When Marlowe rushed into the necromancer's spell range with dozens of wolf rider warriors, the green flame circle did not cause any serious damage to the body, and everyone only had one feeling, that is, cold, biting cold, and even the soul seemed to be scraped by the cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone immediately launched a blood rage, and soon resisted the chill that penetrated deep into the soul, and the wolf under the crotch quickly recovered.

The war horse that Ma Luo rode was domesticated by the Holy Light Church since childhood, and it had long been bathed in the Holy Light, and it had long been resistant to it, not to mention that the thick armor on the war horse was also blessed with the Holy Light Technique, and this small necromancy could not affect it.

Seeing that his spell did not deter the pursuers, the necromancer was a little flustered, although he did not have hope for the spell just now, after all, it was a spell used to detect the bones of the corpses underground, but it would be great if he could scare these orcs into making them detour. Seeing the orcs getting closer, the necromancer hurriedly chanted a long, obscure incantation again.

As he chanted the incantation, he kept an eye on the guy with the longbow behind him, the power of the other's magic arrows was so great that he had seen two necromancers die under that kind of arrow.

After chanting the incantation at a speed never before before, the staff in the necromancer's hand burst out again with dozens of green flames, which were like piranhas smelling blood, each flying quickly in different directions, and then falling to the ground and disappearing.

"Everyone, be careful. Marlowe snapped, then clamped the horse's back and sped up.

The horse's back was bumpy, Marlowe couldn't guarantee that he could hit the necromancer a few hundred meters away with an arrow, he had already overdrawn his mana when he dealt with Abomination and the other two necromancers just now, and now it was too reluctant to use mana, and the power was not as strong as before, so he could only get close and shoot again.

The green flames, though strange to look at, disappeared when they fell to the ground, so Marlowe's reminder didn't attract enough attention from Mecca.

Soon, everyone noticed that bags of dirt were rising from the ground, and then dry bones covered with dirt crawled out of the ground.

Marlowe immediately shouted, "Those are the undead soldiers summoned by the necromancer, and it is only by cutting off their heads that you can kill them completely." ”

These skeletons were thick and had huge canine teeth on their jawbones, and Mecca and the others knew that these undead soldiers were not humans, but orcs who were buried here after death.

More and more undead soldiers crawled out of the ground, their eyes blazing, stones and sticks in their hands, and their whole bodies rattling as they moved.

The necromancer was glad that he had run to such a place full of corpses, and he screamed, and the skeletons that looked a little wooden immediately started running, and in a matter of seconds, most of them were lined up and quickly blocked the path of Marlowe and the others.

Necromancers are indeed lucky enough, every year after the end of the Winter War, each tribe will transport the sacrifices of the tribe to the White Dragon Snow Mountain, and then find a suitable place to bury these people, and this place is the cemetery of a certain tribe.

After hundreds of years of historical deposition, there are tens of thousands of corpses in the ground, but there are very few complete bones, and the degree of corruption is too serious to be a necromancer's soldiers, and the same is true for those with broken arms and legs, plus the necromancer is also overdrawn too much dark mana, so it is very rare to be able to resurrect so many undead soldiers.

This place is fertile ground for the necromancer, and if he is given enough time, he will definitely be able to build a large army of undead, but at this moment, he can only dismiss this idea with regret.

"That guy is so disrespectful to the dead!" the old-fashioned Rajim yelled angrily.

No matter which tribe these dead belong to, it is the responsibility of the steppe orcs to protect their peace, but it is unforgivable that the guy who will release the green flame in the distance should disturb these pioneers and enslave the corpses of the dead into his own soldiers!

"Rajim, you lead someone to intercept him from the right side. Rumba, you take someone past from the left. Mecca, you follow me to forcibly break through the blockade of those undead warriors from the front. Marlowe ordered. "Those skeletons have become slaves to the undead, so don't hesitate to cut off their heads to let them rest in peace. Remember, he can unleash dark spells, so you only limit his space to move, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

"Yes. ”

Rajim and Rumba immediately led the men to gallop out from both sides, and compared to the war horses, the wolf had the advantage of running in the mountains, only to see the two of them leading their respective teams to bypass the interception of the undead soldiers, and then quickly forced into the necromancer.

Marlowe led about thirty wolfriders to charge the undead soldiers from the front,

The undead warriors summoned by the necromancer were useless, and a single charge from Marlowe and the others broke the blockade of the skeleton soldiers, and then the team continued to rush forward.

The mage became even more flustered, seeing Marlowe getting closer and closer, and the orc cavalry intercepting him on both sides, the necromancer felt despair for the first time, and he raised his staff and unleashed dark magic directly at Marlowe.

“YoohP‘cry。 ”

Marlowe had been prepared for this, and the moment he saw the opposing staff light up, he quickly pulled the reins, and the horse suddenly moved five or six meters to the side.

The green deadly light passed by, and Marlowe seized the opportunity to quickly pull out the longbow, the arrow was already on the string, and Marlowe wanted to condense the last bit of mana he had squeezed into the arrow. However, he found that the mana in his body was too small, and the speed of condensation had become extremely slow.

At this time, the necromancer's spell attack struck again, Marlowe hurriedly pulled the reins, and the horse couldn't stop so much that people could stand up, and then one person and one horse fell forward.

"Chief!"

Marlowe saw that the situation was not good, and his feet had already broken away from the stirrups, and then rolled forward with the momentum. The stone on the ground made Marlowe dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and drew his longbow again.

The halo on the arrow became brighter and brighter, and only the sound of chirping was heard, and the sharp arrow broke through the sky.

The necromancer was not in a hurry to see Marlowe fall, and saw a white light flying straight towards him, and then he could no longer see anything, and the staff fell to the ground and shattered in two, and the whole world disappeared......

"Are you alright, Chief?" Mecca asked as she ran to Marlowe's side, concerned.

Marlowe still maintained the posture of archery, he fell too hard just now, his whole body was about to fall apart, and his eyes were blurred, so the arrow he shot was all based on the feeling.

"That...... Necromancy ...... Where's the division?"

Mecca glanced at him from afar, and the necromancer fell to the ground, the arrow piercing his skull, and the green flame in his eye socket was completely extinguished.

"It's supposed to be dead. ”

(Well, I think I'd better chop my hands...... Damn, I feel so hopeless. It looks like I can only take my time to make up the chapters or something. ）