Chapter 85 The Necromancer from the Deep Prison
Mireir gestured to his two accomplices with his eyes, and they put their hands into their sleeves, fiddling with something quickly.
There are constant sounds of fighting outside.
It seems that Morpheus's combat machinery is blocked outside the stone wall of the manor, and the strength of Claulund Manor exceeds the previous test.
Mireir smiled and said to Herot: "Dear brother! Uncle Weston is an old antique. I didn't expect you to be too. What a decline the Clairund family has become, and they are still guarding it. Prohibitions set by our ancestors.
Is it necessary for the gravekeepers and the sewers to be so clearly distinguished? In the eyes of outsiders, we are all necromancers, evil beings who blaspheme the dead. Look at Uncle Weston's life, trapped here forever, rejected by Hogtown. Do you also want to spend your life alone here?
I invite you now to join us, just as my father once extended the invitation to Uncle Weston. We have many people here who really love necromancy. Gravekeepers, seamstresses, and the undead can sit together and talk freely, and explore the meaning of death and the secrets of life together. ”
A world that he had never been exposed to during his studies unfolded in front of Herot.
There really are gravekeepers and corpse stitchers who merged together, seemingly forming a mysterious... Organization. This organization once invited his father to join, but he refused.
At this time, one skeleton appeared behind Hailot.
One row after another...
In the end, those with the largest number of skeletons crowded onto the stairs behind Helot.
The undead on such a scale were easily summoned, and Miriel and her accomplices looked tense. None of them expected that Helot, at such a young age, could possess such powerful undead magic.
At the same time, it also made them more determined to obtain the secrets in Claulund Manor.
Helot showed his strength, but did not rush to attack. Some things were not clear yet.
"Sister Mirel..." Herot asked curiously: "Who are you?"
Mirel stretched out his hand to steady his eager accomplices. If he could convince the current patriarch of the Claude family, Taking the initiative to take action is definitely a great achievement.
“We are the ‘Deep Prison’! Dear brother, the gravekeepers originated from the Claude family. If you are willing to join us, you will definitely gain a very high status in the organization. And we guardians Tomb Man, we will respect you as our spiritual leader.”
Helot said with a smile: “It seems that those of you who joined the Deep Prison did not do well in it.”< br>
Mirel was a little anxious after her scar was revealed. She said: "That's because the ancestral precepts of the Claude family have made some stubborn tombkeepers like Uncle Weston reject us. It's also because The Gravekeeper's necromancy magic is not as easy to learn as the Corpse Stitcher's necromancy magic, and it can be effective in a short time.
Summoning an undead is much more difficult than assembling a corpse.
If you can join us, you can greatly improve the situation of the gravekeepers in the organization. Your identity can call on more tombkeepers to join in. There are magic books left by ancestors in Claulund Manor, which can greatly strengthen the strength of our tombkeepers. ”
The reason why the Deep Prison colluded with some people in Hog Town was found.
Morpheus and the others wanted the wealth in the Crowlund Manor, and the Deep Prison wanted Crowlund. The wisdom of the family.
If the Deep Prison was an organization composed solely of tombkeepers, Herot would not mind joining it to find some like-minded friends to conduct research on undead magic together. >
But there are corpse stitchers in the deep prison, and the corpse stitchers seem to be quite powerful.
The ancestral motto of the Claude family must have its reasons.
Moreover, there are no professional standards for corpse stitchers. Stealing corpses to study undead magic is still acceptable, but using living people to make corpse puppets goes too far beyond the bottom line.
Helot pressed his ears with his little finger and asked Milaire: "Are you finished?" Milaire replied: "It's finished... I'm waiting for your decision!"
Herot flicked away the earwax he took out and said: "Mirel...if you came here as Claude, I would be happy to open the family library to you, but you have violated the ancestral precepts. Gram The Laurend family has declined, and undead magic is indeed not accepted by the current world, but this is by no means a reason for Claurund to choose to fall.
Now I am the head of the Claurund family. , officially deprive you of the surname Claude.
This is my answer!”
Miler’s face turned blue instantly.
She said that the surname Claude had brought her a lot of trouble, but she knew that this surname had brought her many things that did not belong to her. Ordinary people may feel disgusted that Claude is involved with the undead, but in the eyes of the necromancer, "Claude" is a monument.
Descendants of the Undead Duke!
All necromancers will be treated with a certain amount of respect.
Now that my surname of Claude has been taken away from me...
"Brother Helot, I really have to kill you this time!"
Mireira stretched out her arms, and six black-armored warriors were summoned by her. The black mist clings to the black armor, and the sword is held in both hands, with the soul of the enemy wrapped around it. The deep part of the visor lit up with green soul fire, and made an uncoordinated sound.
Her two companions also made moves.
They shook their windbreakers, and some severed hands fell out. These severed hands held a green dagger, coated with poison. After the severed hand fell to the ground, it bounced up and floated in the air. You could see a wisp of black smoke, connecting the severed hand to the caster.
At the same time, some skeletons and undead zombies covered with rotten flesh were also summoned.
The gate of the castle was violently smashed by a giant object. The gate collapsed inward, and a three-meter-high abomination made of corpses was walked in.
The quality of the three necromancers who came this time was much higher than the two last time.
The undead from both sides formed a confrontation in the hall of the castle.
Helot waved his hand, and the 10 spirit guards turned around and ran away!
These spirit body guards are for bluffing. Their combat power cannot even beat the skeletons summoned by Helot with the blessing of control. In such a melee situation, they are just giving away food.
This armor is quite collectible, don’t break it.
Now that the most valuable thing in the hall has been transferred, let’s start the fight.
The castle shook violently, and the crooked door panel stood up to reseal the door. The surrounding stone bricks were flipped and combined, and the space was opened up. Soon the stone castle hall, which was originally a bit crowded due to the increase in summons, became spacious and the walls were covered with a light film.
Helot said: "When this castle was built, our ancestors put a lot of thought into it, and the invasion scene was naturally expected.
I never expected it. After hundreds of years, some magic circles can still be activated.
Surprise or surprise!
Please use it as much as you can... These walls are very strong. >
attack! ”
(End of this chapter)