Chapter 1224: Undead Devourer

Lorman's last fireball achieved great results, not only knocking the enemy back, but now, the flames are burning above the collapsed camp and dispersing the surrounding darkness a little, which also makes Lorman feel at ease.
Between the silent camp, Lohman's roar echoed. At this time, he no longer cared about the strength of the enemy, just wanted to vent his own anger.
In the darkness, Aina’s bones stood up again. At this time, the whole body was black and the ribs did not know how many broken ribs. Even one arm was still intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.
Loman could feel a familiar breath from his body, which belonged to the corpse witch, even stronger than the previous Aina. When Aina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.
Looking at Aina's body, Loman was distressed for a while. Before that, he also talked to him, and the Necromancer who wanted to hide in the end of the battle became an undead creature.
"I have heard of your name, "Heart of Corpse Witch". When I was an ordinary necromancer, I had heard of it, and I could not see you here."
A low male voice came from the mouth of the skull in front of Lohman, and with the teeth inseparable, there was a burst of crisp sounds.
Lohman knew that Aina was dead at this time. With the bones that belonged to her, it was another Necromancer who was hiding in the dark and the culprit that caused all this.
After discovering this, Lohman calmed down and tried to test it with words: "I can't remember that I have offended a powerful existence like you."
"Offended? No, you haven't offended me. I didn't come here specifically for you. I just met you during the routine."
The low-pitched male voice said so. At the same time, the skull's jawbone was large, and it seemed to be facing Loman in front of him, showing an exaggerated smile. Even if his face had no flesh, Loman could still feel this.
"I can't think of the "heart of the corpse witch" being so vulnerable that it is no different from the Necromancer I have seen in my usual days."
The words from his ears made Loman feel cold in his heart. If the Necromancer in the dark said nothing, he would be in full trouble.
"Undead Devourer..."
At this moment, Lohman couldn't help but think of the name.
After seeing the tragic situation of Aina, Loman also understood his ending for Anmore, who had never appeared. I am afraid that when he left the camp, he would die in the hands of the necromancer.
At this time, Lorman had to recognize the fact that he met an extremely terrifying existence, an undead devourer in the darkness.
The names of the undead devourers have become a curse that makes the Necromancer fear. Previously, Loman did not believe this, and he did not expect it to be fulfilled now.
"To be honest, I don't like the name. I prefer to be called Vera, the death knight Vera."
The Necromancer in the dark did not deny the identity of the Undead Devourer. From his words, Loman got more useful information.
"Death Knight... A powerful existence like you, willing to become a death knight whose life and death are controlled by others?"
Speaking of which, Loman's expression changed, and it seemed that he had thought of something:
"I heard that you have the ability to devour corpses, and all the necromancers you met, even the corpses that brought them, disappeared from the world, and no longer seen, but in my opinion, you should keep those corpses. Come down and hide in a place that other necromancers don’t know, and use it to rebel when the time is right."
At the end, Lohman's words were firm, and there seemed to be an unshakable will.
"Let me join you. The death knight can’t violate the power of the spiritual imprint. Even with the strongest strength, he can’t actively rebel and control their Necromancer. They must use the power of other Necromancers. Believe me, I can in the process To help you, you are not willing to be enslaved as a death knight for a lifetime."
"Hahaha..."
Rampant laughter, from the dark, when it came out, under the light of the fire, the bones that originally belonged to Aina swayed arbitrarily, the jaw bones were wide open, and the shaking of the hands and feet, the elongated shadows were distorted. In the end, its The entire jaw fell apart from the skull and could no longer be recovered.
Looking at the bones in front of him, Loman felt a little guilty in his heart, but compared to living, nothing else.
Loman, who admits that his strength is far inferior to that of the undead devourer, can only get his life chance from other aspects. To his surprise, he seems to have made some mistakes in his guess.
"You don't know at all, I am loyal to a great being who can become his death knight. It is a gift from heaven. I will use my greatest merits to reward my new master. This battle will be Is my chance."
The laughter gradually subsided, and in the darkness, a figure came out slowly, covered by a wide hood, and Loman couldn't see his face.
When the unknown enemy showed his body, the fear in Loman's heart did not diminish. He had to move his body closer to the corpse witch in the rear, trying to seek refuge from the undead creatures, even if the strength of the undead devourer is stronger, he wants to deal with these. The corpse witch also takes some means.
"However, you are right. I don't have the ability to devour corpses. Those corpses are indeed hidden by me."
The flame ignited above the camp was completely extinguished at this moment, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. Only the fireball in Loman's hand was still emitting a little light.
"I want to surprise Eli's elves, an unforgettable gift, so I need a corpse witch, a lot of corpse witch."
"Now, "Heart of Corpse Witch", it's time to give me the corpse witch you have, and even take you with you and join me as a corpse witch."
The wind blew over, and the fireball in Loman's hand burst, and the field fell into deep darkness, no longer a hint of light.
Lohman was shocked. He had just ignited the fireball again, but he saw an extremely strange face directly in front of him. He could almost feel the cold breath of the man.
Before the time to cast a spell to escape, Loman's neck was immediately stuck with a cold hand, and the cloud of death penetrated into his body, and flesh and blood immediately peeled off, instantly destroying all the organs in his body.
Breathing stopped, the consciousness gradually blurred, unable to maintain the guidance of the spell, the fireball that Loman failed to throw slowly dissipated, and the camp fell into deep darkness.