Chapter 329 Lich

Sheamus rode on an undead horse and fled desperately.

This undead horse with dark fire in its eyes has the strength comparable to that of a sixth-level monster. Although its whole body is made of bones, its running speed is not slow, and it is tireless. Running, you don't need to eat and rest like a living monster.

The undead horse galloped all the way, carrying him towards a deserted ancient castle in the distance.

There is a barrenness everywhere here, and some white bones can be seen everywhere in the grass.

Obviously, this is an ancient battlefield, desolate and lonely, with no human habitation for hundreds of miles around, only the ancient castle in front stands there alone, like the bleak figure of an old man standing in the sunset, looking Up so much loneliness.

However, there was the only life-saving straw in Sheamos' heart.

Because the teacher who led him to the path of no return as a necromancer was in this castle.

Speaking of his teacher, Sheamos had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know whether to be grateful or hate.

It stands to reason that the teacher led him on the path of magic and gave him extraordinary power, so he should be grateful.

But necromancers are not mainstream on this continent.

In other words, in the world of all the living, necromancers will not become the mainstream.

Since he embarked on the path of necromancer practice, he has been hunted down by the knights of the Light God Sect, restrained by the priest of the Light, and hostile by countless people. He has suffered a lot from the experience of surviving many times.

Even in the kingdom of the natural gods, although they didn't yell at the necromancers, the invisible exclusion still hit Sheamus hard.

Therefore, he developed an extremely extreme character.

He began to become a little unscrupulous. He once led thousands of undead to besiege the church, dug the graves of some strong people without any scruples, and killed several tribes with the magic of undead magic that spread the plague. The purpose is to get some powerful corpses to train qualified undead subordinates for themselves.

For this reason, he was even more excluded and suppressed.

A necromancer who has no bottom line in doing things will not be welcomed anywhere.

Especially those strong fighters in the warrior system, they don't want to be dug out after their death and become undead driven by others.

After the incident was revealed, Sheamos was once hunted down by a strong man from the kingdom.

However, his temperament has been developed, and he thinks that he is not strong enough, and the number of undead legions under his command is not large enough, otherwise those people would dare to chase him down.

So instead of restraining himself, Sheamus intensified his efforts, acting more and more recklessly.

It's just that he has also learned to be smarter, no longer doing it blatantly, but hiding in the dark secretly.

Originally, this made him a lot stronger, and the undead tribes under his command became more and more tyrannical.

However, just when he was confidently planning to take the undead to besiege a strong man of a tribe, and slaughter that tribe to avenge himself, he met a strange necromancer.

The reason why it is strange is that although that guy also drives the undead,

But completely different from myself.

That person's level of strength may not be stronger than his own, and the number of undeads controlled by the other party is far less than his own undead army, but the strength of each undead of that guy is very powerful, far more powerful than the undead under his command.

More importantly, he was caught off guard. When his undead army was attacking the tribe and there were not many undead guardians around him, he was suddenly killed by the opponent, forcing him to give up his hard-earned savings. His undead subordinates can only choose to flee.

Then something happened that almost made him feel hopeless.

No matter what means he uses, he can't get rid of the guy behind him who ruined his good deeds.

Moreover, he was chased closer and closer by that person, and was almost caught by the other party several times.

In desperation, he had no choice but to flee in the direction of his teacher, asking the teacher to save him.

Otherwise, he couldn't think of any other way out for him.

This is also the sorrow of the Necromancer.

Their number is too small, and because of their extreme and eccentric temperament, they like to be alone, so they don't report to the group. Naturally, they don't have many friends to help them when they are in danger.

Seeing the ancient castle getting closer and closer ahead, Sheamos was ecstatic.

It's finally here.

In the past few days, he has been chased to the sky and has nowhere to go. In order to escape, his spiritual power and magic power have almost been exhausted. If he can't run to the teacher to get shelter today, he will not have the strength to summon the undead from the underworld. Take him away.

call out……

Suddenly, a soft sound came from the front.

It was a bone spear, and it stuck in front of Sheamos' undead horse with a bang, blocking his way.

Immediately, two tall skeleton warriors appeared in front of them.

Sheamus quickly grabbed the undead horse.

He knew that this was the undead under the teacher's command, responsible for guarding the castle.

Sheamus jumped off the undead horse and shouted loudly: "Teacher, teacher, it's me, Sheamus..."

As he yelled, he turned his head and looked behind.

A strong sense of crisis continued to come from the rear, and he knew that the necromancer who was chasing him was not far away.

Although I don't understand why that guy wants to chase and kill himself as a necromancer, but these are not important, the important thing is that he can't die now.

Unless he reached the level above the Grand Magister, even if he was a necromancer, once he was killed, he would really die.

Only a strong man who has become a great magister and enters the underworld after death can guarantee that his mind will not dissipate and continue to live in another form.

Otherwise, even if the soul enters the underworld, it can only become an ignorant skeleton mage.

Of course, most necromancers who are truly capable of becoming a great magister or above will choose to transform their bodies into another life form, a lich!

Because practicing undead magic with a human body, one needs to endure the erosion of death energy for many years, which is very harmful to the body.

Therefore, the necromancer is the weakest of all magicians.

Only after transforming themselves into liches and becoming true undead creatures can they get a powerful body.

Even if their bodies are killed, as long as they are lich phylacteries and have not been found and destroyed, they still have the possibility of constant resurrection.

Ahead, the castle was still silent, and the skeleton in front of Sheamus didn't seem to move out of the way.

After a while, when Sheamos felt despair, the old gate of the old castle was creaked open by two skeletons.

A deep, hoarse and unpleasant old voice came from the castle: "Sheamus, my disciple, you seem to have caused me some trouble?"

After hearing that voice, Simos breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher, help me, I'm being hunted down by a strange necromancer, that guy has some powerful undead that I haven't seen before."

"Um?"

The old voice inside heard the words, and suddenly his tone fluctuated: "There are still undead that you haven't seen?"

"Yes, teacher."

Sheamos quickly said: "That guy is very strange, the ghost he controls has a solid body, if I can't feel the breath of that ghost, I think it is a living person.

In addition, the zombie he summoned is extremely tyrannical, the whole body seems to be made of gold and iron. Not only can the bone spear I cast cannot penetrate the body of the zombie, it can't even cause much damage to the zombie before being shot directly. opened……"

Following Sheamos' narration, the necromancer in the castle was obviously interested.

He ordered the two skeleton warriors who blocked Sheamus to get out of the way and let Sheamus enter the castle.

The castle looks very old and dilapidated from the outside, but the inside is clean and tidy, with wooden furniture, clean tables, chairs and tableware, and even exquisite murals on the walls.

If it weren't for the many skeleton warriors standing guard in the hall, and some ugly zombies exuding strange smells standing in the corner of the hall, and ghosts with transparent bodies appearing and disappearing from time to time, this place would be no different from the castles of ordinary country nobles. Not much difference anymore.

"teacher."

Shemos respectfully saluted an old man sitting in front of him covered in pitch-black robes.

"Jie jie jie..."

Amidst the weird and gloomy laughter, the old man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes shining with green light: "Sheamus, my dear disciple, I remember that when you left me, you said you would never come back again. of."

"Teacher, the disciple is wrong."

Sheamos said respectfully: "After leaving you, I realized that my strength alone is not enough to succeed in the outside world. If I had listened to you, I wouldn't be able to become a This look of embarrassment."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, why don't you tell me about the necromancer who chased you down, huh?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the old necromancer suddenly turned his head and looked outside through the opened gate of the castle.

At the end of the overgrown path outside, a figure suddenly appeared.

That figure didn't mean to cover up his whereabouts, and just walked straight towards the castle.

"Is that him?"

The old necromancer's eyes flickered for a moment, and he was a little surprised: "It seems that the strength is about the same as yours. Why are you so courageous? Looking at it like this, do you still dare to break into my undead castle?"

Sheamus nodded again and again: "Teacher, this is the person."

He was deeply impressed by this figure, and he had no choice but to be almost overtaken by this figure several times, causing the figure of the other party to be deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Something's wrong?"

The old necromancer looked at the man outside strangely, and said: "Why do I feel strong vitality from him, shouldn't our necromancers be haunted by death?

Sheamus, are you sure this man is a necromancer, not a natural magician? "

"Teacher, he did summon ghosts and zombies to fight with me."

"Oh?"

At this moment, the old necromancer suddenly became excited: "Could it be that this necromancer invented a brand-new magic that can maintain his own vitality, or extract vitality from other creatures to maintain his own consumption?

Jie Jie Jie, great, I want to capture him alive and torture him how he did it.

If I can also regain my vitality, I will be more confident of advancing to the Grand Magister, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand such a strong erosion of death when I advance.

As long as I become a great magister, I can prepare for the transformation into a lich. When I become an immortal lich, Jie Jie Jie, the Holy See of Light, you just wait for my revenge. "

The old necromancer looked extremely excited at this moment.

After all, death qi erodes vitality, which is the most distressing thing for these necromancers.

There are many necromancers who have been exposed to death energy for many years, or have to stay in places rich in death energy for many years in order to create more powerful undead. As a result, their bodies have been eroded too much. Because of the decay of the body, it will plunge itself into death.

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