"W-isn't that the one?!" Aisha said in surprise, pointing to the silver rectangular box in Harry's hand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Harry smiled slightly, "That's right, this thing is the key thing to determine if my guess is correct or not." ”

"And what are you going to do?" asked Louisa.

"It's very simple, I'll just go. ”

With that, Harry handed the lamp to Kalia and stepped into the darkness alone, and when he was finally overwhelmed by the darkness, Harry turned back and said, "You can wait here for my good news, don't worry. ”

Eventually, Harry was swallowed up by the darkness, and although the people of Kalia were worried, Harry said so, and they didn't say anything, standing still, watching the darkness in front of them, waiting for Harry's return.

The sight that greeted Harry told Harry that the army of the undead was getting closer and closer to them, and that the man Harry called the controller was in the most conspicuous of the unknowns - the man in the middle of the army of the undead, sitting on a peculiar-looking black horse?

Harry and the vanguard of the undead army met first, across the front, the vanguard of the undead army on the opposite side was all skeletons, the deep ghost fire swaying in the hollow eye sockets was so vigorous, at a glance, the weapons in the hands of the skeletons were long swords or halberds, and it could be seen from the complete blades of the weapons that they were very well maintained.

As Harry had guessed, the undead army on the black horse was the one in control, and when he raised his hand, the undead army stopped moving and stood still, waiting for orders.

Then, the army of the undead moved again, and they lined up in two neat and swift rows, making way for a path that led to the central black horse controller.

I saw that the controller on the black horse hooked his finger to Harry, the meaning, isn't it very clear, it is to ask Harry to go over.

The controller of the army of the undead motioned for Harry to come over, could Harry refuse? Of course, it was impossible to refuse, and if it refused, God knows if it would do anything, and listening was the best way.

The uneasiness in his heart was replaced by forced calm, and Harry shrugged helplessly, and walked into the way of the undead army with the silver box, slowly approaching the controller.

Harry took a look at the undead around him as he walked forward, the white bones, the ghostly fire swaying quietly in his eyes, and the respectful and neat way of moving, all of which surprised Harry.

It's really incredible, to be able to control such a large number of undead, and still be able to maintain their sanity, the controller in front of him, it seems that he is not a simple person.

The undead are an evil species created by demons using the souls of dead humans, and there was no such species on the continent, but after the invasion of demons, the undead were widely distributed in the continent.

The undead are all slaves of demons, this is the eternal common sense, the poor human beings who are cursed by the demons can only be driven by the demons for the rest of their lives, and cannot enter the heavenly kingdom blessed by the gods, nor can they accept reincarnation, and after becoming the undead, only the fate of being destroyed is waiting for them.

Because the undead are created by the souls of dead humans, the obsession with life is more or less reserved, but this does not mean that they have recovered their memories, they are no longer human, they live to kill humans, this is the curse of the devil.

In order to facilitate management, the demon passed on the method of manipulating the undead to certain of his trusted subordinates, so over the years, this method was passed down and became known as the strongest class in the dark arts, the necromancer.

This story, which was supposed to be recorded in a fairy tale, actually appeared in front of Harry, and Harry couldn't help but feel that creation was tricky.

The necromancer, the master of the army of the undead, was in front of him, and whether it was unfortunate or lucky, Harry had been paralyzed by forced calm.

Necromancer, Harry is not confident that he can fight with his army, even with the addition of Kalia, they can't, a necromancer who can control so much, in terms of strength alone, must be outrageously strong, compared to his current state, instant kill is not a dream.

Although the strength of the necromancer has not been confirmed, the identity of the role of the last Boos in the fairy tale must not be underestimated.

In short, wait and see what happens, if your thoughts are correct, he is not the kind of guy who kills people if he disagrees.

"Honorable necromancer, do you have anything to do with me?"

Harry, who bowed slightly, lowered his head.

"Hmph!" a disdainful voice came from under the tattered cloak, "cunning human, don't you already know my purpose, why bother me to say more." ”

How would he know? Could it be that there is magic that can hear the voice of the heart, or is it something like a prop?

Well, it doesn't help to think about it now, and if he really guessed, then, it's better to ......

"Then I'm not going to talk nonsense, you're Mr. Wayne Tors as the client said, right?"

He snorted disdainfully, "Yes and no, is this important, hurry up and hand over the items to me, otherwise I will also make you a member of my army of the undead." ”

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The undead around them began to stir, and they let out a low, terrifying roar.

Harry couldn't help but feel scared, but was quickly forced to calm down.

Thanks to this, a calm Harry continued, "I'm sorry, but if you're not the receiver of the entrusted item, the escort item can't be put into your hands, I hope you understand." ”

The tattered cloak laughed, seemingly amused by Harry's words.

"Humble human, you are so interesting, do you know who I am? I am a necromancer, the king who controls the army of the undead! In front of me, you are still guarding these unworthy orders, it seems that your brain is not normal, do you want me to open your skull and see if there is water inside?"

Harry smiled disapprovingly and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept it, I haven't lived long enough." ”

"So, do you want to give it or not?" the air froze, and the sound of the tattered cloak was so chilling, and he said as he pointed his finger bones from under the cloak at Harry's forehead, the flickering ghostfire staring at Harry.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his gaze from the storage ring, sighed, and took out the task commission and a pen from the storage ring, and before the necromancer's eyes, Harry signed the name of Wayne Thors in the lower right corner, and then withdrew it.

"This is your consignment, please take it. Harry placed the silver box in the necromancer's hand.

Harry then again owed him a debt of "resignation." ”

In full view of everyone, Harry left under the necromancer's unexplained gaze.

"Hehe, interesting, interesting, this human has piqued my interest. The necromancer let out a wicked laugh as he looked at Harry's back.