After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Rahip was stunned for a moment, and was a little annoyed when he realized it.

He, the dignified boss of Cowswood Town, doesn't want to lose face? !

But as soon as Rasip struggled, he felt his fragile neck was cut open by a sharp crossbow.

What the hell!Is this guy for real? !

Rahip cursed in his heart.

The three followers who followed Rahip before were frightened for a moment by Cyril's sudden strength.

But they just looked at each other, and they all surrounded Cyril.

What a joke!They were three strong men, and Cyril's only weapon could no longer threaten them, so it should be no problem to deal with him.

Cyril could see the undisguised stupid and arrogant expressions on their faces, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and a smile slipped through his bright almond eyes.

You know, after this month of hard meditation training, he has successfully raised his spiritual power to "15".

In this regard, the system proudly claimed that it is indispensable for its hard work in singing.

The mental power of "15" is enough for Cyril to absorb elements and convert them into magic power.

Although his magical power is only in the pitiful single digits, after several times of practice, he has been able to release a simple "binding spell".

It was one of the spells he'd learned from that old tapestry.

The purpose of Cyril practicing this spell is also very simple. Instead of practicing the "fireball technique" which is currently not very powerful and aggressive, the "binding spell" can at least allow him to buy time to escape when he encounters danger.

And this "binding spell" is very suitable for the foggy moon forest with many wood elements.

Cyril recalled the feeling of releasing the "binding spell" in the foggy moon forest, when he successfully trapped an antelope.

He worked hard to mobilize his few magic powers, and smoothly constructed the magic runes of the binding spell.

The reason why the binding spell is a simple spell is that the number of magic runes is small and the lines are simple, only 6.

Cyril used gestures to guide the magic power to draw the magic runes of the binding spell in the air until the last stroke was made, "Quickly bind!", he said.

The three boys in front of them originally looked at Cyril's last struggle with disdain, but found that after his voice fell, they could not move their feet.

They looked down and saw a thin vine firmly trapping their feet.

This is? ?

magic! ! !

"Hand over all the silver coins you have on you!"

Cyril looked at them, slightly raised his delicate chin as a gesture, his beautiful face was written all over - "Yes, that's what I did!".

The three boys were so frightened that their faces turned pale, they trembled, and they took out their pockets tremblingly, coat pockets, trousers pockets, and even one of the boys took off his shoes and took out a silver coin.

"It's... all here! I swear to the Goddess of Light!"

They said with a bitter face.

Cyril glanced at the pile of copper coins that might add up to seven or eight silver coins with disgust, and signaled that they could go away.

The three boys ignored their boss who was still being pressed by the crossbow and blinked at them frantically, as if being chased by a monster, and ran away.

Cyril looked back and smelled an unpleasant smell.

He looked at Rasip whose legs were trembling, and found that the little snake in his shirt pocket had come out to join in the fun at some point.

It slowly crawled along his arm to Rasip's neck, and the slender snake body wrapped around Rasip's thick neck.

The gangster faced the double threat of sharp crossbow bolts and vicious snakes, his face was pale and pale-he was so scared that he wet his pants.

Rahip's intestines were green with regret. If he knew that Cyril was so wicked now, and had a relationship with a wizard, and borrowed his courage, he would not come to rob Cyril.

There was a little snake, and Cyril deliberately shook his hand and retracted the crossbow.

"Practicing justice on behalf of the Goddess of Light? Bullying the weak?"

He tilted his head pretending to be naive, rubbed his chin and asked in a playful tone.

At this time, Rasip realized that Cyril was referring to him who took the lead in bullying him when he was in the church school.

With a pale face, Rahip choked out a word unnaturally: "I'm sorry."

Cyril shook the crossbow in his hand, and the dark green snake also tightened its slender body wrapped around Rasip's neck very forcefully.

"I'm very sorry! Please forgive me! Goddess of Light, I will never do such a bullying thing again! I swear!"

Rasip couldn't bear it any longer, he felt that his breathing was no longer smooth, and he almost shouted out at the top of his voice.

Cyril nodded in satisfaction, and let the little snake crawl back into his hand.

Rasip got up from the ground with trembling legs, without even looking at Cyril, and was about to run away.

"Hold on."

Cyril thought of something, and suddenly made a sound.

Rasip froze, but he turned his head stiffly due to the intimidating force of Cyril's use of magic just now.

"Similarly, leave the silver coins on your body."

Cyril raised a beautiful smile, his big almond eyes narrowed like crescent moons, looking very seductive.

However, in Rasip's eyes, this smile is just like the "smile of an evil wizard".

Trembling, he took out the silver coin and put it on the ground, then ran away like his little brother before.

Cyril watched with a smile as Rahip, who took the lead in bullying the original body, ran away like hell, feeling very pleased.

He was just taking revenge for the original body, so what bad thoughts could he have.

"Nice job, Green!"

Cyril gently rubbed the little snake's head with his fingertips.

After more than a month of getting along with each other peacefully, Cyril found that this little snake was very spiritual, and seemed to be able to understand its own words and respond appropriately in a timely manner.

He once tried to release it in the Wuyue Forest, but the little snake was obviously unwilling.

So Cyril pretended to have a little pet that didn't need to eat and drink, and named it "Green".

Cyril picked up all the boys' belongings, about 10 silver coins in total, and he planned to donate all of them to the offering box of the church in the town tomorrow.

In addition, the proficiency of the spell still needs to be improved quickly, and strive to achieve an instant effect, Cyril was thinking in his heart.

It was just these small-town gangsters who had never seen the world and just wanted to take advantage of the fire to foolishly let him finish sketching the magic spell slowly.

If he was in real danger, he would have died long ago.

Although the system admired Cyril's wizard talent, he still felt that his progress was a bit slow.

What's more, after he released the binding spell, he felt as if all the magic power in his body had been emptied, and even his spiritual power felt weak.

What kind of wizard is a wizard who can only cast a single spell? It is not as powerful as a crossbow that shoots several arrows in succession.

So in the following days, Cyril devoted more time to the training of spells, and he began to practice the "Corruption Curse" with a certain attack power.

With Cyril's current mana reserve, the range of this spell's attack is very small, but he mainly practiced the accuracy of the spell's attack, and if he pointed it at any place, it would also have a good effect.

He found a "good partner" who practiced spells - the devil white lotus. The other party's flexible body was a good target in Cyril's eyes.

As for whether this sparring partner is willing or not, let's not consider this issue for the time being.

***

Another cloudy day with no sun.

The foggy moon forest looked gloomy, which seemed to confirm its name, and a thin layer of fog was shrouded in the air.

Cyril asked the system to monitor the movement around him as usual, while he sat cross-legged and meditated.

After being able to use magic power, Cyril no longer meditated in the fluorescent grass, but found a place with a high concentration of elements.

[50 meters ahead!There's a longhorn boar running this way! 】

Cyril was closing his eyes when he heard the urgent voice of the system.

50 meters is the maximum range that the system can alert to.

Cyril nimbly climbed onto a big leafy tree beside him, and his skillful movements made people feel distressed.

After improving his mental strength, Cyril's physical fitness has also improved.

Under the systematic tree-climbing guide, he learned to climb trees to avoid danger.

It's not that aggressive, but it works.

Thanks to Merlin, most of the four-legged creatures in the Brumy Moon Forest cannot climb the trees.

Of course, this long-horned wild boar is also included.

[Someone is chasing after him! 】

When the long-horned boar came into Cyril's sight, the system reminded him again.

The forehead of the long-horned wild boar has a hard black horn half a meter long, which looks very frightening.

Cyril found that the long-horned wild boar had many arrows stuck in its body, and its long black hair was stained with dark red blood.

Its eyes seemed to be blinded by some kind of powerful weapon, leaving only two bloody black holes.

All this indicates that it is human prey.

Cyril was feeling that the long-horned wild boar's vitality was very tenacious, and it was still able to run tenaciously after being injured like this.

But in the next moment, he almost breathed out the fragrance.

Since the long-horned wild boar couldn't see, it ran straight towards the big tree where it was.

If Cyril hadn't tried his best to hug the tree trunk tightly, he would have been thrown off by the impact.

The wild boar was knocked out of his mind, and Cyril also felt that his whole head was numb from the shock.

Seeing that the wild boar wanted to give the poor tree another blow, he hurriedly mobilized his magic power and recited the Corruption Curse "Arrow of Corruption".

He is already familiar with the magic runes of the Corruption Curse, and now he can guide the magic power to outline all the magic runes within 3 seconds.

An arrow-shaped cloud of black liquid splashed on the longhorn's forehead, and it let out a loud growl and rolled over on its side.

The crowd chasing up from behind also reacted quickly, and a tall and burly man in a full riding suit held a long sword and slashed at the place where the wild boar's head and body were connected.

The long-horned wild boar collapsed on the ground, and a large pool of blood with a strong smell spread out.

Smelling this unpleasant smell, Cyril wrinkled his delicate nose.

He originally wanted to wait until the group of people left before coming down, but he didn't expect that the man who gave the longhorn boar the last blow looked up at where Cyril was, and directly met his eyes.

"Thank you for your help."

He called to Cyril in the tree.

Seeing that he had been exposed, Cyril simply climbed down from the tree.

His movements are flexible, his limbs are slender, and his movements do not look rude but somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Cyril carefully avoided the bloodstains of the long-horned wild boar, found a relatively clean place and jumped down. After standing still, he looked at the man who had wiped the long sword clean.

"We are mercenaries hired by the Earl of Abraham, and we are here to hunt in the Brumaire Forest. I am Captain Joseph."

The man named Joseph nodded to Cyril and made a brief self-introduction.

Joseph did not despise Cyril because he looked too young.

He glanced at Cyril with his sharp eyes, and found that the clothes on his body were relatively neat, and the important thing was that there were no bloodstains or wounds on the boy's body, so his attitude became more peaceful.

The boy who can be safe and sound in the Wuyue Forest should not be underestimated.

If he read correctly, the festering forehead of the longhorn boar is the masterpiece of this boy.

Joseph's eyes darkened, this power is...

"Cyril Lawrence. I live in Cotswood."

Cyril also bowed and told him his name.

He's actually a little embarrassed, and socializing is really not something he's good at.

"I'm leaving now, please go ahead!"

Cyril thought for a while and added something.

Seeing the expression on the boy's face, Joseph laughed loudly.

Then, under Cyril's inexplicable sight, he untied the money bag at his waist, took out five gold coins and handed them to him.

"This is your reward."

Joseph said.

Cyril's eyes lit up, he is not bad.

I didn't expect that I could earn what I collected in a month by helping out.

Cyril was not polite to him, and reached out to take it.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change happened.

The long-horned wild boar on the ground that had already lost its vitality suddenly stood up unsteadily, as if returning from hell, with an ominous black aura lingering around it.

Not only that, with this long-horned wild boar as the center, the edge of the circle with a radius of 20 meters is surrounded by eerie black mist.

Cyril felt that this long-horned wild boar was more than a little bit more dangerous than before, so he quickly dodged and ran forward.

The experienced Captain Joseph also reacted very quickly. He pulled out a brass handcuff attached to his waist, and fired three bullets in a row at the long-horned wild boar.

The bullets shot into the body of the long-horned wild boar, making a blunt sound that penetrated the flesh and blood, but it did not affect the long-horned wild boar's activities at all.

A poor mercenary next to him had already been trampled under by the monster, and the black mist was like a bloodthirsty leech, surrounding the man tightly and stickily.

"Ah!!! ah—"

The mercenary let out a tragic cry, and the great pain in the voice made one's scalp tingle.

Joseph was drenched in cold sweat. He had already fired all the bullets in the brass hand barrel, but it still had no effect.

He drew his long sword and stood in front of his chest.

"Goddess of Light bless!" Everyone present prayed in their hearts.

All this happened within a second or two. Cyril had already reached the edge of the circle, but he couldn't break through the black mist.

The black mist was like a flowing wall, firmly blocking his way.

The moment Cyril saw the black mist, he suddenly thought of the black lines on the hunter's body before his death in his memory, and his heart sank.

"Corrosive Arrow!"

Cyril tried to use magic power to break a hole in the black mist.

The spell worked, the black mist in front of him was splashed by the thick liquid, and retreated to the sides for a moment, which was enough for Cyril to escape.

However, the long-horned wild boar seemed to be irritated, and gave up other targets that were close at hand, and ran straight towards Cyril.

Its speed was unbelievably fast, and Cyril could feel its stench behind his head.

"Hurry up..."

Yet he was unable to unleash a full spell on the run.

【Run!run!Hurry up! 】

The system can only be anxious on the sidelines!

Cyril felt that his legs had lost all feeling.

In the next moment, he had a heartbeat and rolled to the other side.

He only heard the sound of "噗嗤——" and Cyril felt liquid splashed on himself.

He raised his arm in front of his head and looked at the original position. The mutant long-horned wild boar that made him helpless had been torn apart.

The bloody pieces of meat rolled down to the surrounding ground, and the black mist disappeared.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

A brisk male voice sounded, with a leisurely tone like a polite greeting when seeing a visitor.