Necromancer

Rogge instinctively wanted to chant spells to release spells, but the speed of speaking was incomparable to the speed of the fireball.

only had time to say one syllable before the secondary fireball hit him.

boom! !

Half of the stitch monster's arm was blown off, and the splashing flames fell on Rogge, igniting the black robe.

The stitch monster was not far in front of Rogge when he instinctively blocked the spell with his arm when he saw the fireball flying out.

   "Okay, it hurts." All the mouths on Stitcher screamed in unison. "Don't be afraid; protect, protect; I will protect you."

The stitch monster turned around and said it again to Roger; all of the mouths made overlapping sounds.

Rogge paused the spell in his mouth, ready to deliver a ruthless blow to the man who had secretly attacked him!

Lin En didn't expect the Stitch Monster to take the initiative to resist the spell for the wizard. Not everyone said that the Stitch Monster has a low IQ, but they are still so loyal.

Rogge chanted the spell for a while, and the next moment, a black light was released in front of him, and then the black light spread outward, turning into a black semicircular shield to firmly protect him in the center.

This black shield absorbs all the light, making it impossible to see the specific situation inside.

Lin En only knew that his illusion had been shattered.

What kind of spell is this? Is it a defensive spell?

"Are you sent by those nobles to kill me?" Rogge's hoarse voice came from the black dome. "What? Buy plague powder from me when you need it. "Now that the plague is out of control, you want to kill me?"

Rogge let out a creepy giggle.

Lin En didn't expect that he would hear a shocking secret—a shocking secret for the Kingdom of Eldoru. The great plague that swept across the North was actually caused by this person in front of him.

Lin En didn't answer. Although he came to kill him, it wasn't for the plague. There was no psychological pressure, and the spread of the plague was solely for Lin En's death.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Rogge thought he had seen through everything.

"I've already guessed that today will come for me." A hoarse voice came from the black dome.

Lin En frowned, and he continued to concentrate on chanting the spell in a low voice.

A fireball gradually condensed and formed in front of him, a hot and scorching spherical flame burning blazingly.

"You don't follow the rules!" Rogge's exasperated voice came from inside the dome.

Then Rogge stopped talking, as if he were worried that Lynn would recognize his specific location through his voice.

A strange color flashed in Lin En's eyes. He couldn't see the inside, even from the outside. He thought he couldn't see the outside even if he wanted to go inside, but now it seems that he guessed wrong.

You can actually observe the outside from inside, so the effect of this spell can be roughly guessed.

The other party should be just an apprentice wizard, and most of the spells he masters are zero-ring spells.

Zero-ring spells are generally single-effect spells, and complex spells are often not at the level of zero-ring spells because of their difficulty.

Then the effect of this spell should be to create a black barrier that unilaterally hides one's whereabouts.

It is a very practical spell, and when Lin En was thinking about it, he had already pronounced the last syllable.

This time there was no concern about a sneak attack. Lynn unscrupulously released his mental power, but he then found that after his mental power entered the black circle, he perceived two clear targets, one big and one small.

Aiming at a small target, the secondary fireball technique flew by this time like a bunch of orange meteors smashing past!

Narog hid behind the stitch monster, and the stitch monster resisted the blow for him again.

At the same time, the spell in Rogge's mouth was also recited.

Lin En saw a gray ray flying towards him from the black dome, but a few feet away from his body, it was blocked by a transparent barrier and disappeared without a trace.

Lin En continued to read the fireball, not afraid of the old magic routine as long as it was useful.

He didn't believe that the stitch monster could withstand several fireballs from him.

This is a spell—a minor fireball spell, not a lighter.

Stitch monsters are just a bunch of bloated monsters stitched from human or animal corpses.

rancid corpse oil and spoiled fat, each of which is the best combustible product.

Lynn had already picked up on the strange, scorched odor of fat burning.

Another fireball flew out.

Hit Stitches a third time.

"Ah, it hurts. It hurts so much." The stitching monster screamed.

A gray ray flew towards Lynn in the black dome but was completely blocked by the transparent barrier again.

The two of them are like two chickens with high attack and low defense, pecking at each other. If you lose a spell, I also lose a spell. However, one of the rookies was wearing equipment that did not belong to his level.

Seeing that his spells were invalid and that the stitch monster was still being beaten and was about to perish, Rogge's distraught voice came.

   "Damn it, stop it! "Stop it, I'll give you whatever you want."

Lin En seemed disobedient and continued to chant the spell.

A new fireball spawns in front of your eyes.

A figure ran out of the black dome.

   is Roger.

Behind Rogge, his whole body was burning with raging flames, and a huge hole was blown out of his stomach. There were small burning holes all over his body, and the fat that was still burning with flames flowed down from Stitch Monster's body, dripping on the ground.

The Stitch monster grabbed Rogge's shoulder with its last remaining hand and cried, "Protect, protect you."

The flames in the eye sockets of the skeleton running in front flickered, indicating that it was not in a calm mood at the moment, and its violent voice roared at the stitching monster behind it. "Who the **** wants you to protect? You're just a stitch monster puppet I made; you're not him at all; you're just a meat shield for me!"

The Stitched Monster came to a halt, his blood-stained face puzzled, and his voice suddenly softened, "Protect. Protect mom just wants to protect you."

   "You are not her! "My mother died a long time ago, and you are just a substitute I made out of her corpse!" Rogge roared weakly.

He thought he could feel at ease and use it as a substitute to comfort his pain over losing a loved one.

It can charge and fight for itself in battle without any psychological burden and even act as a human shield.

But under the clumsy and stubborn calls from that similar face, he found that he really couldn't do it.

Didn't it mean that after transforming into a necromancer, he would have a cold and ruthless heart and would never be affected by external objects?

"The replacement also wants to protect you." The stitch monster standing behind him rubbed his little hands in a daze and whispered after a while.

Rogge turned his head to look at Lynn. "My life is in your hands, but I have one request: you let it live." "It is very weak and has no potential, so it will not pose any threat to you."

Paused, Rogge continued: "As a price, I can give you all the inheritance I have obtained." Only I can give you that inheritance. "If I die, you can only harvest two experimental materials at most."

Rogge stared straight at Lynn, the flames in his eye sockets burning fiercely.

"Yes, but I have one condition: I must first see the inheritance," Lin En thought for a moment.

Rogge nodded silently, then raised his right hand and stretched it towards his eye frame.

Then grab the fire of your own soul and yank it out.

Suddenly, Rogge's breath was so weak that there was only the last trace left.

The flames in the eye sockets also became the size of pinpoints and were almost extinguished.

Rogge's bone frame shook, making a friction sound.

Immediately afterwards, under Rogge's control, the soul fire in its palm gradually turned into a gray bead.

"Here, I hope you can keep your promise." Rogge threw the bead to Lynn.

The next moment, Rogge's bones fell apart.

The Stitch Monster looked at the broken bones scattered on the ground and looked around in a daze. It sat down on the ground, rubbing the broken bones desperately into its belly, trying to integrate them with itself again.

It failed; her stomach was empty; there was only a huge hole; and the bones that were rubbed in and some that fell out from the other side

"It hurts, it hurts so much." The simple woman's face, with several stitches on the stitching monster's shoulder, opened its mouth and made a hollow sound.

Lin En looked at the stitch monster; he had already prepared his spell, and he was waiting for the stitch monster to show hostility towards him.

The Stitch Monster finally picked up Rogge's skull and put his face against his face, just like the first time he met his face twenty-eight years ago: "Mom is useless; Mom will accompany you."

Like a machine that has been powered off, the necromantic energy in the stitcher's body quickly dissipated.