Travels of the Necromancer

I staggered back, all the way back to the wall, the sword was pulled out from my body, and there was another stabbing pain.I pressed the wound with one hand, but the blood continued to flow down.But Naus still held the sword, stood upright, and did not pursue.But obviously, he is now controlled by Tiar.

"He'll be mine, and so will you." Dial landed on the ground, the mocking smile returning to his face.Then he raised his relatively intact hand, a mass of black flames condensed again, and it seemed that he was already preparing to give me the final blow.

My current situation is very bad. This is the first time I have suffered such a serious injury since my travels. The bleeding wound and constant pain prevent me from concentrating on chanting high-level magic.But it is still possible to activate the prepared magic, I raised the wand of grievance.

Under the screams of the nine skeletons, Dial's body, which was only half burned by me, suddenly began to melt.Yes, the curse of "corrosion" didn't stop there after it eroded Dial's bone spurs.Dial can feel his bone spurs being destroyed through a certain connection, and "corrosion" also uses this connection to spread to his body unconsciously.

During the battle just now, I watched quietly as the little black snake that only I could see slowly crawled up his cheeks, and finally covered his entire body just now.

After the curse was activated again, Dial immediately violated the agreement and set up the defensive barrier of the artifact, but this could no longer stop the spread of "corrosion".For a magician, it is not easy to unravel a completely unfamiliar curse. Just as I have nothing to do with his black mist, he can only watch his body turn into bloody water while screaming.

After the initial surprise, Dial obviously remembered the simplest and most direct way to break the curse—killing the curser.

"Very interesting little trick. I'd love to see, though, what kind of curse you'll use against your dear knight." The smile on his melting face at the moment is particularly, uh, I should be thrilling, It's still shocking.His head seemed to melt a little slower than the rest of his body, though.

After Dial finished speaking, Naus who was standing behind him moved.The clashing sound of the armor was particularly noticeable at this moment. He walked forward slowly, and the two clusters of red flames in the helmet stared at me.When he walked past Dial, I suddenly called out, "Head!"

Before Dial could react, a thin sword protruded from the gap in Naus's armor and pierced Dial's head precisely.In addition to the faint light formed by the blessing of magic on the rapier, there is also a strange blue luster on the surface, which is obviously coated with poison.

Immediately, Dial's screams resounded throughout the hall.Liches don't feel pain, so no matter whether I burned half of my body or was corroded by "corrosion", Dial always looked calm, but what Lan stabbed just now was his phylactery.

Different from ordinary necromantic creatures, after reincarnated as a lich, a necromancer will form a "phylactery" containing life.As long as the phylactery is not completely destroyed, even the forbidden spell of the light department cannot completely kill a lich.Thus, after hiding the phylactery in a safe place, the lich is said to be immortal.However, most liches still choose to carry the phylactery with them. This is one thing that makes me very strange. Maybe they think that there is no place safer than their own side.

Although I haven't known him for a long time, I'm sure that Dial is this kind of person.He would never rest assured to put the phylactery in a place where he could not see it, and he would never believe that he would be defeated with the artifact.Now the result is obvious, I guessed it right, he hid the phylactery in his body, to be exact, in the skull strengthened with magic.

The most difficult part of destroying the phylactery is getting close to him, because long-distance magic and physical attacks will be blocked by the barrier of the artifact, and the speed of "corrosion" is too slow, giving him time to escape.Fortunately, I still have Naus.As I said, no necromancer can stand against Naus's charms.It turned out that my plan was to pretend to be defeated and escape at the end of the fight, so as to leave Naus behind.

However, Dial took the initiative to seize control of Naus, which saved me less trouble.In fact, Dial's black mist only temporarily blocked my soul connection with Naus, and could not really control him.Otherwise, at such a short distance just now, Naus could completely split me in half.

Even if Diar really completely controlled Naus in terms of magic, I would not have the slightest worry, just like the situation I encountered when I just captured him in Skull City, the pride and loyalty of the death knight will not be affected by magic. The controls are simply changed.But in order to make Dial trust Naus, I still have to take a sword.

This sword allowed Naus to get close to Diar, but Diar would not completely trust him because of this. When he passed by Diar, Diar still maintained a high degree of vigilance.But Dial never imagined that Naus had a third hand—the blue hidden in his armor.

As we all know, the armor of the death knight is empty inside.But not having a body does not mean having nothing, the armor is filled with extremely thick dark energy.Ordinary people can't bear such a high concentration of dark energy, so it is undoubtedly whimsical for ordinary people to try to hide it.But Lan is different, he has the blood of the dark elves, and his resistance to the damage caused by dark energy is much higher than that of ordinary people.Moreover, Lan is an assassin by profession, and his ability to hide his breath is unmatched among the mercenary squad.Therefore, Dial never thought, let alone noticed that there was a person hidden in Naus's armor.

Now, now I can finally relax and lean against the wall, pull out a bottle of healing potion from the bag and pour it down, temporarily stopping the bleeding wound.

I watched Naus remove his helmet and part of his breastplate, letting Lan go.Such a scene should be quite strange in the eyes of ordinary people: the headless knight holds his head in one hand and removes his breastplate with the other.

Then I turned my head slightly, admiring Dial's continued high-pitched screams and continued melting body.At this moment, his body completely collapsed like a puddle of mud, and a cloud of black mist slowly floated out from where his head used to be. If you look carefully, you can find that this cloud of black mist still has the shape of five sense organs.Heiwu's facial features are distorted, and he looks horrifying, but in fact, without the protection of his phylactery and body, he is not even comparable to the little wandering soul. Not only can he not move freely, but even an ordinary lighting technique can make him dissipate immediately .

In my eyes, Dial is now a pot of steaming and fragrant chicken soup.I approached with a smile, put a magic crystal bottle under the black mist, and then looked at the black mist with a frightened expression, struggling to escape, but was still irresistibly sucked into the bottle bit by bit Inside.

And the castle we are in is constantly shaking, twisting, and fading away because of the loss of its owner.But I can't take care of it anymore, my full attention is attracted by a book that has fallen on the floor.When Dial's soul was completely sucked into the crystal bottle, his body completely melted into blood, and the book of truth he had hidden on his body fell to the ground.

The book lay there quietly, still looking half-old and not new, without any damage or stained with blood.And I, once again felt that irresistible desire born from the depths of my soul.

"Whoever wins can get everything." I muttered, reaching out to the book.