Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

In the early morning, the sleeping Fengyuan City slowly woke up with the echo of the church bells.

Wayne crouched on the abandoned city wall tower, and observed the position of the eagle room through the alchemical sight every once in a while, constantly adjusting his aiming posture to maintain his shooting feel.

Soon he saw that the iron windows of the tower window of the eagle room were opened one after another by the falconer, and several large birds of prey flapped their wings and rushed into the sky, circling around the eagle room.

"It's almost done, let's do it!"

The astrologer lady, who had been leaning quietly in the corner of the tower, took out a crystal ball from her arms, opened and closed her mouth slightly, silently chanting a spell, and then snapped her fingers with a "snap".

About five minutes later, Wayne immediately found that the window of the eagle room was slammed shut. Through the window ridge, he could vaguely see someone inside running up and down. Soon the door on the bottom floor was opened, and someone hurriedly got on the horse and rushed to the Duke's Mansion.

The plan went very smoothly. Less than an hour later, Duke Ralph's special luxury carriage arrived at the falconry.

The tall middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes who hurried out of the carriage was undoubtedly Duke Ralph himself.

The Duke seemed to love falcons as much as his life. Wayne could even clearly see through the alchemical sight that his half-exposed side face was gloomy and angry, like a volcano about to erupt.

The officials guarding the door of the falconry knelt on one knee. The Duke was furious and still grabbed a pale falconer, turned the hilt of the sword on his waist and hit him hard on the head, then pulled the eagle whistle from his neck and blew it by himself.

The frost-winged eagles that were originally circling near the eagle house immediately heard the call of their owner and responded with sharp and piercing cries. The two largest frost-winged eagles folded their wings in parallel and dived towards the Duke on the ground... They were the two tamed by the Duke himself.

Wayne immediately said in a deep voice: "Ms. Astrologer! Please cast a spell immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw from the lens of the sight that the two frost-winged eagles that were originally flying quickly towards the Duke suddenly trembled violently during the dive, and then one of them uncontrollably twisted and crashed into the outer wall of the tower of the eagle house, and its brain burst directly, leaving a dark red blood mark on the outer wall bricks.

The other one also screamed, dived and struggled to dive into the hard ground, and fell into a pool of mud with broken tendons and bones less than ten meters away from Duke Ralph.

This obviously frightened Duke Ralph, who quickly put away his hawk whistle and rushed into the eagle room, and then soon appeared on the platform at the top of the tower - he obviously didn't dare to use commands to summon the Frost Wing Eagle still hovering in the sky. He now planned to let the falconer carry fresh meat to the top floor and slowly lure the released eagle back.

At this moment, only Duke Ralph himself and three falconers who were responsible for carrying food for the Frost Wing Eagle were left on the top floor of the eagle room tower, and the guards who originally surrounded the Duke were all left outside the eagle room.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The bullets that Mr. Illusion Eye had infused and charged had been pressed into the magazine, and Ms. Astrologer was compressing magic for the second bullet.

"Backlight, wind direction...westward, weak... target distance, about 900 meters."

Wayne whispered to himself, his finger firmly on the metal trigger of "Barrett".

There were two straight intersecting thin lines engraved on the mirror of the alchemical sight. Wayne clearly understood that the center where the thin lines intersected was the point where the bullet would hit. In the case of no wind or weak wind, he had a 90% chance of hitting the head of the stationary target directly at a distance of less than one thousand meters.

But Duke Ralph was not a human-shaped target standing still. He paced back and forth on the top platform of the Eagle House Tower, sometimes shouting loudly to the sky, and sometimes waving his hands to command the falconer to pick up the bloody meat and shake it constantly to attract the frost-winged eagles hovering around to come closer.

Wayne was not impatient. His body lying on the ground seemed to be frozen and motionless. His hands were firmly placed on the gun body, his fingers were holding the trigger, and he was quietly waiting for the best time.

Finally, Duke Ralph stopped for a short moment. It seemed that because the food temptation was not effective, he angrily put his hands on his waist and began to scold his falconer.

"Good opportunity! I finally got it!"

Wayne pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the runes engraved on the heavy gun body instantly lit up. After a low humming sound, a slight magical wave dissipated.

Wayne's eyes did not leave the sight. He did not see the exact location of the bullet, nor did he expect the blood splashing from the broken head. The target just trembled all over, as if he was shocked by something and fell directly beside the metal frame where the Frost Wing Falcon was parked.

The falconers beside him were also stunned, and rushed over to try to help the fallen Duke up.

The Eye of Illusion approached anxiously and asked: "Did you hit it? Did you hit it?"

"How could this happen?" Wayne was puzzled, but he was not panicked at all. He raised his hand without looking back, took the second magic bullet handed by the astrologer lady, and quickly pressed it into the magazine.

Buzz~

Another magic bullet was fired instantly. This time the shooting angle was not as perfect as before. Wayne could only hope that the moment Duke Ralph, who was surrounded by three falconers, struggled to stand up, he would be able to hit the gap.

Unfortunately, it was not as expected...

There is no mistake in the content of the book in the 6th and 9th chapters!

A thick blood mist suddenly rose from the top platform of the eagle room. An unlucky eagle trainer happened to be loaded with the bullet shot by Wayne in the chaos. His head and upper body exploded with a bang. Blood mixed with fine brain pulp and flesh slag sprayed all over Duke Ralph's head and face. The energy impact brought by the compressed magic bullet once again knocked the Duke down. If it weren't for the iron railings on the platform, the Duke would probably have been shaken and fell directly from the tower on the spot.

"Something's wrong!" Wayne knew that he had completely failed this time. He resigned himself to letting go of the gun and half-crouched up. The Eye of Illusion immediately grabbed the alchemical sight and looked towards the eagle room.

"The Duke has a high-level defensive magic weapon!" The Eye of Illusion determined decisively, but then shook his head in doubt, "But Duke Ralph himself is not a spellcaster, how did he activate the defensive characteristics of the magic weapon?"

The Astrologer, who had been holding the crystal ball with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly reminded: "Not good, they found that the Duke was attacked, and there are high-level spellcasters hiding among the guards downstairs, using high-level detection spells to lock the surrounding magic fluctuations!"

Wayne was a little unwilling to dismantle the "Barrett" while gritting his teeth and said: "Can we find a way to continue hiding in the city? Maybe we can find a suitable opportunity to escape..."

The Eye of Illusion shook his head and refused without hesitation. He and the Astrologer pulled Wayne's arms on the left and right without saying anything, sandwiched him in the middle, and used the flying spell to rush out of the city.

"Duke Ralph's guards not only have a high-level spellcaster hidden, but there should be more than one high-level blood warrior!"