The shouts of killing behind him were shocking. Judging from this movement, it was probably during the period of pocket encirclement and an important moment when this battle decided the outcome.

The young half-elf lord pressed the long sword at his waist. The gate of the stronghold in front of him had been blasted by him with his sword before, but now it is not empty.

A thick mist entrenched on it, occupying the original door's location, flowing like a waterfall, full of mystery, but also giving Cyril an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

He piled a pile of firewood on the side, took a sword and inserted it into the center, ignited it, and looked at the leaping flames, and felt a little more at ease.

There are many ways for necromancers to get into the human realm. The risks are also different - necromancers who focus on spiritual aspects do not have a strong body, and once they are discovered, they are likely to be beaten by humans and their souls will be scattered.

In the small town where Iris was first seen, Cyril met Shandru, the Lich, whom he met, infiltrated into the human village by seizing and controlling human bodies.

Cyril later thought carefully about what Sandru wanted. He probably wanted to tamper with the beliefs of the villagers in Tallin Town and absorb them all into the spiritual power of his body, so as to create a "lich" body in human territory.

But he happened to be knocked out by Cyril, and the old man's body was ridiculed for being poor in acting and needed further study. But later, I thought that if Cyril did not discover his plan, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This type of person is less risky for the necromancer. Even if the body is destroyed, the mind can escape back to the deity and be injured at most.

But the one in front of you is obviously different.

The body of the undead mage is so open and slaughtered in the central part of the northern border. His confidence is undoubtedly that the undead soldiers are facing the northern border, and humans do not have much energy to target him.

But more reasons may be because of its own needs.

Maybe it is like the old man's body controlled by Sandru, only one step away from being promoted to a lich, so he chose to enter the territory of humanity alone.

Cyril stepped into the fog gate, and the undead strongholds were silent, and the air was mixed with a strange stench under the fog of war. Most of the houses that could still be seen with human architectural style were left with only skeletons, which were extremely desolate.

He was slightly wary of the bone racks that might have stood up from around him and walked calmly towards the middle of the stronghold.

The fog of war did not interfere with him. Without exposing his magic, Cyril's own special physique also prevented him from being easily noticed by the undead.

He soon stopped in the center of the stronghold, which was originally the square in the middle of the village, but now it was a crude stone fort. The fog of war continued to flow out from it, listening with his ears, and he could hear some hoarse growls.

The sound of zombies.

Hearing this voice, Cyril was even more sure that the Necromancer was in the stone fort in front of him.

After all, no undead mage will be able to face the skeleton soldiers as their personal guards. The combat power of zombies is far greater than that of skeletons, which is something that players all know.

Even Cyril himself can be regarded as Caroline's personal guard.

He took a deep breath, and as he stepped towards the stone castle, he gradually escaped into the shadow.

The furnishings in the stone fort are very simple. Obviously, the time and resources for this stronghold were not enough to provide this necromancer with the purpose of "improving" his life, or that this is just a temporary stronghold and is not valued.

Walking up the spiral stairs, a simple wooden door could not block the dark blue-green light that appeared in the second floor room. Cyril recognized that this was the color of the soul fire, and the sounds of zombies were also behind this door.

His sneaking was not over. The listening technique quietly started, and he could hear four sounds moving back and forth in it - these were the sounds of the zombie guards of the undead mage. Between the four zombies, there was a manic sound of the pages turning back and forth, and at the same time, a sound of rumbling in language that Cyril could not understand.

He could only judge from this tone that the necromancer was in the middle of "anger" and "impulsiveness" - the necromancer without mind naturally did not have this emotion, but at this stage of growth, the mind of the undead was no longer different from that of humans. Of course, humans still could not judge whether what they had was "emotion", and could only be called by their own experience.

Then the gurgling sound suddenly became sharp and rapid. Then Cyril heard a "bang" sound, and the door in front of him was opened by bang, and a zombie's body rolled down the steps.

He almost thought he had been discovered and was about to get rid of his stealth state. Although the head-on fight of the necromancer is not his opponent, he would not have the advantage even if he compares the number of people. However, when he saw that it was the necromancer who used the zombies to vent, Cyril took the opportunity to get into the door.

The simple room can be described as "the house is barely walled", and soul flames are lit in the skulls hanging around it as lighting objects. The three-headed zombies seem to have no idea that their companions have become the target of their master's anger and are still walking back and forth with their loyal duties.

Cyril turned his gaze to the center of the room, and the undead mage was covered in a cloak, and in front of him was a shelf erected by white bones. At this moment, it was flirting with a broken book like crazy, and even the pages began to fly, and the soul flames floated out of its eyes and twisted in the air.

But what attracts more attention is not the book and itself, but a small sign floating in front of it, wrapped in the flames of the soul.

The moment Cyril saw the stone tablet, his breathing almost stopped - it was a stone tablet, probably as big as the palm of his hand, with a pure white shell. When he got closer, he could see the scene inside the stone tablet, as if something was twisting in it -

That is not the "damaged soul core", what is it?!

This looks exactly the same as the damaged soul core from Ge Jiashitafu in his hand, and it is also the key prop he needs to open the second panel!

Although the despicable inferior system did not tell him how many soul cores needed to turn on the second panel, maybe two pieces were needed for luck?

Sorry, the unknown undead mage, although you were originally destined to die, you have one more crime at this moment - privately hiding the important promotional object of the great Count La Rochelle, and it should be killed!

Cyril immediately ended his stealth, knocking the hilt of the undead mage's skull with a sword, causing him to fall into a brief dizziness. The soul flame twisted above his head instantly broke its connection with it, and the soul core also fell.

Cyril immediately reached out and pinched it, and threw it into his space bracelet first, so as not to know if these dead necromancers made any waves with this stone card. The zombies around him roared and rushed towards Cyril as soon as they saw Cyril appear.

But Cyril pointed his sword in front of them. As the wind whistled, the wind knight had already condensed out. The moment the sword that was slashing out quickly passed, it cut off the heads of the two zombies, and even cut a gap into the not-so-thick wall.

At this time, the undead mage who was knocked unconscious by Cyril finally woke up. Looking at the soul core that disappeared in front of him and the broken wall, a harsh scream came from under the cloak, and then the white skeleton that supported the book's book flew into its palm, and a strange air flowed towards Cyril behind him.

So this is its staff?

Cyril was not very concerned about its attacks. He even approached and looked at what was written in the book on the white skeleton, but when he saw that it was full of complicated undead words, he immediately lost interest.

He faced the sword blade toward the ball of undead energy, and the sharp sword blade cut it into two pieces in the air. Then Cyril no longer gave it a chance to make a move. He pulled off its cloak with one hand, slashed the sword blade downwards, and slashed across the edge cleanly, cutting half of its head off.

In the empty head, the soul flame of the undead mage was still twisting wildly, but Cyril's empty left hand was already on standby, the green wind condensed in the palm of his palm, and the magic power in the elemental pool was exerted, and then he slapped on the half of the skull of the newborn flesh.

The surging wind surrounded the soul flames, and the roar of the undead mage could still be heard in the flames, but it was completely wiped out by the wind.

The body of the necromancer fell softly to the ground, and in just a few seconds, it was already an empty shell.

Its level is much worse than Cyril thought. Although the strength of the soul flame looks good, it is not enough to reach the threshold of the lich, which makes Cyril feel that it is not enough to enjoy it.

It is also a worry that his strength has improved too quickly. If he has not broken through the profession level, he may have to work hard to deal with the various changes of the Necromancer.

Unfortunately, he is no longer the half-elf knight who has just left the northern border, with only a handsome appearance but lacks strength.

The Wind Knight has solved the last zombie in the room, and the zombie who has worked hard and just climbed the stairs, turned into a breeze to hide. Cyril picked up the white skeletons and the fallen books that had not fallen to the ground, and found that the shape of this "staff" was quite unique.

Although it is a "white skeleton frame", it only has a raised part of the joints, but no connection - or the material is not a white bone at all. If it weren't for the necromancer, Cyril would probably only consider it to be a white jade staff.

The shape of the top is even more peculiar. A piece of bent is split from the main rod, and then parallel to the main rod. If you don't think about it in a direction that a child is not suitable for, this is clearly a... harpoon?

Or, it seems that the fork rabbit seems to be pretty good too?

Yes, Caroline is cheap.

Cyril also stuffed it into the space bracelet and turned the big book a few pages. Although it was full of undead texts, there were actually simple pictures.

The roughly what I drew was that the skull stood in front of a stone card like the core of the soul, and then opened its arms, then a line connected the skull from the stone card, and then the skull became tall and strong...

Cyril probably understood that this passage is about how the undead mage extracts energy from the stone tablets and promotes it to a lich?

It is no wonder that this undead mage sneaked into the northern border. After all, this is an absolutely good thing for the undead mage. Once exposed, it will inevitably be attacked by groups - there is no etiquette, law, and morality in the undead.

It’s a pity that it seems that it is not talented enough, and it doesn’t understand the book even though it is turned on. In the end, it is not even able to be promoted to a lich, and the stone card falls into Cyril’s hands.

Cyril was not in a hurry to check the stone tablet. His subordinates were still fighting bloody battles, and it was not time to check the spoils.

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The battle situation on the plains continues.

Atley, the instructor of the Huiyi Infantry Regiment in the distance, looked at the chaotic battlefield at this moment and shook his head repeatedly.

The pocket formation has completely failed at this moment. If it were him, he would choose to let the soldiers on both wings retreat first, slowly extend the front line, slow down the line, and start the frontal battle again.

Of course, there will definitely be considerable losses when retreating like this, but in the end it will be able to protect most people.

The commander of this team has not taken action yet - the earlier this decision is, the more beneficial it is, and the later it makes changes, the deeper it will be...

But he didn't seem to realize it at all.

What a pity, such an elite army—

He couldn't help but think of the game on chess. If the retired guy from the same period came to play this battle, the situation would have changed long ago...

With his hands on his back, Atsk swept across the battlefield ahead with his eyes as if he was bald. Whether it was what he could see clearly or what he could not see with his eyesight, he formed a picture in his mind.

The bottom line supported by the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers was much stronger than he thought. Even when facing the charge of the undead, they still stabilized the defense line. In contrast, the great sword warriors who entered the two wings were in a worse situation. They were surrounded by undeads that exceeded the expected number and were still fighting hard at this moment.

There were only a few dozen half-lizard warriors who came with the army, and they had already added two wings at this moment, but to no avail...

"Mr. Angels, if this continues..." Mia asked worriedly by sprinkling the healing water ball on a soldier who was scratched by a skeleton.

There were basically no priests and water mages in the lineup of the Siliki army, and the burden of treating the wounded fell on Miss Mia. She could clearly feel the increase in the number of wounded people who were removed, most of whom were great sword warriors breaking out from both wings...

But she immediately saw Atsk, who had been standing still, raised his hand and said loudly:

"Telection - the halberd soldiers counterattacked from the bottom line to the formation, and the shield soldiers advanced forward. Archers from the rear concentrated on shooting the undead piled up areas in the distance."

"What about our pocket array?" Alina said in surprise. "If the bottom of the pocket is broken, will our situation be worse?"

But Atsk did not answer her question, but his voice was more firm and he repeated it more clearly:

"Telection - the halberd soldiers counterattacked from the bottom line to the formation, and the shield soldiers advanced forward. Archers from the rear concentrated on shooting the undead piled up areas in the distance."
Chapter completed!