Chapter 1452: Smed

Perceiving that the atmosphere is a little abnormal, Asri beside Rhodes proactively said to Linda: "You can call me Asri, he is the powerful Lord Rhodes. We have an urgent matter and need to see Smed Lord, girl, also ask you to lead us."
Seeing what Asri said, Linda nodded, and at the same time did not forget to glaze at Rod: "The people who come from afar and come out of the teleportation monument are our distinguished guests. I will take you to see Lord Mede's."
Aware of Linda's words, Rod curled his lips. He didn't care about the hostility of such an ordinary creature without power.
Soon, under the leadership of Linda, Rod and his entourage marched towards the middle of the valley.
In the perception, there is more and more living aura, and there is a town not far away. Rod is a little strange for a while, and said to Asri: "This is not the city of the dead, what is Smed doing? Did he learn What secret method do you need the assistance of these ordinary creatures?"
Asri shook his head: "It's not what you think. A long time ago, Smed used to be a Glory Knight. Later, because he sheltered an underground demon, the entire territory was implicated and was cleansed by those angels. Became a lich in the curse, I think, all this in his current territory is to reproduce the situation before."
"Interesting..." Rod said in a deep voice.
In the front, Linda, who was responsible for leading the way, listened to the conversation between Rhodes and Asri, with curiosity in her eyes, and she constantly looked back towards the rear, hoping to get more information about Lord Smed from them.
Perhaps focusing on the rear relationship, Linda accidentally stumbled over the protruding tree roots on the ground and staggered forward a few steps to stabilize her figure.
"What are you doing? Take your way!" Rod scolded unceremoniously.
Linda touched her back heel, then stuck her tongue out at Rod, pouting her mouth and moving on.
"Where is it?" Asri thought for a while, and then said, "Smed once found me, brought the remains of his men, and begged me to resurrect them, but I couldn't do that."
"Why? Are you not very good at the magic of reincarnation?"
Asri shook his head: "Those remains seem to be intact, but they are missing the most critical part, that is the soul. Their souls have already been purified by those angels. Reincarnated and reborn cannot resurrect the purified creatures. Spiritualism may be possible, but he is obviously unwilling."
Hearing what Asri said, Lord thought of something, his expression became serious.
Rowling's soul was also taken away by those angels. Once purified, she would not be able to reincarnate and resurrect.
"Using spiritism, can the corpse whose soul is taken away be transformed?" Rod asked.
"This question, you should know better than me, your attainments in spiritism surpass all liches." Asri answered slowly.
Seeing Linda in front of her ears pricked up and overheard, Asri smiled helplessly, and then said:
"I know what you are thinking. The soul contains all the memories of creatures and their awakened wills. Once the soul is purified, these will no longer exist. The purified body of the soul can be transformed into undead creatures, but But they cannot be transformed into death knights, their heroic will has long been erased with the soul."
Hearing what Asri said, Rod's heart sank.
As Asri said, once Rowling's soul is purified, she will not be able to be reborn in any form, which Rhodes does not want to see.
Linda, who was leading the way, listened to the conversation between the two people behind her, and her face was shocked. At the same time, she was also a little confused. She had never heard of these mysterious information before.
Soon, a simple wooden house appeared in Linda's eyes, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "We are here. Lord Smed, lives in this wooden house on weekdays."
Perhaps he sensed the approach of powerful death energy, the door of the wooden house opened with Linda's words, and a special figure slowly walked out of the wooden house.
"Smed." Rod recognized that the person in front of him was Smed, who had appeared at the Lich Rally, so things were undoubtedly much easier, "surrender to me. You will obey my commands. There will be no dissatisfaction in my heart."
Rod's words containing a certain magical power resounded in Smed's ears.
"Are you crazy? Talking to Lord Lord like this." Linda said in a panic.
Smed stepped forward, looked at Rod and said, "I remember you, you are the holder of the artifact in the prophecy, named Rod."
Seeing Rhode's words, Linda hurriedly bowed her head and said sincerely to Smed: "Lord Lord, he didn't mean to offend you. He doesn't understand your identity at all. I beg you to forgive him."
However, Smed did not pay attention to Linda at all. He went straight to Rod, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "I surrender to you, Lord Rod, from now on, you will be my master. ."
Linda was taken aback, her mouth opened wide, and she said something for a long time.
"Excellent." Rod said in a deep voice, "How many powerful subordinates do you have? Let them assemble and prepare to attack the capital of Alasia."
"This..." Smed looked embarrassed, "I don't like to control undead creatures, and I also hate those necromancers. The only creature in the territory that can handle it should be me."
Rod frowned, and then said: "In this case, let me transform some corpse witch kings for you."
As he said, the darkness of death energy surged from Lord's body and then spilled into the town.
Dispersing the cloud of death in this way undoubtedly reduces the damage of this magic. However, when facing low-level or ordinary creatures, casting the cloud of death in this way can maximize the range of effect.
"What are you doing? Stop it!" Perceiving the ominous aura in the black cloud and mist, Linda, who recovered from the shock, hurried forward, grabbed Rod's black robe, and tried to stop him.
In the distance, the cloud of death has touched the bodies of the creatures in the city, and for a while, crying and screaming spread from the city.
"Lord, you must think of a way to stop his actions..."
Facing Linda's pleading, Smed looked calm, and looked at Rod in his eyes with an inexplicable enthusiasm: "Thanks to the master for the reward."
Linda didn't say much, the next moment, her throat was caught by a strong hand.
She struggled with her body, trying to get rid of the grip of this hand, but to no avail, Linda only felt that her breathing was getting weaker and weaker.
The cold sharp blade pierced her body, but Linda did not feel any pain. Her struggling movements became smaller and she could no longer lift any strength. Eventually, she was thrown on the ground like trash and her consciousness plunged into darkness.