When they calmed down, they found themselves less than ten miles from the northwestern edge of the Whispering Forest.

The rest is pretty simple. If Illo could still get lost at such a distance, then he would have to cut the veins with a knife and drain half of his blood belonging to the 'Children of the Forest' to apologize.

However, they also had to take into account the so-called "coat" of Dios at this time. Even though the Snowton Empire is not yet within the scope of the "Holy Alliance" of the Church of Light. There are no explicit restrictions on necromancers, but no one likes a skeleton to go to the market to buy groceries, right?

In this regard, Dios's requirements are not complicated, as long as it is a relatively fresh corpse, he can use it himself. Of course, the stronger the owner of the corpse before his death, the better. Of course, it doesn't matter if the ordinary body is ordinary, in his words, "What's this, I can change it again when I meet a good one in the future."

Allegri and Illo looked at each other for a moment, and finally Allegri came up with a plan.

He called it the "Frankenstein" plan.

******

McGan is a small town near the edge of the Whispering Forest, where hunting and highland wheat cultivation are the main business, and the ale wine produced is quite famous.

The atmosphere of the town on this day is very different from the sunny weather. The popular hunter Pella, who was snapped off his neck by a rampaging black bear during a hunt, was funeral today, and almost half of the town's inhabitants gathered.

In the cemetery, a black-haired young man was mixed in. He looked sad and wore a black veil on his arms, like a distant relative who had traveled a long way to mourn. He picked out the aunt-level people to chat, and soon inquired about which graves in the cemetery were newly buried, and which nearby villages had people who had just died. To be aware, discussing this kind of issue at a funeral simply does not require deliberate guidance. And with the death knell of the evening, this night-like young man also blends into the gradually rich night.

The villagers of these towns will never know what happened in the cemetery on this night. Maybe one day, they will find that the tomb is empty, but who can connect this young man with only one face?

******

"Truth be told, stealing corpses is a disgusting job. Illo leaned against the trunk of a tree, and looked boredly at a dirt pit not far away.

"I feel the same way. Allegri nodded, he was drawing a mysterious magic circle on the ground, made of necro moss powder from the depths of the cemetery, which was Dios's guidance.

It had been some time since Dios had dragged the corpses he had stolen in the past few days to the small belly pit in the distance. It's an abandoned bear trap, but it's a slaughterhouse.

As for his process, the two of them didn't even have the slightest desire to see it.

It was a full moon night, and when Allegri raised his eyes after drawing the magic array, the half-elf was no longer around. There must be no danger for him, let alone escape, so I didn't care about him, just sat down to meditate and rest, and regain his mana.

By the time he had finished replying, he began to wonder where Illo had gone. The half-elf walked back from the depths of the woods. He carried a hand on his shoulder, and a large package on his back, like a looted bandit.

"What are you doing?" Allegri wondered.

"Forgot something. Illo had already walked over by this time, and placed the large package on his back on the ground, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a large roll of complete leather.

"What's the use of mirage?" Allegri continued to wonder.

Illo rolled his eyes and snorted, "I don't know what you're going to do, but ......" He glanced Allegri up and down and sighed, "I can't move an inch without money......"

Allegri choked on.

"As for me, I'm certainly destitute," Illo said, "You, looking at the poor man with patches on his magic robes, aren't a rich man, and as for Skeleton—" his tone was full of helplessness, "unless he hides all the gold in his head." ”

"I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if I don't have a family," Allegri patted the half-elf on the shoulder, looking a long way to go, "I decide, our family, you will be in charge of it in the future." ”

With a happy face, he took the broken money bag thrown by Allegri, and Illo's eyes lit up, and with a slap of his face, the money bag disappeared into his hand in an instant.

"Ouch...... Allegri exclaimed, "are you a ranger or a thief?" ”

"It's just a part-time job," Illo smirked, "Yiduo doesn't weigh down." ”

"I find you to be very unconventional," Allegri stared at him, "don't people say that the elves are very proud......?

"The children of the poor are in charge of the house at an early age. Illo looked back.

"Also, aren't the elves particularly disgusted with the necromancy......? Do you have elven blood?"

"We're all friends...... "The half-elf's face was ugly, and he defended.

"Moreover, you are so afraid of death, you forgot that you were ...... when you first met us"

"You're a second-rate magician, you're not done! Get out of ......"

******

The night is full moon.

In the clearing at the edge of the forest, the handsome half-elf had an angry face, and the magician next to him had a sneering face, and the state of the two of them was completely indistinguishable from the contractual relationship between the two.

Dozens of paces away from them, the abandoned bear trap suddenly moved.

A faint dark red glow spilled out of the narrow cavern, gradually intensifying, as if it were a mini-crater about to erupt.

"Magic Array!" shouted from afar, a little dull as the barrier of the soil layer was obtain.

"Zhilu said!" Allegri hurriedly jumped up, the dirt on his body did not have time to shoot, and the half-elf next to him was also full of nervousness watching his movements.

Allegri stood in front of the magic circle he had drawn, and according to Dios's guidance, he had drawn countless magic circles in and around the pit.

At this moment, standing next to the magic circle, Allegri whispered a strange incantation. Although, he didn't know the meaning of the Dao Magic Array at all, and chanting the incantation was just from the script.

As he chanted, a gray-black mist gradually rose from the sky above the magic array, and every wisp of it seemed like the land was burning.

The moment the red light in the pit was about to overflow, Allegri's incantation was just finished, he crouched down, clapped his hands on the edge of the magic array, and the little magic power in his body was instantly drained!

He snorted, his brain dizzy, and he collapsed to the ground.

The black qi in the magic array suddenly became thick, divided into countless wisps, and spread out like a snake in all directions. As they touched them, the surrounding grass and trees suddenly had withered yellow markings visible to the naked eye.

The red light at the mouth of the pit shrank inward in an instant. Not only that, but it seems that the surrounding light was also absorbed by the pit at this moment.

Only then did Illo realize that the dark clouds had already obscured the full moon in the sky. It made all around silent and dark.

However, another voice could not be concealed.

From the pit, deep underground, there seemed to be a giant beast's heartbeat. From faint to strong, even the floating soil on the ground trembled slightly.

"Is it a reincarnation ritual in necromancy?" Setting Allegri aside, Illo's pointed ears trembled slightly. There was a look of surprise in his gray eyes.

Looking around, in the boundless darkness, it seemed that countless giant beasts were waiting for them. Dark clouds obscured everything as far as the eye could see, but they could not stop the more powerful snoops. This wordless solo seems to have attracted amazing listeners, and there is more than one.

Illo stood up suddenly, looking unusually tall and majestic in the night, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance of silver-gray, like a peculiar metal, cold and mysterious.

He brushed a strand of gray hair behind his ear, and slowly pulled several unique long arrows from the worn quiver behind his back, all carved throughout, the light on the tips of the arrows exactly the same as his eyes. The half-elf grimacingly clamped the arrows between his fingers, and then flicked the bowstring with his slender tail fingers.

There was a loud sound, like a sword unsheathed. It is like a beautiful nocturne, the faintest and deepest dream.

The night was silent again.