"Tru, your team, go to the city wall to repair the third section of the city wall!"

Tru, who was in charge, agreed, then rushed up to the city wall with his sword and his team of soldiers. But they were greeted by a loud bang - a broken tree swayed and smashed towards the city head, and then broke into two pieces after a heavy blow on the wall. One of them flew towards the city, and the other part hit the city wall.

This time, the soldiers' dodge was very timely. Some of them had even faced several rounds of throwing attacks by the Frost Giant and had mastered the skills of dodging.

But this time the trees flying over were a little different. They broke into two pieces with a snap. The piece left on the city wall lay on the ground with a "bang" and then the bone-like arms poked out from the broken torso.

"Everyone is ready! They are sitting in the tree hole this time!"

A soldier screamed, but as soon as he finished speaking, a skeleton holding a sharp sword jumped out of the tree hole and slashed his arm with a sword.

He roared, and he was extremely brave enough to grab the skeleton's shoulder with the injured hand, and then chopped off his head with a backhand sword.

But not everyone had such a brave performance as he was. True, who had just climbed up the city wall, was almost stunned - the tree that hit the city almost flew past him.

But before he could recover, a skeleton jumped out of the tree hole and rushed towards him. He didn't even have time to draw out his sword, but only had time to lift the sword sheath upwards with the sword sheath. A huge force unreasonably hit the sword sheath in his hand, almost knocking him down the city wall.

His mind became empty for a moment, just like the empty pupils he was staring straight at. He had never seen such a bare skeleton head-

In fact, they were just a team of recruits, and they had never even experienced a war of rebellion. They were pulled to the cold northern border by the swordsman who claimed to have come from the capital to face the most dangerous undead.

But when I thought of the black-haired man with a seemingly noble surname, Trou Kong's mind suddenly remembered something again-

Yes, that was the loud scolding Evans at them with his sword:

"Those skeletons without their own consciousness are very weak, so weak that you can kill them as long as you calm down. The problem is that they are not afraid of death or pain. The biggest problem of you recruits and rookies is that you are afraid of death, and you will be panicked!"

Tru gritted his teeth hard, then pushed the skeleton that was almost overwhelmed by his hands, and then he was about to draw out his long sword. But the skeleton adjusted faster than him, and the sharp sword slashed towards his neck in an instant, and this time he was unable to resist.

He rushed into his heart in a panic, drowning all Captain Evans's words. He almost threw down the sword in his hand, covered his head and cried to his mother's name, but just as his reason was about to collapse, a dazzling silver light flashed past his eyes-

"when!"

Tru looked ahead in surprise. The skeleton sword that was falling on him and his master's arm were broken and flew out with a silver sword. Then the skeleton, which had a fierce attitude a second ago, was stepped on by someone.

Who saved him? Captain Evans? Or who is the Knight?

He raised his head in panic or flattered manner, but he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the hero who saved his life:

It was a young and handsome face that was indescribable, with a slightly messy but stylish gray-brown hair blown by the wind, and a spectacular long pointed ears. But what was even more amazing was his gaze, the calm lake surface, faintly swept by, as if all the life and death on the city wall had nothing to do with him.

He raised his hand and suddenly raised his sword. The shiny silver sword strung the head of the skeleton and was shaken back and forth by him.

"Look, how about this head?"

True swallowed the words of gratitude that he had just wanted to say in an instant. He watched the young man in front of him shaking his skull back and forth in front of a little girl he hadn't noticed, and the girl was still holding a lot of bones in her arms, and even her arms couldn't hold her.

"I want this!"

In the little girl's crisp voice, the young man placed the skull on the pile of bones, then glanced at him and said softly: "Be careful next time, hold your sword tightly."

"Ahhh, yes, sir!" He responded loudly, unable to help but wail in his heart: My Danya, what did I see? A knight who killed skeletons like killing chickens and a girl holding bones? What do they want to do? Go home and grind the bones into bone powder to farm?

But the young man who was muttering in his heart would not care about his mumbling thoughts.

Cyril turned his head and looked at the girl's red face beside him. The stack of bones were all "high-quality" bones that the girl quickly picked when she was chopping her way. Finally, the skull almost touched her cheeks, and she didn't feel scared-

"Enough?"

"Enough is enough." Caroline said repeatedly, she didn't even dare to nod, because she might have the skull slid down if she moved around.

Cyril nodded. The feeling of bullying low-level skeletons was so comfortable. Even if each skeleton could only provide a little experience, every three points of experience gained, he would have to be divided by some inexplicable things. The experience bar he cut through the way also increased by more than 30 points.

The sword edge of the Silver Blade Holy Blade in his hand is also sharper than before. Unfortunately, this improvement is not permanent, but timeliness and has a limit, and it will soon return to its original state.

But this is also natural. After all, this is just an excellent weapon. If it really can grow infinitely, isn’t it just a legendary equipment?

"Go back to the tower and put your... stuff on?"

"Yeah, yeah." Caroline responded obediently, trying hard to straighten the skull with her head, regardless of whether the skull had been washed or not.

Cyril couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Caroline, I wonder why you suddenly aren't afraid of them?"

"they?"

"These skeletons."

"Oh—" Caroline pulled out her voice, and her little feet kicked a piece of white bones off, "I don't know why, but I feel like they are very close to me. When I touch them, they will purr, just like a cat with her chin touched."

Cyril couldn't help but stop.

This is a very obvious manifestation of the mage's talent, just like those excellent fire element affinities will not be burned by ordinary fire, and it doesn't matter if the thunder element affinities are struck by lightning twice.

Did the shadow of the future, the unquestioned affinity of the necromancer, begin to show its talent at the age of fourteen?

"Mr. Adrien, go quickly."

The girl who had walked a long way to the road noticed that Cyril stopped and turned around and shouted.

Cyril forced a smile and followed quickly.

But for some reason, the back of his petite white short hair, which was still petite at this moment, was constantly overlapping with a tall figure with long hair and waist in his memory.

Is this a historical necessity?
Chapter completed!