After some time, Ron woke up faintly. He felt that he had regained some consciousness. He opened his eyes and straightened up from the bed with a "roll".
Ron was in a tent-like place. The tent was black, and even the light inside the tent became dim, but this was not a problem for Ron. As a Necromancer, he was born with night vision.
Ron looked around the tent quietly. The equipment in the tent was very simple. Except for the quilt covering his body and the low table next to him, there was nothing in the tent. Oh... there was only a glass of water on the table.
Ron reached out and gently grasped the tent frame, and slowly stood up. At this moment, his eyes froze, and he saw that the texture of the frame he touched clearly came from bones.
At this moment, Ron raised his head slightly, just in time to see a ferocious skull, the skull's black eye sockets were facing him, and the grinning mouth seemed to be mocking.
If an ordinary person saw a skeleton in such a place, he would be scared to death, but Ron was different, he felt very kind when he saw the skeleton.
Ron stroked the skull lightly, while looking around, he felt strange in his heart, "What is this place?"
Just when Ron was puzzled, there was a sudden noise outside, followed by a loud "boom" and the ground shook violently.
"What's going on?" Ron was taken aback, he almost couldn't stand still.
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was thrown open, and a figure hurried in.
The man was a young man in his twenties, wearing a black robe with a skull embroidered on his chest, looking like a necromancer, holding a white bone staff in his hand.
When the young man in black robe saw Ron, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Sailor, you finally woke up, come with me, the leader is furious!"
"Seller?" Monk Ron Zhang Er was puzzled, isn't his name Ron? Why did you change your name to Seiler
"I... My name is Ron, not Sailor, who are you?" Ron stammered.
"Ron?" The young man in black robe touched Ron's forehead, and said dumbfoundedly, "Sailor, didn't you get beaten by those guys? You even forgot your name, and you didn't even know me. Don't you recognize it?"
"what-"
Ron was taken aback, thinking what was going on, before he could ask, the young man in black robe was already urging him, there was no way, Ron had to walk out of the tent with the young man in black robe.
Outside the tent, there is a mess everywhere, as if it has experienced countless wars, the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and from time to time one or two corpses in black can be seen.
The young man in the black robe took Ron's hand and shuttled around the ruined city wall. Only then did Ron realize that the guy's name was Nixi.
"Nissi, where are you taking me? Also, what is this place?" Ron finally couldn't help asking after being pulled for a long distance by the young man in black robe, Nissi.
"Hey, it seems that your mind has indeed been broken. I want to take you to see the head of the regiment and reorganize our resistance. Alas... To be honest, we don't have much resistance anymore... I hope you can keep it up." Use your strength!" Nixi hurriedly said to him as he walked.
Although Ron didn't quite understand, he also knew his general situation.
I don't know why my soul is possessed by a guy named Sailor. It just so happens that this guy is also a necromancer, which seems to be of high-level strength. That Nixi doesn't know what kind of strength it is, but it seems that he is stronger than him.
But why
Ron was puzzled.
Nixi pulled Ron all the way to the top of the city, and saw a large crowd of skeletons standing on the top of the city—all of them were skeleton magicians. Among those skeleton magicians, stood more than a dozen black figures. Sy and Ron ran past, their eyes flicking to each other.
"Captain Little, I brought Sailor!" Nixi walked up to the Captain Little and said breathlessly, "He just woke up!"
Captain Little was a thin, middle-aged man with chestnut hair, a slightly pale face, and eagle-like eyes.
Little frowned when he saw Ron, "Sailor, you're finally here, I thought you were so scared that you wet your pants!"
One sentence made the other necromancers laugh too.
"Why, those bastards have already attacked?" Nixi was startled, looked around, and asked.
"It should be soon, I received bad news from the front!" Captain Little said with a frown, and he glanced at Ron, "But Sailor, if it's later in the evening, I don't think you'll be able to use it!"
"I'm sorry!" Ron moved his mouth for a long time, and finally said a word. He knew that these people were waiting for him.
"Oh?" Little was a little surprised. He looked Ron up and down carefully several times, and found nothing wrong. He nodded, "Get ready to fight!"
"Yes!" Nixi and Ron responded in unison.
Yellow balls of fire streaked across the air, which were the traces left by the magic artillery in the air. The sound of killing was loud in the distance, and there was a slight smell of blood in the air.
This is the battlefield! A battlefield where human life is regarded as worthless!
Only then did Ron realize that those necromancers were actually part of a powerful necromancer group. The entire group of necromancers was composed of necromancers. Great Magister.
This group of necromancers has been fighting on the front line. Due to the brutality of the war, after several battles, the group of necromancers has been crippled. There were only more than 20 necromancers left, including Ron. , is already the last force of the entire mage group.
They were originally ordered to rest in the city and be on standby at any time, but now that the battle situation is critical, this necromancer group that has won the honor of heroes was sent out again.
"Be careful, they're coming!" Nixi pointed down and exclaimed loudly.
Ron looked in the direction Nixi pointed, and saw not far from their feet, a large number of swordsmen and paladins wearing white armor suddenly appeared. They were wearing heavy armor, and the white armor was torn. Rotten, covered with blood, it seems that it has experienced more than one battle.
These people were hundreds of meters away from them. Before they arrived, fierce murderous aura was already rushing towards them. They roared angrily, holding up their weapons, and their sharp long swords gleamed coldly under the scorching sun.
At this time, Ron's eyes froze for an instant, because he saw an extremely familiar symbol on the shield of a person in front of him.
It was a cross, and on the cross was engraved with an angel about to fly.
"Holy Holy See!"
Ron's blood rushed to his face all of a sudden, and in an instant, his heart surged with murderous intent!
That's right, they are the Holy See, Ron's sworn enemy.
The enemy attacked, and Little frowned. Compared with the others, he was much calmer as the regiment leader. He took out a fiery red bone staff out of nowhere, and looked around at all the remaining people. , There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, he took a deep breath and said loudly.
"Everyone, first of all, let me tell you a piece of unfortunate news. When the enemy comes here, it means that the front line has fallen, and behind us... is the last bastion of our Scourge Church - Undercity, hehe, you say... can we Let these guys rush into the city?"
"Can't! Can't!"
More than 20 necromancers roared loudly. Their thin bodies waved bone staffs. Nixi's eyes were already blood red, because his brother, a handsome death knight, had died on the front line. He was full of love for the Holy See. hate.
Ron stood there dumbfounded, opened his mouth wide open, and his mind was blank. Only then did he realize that he was now on the battlefield of the Scourge Church 100,000 years ago, possessed by a little necromancer , and behind them is the main city of the Scourge Church in the Omros continent - Undercity, which is now at its final moment.
This! What exactly is going on
Little glanced at the few remaining subordinates, nodded lightly, with a smile on his face, "Although the Scourge Church has suffered such a catastrophe, we can never give up hope. As far as I know, Moss Elder Tuo has activated the spirit gathering array left by the Lich King in the Undercity, pouring all the power into the young lord - Sarimus. Sarimos is a genius, and his strength has reached the height of the sanctuary at a young age. Level, now he is going to the realm of God's Domain... As long as there is a necromancer god magister in the Scourge Church, all the difficulties we are facing will be reversed... "
"Undead God Magister!"
Little's words aroused everyone's fighting spirit, even Ron's blood was boiling.
"Master Little, tell us what we should do?" A necromancer shouted loudly.
"It's very simple! The Great Elder Mosto has given an order to defend the Undercity and buy time for the young master Salimus..." Little looked around and raised his voice all of a sudden, "Maybe we will all sacrifice, maybe we will not Will see our loved ones again, but I, Little, will never allow... anyone to take a step back!"
While speaking, Little's face was full of murderous look.
"Kill those bastards!"
"Defend the Undercity to the death!"
All the necromancers roared at the same time, their eyes turned red, hatred was biting their hearts, almost all of them had relatives who died at the hands of the Holy See.
Little's bone stick pointed forward, "Go, let these dregs of the Holy See taste the power of our necromancers. As the strongest profession of the Scourge Church, our necromancers are by no means just for nothing. Even if we die, we still have to fight!" Until the last moment!"
"Little Necromancer Order! For the glory of the Scourge Church... attack!"
With Little's order, all the necromancers immediately launched an attack.
The sound of killing shook the world, and I saw countless skeleton warriors, skeleton warriors, and skeleton magicians scrambling out from the ground, holding simple weapons in their hands, and faint green lights shone in their black eye sockets.
At this time, the troops of the Holy See had rushed to the front and fought with the skeleton warriors standing in front.
The necromancers behind were not idle either, countless bone spears, bone spurs, death entanglement and other necromantic spells blasted at their enemies one after another, launching a thrilling bloody battle.
The final battle of the Undercity finally kicked off.