In the courtyard before the logging field, the battle between the corpse girl and the ghoul team also entered a fierce stage.

Although the battle situation has a one-sided advantage, it is difficult to achieve the end in an instant.

Although Zi Ji Yanran's personal strength is far better than the other party, the ghoul on the opposite side seals a layer of plate armor like a war machine. Although her movements are more dull, the heavy armor almost covers her body tightly. Often Zi Ji cuts out with a sword and has to barely cut the outer iron sheet, and then use up his strength and get stuck in the tough muscles. If he wants to continue exerting force, the surroundings and skeleton soldiers immediately rushed forward, forcing her to avoid it and wander around and find the opportunity to get the sword.

However, the iron armor on the body of the ghoul is not a product of magic after all, and it constantly adds fine cracks under the fierce and fierce sword light; on the other hand, although the giant ghoul is able to exert even the brute force of the corpse girl with its absolute weight advantage, its speed that is more than one step lower than the opponent has become a fatal shortcoming. When the straight attack path is understood, it can no longer cause any threat. He struggles in every way, and can only accept being flew to death.

As for the skeleton soldiers surrounding them, the bones looked terrifying, but their real power was only equivalent to that of an ordinary farmer. Even the attack would only stiffly pick up the bone blade in his hand and repeatedly slash. But even this pitiful damage was often rolled into pieces by a thunderous sword light within three meters around the corpse girl, turning into a large piece of white bone carpet on the floor, waiting for the next reorganization and resurrection.

If this continues, the end of this battle will end with the successful killing of the only threatening ghoul through repeated attrition wars.

The mage who was watching behind the scenes naturally refused to sit still and watch this result.

So just as the two sides were fighting in full swing, he pushed open the outer window on the second floor, jumped up, and prepared to interfere in person.

Of course, he was not a master of light skills who came and went like flying. When he jumped in the air, a white light automatically floated on his staff, which instantly made the mage's body slowly fall to the ground like a feather.

However, before the decisive mage's feet were on the ground, he felt a pain in his knees, and then his whole body pounced on the ground like a dog biting mud. When he was about to get up, a wisp of coldness appeared in his throat, reflecting a silver light of a sword blade. He subconsciously raised his hands and swept away from the corner of his eyes, but he saw a strange purple long-haired girl looking over coldly, with her eyes hollow, as if she was staring at a dead body, which made him feel a little cold, confused and confused.

"When did this woman... appear?" Compared to the crisis of being trapped in the front line of life and death of the opponent, the necromancer's mind echoed endlessly, but this unsolvable question was such a puzzle.

You should know that the caster in the Azeroth world is not like the simple mobile turret in the game. As long as it is not an alternative like a lich, even a great mage who is close to a god will definitely not be able to withstand a dagger that suddenly appears behind him when casting the spell of destroying the city and destroying the pool. Therefore, once the caster enters the battle, he first considers how to save his life forever, and then creates a continuous deterrence and destructive power. In other words, in the development of magic civilization for thousands of years, the mage's life-saving philosophy has also flourished and developed to an unimaginable level in this land.

Even Schiller Cohen, the necromancer who was despised by the mainstream, habitually arranged a magic circle called "Anti-Life Formation" around the logging field even with the heavy protection of natural disaster soldiers. This basic necromancer magic circle cannot cause any lethality, but it can sense the flow of life within thirty meters centered on the house. His terminal is set by him on a staff that never leaves his body, so even if the assassin who is proficient in stealth approaches, he can immediately be alert to prevent it.

The only problem was that until he was captured, the wand that was trusted by his master still quietly showed no abnormality.

When he thought about it, he suddenly saw the quiet staff on the ground not far away. At this time, he was shocked as if he was delayed. He couldn't help but feel very resentful, but he said lightly: "Magic lady, can you return the staff to me? I can stop the harm to your companion."

"Ah...Ah snee! Didn't you notice that the battle is over." Before he could continue, a strange voice suddenly interrupted. The necromancer looked back and saw a wet boy covering his body and sneezing constantly coming over the river. The boy suddenly found the pine staff buzzing on the ground, picked it up, and turned his head and asked in surprise:

"Looking at your unlucky look... I should be a mistress at the grassroots level. Does this magic wand have the attribute of a magic weapon to recognize the master? Why do I keep vibrating as soon as I pick it up?"

That was a warning from the anti-life magic array... The necromancer thought this way, but subconsciously followed his gaze to look at the battlefield on one side. A silver and snow-white light leaped, which made him so stimulating that he couldn't help but close his eyes, and a roar of air shock and twisting sounded in his ears.

The next moment he opened his eyes, the face under the black cloak was bloodless: the body of the remaining ghoul suddenly froze, and with a "slam" of dirty blood rain, slowly lined up to both sides like an apple cut by a cross. The thick chain mail and the strong undead tendons actually penetrated into two halves with the light-like sword light.

However, what made him even more broken was the abnormality of the tall woman covered in bruises. When she walked over with blood and walked smoothly, the wounds around her were healing and squirming. When Gongshun stood beside the strange boy, her skin was white and crystal clear under the ragged yarn, with only a bit of the charm of a mature woman, but she no longer looked injured.

"The agility of the high-level stalker, the power of elite warriors, and the healing power of the trolls, what kind of monster is this?" The tall and thin man opened his mouth, suddenly feeling that the values ​​of decades of time collapsed. This feeling of confusion and confusion is even more profound than when he was destroyed in the Lordaeron's family two years ago, following the natural disaster wizard Kel Thuzad and joined the Curse Sect.

When his brain thumped, he didn't see the young man holding a staff looking over with a smile, his eyes were filled with chills, and he didn't realize that hell had just begun.

...

With a click, the thick iron door was slowly pulled open, and a stuffy air flowed out, revealing the scenery in the basement. After a while, a man wrapped in a black cloak approached and looked over.

"Master, please, please save Mrs. Shar!" But before he could react, he heard a "slam" sound of iron chains, and a figure suddenly rushed over, revealing his snow-white and plump skin. He was slightly stunned and looked down, but it was a chestnut-colored young woman in her thigh, holding her thigh and begging for mercy.

"Uh..." The man in black robe was silent for a moment, looking around, and just glanced at him, his brows frowned quietly, and immediately became aware of the dirty use of this basement.

In the dark room of only more than one hundred cubic meters, there were seven or eight beautiful women lying naked on the ground, including young women in their twenties and thirties, but there were also little girls in their twenties and thirties. However, regardless of age, everyone's expression was numb and dull, and their pale skin revealed the haggard smell of being subjected to long imprisonment and torture. In order to prevent escape, they were surrounded by pig iron rings on their necks, and the other end of the collar was dragged with long chains nailed to the wall. In the darker corner, a mature woman with golden wavy hair was lying on the ground, covered with red marks after whipping and the mess after joy, motionless, as if she was in a coma.

"Miss, calm down," the visitor then lifted his hood, revealed the face of the young man in the east, took a step back, spread his hands and said, "I am here to save you... and I have killed the evil mage who violated and imprisoned you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a submissive female servant walked into behind him. The women imprisoned and became a toy. Only the two of them whispered for a moment. The tall woman nodded, drew her sword and approached, as if to prove that what he said was true, she cut off these shackles like dog circles and freed them from the shackles.

But what made Rorschach sigh was that he suddenly regained freedom. Not only did these women not have the joy of regaining freedom, but instead showed a panic expression, but just lowered their heads and numb. One of the young blonde girls looked over timidly, as if they wanted to crawl over, but they were immediately hugged by an older woman with a somewhat similar face behind her. She then shouted in a hurry: "We don't want to escape, Liz is just naughty... Please, master, don't punish her."

Roche shook his head and suddenly felt that it was too cheap to kill the bastard who had committed such a sin. He was silent for a moment and turned away. Just when these women showed a look of loss and glory, he saw the figure turn back. Then he heard the dull sound of "gudong" and an oval ball-shaped object dropped to the ground, revealing a male figure with a terrifying expression.

It is also the cold faces that appear countless times in their nightmare.

The next thing is much simpler.

Thanks to the establishment of the Scourge Corps during this period, because Kel Thuzad has not yet been resurrected as a "Great Lich", the magic of transforming Lich by living people has not been widely circulated in natural disasters. Although the skeleton mage is called a mage, it is actually a long-range unit that can only release ice arrows. The black knight who survived the corrosion of death power is dull, but lacks enough commanding wisdom. This has led to the fact that a small number of lichs in the large army are in charge of the army, and the small strongholds scattered in various places can only allow the Curse Sect's followers to govern. Since it is a place where living people live for a long time, there will naturally be no shortage of supplies to maintain their survival.

As a normal or even evil human mage, Schiller Cohen commanded the power of natural disasters to wipe out this small logging farm, and did not treat himself badly. He first killed all the men here and resurrected them as hardworking labours of logging, and then enslaved some of the women who were still beautiful to enjoy. The warehouse also accumulated huge supplies that almost enough for him to use for several years. Before Rorschach arrived, he enjoyed this decadent and comfortable life almost every day.

When Rorschach was embarrassed and asked if he could get food, the women who had regained their freedom first looked at each other, and then seemed to think that this was the only way to repay their benefactor. He immediately became busy with joy. Even the young girl who didn't understand the world, Liz, ran around barefoot and helped to help.

With the quick movements of these former housewives, they first stewed vegetables and baked bread, and then sweets such as oatmeal porridge and black tea cakes were also released. Since the necromancer occupied it, a hot fragrance gradually spread out in the cold and gloomy hut, and the air was boiling in a long-lost voice.

After drinking the third bowl of oatmeal porridge comfortably, he felt that the air-cold feeling in his stomach was completely dispelled. Only then did Roxa feel as if he had come back to life. While breathing a sigh of relief, he looked at the terrible women who were still venting hatred towards a corpse that was no longer human, and his scalp was numb.

Following the prompts of the Book of Reincarnation, he opened the iron door in the basement with great enthusiasm. He originally thought that some magic secret treasures would be stored inside, and at the least it would be some gold coins and silver coins, but he did not expect that it would be a group of poor female natives who were abused and ruined.

"Is the infinite space actually a concentration camp for perverts? The so-called 'Thank you from the Frieden family' is actually a spring breeze with these women? I don't have much interest in these big Western nostrils..."

That being said, he didn't feel a pity. Not only did he feel that his good deeds to save these poor women, he felt that his journey was worthwhile, but the gains of killing the poor mage were actually rich enough to make him wake up in his dreams. In addition to the survival points rewarded by the mission, there is also a ability card called "Basic Meditation" drawn through killing. According to the introduction of the Book of Reincarnation, it includes the basic method of training spiritual power summarized by the Kentori Council for thousands of years. In addition, there is a staff engraved with "Floating Technique" and "Skeleton Resurrection" in the trophy. Even if Rorschach does not have any magical abilities, he can use the arcane energy reserved by the staff for three times/day limited use.

However... the most precious and practical one was a small purple-black bag hanging around his waist at this time.

This pocket object, the size of an ancient sachet, is full name "Death Pattern Cloak". Just like the props of the same name given by the Death Knight player in the original game, this mass-produced container of the Scourge Legion contains twelve grid subspaces, each grid has a standard capacity of two-thirds of a cubic cube. With this treasure and the harvest of the logging field, Rorschach believes that for a long time, he will not have to feel embarrassed about basic survival supplies.

"No wonder the Scourge Legion can become the most terrifying villain. Just the grassroots welfare of the Lich King boss, you can see the gap... Everyone has a space prop, which is simply the treatment that only the protagonist of the novel has..."

Rorschach, who was full of praise, did not know that even in the Scourge, the treasures that could be cherished at the same level as the space props loaded were strategically rated, and never flooded with one grassroots necromancer. As for the one he played with, it was actually just temporary military supplies for the necromancer to transport wood. On average, every other week, the mage had to go to the nearby undead base alone to complete the task on time.

It is worth mentioning that the previous level of the undead base he belongs to was the former small town of Heinim, the largest settlement in a radius of hundreds of miles. Now it has become a paradise for the demons of the dead.

(PS:

The next chapter officially enters the plot.

It feels better to rewrite a chapter than to rewrite a manuscript from half a year ago, many of the ideas have changed...

I remember that I planned to let the protagonist start his own business within the Scourge Legion, use the Necromancer to expand the lord's path in a group style, and launch the Deadly Scourge in various planes...

Ahem, naturally not now, because it's not interesting at all.

The skeleton racks are all over the sky and the ground are not as fun as a tall and well-behaved maid! (In various senses)
Chapter completed!