Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Etegaya sat by the campfire and shared a roasted rabbit with an undead—but neither of them ate it. Etegaya didn't dare to eat the food roasted by the dead, or was hostile to the dead. Who knows that there is no sense of taste? Will the food made by the dead be directly fatal, and the dead themselves cannot eat.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky—Etgaya raised his head vigilantly, and he immediately recognized that it was not a product of nature. Although nature also has the phenomenon of thunderbolts from the blue sky, the fluctuations of magical lightning are still very easy to recognize. He smiled. , tore off a piece of meat, pretended to eat it, and said, "Are you going to attack the Silver Heart Fortress?"

Although Asius doesn't eat meat, his method of tearing meat is like a cooking textbook, and it seems that tearing meat is a sacred and inviolable job for him.

"Yes." Ash replied calmly.

But the undead didn't seem to lose his caution because of death, or maybe it was because he had always been taciturn and depressed, he only answered two words and stopped talking.

Etjaye smiled again, but he felt that his cold hands and feet were getting worse and worse. Paladins and dark knights are not magic professions. There are indeed people in this world who love both magic and martial arts. They think that I can do both magic and martial arts. It's amazing, but they divide their minds into two, which means that they can't be the top in the two fields. After all, human energy is not endless, so Et Gaya doesn't think that a paladin will be allowed to work part-time. Practice some spells. Besides, it is impossible for a priest of light to also practice undead spells.

Then it is obvious that this man, who was probably a paladin before his death, was transformed into a lich by another necromancer after his death.Except for the self-transformed necromancer, other undead, no matter how strong their grievances, will not be able to wake up on their own if there is no chance. It no longer belongs to me.

— because now he must have a master on his head, the one who awakened him, made him undead, and turned him into a weapon.

Etjaya continued to talk like small talk, he felt that now he didn't care about the Galactic Fortress at all, he began to care about another more serious issue: "You should know a man named Yalan, right?"

The undead raised his head, his eyes flickered for a moment, like the shadow of the beating soul fire, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

The undead's prudence is more frightening than their rhetoric.

If Yalan knew that this knight named Asius was now under the control of a necromancer who probably had evil intentions... how would he feel?When he was alone and needed to disguise, he used the name of Asius as a pseudonym almost without hesitation. No one would use the name of a cat or a dog to disguise himself. He used this name to show that he had a very close relationship with the real owner of this name. Deep bond.

He will be sad.Etjaye thought, if Asius really commanded the Annihilation Cultists to attack the Galactic Fortress, Yalan would be sad.

"So what now?" Et Gaya said, trying to show a look of anticipation, "What should we do now? Did you recruit me just to treat me to a roast rabbit?"

Asius paused for a moment and said, "Oh, it's already started over there, so it's good to go and have a look together."

Silver Heart Fortress, in the past few hundred years, she has developed into the most prosperous city in the southern part of the Oslant Empire. Merchants of all races chat in the same tavern, but the booming economy and trade and outstanding military status have given her Before putting on the cloak of prosperity, she was also pure, white stones were built of high towers and walls, and the veins of spells outlined her original image-the kingdom of the arcane, the paradise of spellcasters, the arcane orb shining in the southern valley in the dark years .

——That era has passed, and the Silver Heart Fortress no longer belongs to spellcasters only. The title "King of the Secret Magic" has become an advertisement for tour guides when attracting tourists.

However, all the mysterious kings in history suddenly reappeared in the world, and the four mage towers operating at full capacity became the fulcrum of this fortress. They have not shone with such dazzling brilliance for thousands of years. The spell vein is recharged with energy and is fighting her "enemy".

"Why is the magic defense system of the Silver Heart Fortress fully activated, and they still beat their own people?" Mevis grabbed his brother, the city lord, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

The four mage towers correspond to the four basic elements. For a time, thunder and lightning like golden snakes were flying all over the sky, flames and strong winds went hand in hand, and the dark blue water elements condensed into ice cones in the air, which were faster than a sharp arrow, piercing through a person's chest like piercing a piece of paper.

Connor was protected by his guards, and he yelled louder than Mevis: "How would I know! What's wrong, there must be spies in the Silver Heart Fortress!"

The city lord, who was full of power, status and reputation, finally said one thing right.

Kevin said: "The magic vein and defense system of the Silver Heart Fortress is a relic of the last God Era. It has not been used for a long time. Only one of the most basic magic tower defense systems can barely work, because if the tourists who come here can click Spells will ceremonially recharge the tower, but that little energy is already very reluctant to activate the defense system. This kind of expensive attack spell has long been abandoned. Ever since the Oslant Empire developed the Silver Heart Fortress into a After being an important trade and military town, the main defense here is to rely on the soldiers of the Imperial Legion, and the military mages of the Empire are all of medium level, and they are unable to maintain the attack system left by the legendary great mages of the ancestors!"

"That's right!" Connor nodded hastily, "That's it! The ancient magic system of the fort needs too much daily mana supply. The empire once wanted to continue using it, but it couldn't meet the mana demand for recharging, so it stopped using it. Now I don't know what's going on, we don't have that many mages in our fortress to support this magic system!"

Next to Connor was a military mage. This type of mage was also called a battle mage. There were thousands of such mages in Oslant's magic army. Without them, their minds are all on military theory, how to cooperate with the marching formation, how to quickly defeat the enemy and so on. The level of spellcasting and magic theory can only be regarded as ordinary.

The mage also replied very self-aware: "Yes, logically speaking, it is impossible for the Silver Heart Fortress to support the operation of this magic attack system."

"But it is indeed running, and it is almost overloaded." Mevis snorted, turned and ordered the Holy White Knight, "Team! Organize a defensive counterattack, and send two scouts to find out why those towers are crazy!"

The guards gathered in large numbers to protect Connor with crowd tactics, but other people around him were not so comfortable and had bodyguards.

Fortunately, the disgraced people in the camp came back to their senses, and the holy white knight began to dodge the magic attack in an orderly manner, and helped the scattered people form a defensive formation.

The whole fortress was in a mess, and no one could figure out the situation.

"Don't be chaotic!" Mevis stood a little higher, and the thunder and lightning were crackling beside him, but he was unmoved at all, and shouted loudly, "Pay attention, these magics are scattered, but the intervals are not so dense, pay attention Dodge, we need to wait for the attack to weaken, and then rush to the mage tower to see what's going on!"

Hearing his prompt, some enthusiastic mercenaries outside the city began to spontaneously help civilians who had little combat effectiveness.

"Are you sure the tower's attack can be weakened?" Kevin snorted coldly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Their energy will definitely be exhausted. The Galaxy Fortress doesn't have that much magic supply."

"Don't jump to conclusions." Kevin said, a black shadow suddenly appeared beside him, Mavis's sword subconsciously raised, Kevin pressed his wrist, "Don't mess around, it's mine people!"

It's a death banshee.Meivis slowly put away the sword, feeling that the banshee was very familiar for no reason, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this undead before—Kevin had never summoned an undead in front of him, so Meivis felt Pretty incredible.

"Adeline, what's going on?" Kevin asked.

The banshee replied: "The four mage towers, because they are high enough, have long been used by the imperial legion as outposts. I don’t know who placed the magical siphon circle, and now the circle is fully activated, and the four towers are almost overloaded!”

Kevin's face changed: "Magic siphon?"

"I can't get too close. It's an improved spell. It doesn't just absorb the magic power. Draining the magic power will immediately drain the vitality and soul power. If I get too close, I will be sucked dry, and I will be completely mummified!" Banshee Adeline said with lingering fear, "At that time, you will really become a necromancer who doesn't even have high-level undead creatures."

"That's a sorcerer's spell!" Kevin's complexion was as bad as a banshee's dead face, "But a sorcerer doesn't have the ability to improve spells, so at least there is a sorcerer and a mage in the city."

Mevis suddenly raised his head and pointed at the city wall: "Is that the magician's summon?"

A small purple-skinned shadow flashed across the wall, with a pair of sharp horns on its head, much like a mischievous child at a masquerade ball.

"That's a kid, probably a warlock with the ability of demon blood." Kevin seemed to see a pile of excrement, "It seems that the city is also in chaos."

"You need to terminate the spell on the mage tower!" They were talking, when they suddenly heard someone shouting beside them, and it wasn't just one person. The person who shouted quickly assigned tasks, and when Meivis and the others turned their heads to look, Impressively, I only saw a few extremely sensitive figures jumping and jumping between the glare of various spells before turning over the city wall and entering the city.

"The paladin of the temple." Mevis said, when he mentioned the temple, he suddenly thought of something.I hurriedly looked back and found that something was wrong, so I jumped up in shock: "Where is the priest of light?"

Kevin was also taken aback.

The priest who was keen on acting and watching the theater had long since disappeared in the cage, and was replaced by a middle-aged woman. This woman's face was distorted, and she had the standard expression of a bad mage being arrested and cursing the captor with all her strength. Unfortunately, her mouth It was so tightly blocked that even a snort could not be done—this is a mage-specific gag, which can perfectly guarantee that the mage is absolutely quiet and cannot make a sound.

Her clothes are in tatters, the originally luxurious fabrics are crumpled, and her hair is loose. The worst thing is that this mage is still tied up by the exquisite binding skills. Even one finger is so fixed that it won't even tremble. Judging from the actual effect, this low-cost item is many times easier to use than the anti-magic bracelets of the holy white knights. The mage who has used it will definitely be in the shadow of his life.

Coupled with a bright brand that specifically prohibits undead spells, even the most ferocious necromancer can become gentle and harmless, and even look pitiful and sympathetic.

The necromancer rolled her eyes and her face was pale—the cage that locked her was no longer an ordinary iron cage, and she had to shrink tightly into a smaller group, because the iron thorns of those cages were stained with a priest of light with a sacred attribute. The priest also used his own blood as a medium to cast some kind of light magic on it. When she was touched by that sacred breath, it was more painful than being scalded by a branding iron.

The effect of the blood was so powerful that the necromancer struggled a few times at first, then fell down in the cage in pain and rolled his eyes.Seeing this, Mevis naturally thought of the priest when he was in the cage... He was very happy when he bleed... Mevis reviewed his not-so-sunny thoughts at the time, and then asked seriously: "Is she How did it get stuffed in? When did the priest run out?"

"Oh, she is the Annihilation cultist we escorted." Kevin patted Mavis on the shoulder intimately, and comforted him clearly: "Don't think too much, don't worry, your holy white knights are not that good. Poor, not everyone can come and go freely in this cage of yours, don't worry."

Really?Mevis obviously had serious doubts about his own temple.

The riots obviously haven't stopped, and even intensified——

"It's not good, the infected person is crazy and started attacking people!!!"

Another louder noise came from the isolation area. An infected person covered in purple pustules was gnawing at the face of an unlucky man frantically. The tune was changed, and there were screams mixed with vomiting sounds around, making the scene even more difficult to control.

"My God! It's disgusting!" Adeline screamed, like a village woman who met a gangster, screaming earth-shatteringly, and grabbed Kevin's arm, trembling, "It's so, so horrible Woohoo!"

Mavis: "..."

Probably because Meivis' face was too strange, Kevin took Adeline's hand off angrily, "You are an undead, why are you afraid of this level of blood? And Meivis, I know you want to laugh, give me hold on!"

The corner of Meivis' mouth twitched. In order not to embarrass Kevin even more by laughing, he drew his sword and rushed forward.More infected people no longer lie on the ground and scratch their pustules, and they seem to no longer feel pain, one by one, they rush to the surrounding crowd fearlessly, even if someone in the crowd points a weapon at them, even if... There are also their former relatives and friends in the crowd.