In the cemetery in the dead of night, a small group of temple knights are remembering the dead teacher. By the faint candlelight, they found a suspicious figure, it was a woman with gray complexion and unkempt hair, she was struggling to drag something, and she was hobbling towards the exit of the cemetery.
The knights gave chase. The woman stopped when she heard the sound, and turned her head, revealing a dry gray face.
Obviously she is not alive. Just when the knights were about to take action, there was a loud noise from a nearby dark corner. They followed the sound and saw a shadow growing bigger and bigger in the night, blocking the candlelight in that area, even Obscuring the starlight in a corner of the sky.
The gray-white female corpse bared its fangs and attacked the young man closest to her. While the knights drew their swords one after another, the group of invisible creatures roared and rushed towards them.
In the farthest corner from them, two clay dolls stretched out their giant shovel-shaped forelimbs and easily dug up the grave soil while taking advantage of the chaos. Burris crouched in a nearby bush, monitoring the slime killer while keeping an eye on the battle in the distance.
Provide the knights with some emergencies, and they won't bother to pay attention to the entire cemetery. Burris did not choose illusion or manipulation. Many clergymen would wear amulets that resist confusion. Manipulating them is not as safe as manipulating corpses.
He borrowed the female corpse from the underground temple, and the huge black creature was a chimeric flesh golem composed of several corpses, and the source of the corpse also came from the underground temple. This is a cemetery. In fact, Boris can directly wake up the corpses here, but most of the dead in the cemetery still have relatives and friends alive. If things are too exciting, it will be difficult to deal with the aftermath. Moreover, it takes time to cast spells to strengthen the corpses. Do these comparisons in the underground temple Be down-to-earth and don't take the risk of being discovered halfway.
Burris didn't make the corpse too powerful, he didn't want to kill people. He made them nimble and stocky, they were hard to hit, hard to break, but they didn't strike hard. In this way, they will fight with the knight for a long time, and neither side can kill the other.
Soon, Lisa's coffin was revealed. The slime-shaped killer got in through the gap in the coffin, deftly pried off the nails, and slid the coffin lid away intact and quietly. Burris thought sadly, if I take her away today, I will have to find a way to get her back after I am done, and then there will be a whole lot of trouble...
He gestured to the white clay-colored clay-shaped killer, and the white clay jumped into the coffin and wrapped Lisa's body, forming a white shell with human outlines and clear features on the face.
Wrapped in white clay, Lisa climbed out of the tomb, and the black slurry-colored mud-shaped killer next to her clasped the coffin and quickly refilled the tomb with soil. Fortunately, this tomb is very new, and most people can't see that it has been turned over again.
Under the heroic attack of the knights, the zombies and flesh golems fought and retreated. Their movements became more and more sluggish, and gradually collapsed from a huge chimera into a group of living corpses acting independently, and finally lay back on the ground, losing their vitality.
Meanwhile, Burris has taken Lisa and the slime killer away from the cemetery.
If the knights had inspected the scene carefully after daybreak, they would have found that these bodies had been dead for a long time, and had nothing to do with the recent deaths around Blackcliffe.
If they ask a mage in the army to investigate the traces of casting spells, the mage will deduce that it must be a necromancer who is not good at learning and doing experiments indiscriminately. So he left them in the woods.
These living corpses have no purpose, no intelligence, poor attack power, and illogical behavior, so this must be a failure. The undead are close to the breath of death, that's why they come to the cemetery.
The army mage of Blackcliffe must have made such a judgment, because that man's introduction to necromology was taught by Burris. Burris has always taught with a double standard, one set for real students, and another set for those who need basic training but reject necromancy.
It didn't matter if Naylor knew what happened last night. He neither doubted Estee nor asked her for help. Estee had already returned to the capital. Last night, she attended the reception organized by the noble daughters. Today, she left for the eastern town to inspect the orphanage.
Everything is so perfect, just need to read Lisa's memory.
Boris chose the corridor of the underground temple. It is quiet and hidden here, and it is really an excellent place to cast spells.
He put Lisa in front of the main hall door without opening it. The corpses piled up inside the door like a mountain. When he made the chimeric golem, he made the mountain of corpses a little messy. Opening the door casually would cause them to collapse and pour out... This reminded Burris of the days when he worked in the academy. This is the virtue of the locker - anyone who opens the door casually will be buried by debris.
Burris drew a magic circle on the ground, placed Lisa in the middle in a side lying position, and took out a metal candlestick with spikes on both top and bottom.
He fitted the upper spike with a white candle, pierced the lower spike into the wing seam of the corpse's head, and then cut his finger, letting the blood flow down the metal spike to the corpse's skull.
As the first drops of blood seeped into the corpse, Burris lit a candle and began chanting a spell.
The candle's flame was a cool blue, just wide enough to illuminate the corpse and the mage's face. A few ordinary candles provided light in the distance, and as the spell grew longer, those candles began to go out one by one.
Not long after, the corridor was completely darkened, and even the cold blue flames disappeared. Burris closed his eyes, and a cold light appeared in his dark vision.
Leng Guang obeyed his instructions and began to lead him the way. He wants to eliminate irrelevant memories in the maze of the soul and find what he wants as soon as possible.
Poplar trees, green coral, starry sky, boundless blue sea, noisy street, silent sunset, mourning at a funeral, carnival at the beginning of spring... There are vast memories in a soul, like a flame, like a sword. The caster must remain focused at all times, keep his mind firmly focused on the target, let the cold blue flame lead him, and avoid redundant and useless information.
Burris found it quickly. An ancient book with a metal cover, one side is iron black, and the other side is inlaid with a silver mirror. The guide wrote "Midnight Chronicle", and later people sang "Silver Hymns".
Now he could know directly everything Lisa knew. Has Lord Skeleton already seen these stories? How much did he see and how much did he remember
When the huge amount of information invaded his soul, a thought flashed in Boris' mind... He suddenly understood one thing.
Lott always makes hints about love, and he can't always give a clear response. He has always maintained a nonchalant attitude, just like a noble girl who is bothered by being pursued.
Burris considers himself not a reserved person. So why am I like this
I have often seen him in my dreams for the past sixty years, and now he stands in front of me every day, why do I not want to move forward? Why do I subconsciously back away when he walks towards me
Now Burris understood. It's not just about gender, or shyness.
What kind of soul would a demigod who spanned thousands of years have? I am afraid that no wise mage can understand it.
Lothbald's body was shrouded in boundless night mist, like the black towers of the Swamp of the Dead. Whether he has a hippie smiling face or a deep dive, that's just the tip of his iceberg.
Just like in the past, he could only come out for seven days every hundred years... Those seven days were only a part of him, not all of him.
Also now. Now he is not completely free, he is still imprisoned somewhere.
So Burris would subconsciously back off. He was afraid that what he rescued was just a phantom. Under the phantom, there is also a complete ancient demigod.
Could that be Lott? Or a stranger Burris never knew
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When he woke up, someone put a book in his arms. At that time, he didn't know that this thing was called a "book".
He couldn't remember the appearance of the other party, he only remembered that the man said: I don't have any strength anymore, leave it to you. He didn't know what language it was, the meaning of the words came directly into his consciousness.
Holding the book tightly, he fell upwards from the abyss, piercing the water and falling into the sky.
He looked up at the boundless black sea, watching the man gradually sinking under the water.
After that, the first picture he saw was a valley full of flowers in mid-spring.
He didn't know how to appreciate the beautiful scenery, so he didn't stop. After he recognized many things, learned to read words, and had a real body, he came back once.
This time, the valley was different. The trees were turned into ashes, the villages were turned into corpse mounds, and something opened a gap in the middle of the mountain ridge, like a giant dragon lying on the ground that was cut in half.
Time has not passed for a long time, and this is not a trace of the changes of the years. Villages were engulfed by the flames of the purgatory winged snake, and plants were poisoned by otherworldly elements.
The huge damage on the ridge was really related to the dragon. The fire dragon killed the entire formation of winged snakes, and then died with the devil's commander. Its last rage shook the land, scarring the mountains and rivers forever.
He wrote it all down. Not with the brain that just grew out, but with the book. He started writing from the second half of the book, and he wrote very little, not even half a page.
Before that, he had already read the first half of the book. The book introduces all kinds of knowledge about God's Domain, records the relationship between the Black Lake and the Hall of the Dead, and is filled with the pain and introspection of the Black Lake guards.
The gods and the devil meet, get acquainted, fight, part, reunite, and then fall together and go to the abyss together.
Before disappearing, the guardian of the Black Lake used his last strength to push the book and his creation to the world. This creation is a combination of three kinds of power. The power of the gods comes from the guards of the Black Lake, the power of purgatory comes from the devil monarch, and the power of the dead comes from the black lake full of sinful souls. Toxins can also arouse their own warriors from the battlefield full of corpses.
He found the remains of the fire dragon. The body of the dragon was already broken, and the shattered wings could no longer soar in the sky. He smashed the bones and reassembled them, turning the dragon into an army. With skulls and curved dragon horns, they bear a resemblance to their creators.
It is said that the devil can transform the dead into fiendish beings, and he can transform the dead into undead soldiers. Not only that, but he can also manipulate other undead in the world to make them resist the attack of purgatory creatures together.
The undead army is growing stronger, and the world is gradually aware of their existence. Some see it as a divine aid, others as a sign of tragedy.
Someone once saw it from afar: under the moonlight, charred black and bone white invaded the devil's camp, tearing the red creatures to pieces.
People saw the leader of the undead army, but dared not approach. They told his story in awe, calling him Lord of Bones.
He liked the title very much, so he silently wrote it down.
That day, he was cleaning the battlefield. He found two human corpses, one was an adult, holding a broken bone spear, wearing crude leather armor, and covered in blood; the other was a blue baby girl with a small skull embedded Teeth of the Infernal Moa. It can be judged from the posture of the deceased that the adult man died to protect the child, but it is a pity that the child did not escape the bad luck in the end.
He thought of Black Lake. When the creator handed me the book and pushed me into the world, I don't know if his state of mind was the same as that of this father.