Chapter 1222: Loman

Under the dark night, the barren land lit up with high bonfires, illuminating the dead trees around.
A team of necromancers camped here, and tireless undead creatures stood on the outermost perimeter of the camp, with empty eye sockets, always facing the dark jungle.
In the seemingly vast camp, there are only undead creatures. The number of necromancers is very small, all gathered in the center of the camp, in the largest camp.
The night that the necromancers should feel kind, turned into the enemy they guarded, and no one knows, what kind of creatures exist in the dark forest, are those ambushing enemies, or the darkness that devours all .
The corpse sorcerer shrouded in death was following the necromancer's will, patrolling the camp all the time, the bones of his body clicking regularly.
With the arrival of the Necromancer, the animals have disappeared. In the face of the transformation of the corpse witch king, any dead living creatures cannot escape into the ending of the corpse witch.
Within the camp's camp, Lohman, who has the title of "heart of the corpse witch", is looking at an open map and thinking.
Fingertips swiped on the map, from the green city to the water stop city, and then continued to swim along the winding Millis River, and finally stayed in the quiet city, not long nails, left on the map Daodao's innocent scoring, meanwhile, Loman showed a thoughtful look.
Beside him, there are a man and a woman two necromancers, the energy of death radiated from his whole body is not weaker than that of Loman.
As the battle progressed, waves of cleansing had already occurred within the Necromancer. The weak Necromancer was the first to be eroded. Their strength was not enough to control the transformed corpse witch, only for other The necromancer Tim made the wedding dress.
In this case, even if there is no more detailed order, in order to avoid the coming of death, the necromancer who has always walked alone chose the group action.
Senior Necromancers like Lohman are no exception. They must join other Necromancers to bring some comfort to his uneasy mind.
The object that Loman chose to join forces is naturally a Necromancer with similar strength. Among the Necromancers, only those with the same rank will be eligible for equal communication.
As the team went deeper into the territory of Erie, Loman's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Looking at the map in front of him, Loman could only sigh deeply.
"Are you afraid of death? The heart of the corpse witch? The energy of death spills out of your body, which is not a good sign. This will only happen to people who are deeply desperate."
Hoarse again with a slightly accented female voice from a Necromancer, it didn't mean to question, it was more about stating a fact.
"I don't have any fear. Did you know? Before this battle started, I lived this life, transforming other creatures into undead creatures, accompanied by death all day, and at the same time avoided myself from death, today is just It's...an ordinary day."
At the end, Lohman was obviously lack of breath, and the Necromancer on the side also found this.
"Come on, these words of yours, let’s talk to those necromancers who haven’t seen you before. I don’t know who was frightened by the squirrel. They released the fireball of renju and ignited a large forest. It’s a mistake to join you. Decision." The female Necromancer rolled his eyes.
"Is that for a reason? You have heard about the story of the "Undead Devourer". How do I know that it was a squirrel that caused the sound in the forest, not a terrifying existence?"
As soon as Lohman's explanation came out, the camp suddenly calmed down, whether it was the female Necromancer who originally choked him or another Necromancer.
There was no reason for the overcast wind, the candlelight in the camp swayed, the flame had a tendency to extinguish at any time, and cold sweat dripped from the top of Loman's head. At this time, he also realized what he said.
"You shouldn't mention this name, Lohman. In the jungle, this name is a taboo. You will bring bad luck to us, and the terrible darkness will swallow us." The male Necromancer aside said in a deep voice.
"Oh, please, this is just a stupid name. Did you really believe the rumors?"
The male Necromancer had a pale face, with a clear look of horror in his expression:
"That's not rumors that can be explained, Lohman. Hundreds of necromancers have died in its hands, and even with the corpse witch transformed by the necromancer, they have also melted into the darkness, and will never be seen again. Traces. No one knows its identity, its name has become a curse. If you don’t want to kill us, it’s best not to mention the name again."
"I told you early in the morning that it was fake news from Erifang. The purpose was to make our hearts frightened, so as to resolve the offensive. The so-called'Undead Devourer' was just an organization in Eri. . There is nothing to scare the Necromancer who accompanies death, absolutely nothing!"
The questioned Lohman shouted loudly, seeking peace, and in this way, he felt a little relieved.
"Perhaps you don't know that there is already a Necromancer, and it has collected its intelligence from the Thieves Guild at a high price. It has never been a single person, not an organization!" The male Necromancer did not argue with Loman, whispering this Fan's words, "It has a unique ability to devour all the corpses' skeletons. If it is the organization of Eli, why has no one ever discovered a skeleton belonging to the corpses?"
The female necromancer on the side did not want to participate in this topic. It can be seen that she also has some scruples about the name mentioned by Loman: "Well, guys, no matter what the actual situation is, we better stick to this. , Wait for the sun to disperse the darkness and lead the undead creatures on the road again. Loman, you don’t need to mention that name again."
With the mediation of this female Necromancer, Loman and the pale male Necromancer no longer speak, and they share the same point in the heart of the female Necromancer.
Looking at Lorman on the side, the male Necromancer didn't look right, obviously dissatisfied with his previous move.
"Goo...hiccup..."
The elongated grunt came from the abdomen of the male Necromancer. At the same time, his face changed for a while, and finally he could not resist the physical discomfort. He quickly walked out of the camp.
"I'll fix it." After such a word, the male Necromancer walked out of the warm camp.