Chapter 1223: Loman II

With the departure of the male Necromancer, the camp was quieted at once, and Loman's attention was again focused on the map in front of him, but he heard the female Necromancer teased:
"Poor Anmore, he must have eaten a bad belly. I told him not to eat meat belonging to a corpse witch, but he obviously did not follow my advice."
Loman shook his head without saying much, but continued to look at the map in front of him.
Seeing that there was a cold game between the two, the female Necromancer actively asked: "If this battle ends successfully and the Necromancer has won the final victory, what are your plans?"
"Am I?" With a fairly bright flame, Loman looked at the female Necromancer.
Under the black and red hood, a flawed face is shown. The left eye socket is covered with blue and purple blood vessels. The skin below is wrinkled and inactive, but from the right side of the delicate face, it is not ugly Show what she used to look like.
Lorman himself was not much better. The skin around his mouth was rotting, and his terrifying teeth were always exposed to the air. The erosive traces of death energy are deeply in them, which is the only way for all senior necromancers.
"I want to go to Diya, go to the best Necromancer Academy for further study, and explore the way to become a lich. The harvest of this battle is enough for me to consume for a long time. If it goes well, it will not take long before I can hold it. The final ceremony...the endless night ceremony."
To become a real lich is the pursuit of every necromancer. This answer by Loman makes people unable to find any questions.
"Lich... If you want to be a lich, you don't have to rely on spell knowledge alone. You have to have unique potential. I don't have this potential. At this level, it is already my limit."
"What about you? You once said that the life of the Necromancer bore you and wanted to find a place to live in seclusion. Staying in Werning is not a good choice."
Loman asked seemingly casually, but his eyes were always on the people beside him.
"I also know..." Seems to have thought of something, the female Necromancer sighed, "I will stay in Eli, as you know, when the battle is over, the land that once belonged to Eli, will be necromancer Occupy everything."
In the camp, there was a sudden violent wind, and even the entire camp tent was swayed, the candlelight swayed, and there was the possibility of extinguishing at any time.
Loman couldn't take care of these, his eyes always stayed on the female Necromancer in front of him.
As the words came out, she showed a smile of expectation. The smile was so beautiful on half of her face. The smile that should not belong to the Necromancer attracted Loman's attention. For a time, Luo Man completely ignored her half-face defect.
"If possible, I would like to choose a jungle that has not been eroded by the Necromancer in Eri, build my own ranch, and then look for a man in the past. I don’t know if my current body has any fertility. Ability."
The smile on the female Necromancer's face has not disappeared. Suddenly, the candlelight in the camp was extinguished at this moment.
In the darkness, with the sound of the wood breaking, something was smashed down.
Realizing that the crisis was coming, Lohman could not care about the others, and immediately moved out of the camp by instantaneous movement.
Lohman noticed that, for some reason, the camp tent suddenly collapsed. The torches that had been put up in the entire camp were completely extinguished, and the surroundings were completely dark.
"Is Anmore yours? Did you destroy the camp and put the whole camp into darkness? If it is you, you better be careful, because once you let me meet you, I will definitely let you see the heart of the corpse witch 'Great!'
While roaring, Loman's hands ignited a flame in an attempt to illuminate the surrounding scene, but the darkness seemed to have some magical power, and was able to devour the emitted light to minimize the range of the fireball.
In the dead darkness, there was no response, only the roaring wind, laughing at Loman in front of him.
"Aina, where are you? Quickly coming out of the collapsed camp, it seems that something bad happened in the camp."
Unprecedented confusion emerged from Loman's heart. He knew that the more panic at this time, the less he could solve the problems at hand, but he could not suppress the emotions in his heart.
It is not an easy task to overcome the instincts that belong to creatures. The blessing with will is okay to say, but if there is no strong will, it will often be controlled by instinct.
Under the collapsed camp, there was no response. The instinctive fear made Lomanto's hand holding the fireball tremble slightly. What happened in front of him was already beyond his expectations.
At this moment, there was a noise under the camp, and there were signs of the figure struggling. Loman hurried closer, and through the fireball, he found the black-red robe that belonged to Aina alone.
After discovering this, Lohman hurried forward to help, opened the heavy cloth that was pressed down, and wanted to liberate the body below, but his hand was suddenly caught by a cold thing.
"Aina?"
Existing under the black-red robe, it is not Aina in Loman's impression. Although there is no difference in face, from the cold touch of the hand and a familiar sense of death, Aina obviously occurs Some kind of change.
Under Luoman's gaze, the skin on the surface of Aina's body was accompanied by flesh and blood, which melted like a wax figure and fell off the body, exposing the pale white bones inside the body.
The dark sticky substance, along with the hand that originally belonged to Aina, was stained with the black robe on Loman's body, the red light spot, swelled from its empty eye socket, there was no other choice, Loman would take the The fireball shot and hit Aina's bones.
The strong flame exploded in front of Aina, and the skeleton was torn apart instantly. Loman only felt that his body was light, but his arm was still bound by death. When he looked closely, a broken and broken hand bone was still dead. Grab your own arm.
Hurrying to tear the half-bone apart, Loman lit a fireball again. He looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Rao was a necromancer like him. This was also the first time he saw this kind of thing.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the darkness, and he laughed mercilessly at Loman in front of him, which no doubt annoyed him.
Under Lorman’s order, the gathered corpse gave him a little psychological comfort, and he roared around: "Who is pretending to be a ghost in the dark, get out of me!"