The soldiers who rushed into the harbor found the gray-black mist to be extremely strange.

It rose from afar, like the waves of the sea, and rushed towards them. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by heavy surrounding.

The scenery that was originally clearly visible around was suddenly cut off by the fog, and everyone desperately struggled to widen their eyes, and they could only see three or four feet around them.

The strange situation made the soldiers instinctively feel a wave of fear.

They stopped, gathered back to back, and looked around cautiously. But there was still a blur all around.

In desperation, everyone had to prick up their ears and listen to the movements around them.

At this time, it is extremely quiet. Except for their breathing, they couldn't hear a single sound.

At this time, there was a low moan from the so-called hero (asking for a monthly pass) in Chapter 1068 from not far away. The voice was full of pain, hoarse and dull, and extremely unpleasant.

The soldiers couldn't help but look at each other, turned around one after another, and looked at the lieutenant beside them with inquiring eyes.

The lieutenant hesitated.

The fog is so weird, even frightening. If it were a different time and place, he would definitely be the first to turn around and run away.

But this is Edin Island, and he is an officer here, and he has a duty to defend the land. Now that something so big has suddenly happened here, it's up to him to get to the bottom of it.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and then waved his hand forward vigorously.

The soldiers glanced at each other, and they all saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but then they clenched the weapons in their hands, and silently walked forward in the direction pointed by the officer, step by step.

A gray mist surged up silently, swallowing up where they had stood.

The soldiers moved forward slowly, and as they moved, the scenery around them became clear, although the distance was still blurry.

I saw all kinds of messy things thrown on the ground: ropes, buckets, broken pieces of wood, overturned carts, cloth bags torn open, ......

Not far away, there was also a broken corpse of the so-called hero (asking for a monthly ticket) in Chapter 1068, which fell on top of the filthy blood, and the blood kept emitting yellow smoke and making a snorting sound, and in a few breaths, the corpse was completely melted.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the soldiers' eyes widened in surprise, and then they carefully bypassed the pool of blood and continued to move forward.

Following the direction of the sound, they took a few more steps and saw a man on the ground not far in front of them.

The man lay on the ground, trembling and moaning in pain.

A soldier immediately walked over quickly, only to see that the civilian had been hit by a spell on his back, and his flesh was already blurred.

The soldier didn't suspect him at all, stretched out his hand and turned the man over, and asked nervously, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Ho・・・・・・ho~!" came a hoarse moan from the throat of the civilian.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

The soldier was surprised to see that his eyes were all black, and the strange eyes frightened the soldier to let go, threw him on the ground, and then panicked and about to retreat.

But the civilian on the ground suddenly propped up his upper body with his arms, opened his big mouth, showed a mouth full of yellow teeth, let out a strange roar, and bit down on the soldier's leg.

The unprepared soldier was bitten on the calf by him.

The soldier screamed loudly, his hands and feet pushing the man away from his legs.

The surrounding comrades-in-arms quickly rushed over and pulled away the biting civilians with a few blows.

I saw that a piece of flesh had been bitten off the soldier's calf, and blood was gushing out.

The soldier fell to the ground holding his shin in his hands, screaming in pain and rolling back and forth.

The civilian, who was caught by a few soldiers, still struggled and screamed, trying to bite the soldier holding him down.

"What's going on?" the soldiers panicked.

Right now.

"Get out of the way~!" With a loud roar, a person rushed over to the side, picked up his long sword and slashed at the civilian's head, chopping off his head, and thick black and purple blood flowed from the corpse.

"Arthur, what are you doing? ”

The soldier named Arthur gritted his teeth and shouted, "This is a zombie, zombie~! It's the dark magic of a necromancer. ”

"They'・・・・・・ they're all up~!" a soldier shouted in panic.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and then turned their heads to look around.

I don't know when, they were already surrounded by rickety civilians.

The civilians ・・・・・・ no, the zombies shook and roared, stretched out their hands, and slowly rushed towards them.

When the officer saw this, he immediately stopped hesitating, and shouted loudly: "Withdraw, withdraw, get out of here, quickly withdraw~!"

The soldiers immediately took amnesty, picked up the soldier who had just been bitten, and then turned around and ran.

Hearing the screams of the Ruman soldiers before evacuating, the lich glanced contemptuously out of the harbor.

He knew exactly that outside the fog, in the sun, a large number of soldiers were standing trembling and at a loss.

When the fog lifted, the commander of the station noticed that something was wrong, and except for a small number of people who rushed in, everyone else stopped under his orders.

He couldn't help but smile disdainfully, and said secretly in his heart: With just a simple resurrection zombie spell, the regular army of Ruman was kept out, and it seemed that the human army was not very good.

The Lich knows that these lowest-level zombies are actually of little use, they can only be active for a while, and they have no attack ability, so they can be easily killed, but they are more frightening.

However, it was the first time that humans had seen it, and it scared them, and bought themselves a lot of time.

Of course, he had more powerful spells, but he had to prepare for the battle that followed, and he knew that reinforcements from the Rumans would arrive soon, and that they might include priests or mages from the Holy See.

But the witch didn't care, but looked intently at the still rumbling steam engine in front of him. Although there is no one to operate. But until the boiler cools down, it continues to operate according to inertia.

"I'd like to see what you are. The lich muttered to himself as he looked at the steel behemoth in front of him.

He circled around the steam engine again, found a spot that seemed to him to be weak, and muttered a low incantation, followed by a shock of his arm, and a green ball of light the size of a millstone appeared in the air, whistling and crashing into the thick iron can of the steam engine.

The spell worked immediately.

In a crushing "snort", the surface of the tin can is rapidly corroded, and the tin sheet thins and melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Lich stared intently at the steam engine.

Despite his disdain, the Lich was very interested in this machine, which could lift tons of cargo using only fire.

Steel was corroded by spells and turned into liquids, the lich smiled smugly, and said to himself: No matter how good your alchemy is, it will be vulnerable to real spells.

The lich was waiting to see the inside of the tin can, when the corroded and weakened iron walls could no longer resist the pressure inside the steam can.

The hot water vapor suddenly erupted from the rusted pores, making a hissing sound.

The lich stood right in front of him, and before he could catch him off guard, hot steam spewed out of his face.

The pressure tore open in an instant, and the small hole suddenly turned into a hole the size of a human head, and the steam spewed out, enveloping the whole person in white mist, and it was only a few breaths of effort, and the steam in the tank was still almost dissipated, and the heat that enveloped the lich also dispersed into the air.

The lich was annoyed when he was caught off guard, and reached out to fan the air in front of him, but then he felt something strange in his body, raised his arm, and was surprised to find that the skin and muscles on his hands had been washed away by the scorching steam, and only the white bones of Mori remained.

The lich hurriedly touched his face and realized that there were only bones left.

He couldn't help but sigh helplessly, muttering to himself, "It's troublesome now." ”

It will be difficult to lose the body on the human continent, and in this hurry, the lich can no longer find a ** for himself to satisfy himself.

"Forget it, don't worry about it yet. The lich stared into the tin can, and there was nothing in the huge can except a few pieces of iron.

The lich was a little strange, and said to himself, "What's going on, is the gas that spewed out just now the key?"

Thinking that the lich was about to move, he suddenly felt the wave of holy power that he hated the most from a distance, and it was obvious that a priest had arrived.

The lich snorted coldly, and the whole person turned into a cloud of black smoke, and quickly drifted towards the direction from which the holy power came.

On the outskirts of the gray mist, five or six priests in robes chanted hymns and waved their staffs, striking waves of holy light at the staggering zombies.

Behind them were a dozen of the lowliest, midship-apprentices. The soldiers of the Ruman Legion protected them around.

Under the priests' simplest dispersal and purification techniques, the zombies evoked by the lich fell to the ground one by one, and reverted to motionless corpses.

As they advanced, the fog retreated as if it were oppressed.

The lich was hidden in the shadows and secretly observed, feeling the fluctuations not far away, and muttered, "One local bishop, three, no, four presiding priests." ”

Then he sneered and said, "With this amount of manpower, you dare to come to me to die." ”

As natural enemies, the Lich and the Clergy know each other very well, and both can judge the other's level from the other's ability to cast spells.

And the local bishop-level priests can probably compete with a high-level dark mage, or even a mid-level necromancer, in terms of ability, but their ability is not worth mentioning in the eyes of this high-level lich.

At the same time, Bishop Bachar of the Temple of Edin Island groped his way to the front, complaining incessantly.

originally thought that it would be an easy and beautiful thing to get to the wealthy Edin Island, but he didn't expect that beyond the limits of his imagination, in the middle of the sea of Edin Island, there was a sudden trouble with a necromancer.

The bishop could only lament in his heart that his bad luck had been unlucky.

You know, he is not a real bishop, but he climbed up by using his connections. Although there are abundant various methods in the Holy See to enhance the Holy Power, you must know that the mainland has been peaceful for nearly a thousand years, and although there are still many crazy people who have practiced hard and trained and perverted or something, Bishop Bachar is not one of them.

But at such times, he couldn't help but come. The Inquisition is not just for heresies in the eyes of everyone's expectation, this fat bishop poured three bottles of holy water, and then ** all the power of the temple, trembling and walking to the port.

Repurifying a Shaking Zombie・Watching the soldiers drag the corpses of civilians aside, Bishop Bachar wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and admonished, "Judging from the opponent's ability to summon zombies, the enemy should be a necromancer of intermediate level or above. Be careful and focus on him as soon as you find out. He's only one person, and he can't beat us. ”

The surrounding nervous and pale-faced priests nodded hurriedly.

The bishop took a breath and said secretly in his heart: I haven't seen the necromancer come out until now, maybe I have escaped. After all, there are still nearly 10,000 troops on Edin Island.

Suddenly, his heart jumped, and the bishop's face changed dramatically, and he shouted in panic: "Be careful, he's coming." ”

As soon as the bishop finished speaking, he saw a black shadow fly out from the depths of the thick fog, and quickly carried an afterimage, rushing straight towards the crowd of priests.

The presiding priests behind the bishop were startled at first, and then reacted, wielding their staff desperately, hurriedly laying several holy light defenses in front of them. But the black shadow smashed those shields of light like sharp arrows.

Seeing this, Nabachar also jumped over the wall in a hurry, and immediately roared angrily, and then slammed the staff in his hand hard.

A shield of holy light immediately flashed, but the shield of light had just formed a thin film in front of him, and a black shadow had already arrived, and with a soft sound, his shield of light was about to be shattered.

Everyone could only watch as the black mist crashed into the bishop. The black mist passed through him, and circled around him a few times.

At last it came to an abrupt halt in front of the bishop, revealing a miserable white skull in the rising smoke, glaring at him almost against the bishop's body. The skull's eye sockets burned with green phosphorus fire.

The bishop was almost speechless in shock, and opened his mouth wide: "Wu ・・・・・・ Wu ・・・・・・"

"・・・・・・ the Lich" The lich let out a hoarse and piercing mock in the eyes of everyone, raised his arm, and the white bone arm was imprinted on the bishop's chest, and easily grabbed the cross around the bishop's neck.

After two or three seconds of silence, someone finally reacted and shouted in a frightened voice, "Kill him~!"

The sound awakened the priests and soldiers who froze, and they raised their staffs and weapons as they prepared to slay the lich.

Just as the priests gathered their strength, the skeleton screamed, turned into a black shadow, and quickly floated backwards, and after a few flashes, it once again disappeared into the thick fog.

From the thick fog came the lich's unbridled laughter.

The priests lost their purpose, and could only angrily launch the holy light in their hands into the mist.

When everyone turned their eyes to the highest-ranking bishop present, waiting for him to give an order, they saw that Bishop Bachar's face was gray for a while, and his fat body shook a few times, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

His chest had been eroded by mana, and the rot was terrible, and the bishop looked straight at the sky with his eyes open, and a "cough" sound came out of his throat, and blood spilled down the corners of his mouth.

The main priest next to him hurriedly pounced, held his hand tightly, and shouted: "My lord, my lord~!"

"Witch ・・・・・・ Lich," the bishop's body trembled, and he spurted out the blood from his mouth, and spat out a few intermittent words indistinctly: "Run・・・・・・ run, notice, Your Majesty...... Your Majesty ......"

With that, the bishop tilted his head and his arm hung limply.

"Lich~!" the priests blurted out in surprise and took a heavy breath of cold air. His face turned pale in an instant.

As priests, they have a clear understanding of how powerful a lich can be. It was an immortal transformed from a high-ranking mage who was unwilling to give up his life.

They were powerful mages when they were alive, and they became even more powerful after transforming into lichs, and they lived for an unknown number of centuries.

After the mages turned into lichs, they also lost their feelings and morals as human beings, and in their eyes humans were just whispering life, just as humans look at cows and horses. Therefore, the means are unusually ferocious and cruel.

In the Holy See, the cardinal did not dare to say that he could win a witch in a one-on-one battle Now the most powerful bishop of Edin Island Holy Art was killed by a spell of the lich in seconds, shrouded in a mysterious fog, this lich did not know where to hide, just with a few of them who were not skilled in purification, entering the fog was no different from sending him to death.

"Retreat, all retreat~!" said one of the oldest priests, flatly.

The soldiers picked up the bishop's body and quickly retreated out of the harbor.

Rutherford, the supreme military governor of Edin Island, stood in his mansion halfway up the mountainside, looking through a telescope at the harbor in the distance.

Now the entire port area has been shrouded in fog, and the flames of the port buildings are burning violently from the thick fog, and black smoke rises into the sky, which does not disperse in the sky for a long time.

Lord Rutherford was in a hurry, he had sent all his troops, but no news had come back yet.

Rutherford could only watch as the entire harbor was completely destroyed in flames, and years of painstaking construction were destroyed.

What worries him even more is that in a place that has been peaceful for a hundred years, there will be a dark mage coming.

When he heard the news, Lord Rutherford thought that someone was playing a joke on him, but the burning buildings on the docks let him know that this had really happened to him.

But until this time, Rutherford thought it was some evil mage looting, until the soldiers sent in came back and told him that they had encountered a zombie, and that it was a necromancer inside.

At this time, Rutherford felt as if the sky was falling, and his first reaction was to use all his soldiers to surround the entire dock, and then personally went to ask the bishop of the canon to come out.

Then all the personnel near the dock were evacuated, and the rest could only wait anxiously.

At this time, Rutherford saw the soldiers running out of the dock area in a panic and retreating backwards quickly, Rutherford's heart chuckled, and he said: It's not good~!

Soon, the priests came to the city lord Rutherford, out of breath, and Rutherford, regardless of his manners, grabbed the sleeve of one of the priests, and asked loudly, "How is it?"

The chief priest gasped and said urgently: "Lich, there is a lich on the dock, Lord Bishop, he was killed and martyred. ”

Several soldiers carried the bishop's body and silently placed it on the ground, and the corpse's terrible appearance made the people around him sick to their stomachs.

Rutherford was still in a daze, digesting the news brought by the priest, and said dumbfounded: "Lich...

It took him a moment to think about it before he remembered what the so-called lich was.

"Holy, lich~!", Rutherford's face changed instantly, he grabbed the sleeve of the priest, and roared, "This is a lich, what should we do?" (to be continued)!!