But the answers to him were skeletons and zombies that surrounded him from all directions. Richard raised his long sword, which was burning with holy flames, and slowly pressed forward. Then all kinds of roars and strange screams rang out behind him, and one after another the most vicious creatures screamed and pounced on the hordes of undead creatures with weapons attached to the holy flames.

However, the fastest was the splash, and the girl trampled on the mud with her feet as if she were walking on the ground, and in an instant she had passed Richard and threw herself into the horde of undead creatures.

Behind her, the water splashes were slowly spreading, like lotuses.

One by one, the undead were lit one after another, as striking as torches, outlining a path of sacred flames in the dense fog swamp. The effect of the quicksand flame on the undead is far beyond everyone's imagination. The formation of nearly a thousand undead creatures was as vulnerable as melted cheese.

Soon everyone cleared all the undead and arrived at the center of the swamp, just as the Holy Flame effect on the tip of Richard's knife was gone.

An isolated island appeared in Richard's field of vision, and the most striking thing about the island was a small two-story building, which seemed to be simple and old for a long time.

A tall, thin man was standing in front of the door. He looked to be in his thirties, his hair was disheveled, and his two deep blue-black bags were as impressive as his pale complexion. The mage robe on his body was so dirty that he couldn't see what it was, his lips were not bloody, and his iron was blue and purple. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still slightly heaving, it would be no different from a zombie.

Richard stepped on the island, smacked, wiped the long knife on the ground, squinted at the man in front of the small building, and said lightly: "I actually want to control my demon pet, I am indeed bold enough!

The man frowned, his gaze stayed on the quicksand, and he said in a hoarse and ugly voice: "What a terrible priest!" Then his gaze swept over the others, and when he saw the splash, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, obviously the impression left by the splash's spiritual counterattack on him, or the pain, was extremely profound.

It wasn't until the end that his gaze fell back on Richard, and he couldn't help frowning, and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Mage?" Just now Richard impressed him with one after another large-area killing knife techniques, but now he felt a very strong magic fluctuation in Richard's body.

"Rank 9 magician. Richard replied lightly.

While the man was observing the others, Richard threw a detection spell directly over him, and the strange thing was that the other party didn't seem to feel it, and it was not shielded with magic. Richard was a little surprised by the feedback results, this is a level 12 necromancer, and has a build capacity of more than 90, and up to six build positions.

The necromancer took a deep look at Richard and said, "So respectable sir, according to the tradition among mages, I want to have a magical duel with you alone. I'm higher than you, but I've lost all of my minions, and I'm left with less than a quarter of my mana. So this request is not unfair. ”

Richard asked meaningfully, "The tradition of mages?, in the eyes of other mages, would you think that you also belong to one of them?" Except in the abyss and hell, which are inherently evil planes, even in places where most of the dark gods are under control, there is no affection for necromancers who disturb the peace of the dead and play with their souls.

The man's face changed drastically, and then he became distorted and hideous, and roared, "That's right. Since the people of the whole continent think that we are evil and bloodthirsty, then think so! I don't want to kill people indiscriminately, so I have already hid here, but I didn't expect to be found by you. Since you refuse to recognize my rights as a mage, come together! I will tear you apart!"

Richard looked at the necromancer carefully, and the beating numbers in his field of vision gradually became clear. He really had very little magic left, and almost all of his permanent summons had been slain, and a necromancer without the undead was like a heavy knight without horseback.

In an instant, Richard had already formulated his next tactics, so he said, "Although you are not recognized by other mages, I am still willing to have a magic duel with you according to the mage tradition." ”

"Boss, don't you need to do this? We just hugged this guy and got him down, didn't you do that to Mintai?" said the elven poet. He was the last to be blessed with quicksand, and now the longbow flame has not been extinguished, and the arrows he shoots are a great threat to necromancers.

With a wave of his hand, Richard stopped the elven poet and said, "No, he is not the same as Mintai, this is a mage. ”

Although necromancers are also mages, Orar doesn't understand why mages and warriors should be treated differently.

The necromancer's stiff face moved. He straightened out his mage robe, took the first two steps, and said sternly: "My name is Sandru, a twelfth-level necromancer. ”

Richard casually thrust his long knife to the side, took a step, and replied, "Richard, a ninth-level magician and a demonic pattern builder. ”

Hearing the word 'Demon Pattern Builder', a hint of confusion flashed across Sandru's face, obviously he hadn't heard of this profession.

The magic duel soon began, with Richard and Sandru facing each other twenty meters apart.

When Sandru began to chant the incantation, although he could not immediately tell the type of magic from the words, he immediately saw a dark gray magic circle appear in front of the necromancer, which was filled with a strong death power, and this power had been dancing since the beginning of its formation, as if there was some activity about to break through the formation. With the help of magic induction, Richard judged that this should be an undead creature summoning technique, and with Sandru's level, it was obvious that a high-level undead creature would soon appear on this plane.

The magic array continued to radiate negative energy such as fear, gloom, and palpitation to the surroundings, and the undead had already transmitted such a strong spiritual influence before they appeared, obviously this was a powerful magic, and the only drawback was that the spell took too long.

And Richard didn't mean to cast magic at all, he directly took out the fragment of the bearing from his arms, shook his hand casually, and started silently, and five fierce wolves appeared on the battlefield! They roared and swarmed together, crackling more than a dozen green and blue lights on the necromancer's body and scurrying desperately, it was the mage's body protection magic, the two fierce wolves were bounced away, but they were still knocked down by the strong momentum of the remaining heads, and half of the undead summoning was naturally interrupted.

Richard waited patiently for a moment, until Sandru was about to lose his support, and then waved his hand and unleashed an exorcism that disintegrated the five ferocious wolves into pure magical energy. Under the attack of the five ferocious wolves, the physical shield body protection spell has almost disappeared, and Sandru's ragged mage robe has almost turned into strips of cloth, and his body is covered with scaly wounds, but the magic defense effect of the vital parts is still crumbling, and he has not suffered fatal injuries.

Seeing Richard approaching, Sandru struggled to sit up, first straightened up his tattered mage robes, and then said, "It's also my honor to die in a fair magic duel." Do it!"

Richard looked at Sandru and said, "You really want to die?"

"Of course not! I still have too many magic conjectures to verify and implement...... But I am an evil necromancer, not tolerated by any human kingdom at all, and if I am discovered, I will be burned at the stake. Sandru said with a wry smile.

Even in Norland, necromancers are very rare and are considered enemies by almost a single qiē being.