The sun had risen, and the whole village of Rolle was silent, no one had risen to plow, no one dared to step out of the door, and there was a sense of tranquility in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the corner of the street, an old peasant lay in a pool of blood, his blood had congealed black, and it looked like he had been dead for a long time.

"What the hell is going on?" Loka sat on the roof of his balcony, looking out, and he saw the countless skeletons on the street, and what terrified him even more was the superfluous memories in his mind.

A memory of the necromancer's cultivation.

He was convinced of this memory, because not long ago, in order to confirm the content of this memory, Loka deliberately went to cultivate, and sure enough, he learned a simple first-level magic - [Corrupting Finger].

He didn't know where the memory came from, he didn't know how the disaster had become, and he had no clue so far.

However, the skeleton man who was constantly patrolling outside like a soldier seriously affected Loka's safety, and if he did not go out and stayed at home, he would starve to death or die of thirst.

If he gets out, he may be strangled by this staggering number of skeletons.

From the memories of the necromancer, I know that although these undead skeletons are not high-level creatures, they are still easy to deal with ordinary people, and at night they are three times the combat power of normal people, and during the day, they are only twice the combat power of normal people.

Loka, who learned the [Corrupted Finger], could easily destroy a skeleton, but there were more than fifty skeletons outside, and he could only release the [Corrupted Finger] five times a day at most, so he would not have the energy to fight again.

It's a dead end.

Loka smiled bitterly.

"Anyone?" Loka's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know what was going on, since he fell to the floor last night, his physical fitness and various qualities had soared, and now he was three times more observant than he used to be.

He glanced over and saw an unfamiliar face.

"Outlanders?" muttered Loca, "Could it be that these skeletons have something to do with them?"

"Impossible!"

He shook his head.

"If they had made it, there would be no need to be afraid of these skeletons. ”

From Loca's point of view, the stranger's appearance of hiding is extremely comical, and if it is really the undead skeleton he has concocted, he should know how to manipulate the undead.

The memories that Loka suddenly obtained recounted how to create the undead and how to manipulate them, but his abilities were not enough to do so.

"What is this guy looking for?" Loka's eyes were fixed on him, "maybe trying to escape, but it's completely impossible to succeed! Because this guy has been blocked by these undead from the inside out, and if this guy is discovered, he will be dead!"

"Bump—"

Just as Loka was still lamenting that the stranger was going to kill himself, he saw a strange bottle in his hand, and a white strip of cloth was burning at the mouth of this bottle.

A perfect parabola.

The bottle smashed into the most dense area of the skeletons, and then exploded, only to see the overwhelming flames blazing, and the skeletons on the street remained unimpressed at first.

Then the scorching flames burned the soul fire in their eyes, and they scurried through the streets.

"Is he going to destroy this place?" exclaimed Loka, as the skeletons scurried through the streets, crashing into houses or places in the village anyway, and if they touched a flammable object, the whole village would be buried with the flames.

"Burn the whole village?" Lorka swallowed.

And the shouting and scolding of the whole village also broke out at this moment, and everyone pointed the finger at this stranger.

"Bastard, do you want us to be the burial objects of these skeletons?"

"Damn! madman, madman! I don't want to be burned in the house!"

"Who is this man? Why don't I know him? Is it a stranger, or a small work left here by the Sikarun people?

In a dangerous situation, everyone is irrational, they vent all their anger and resentment, and the abuse is endless.

The person who threw the Molotov cocktail was none other than Suon, and he didn't have the time to explain anything to the group, he just wanted to complete his mission now.

Then, find a chance to run away.

"Enjoy the power that belongs to the fire dragon..."Su En snorted coldly, of course the taste of being abused by countless people was uncomfortable, the ring he was wearing was slightly hot, and a force was gathering on the gem of the ring.

The spirits of the fire elemental in the air in front of him seemed to suddenly converge in one place.

The terrifying power of the ring is still accumulating.

"Bump—"

Then, with a loud bang, the flames rushed forward, and a huge dragon faintly appeared in the sky, and a scorching flame swept through it, rushing all the way through the street where Suon stood.

All the skeletons, along with the room next to them, were swept away by this terrifying flame.

Countless sawdust, stone flakes, and bone fragments were dissolved in an instant by the scorching heat.

Thankfully, the force seemed to be at Suan's beckoning.

If you are a beginner in magic, there is obviously no way to perfectly control this power.

But Suan is different.

He had also opened a trumpet before, played the profession of magician, and the control in the real world was not as difficult as he imagined, and Suon, who was trying his best to control the magic, was oozing sweat from his forehead, and his hands were dancing, trying to make the flames follow his hands.

He controlled the force.

[Kill a Skeleton Soldier]

[Increases XP by 2349]

[Kill a Skeleton Soldier]

[Increases XP by 2345]

[Kill a Skeleton Soldier]

[Increases XP by 2123]

【Obtain Soul Fire*1】

【Gain Soul Fire*2】

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"Mission completion 89%!"

Suan was overjoyed to hear that there were so many rewards, but he soon became frustrated, as the mission was only 89% complete, which meant that there were still remaining skeletons nearby that had not been resolved.

"Let's get rid of the remaining skeleton soldiers first! Other things will be talked about later, if the villagers ask about compensation, it's a big deal to run away." Su En made up her mind.

His headache was naturally the issue of compensation, and he didn't have that much money to repair the entire village.

As for the identity of the stranger, he had already done it, and as a thief, the best thing he could do was to forge his identity.

Aror's distant nephew, this is his newly conceived identity.

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