Chapter 607: Mad Master

In order to verify his conjecture, Joan quickly made a series of spell-casting gestures and performed 2 rings of "Higher Endoscopy".
"Tercen!"
Shen Sheng spit out the spell to start the mantra, and Qiao An's huge main eyeball showed a silver magic aura, staring at the backside of the hurried running in front of the tunnel.
Perhaps it was because the man was intensely frightened not long ago, and his mental state was very unstable. In addition, he only fled his head and escaped, and did not guard against the reconnaissance spells from behind. Joan broke through his will defense line without encountering any resistance. The bottom of the person.
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Investigation target: male human
Health status: Poor (mild schizophrenia)
Extraordinary occupation: Master 6 (specializing in the Necronomicon)
Strength 8, Dexterity 12, Constitution 9, Intelligence 19, Wisdom 13, Charisma 8
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The investigation results of "Higher Endoscopy" confirmed Joan's conjecture and also verified Mr. Schmidt's concerns. This lunatic and emaciated man did suffer from mental illness. For some reason, two contradictory personalities were split in the same body.
In addition, this mad man is a 6th-level necromancer, ghouls and zombies in the pit, mostly created by this person with necromantic magic, which is exactly in accordance with Mr. Schmidt's guess .
Then the question is coming. What is the purpose of this crazy mage hiding sneakily in the mine pit and staying with the smelly undead all day long?
Do you simply like this hidden environment and want to set up your own laboratory here, using the corpses of dwarf miners to study necromantic magic, or do you have another unspeakable intention?
Joan remembered that the Mad Mad Master had mistakenly regarded himself as "Mr. Messenger", thinking that he had sent him food and experimental materials. This shows that the Mad Mad Master maintains close contact with outsiders, which is probably a kind of cooperation. Relationship, then he hid in the mine pit and made a name for himself. I am afraid that it is not just out of personal interest, but may also be part of a secret plan.
Joan quickly weighed the current situation.
The opponent is a 6th-level necromancer, and his spell-casting ability is obviously higher than himself. Under normal circumstances, Joan is not sure to defeat such a difficult opponent.
But now the situation is quite special. In addition to the intellectual attributes, Firge’s other physical attributes are quite mediocre, and he is a lot worse than himself in all aspects. In addition to suffering from schizophrenic diseases, the calm mind that the mage should have is also The two contradictory personalities are messed up, and until now they have not made up their minds, whether to continue to run or turn around to desperately fight him.
Faced with such a bad opponent, Joan is confident to fight against him!
With such a thought, Joan's courage was doubled, and he raised his hands to supplement two protective spells on himself, prepared for battle, and accelerated to catch up.
At this time, the terrain ahead suddenly became wide, and a large underground cave was connected at the end of the tunnel.
Filger the mad mage jumped out of the hole and hurried to an experimental bench, while rushing and chanting words, the spell blessed three spells in one breath.
Joan has one main eye and three secondary eyes closely watching Filger's movements. With the advantage of many eyes, he quickly recognized that the other party's just blessings were "Mage Armor", "Anti-Enemy Enchantment" and "Bull" Power".
The first two protective spells are very reasonable, but what is the use of his blessing "Bull Power"?
With his weak chicken-like body, the original strength attribute is only 8, even if he uses the spell to increase the strength by 4 points, that is, a level slightly stronger than ordinary people, do you still plan to fight melee?
Joan shook his head secretly, drifting into the cave with doubt, and found that there were torches on the wall, and the dim fire light illuminated the decoration in the cave. There is also a sink resembling a coffin next to the table in the alchemy equipment. There are three pale and swollen dwarf corpses, and a pungent stench floats in the distance.
"What the are you doing here?" Joan couldn't help asking.
The Necromancer turned back and stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "It's none of your business, big eyes! Don't treat me like a fool, in fact, I have already seen it, you are not a real eye demons , It’s just an inferior pretend to be a goblin!"
"What about that, enough to deal with people like you."
"Humph! Then give it a try!"
The fierce and tough master personality of the mad mage Firge has now ruled out the weak secondary personality, completely occupying the dominant position, with a grin around the back of the sink, and suddenly waved a handful of black dust to the sink.
"Wake up, my lovely pets!"
Accompanied by Phelps hysterical laughter, the magic net distributed around the sink changed drastically, and the water surface raised a strange ripple. The bodies of the three dwarf miners slowly sat up from the sink.
Joan saw that Fergusa had "black agate" powder in the sink. This black gem has a special magical nature, and has a particularly high affinity with negative energy. Most of the necromantic arcane spells of undead creatures need to call negative energy, so necromancers always carry a lot of black agate with them. As a casting material.
"Summon 3 zombies at a time... Is this a 3rd-level "Undead Summoning Technique"?" Joan secretly guessed.
At that time, the three zombies awakened by Firge magically had climbed out of the sink one by one, and picked up the hammers and pickaxes that were discarded by the pond at the command of the master. The neat steps surrounded Joan's position.
"Are you capable of this?"
Joan disdainfully glanced at the stinking zombies, his gaze still fixed on Filger. Extract a "mythical power" into a spell position, raise two eye stems, and approach the approaching zombie across the sky.
"Úré!"
Joan chanted a spell representing "burning", and the two stalks sprayed a fan-shaped flame.
The range and power of "Mythical Burning Hand" are greatly enhanced than the original version, and instantly burned three zombies to ashes.
"Humph! You really aren't a real eye demons. Eye demons won't use such spells!"
Filger gritted his teeth, hid his hands behind the sink, waved his hands, made a series of casting gestures, and ended with a start spell representing "soul".
"Fairé!"
The clenched black agate in the mad mage's hands slammed, and the magic wire around it quickly twisted into a looming black giant palm, as if from the underworld's claws, emitting cold negative energy.
What spell is this?
Joan stared closely at the giant black palm that emerged from the opposite side, his eyes full of vigilance.
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