"Quick...don't let this guy get away!"
"Chase… "
"Don't let him escape!"
In the alleys of the Undercity, Ron was riding a skeleton warrior, running in a panic. Behind him, dozens of Holy Alliance soldiers were chasing after him.
The soldiers of the Holy Alliance chasing Ron were not strong. Normally, Ron would definitely kill these guys, but now he didn't do anything. Once he was entangled by these soldiers, he would be in endless trouble.
At this moment, Ron does not have the strength of a great necromancer, no soul ring, nothing. He is Seiler, an ordinary necromancer.
"Damn it, it won't work like this!"
Seeing the chasing soldiers getting closer, Ron's heart became more and more nervous. The most terrible thing was that he didn't know the way of the Undercity at all, so he could only run when he saw the way.
At this time, a large group of people appeared in front of Ron. When they saw Ron, they surrounded him excitedly. You must know that Lord Antonio has issued an order, and those who kill or revive the Necromancer will be rewarded generously.
These soldiers all started desperately.
In the narrow alley, with no way forward and pursuers behind, Ron's heart tightened suddenly.
"He can't run away, come on!"
The soldiers of the Holy Alliance cheered as if they knew Ron's plight. The long swords in their hands gleamed coldly, and their faces were covered with cruel ferocity.
Just when Ron thought he was desperate and was about to go all out, a bunch of things caught his attention.
It was a pile of quicklime, which seemed to be used to repair the city walls when defending the Undercity.
"Yes!"
At this moment, Ron's heart moved. He ran over quickly, stretched out the "Bone Spear", picked up a few bags of quicklime, and threw them at the Holy Alliance soldiers in front.
"Be careful, he's throwing something!" a Holy Alliance soldier shouted.
However, Ron's target was not him. He waved the bone staff in his hand, and a cloud of blue energy formed instantly.
"Death entanglement!"
With a "boom..." sound, "Death Coil" hit those bags of quicklime, and all the quicklime exploded, making those Holy Alliance soldiers look ashamed.
"Don't let him get away! Ah... no, my eyes... my eyes..."
The quicklime not only blocked the sight of the Holy Alliance soldiers, but also caused varying degrees of burns when the falling quicklime got into their eyes. Some Holy Alliance soldiers covered their eyes and wailed.
When the soldiers came back to their senses, they saw that the front was empty, and the necromancer had gone somewhere.
"Huh? Where's the person?"
"Ran!"
"He can't run very far, find that guy quickly..."
The soldiers of the Holy Alliance saw that it was broken. They looked around for traces of Ron, but they could still see Ron's shadow. At this time, someone had already reported to the high-level.
Antonio was instructing the soldiers of the Holy See to transport boxes of gold, silver and jewels out of the basement. The other sanctuary powerhouses were mad with jealousy, but they did not dare to act rashly.
At this time, a soldier walked up to him quickly and whispered something in his ear.
"What? Run away?"
Before he finished speaking, Antonio jumped up angrily, waved his fists and roared, "What are you guys doing? Dozens of people surrounded a man and let him run away... Get lost... Get lost..."
The elf priestess asked, "What's the matter? Lord Antonio? I'm so angry!"
"I'm so pissed off!" Antonio said angrily, "Those guys met a necromancer in the Undercity while cleaning up the battlefield, and finally let him run away! Do you mean to be angry?"
The orc prince said disapprovingly, "It's just a necromancer, just run away, in the current continent of Omros, he can't make any big waves at all!"
"No!" Antonio quickly calmed down. He took a few steps and said with a gloomy face, "If you cut the weeds, you must get rid of the roots. We must not take this issue lightly..."
Thinking of the motto of the Scourge Church that "the undead never die, the natural disasters never die", Antonio couldn't help but shudder. He turned around sharply, pointed at the soldier and said viciously, "... chase... chase me right away... chase No one will raise his head to see me..."
"Yes, my lord!"
Ron did not run far, he just hid in a dark corner not far away, the so-called most dangerous place is the safest, Ron hid under their eyelids and the soldiers didn't find it, after a hasty search, they cursed gone.
After confirming that the soldiers had left, Ron slowly emerged from his hiding place, heaved a sigh of relief, and sighed that his luck was indeed very good.
But this time Ron didn't dare to be reckless. He summoned a crow, scouted the sky, and after he recognized the road, he slowly escaped from the Undercity.
As night fell, the dark city was blazing with flames, and countless black smoke rose into the air. From time to time, there were one or two screams in the city.
Standing on a small hill, Ron couldn't help but sighed while looking at the burning Undercity. It seemed that the demise of the Scourge Church was a preordained end. As a person who experienced it, he only felt endless regret.
However, he is Sailor, a very ordinary necromancer, and it is time for him to leave, but the continent of Omros is so big, where can he go
"I can only see one step at a time!" Ron thought silently, and he slowly left the Undercity.
After the Holy War, the land of Omros was a bleak scene. Wherever Ron went, there were traces of war everywhere. The Tower of Soul, a building of the Scourge Church that had been burned, was full of desolation.
Ron walked all the way for three days. For three days, he didn't see a single person. All he saw was countless rotting or non-decomposing corpses, and he could also see a group of wild dogs or vultures scrambling for it.
Ron didn't bring anything with him when he came out of the Undercity. At this moment, he was tired, hungry and thirsty. At this time, he saw a village, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help walking forward quickly.
The village is very quiet, and it can be seen that it has also experienced war.
"Is anyone there?" Ron called, but he didn't hear any response. Just as Ron was about to leave, he saw a trembling figure, it was an old woman with white hair, she When he saw Ron, he showed a flustered look.
"My... my lord... what are your orders?" the old woman stammered, her eyes full of horror.
"Grandma, do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten for several days!" Ron asked politely.
"Yes... yes!" The old woman nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and she led Ron to the home in the village.
Ron touched his pocket, Seiler was okay, he left a few gold coins for himself, otherwise he would be hungry now.
The old woman's house was very simple. To Ron's surprise, there was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old in her family. She seemed to be her granddaughter, and she was a little younger than Ron. A look of panic.
"Your Excellency is coming to our house for dinner, why don't you hurry up and prepare..." the old woman glared at the girl and scolded with a straight face.
"Uh... oh... yes!" The girl nodded as if she had just recovered, and walked out quickly. After a while, she came in with a few pieces of black bread that were about to mold.
"Thanks grandma, I'll pay for it!" said Ron gratefully.
"No...you're welcome...my lord...use it slowly...we don't have to pay for it here!" the old woman stammered.
Ron nodded, and he didn't care too much, picked up a piece of black bread and gnawed it.
It was only then that Ron realized that there were suddenly more people in the village. They looked at the house with their heads poking around, and when they saw Ron, there was a look of fear in their eyes.
These were all ordinary villagers, and Ron didn't take it seriously. He continued to eat voraciously, but he didn't notice that the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl had gone out at some point.
"My lord, eat slowly, there are still a lot!" The old woman greeted enthusiastically, but her eyes looked out from time to time, as if she was waiting for something.
"Hmm!" Ron said vaguely, suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, with disbelief in his eyes.
Through the crow's eyes, on the horizon, I don't know when an iron cavalry wearing white armor appeared. They lined up neatly and galloped towards the village. There was nothing wrong with it. The target was this village. .
At this time, Ron understood everything, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He kicked over the table violently, stretched out his hand, grabbed the helpless old woman, and shouted sharply.
"Damn it! Did you report the letter?"
The old woman laughed loudly, and said coldly, "That's right, respected Master Necromancer, while you are eating, I have sent someone to report to the Holy Legion stationed here..."
"You're looking for death!" Ron's heart surged with murderous intent, he stretched out his hand, and pointed a "bone spear" at the old woman's throat.
At this time, the door was knocked open with a bang, and the young girl rushed in, threw herself at the old woman, and said in a crying voice, "I'm the one who reported the letter. If you want to kill me, kill her!" I, let my grandma go!"
The old woman smiled wryly, "My lord, I arranged all of this. Your lord is a necromancer. If I don't do this, the whole village will be executed by the Holy See in the name of heresy. It's a death anyway... Your lord... If you want to kill me, please let my granddaughter go, she is innocent!"
Seeing the old woman's determined eyes and the girl's tears, Ron's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't speak. Hundreds of people, they have begun to surround the village.
"asshole!"
Ron cursed fiercely, and he didn't know who to scold. He let go of the two of them, released the "fog shadow technique" and fled from the window quickly.
"It's him, don't let him run away!" A Holy See soldier shouted excitedly when he saw Ron running away.
…
On the endless plain, Ron rode the skeleton warrior and ran for his life, but the skeleton warrior couldn't run faster than the horse. At this time, the knights behind were chasing closer and closer, and Ron's heart became more and more desperate.
At this time, I saw a knight behind grinning. He slowly took out a compound bow from his body, put an arrow on it, and pulled the bow into a full moon.
With a sound of "swoosh," the magical arrow flew out of the string, hitting behind Ron like a meteor chasing the moon.
The speed of the arrow was so fast that it was too late for Ron to dodge when he found out. There was a pain in his chest, and the arrow branch had pierced his heart. Ron could no longer maintain his balance, and walked down a long slope. It went down like this.
At this time, Ron saw an extremely familiar object in his hand.
That was the bone staff Little gave him!
This bone staff is so familiar that it is impossible to forget it, because Ron has used it with his own hands, and even remembers clearly the location of the crack on the bone staff.
That is-
The Legendary Blackwater Staff!
The weapon that Ron picked up when he was on the alien plane!
It turned out that the corpse that Ron encountered on the alien plane was Sailor, the last necromancer of the Scourge Church...
Ron only felt a stabbing pain in his head, and with a "boom-", the world spun, and the scene in front of him became blurred.
…
"what-"
Ron turned over and sat up from the bed, his eyes were wide open, panting heavily, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
Dream!
It turned out to be just a dream!
But why, that dream was so real.
Only then did Ron realize that he was in a brightly lit room, and the decoration on the bed was not luxurious, but very practical.
"What is this place?"
Ron looked around and asked in his heart, when he felt a stabbing pain in his head.
Thinking about it, Ron finally remembered that he was severely injured by Laffield on Long Island, and even his body became fragmented.
At this moment, he suddenly lowered his head, only to find that his body had recovered miraculously, as if he had never been injured.
Ron only felt a daze in his mind.
"What exactly happened here?"