as well as countless zombie bodies.

Someone is one step ahead of me!

Tang Ze was slightly startled, and immediately looked at Iwamoto Tian beside him.

"This is... skeletons, corpse blasts, necromancers? How is this possible? ”

Iwamoto came back to his senses, first stunned, and then muttered to himself in disbelief.

The professionals of Camp Rog found this place so quickly and launched an attack on the cemetery?

He immediately leaned down and carefully observed the traces of the battle.

"There's only one necromancer... Could it be Andytu?"

Necromancers are extremely rare professions, they are generally not well received by professionals, and many merchants hate them.

In Rog's camp, there are only a handful of necromancers who have reached the heroic level.

"No, Andy isn't there yet."

The degree of corpse explosion is extremely high, and it is obvious that the other party's summoning skeleton skills are not low, and he is a professional beyond imagination.

The level is likely to exceed Lv20.

Thousands of thoughts flickered in his mind, and Iwamoto narrowed his eyes.

"My lord, I-"

The thought of retreating appeared in his heart, and he looked at Tang Ze with a nervous expression, and stopped as soon as he spoke.

Tang Ze's deep gaze, as if he had seen through everything, made his brain run fast.

Under the absolute loyalty of the [Seed of Greed] effect, he racked his brain to wonder if all this had a deep meaning.

Not afraid of the style of the professional, the obvious intention to expose on the way, coupled with the sudden confrontation between the professional and the demon.

Winning from chaos? Or is there something else to do?

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to ask Tang Ze personally if this mysterious necromancer was also in consideration, and he took a deep breath.

Fear will only make him hesitate, so it is better to take a desperate gamble and hold a sword in his hand to cut through the thorns.

He hesitated in front of Tang Ze more than three times, and now he finally figured it out.

"I see, my lord, and I'll follow your instructions."

"As you wish."

Iwamoto's face changed again and again, putting away all his uneasiness and nervousness, his eyes emitted a wild light, leaning down in front of Tang Ze, and said in a deep voice.

The sound is confident, with a unique sense of power.

However, what he couldn't see was that Tang Ze in front of him gradually frowned, and the wrinkles became deeper and deeper.

He was confused.

What instructions, have I given you instructions?

Although he vaguely sensed that Iwamoto might have made up his brain too much, he couldn't imagine the specific situation.

The awkward silence that made Tang Ze last for a while, and Iwamoto maintained a respectful posture.

Bad!

Feeling the fanaticism and loyalty of his subordinates, Tang Ze's face changed slightly, and his non-existent stomach began to ache.

It was a situation that was ready to fly, and he had to dispel the idea of playing Tai Chi, or vaguely about the past.

At this moment, there can be no more silence.

Tang Ze immediately made a decision, and said in a voice that concealed his trembling majesty: "Then let's start." ”

The stomach was churning violently.

The zombie group behind him poured into the jungle under the orderly command of Iwamoto Ten, and Tang Ze himself stiffly followed Iwamoto's footsteps.

"Whatever, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge."

Tang Ze gritted his teeth and comforted himself.