Something's wrong with my undead

Stepping into the courtyard with one foot, the sky immediately turned gloomy.

Todd was shaken by the cold wind, but soon there was a big warm hand on his back.

"Regiment, leader?"

"It's okay, recruit. It's your first time contacting necromancy, right? Haha, you'll get used to it."

Jason, the group leader with a scar on his face, patted him on the shoulder.

"They're all just scaremongering stuff. There's nothing to be afraid of."

The opponent's armor shone with a faint golden light, conveying a holy and warm feeling.

It was one of the deposits paid in advance by the client. It was a set of armor enchanted with the power of primary holy light protection and barrier, with a unit price of 40 gold coins.

In addition, there are ten weapons of various types enchanted with the power of light judgment. The centralized purchase from the Lion King Trading House costs more than 80 gold coins, which is also a large expense for their mercenary group.

After appeasing the new recruits, Jason made a gesture to the people behind him.

"Purification arrows, holy light phlogiston bottle, ready - release!"

In an instant, ten golden enchantment arrows were aimed at different areas of the wall and shot out, and the arc light illuminated the night sky.

Bottles with swaying golden flames were also deliberately thrown towards the windows and patio areas.

The sound of beatings and collisions was endless.

Dry vines and ivy were instantly ignited.

Bursts of green light suddenly appeared on the mottled walls, trying to extinguish the flames like a waterfall.

The two forces pulled back and forth, devouring each other, and the battle was fierce.

Jason waved:

"Go on—let it go!"

This time it was ordinary fire arrows and Molotov cocktails. Their family could not afford to make them like that.

The orange flames merged with the pale gold, raging on the wall together, and the screams of the wandering souls could be heard faintly as they were being burned.

After using up three-quarters of its reserves, the magic shell on the castle finally dissipated.

The blazing fire light illuminated the joy on everyone's faces.

"There is nothing to fear from necromancy!"

"What a haunted manor, nothing more than that!"

"Keep setting fire and burn them to death!"

Jason was in pain and satisfied at the same time.

This time the client was generous, and the deposit alone was worth more than one hundred gold coins.

Therefore, their Roaring Mercenary Group was not stingy and spent huge sums of money to purchase these consumables.

As a necromancer family that has been entrenched here for many years, Kitiler's manor itself is a small fortress, which is worthy of such an expense.

On the other hand, Dylan Gitile doesn't need to care.

Although he is a necromancer close to the fourth level, he lost a blood puppet, and the entire evil farm was purified by this generous holy light. Now he is just a pheasant with no feathers, and there is nothing to be afraid of!

As for that Heine...

It is said that this person was expelled from the bone burial ground half a month ago. Although he got a few weird skeletons from nowhere, what is the use of them?

Skeleton rogues who can sneak, skeleton warriors who are not afraid of the holy light...

They're all just skeletons.

It is not worth mentioning in front of their mercenary group with rich combat experience and tacit cooperation.

Recruit Todd was also in high spirits, but at this moment, he saw a slightly bloated figure appearing on the balcony of the third floor.

He sneaked away from the flames and quickly threw three or five jars this way.

Todd immediately set up his bow and shot an arrow, but someone in the team was faster than him!

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows pierced the night sky, and jars exploded above everyone's heads.

Seeing that the dust was about to fall into the crowd, someone immediately opened a bulging bag, and a gust of wind came out of it, blowing the dust above his head back and into the sea of ​​​​fire.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter, but it soon stopped.

As unknown dust was drawn into the fire, the flames quickly extinguished.

Everyone seemed to have been slapped. Seeing that their momentum was blocked, Jason made a quick decision:

"The castle's enchantment has been broken, prepare to fight!"

Dazzling holy light aura emerged from his body, he quickly stepped forward and kicked open the castle door.

In an instant, countless dark bats with red eyes flew out.

He stood his sword upright in front of him, like a rock in the torrent that remained motionless. On the contrary, the bats were shattered into pieces by the holy light.

Although he could sense the Holy Light, he did not go to the Church of the Holy Light to be baptized.

This is not just a matter of being submerged in the establishment, he is also unable to transform his beliefs into the eternal light.

A true paladin will not lack the protection of the Holy Light before his will to fight dies, but he must store the Holy Light like a mage stores mana, using every point less.

But this is enough.

As Jason broke open the door like a sharp blade, Molotov cocktails and fire arrows were shot in for free.

The hall on the first floor instantly turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, and more than 20 people poured in menacingly.

At this time, armor possessed by wandering spirits, puppets, and horrifyingly shaped skeletons and corpses poured out from all directions.

However, in front of the rolling heat waves and the vigorous mercenaries, they fell one after another like wheat.

"Each small team should stay relatively concentrated and dispersed, and don't stay away from the main force!"

"Proceed from floor to floor, detecting traps and evil before ascending the stairs!"

"Keep detecting stealth and beware of the opponent's rogue skeletons!"

Jason shouted in command.

The team cleaned up Dylan's inventory in an orderly manner and rushed to the second floor in one go.

Facing the deep and long corridor, Jason raised his hand and motioned to spread out along both sides.

He made a gesture, and a dark-skinned, short Konu man came to the corridor surrounded by two guards.

He placed his two hands on the wooden floor, and the stone string hanging around his neck began to tremble and emit an earthy yellow light.

A ball of light with a strong earthy smell gradually gathered, and as he recited a difficult-to-speak incantation, it suddenly surged forward!

boom--

The earthy air wave swept across the entire corridor like a furious wave!

Traps, mechanisms, restrictions, hidden wandering souls...

Not even a scrap was left behind under the wash of the air waves.

The originally smooth corridors were ravaged into rugged caves.

The Konu man fell down in despair, but the momentum of his teammates became even higher!

Jason waved his hand:

"Search every room thoroughly, move forward!"

"it is good!"

"Long live the leader!"

The mercenaries cheered loudly and rushed forward with howls.

The remaining earthy smell and the noisy shouts of death diluted their fear, and they became more and more into the state.

This will make them more alert, more flexible, and more excited.

But it’s also harder to restrain.

Now that they were scattered in different rooms, and Jason himself was on guard in the corridor, the situation changed slightly.

"Gold! The candlestick is plated with gold!"

"There are actually lighting stones on the wall!? This is too extravagant!"

"There is actually dried hemolytic grass on the shelf..."