Chapter 2365: insurance

On the top of the Soul Tower, Rowling sat on the exquisite sofa, flipped through the parchment scroll in her hand, and muttered the contents:
"This morning, the necromancer Kwill said that there was a group of corpse witches who originally belonged to him, but did not have time to plant a spiritual imprint. Another necromancer, Gesen, stole it and planted a spiritual imprint first. For this two There was a riot in the city of Sao, and the battle spread, injuring dozens of bystanders and killing several mages. Brother, how will you deal with this?"
In front of her, Rhode leaned on the sofa and said casually, "If you dare to make trouble in Sao City, kill him."
"That can't be done, it's not the right choice." Rowling rolled his eyes at him, "If Vita is here, it is estimated that she will ask the two necromancers to compensate for the loss first, and then investigate the grievance between them. judge."
"What about City Lord Vita? Isn't she supposed to handle these trivial matters?" Rhode asked with some doubts.
"She took a leave of absence to go to the Magic Plains to rest. She likes the environment there." Rowling replied softly, she smiled a little, and seemed to enjoy the current situation.
Rhode shook his head: "Your mirror image Dafa has not yet reached the stage of condensing multiple mirror images at the same time. Your energy is limited, you should spend your time studying spells, not dealing with these things."
"Do you mean like you are now?" Rowling glanced at him. "I'm very suspicious, are you hiding other mirror images in places I don't know about, such as... beside that Lady Shadow?"
"...What are you talking about?" Rhode's mouth twitched.
Rowling snorted softly, she changed a parchment scroll, and continued to read: "Allegiance to our undead lord Glitter, donated thirty high-quality human slaves, and a considerable share of gems, hoping to get some brothers The corpse witch king transformed by himself."
"Give him the same number of Corpse Witch Kings, that's enough for him to expand the undead army." Rhode answered slowly without opening his eyes.
At this moment, Rhodes, who was lying quite peacefully half-lying, suddenly sat up suddenly as if he felt something.
"What's wrong? Brother?" Rowling asked softly, putting her hand on his shoulder, a little puzzled.
"There's something wrong with the mirror image number one." Rhode's expression was a little solemn, but when he recalled the scene before the mirror image was broken, he calmed down again, "It may be that the mirror image number one is too careless, or it may be that the enemy has surrendered. Good luck, the hero Tanan needs me to come forward, I can't stay here."
Rowling pouted, showing a somewhat helpless expression, but thinking of the major events Tanan was involved in, she did not insist on it after all: "Well, brother, do you need me to go with you?"
Rhode shook his head: "It seems that things in the city need you more. If there is any trouble, I will tell you."
Shaking the sound transmission conch in his hand, Rhodes stopped staying, and his figure shuttled through the flames, leaving Rowling reluctantly watching his gradually dissipating figure.
"I succeeded... That evil necromancer will never exist again, hero Tanan, have you seen it..."
At the end of the continent, Ricky clutched the hole in front of him that was penetrated by the sharp blade, and blood accumulated under him, but he felt extremely excited, and then he screamed in the sky.
Thunderbird felt his state, and while he was happy for him, he couldn't help but feel extremely sad. Although he shattered the body of the necromancer in one fell swoop, Ricky was also seriously injured and could not survive.
The only thing that makes Ricky gratified is probably to get back the remains of the hero Tanan, to avoid that great hero from being tainted by the evil necromancer, and to have him buried forever in the homeland he fought for, Kru Lord's. on the wasteland.
"What..." Behind the undead Thunderbird, York stared blankly at the scene where Rhodes' body was broken, and there was still a bit of disbelief in his eyes.
York never dared to imagine that the undead mage, who seemed so powerful, that even the Mage Empire couldn't do anything, was actually damaged by the barbarians of Krulord. This is simply impossible.
However, the knowledge of spells he had learned made York discover the clue. After a person dies, there is always a corpse left behind, and it is impossible to dissipate like a blister. The only thing that can do this is the magic that York once learned, mirroring Dafa.
"You're too happy too soon."
A familiar voice washed away the joy in Ricky's heart. He raised his head in a daze, but saw the black-robed man standing above the sky not far away, as if he had been severely injured in exchange for it. Nothing worked at all.
"It's impossible..." Ricky said in a daze, and Rhode would not care about his thoughts.
"It's a good heroic specialty. After you become my death knight, I believe that this ability will definitely shine in your hands." Rhode, who came from the city of Sao walking on the flame, put his sight on the The dying knight said slowly.
"You..." Ricky showed resentment. Just as he was about to say something, a thick dark green barrier suddenly appeared on the path of the thunderbird flying under him.
The sensitive thunderbird naturally couldn't collide with it. It flapped its wings and swayed for a while. It wanted to cross the barrier, but what could be blocked in front of it was a continuous dark green barrier. The barrier quickly formed from the void, and finally Confining its entire body to a narrow range.
"it's over."
Rhode snapped his fingers, and with the crisp sound from his fingertips, a violent explosion spread from the inside of the barrier, and the deafening thunder sounded like a roar from the sky, and even the space could not withstand the damage of the spell, faintly There are signs of shattering.
The strong explosion could not be blocked by Hercules Aegis. The dark green barrier shattered in an instant, and two scorched corpses fell from it.
After getting used to the fighting method of relying on artifacts, Rhodes almost forgot that he used to be a powerful mage. He has already achieved the level of skill in combining spells. As long as he does not spare the consumption of mana, he can deal with such savagery. Bio, so to speak, don't take it lightly.
Stopping the idea of ​​going to the end of the continent immediately and sending the hero Tanan to the water element plane, Rhode slowly turned his eyes, and finally put his eyes on one of the charred corpses that fell to the ground.
"Wake up, hero Ricky, a beautiful death awaits you."
The rich death energy condensed on the hero Ricky's body little by little. In a blink of an eye, he washed away the scorch marks on his body. His body, which was already lifeless, was slowly moving his fingers.