"This is terrible!" Roger, knowing that the situation was not good, hurriedly backed away, and at the same time looked around, hoping to find a weapon to resist for a while. [ ] However, to his great disappointment, there were not even toothpicks around, let alone
A weapon that can fight skeletons.
At this critical moment, the voice of the Castle Master suddenly rang in Roger's mind: "The soul power you have obtained is enough to summon the castle civilians to make weapons. Do you want to make weapons now?"
"Nonsense, of course!" Roger responded loudly and hoarsely: "I almost died without seeing you? You really don't know how to behave!"
Although the timing of the Castle Priest's suggestion was a bit late, the work efficiency was very high. As soon as Roger finished speaking, a silver light flashed on his hand, and then a short sword appeared.
"Haha, I told you to try to kill me again!" Roger, who had a sword in his hand, was greatly boosted in morale and immediately slashed hard at the skeleton rushing at the front.
The dagger was indeed a real weapon, much easier to use than sticks and hand axes. With Roger's full blow, the sharp blade cut off several ribs of the skeleton, causing the guy's body to shake violently.
Tilt to one side.
Of course Roger would not miss this opportunity, and immediately chopped off the opponent's head with a sword, killing the undead creature. Then he glanced at the last two skeletons, and sneered as he faced them...
Fan Doren, who was outside the house, didn't know what was going on inside. His magical attainments were too low and he couldn't figure out what was going on in the house through the vision of his undead creatures. The magic apprentice only heard the first words in the house.
There was a sound of fighting, and then everything became quiet.
Van Doren firmly believed that Roger without weapons was no match for the three skeletons. Now that the room was quiet, that man must have been killed.
This was a matter of course for a magic apprentice, so he walked towards the quiet room without thinking too much. Thinking that this humble human had actually destroyed two of his own skeletons, Van Doren couldn't help but said viciously: "This damn thing
Guy, I must make him into a skeleton..."
The words came to an abrupt end here. Fan Doren, who had already reached the door, felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, making it impossible for him to continue speaking. The magic apprentice's eyes first fell on the dagger inserted into his abdomen, and then raised his head.
Roger looked incredulously at first, his cold eyes showing fear for the first time.
"You want to turn me into a skeleton??!" Roger turned the dagger vigorously, mashing the opponent's internal organs into a ball, then kicked Van Doren to the ground with a heavy kick and said bitterly: "You should die!"
Out of fear of the magician, Roger did not show up immediately after destroying the last two skeletons. Instead, he hid behind the door and planned to make a surprise attack on the other side. If Van Doren was a high-level magician, he would naturally do it for himself.
With many defensive magics, it was impossible for Roger's sneak attack to be successful. But he was just a magic apprentice, and after running out of magic, he was even worse than an ordinary person. That's why Roger's sneak attack was so successful.
The magic apprentice fell heavily to the ground, feeling that all the strength in his body was disappearing quickly. He turned his head towards Roger with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something to him. But in the end he failed, and he rolled his eyes and swallowed the last breath.
tone. Immediately afterwards, a much brighter light point emerged from Van Doren's body and quickly sank into Roger's body.
Just as the light point sank into Roger's body, a man in black from a castle a hundred miles away suddenly snorted in displeasure.
Although the man in black hummed very softly, the other humans and undead creatures around him all stopped and did not dare to move like puppets. In particular, the reaction of the undead creatures was even stronger.
Although they are all high-level undead creatures such as dark lords and death knights, the soul fire in their eyes is trembling slightly, which shows how powerful the pressure of the men in black is on them.
After a while, a man wearing a black robe of a necromancer with a gray skull logo on the cuffs asked cautiously: "Sir, what happened?"
"Van Doren is dead." The man in black spoke without any emotion, and his voice was as harsh as two pieces of metal rubbing against each other: "Let the black knight Lear lead a team of men to the place where Van Doren's accident occurred. If it is
If someone kills him, bring that person’s soul back!”
"Yes, Your Excellency!" The necromancer did not dare to disobey the man in black's instructions and immediately left the room to convey the order.
Of course Roger would not know that he had been targeted by the person behind this undead invasion. At this time, he was feeling lucky that he had escaped from death again, waving the gun he pulled out from Van Doren's body.
The dagger said loudly: "Are you there? Are you there? Even the necromancer was killed by me, isn't it amazing? Haha!"
The target of Roger's show off was of course the Castle Master, but the latter said disdainfully: "This guy doesn't even have a mark on his cuffs. He is just an apprentice of the Necromancer and not an official mage. Killing him is nothing special."
"Bah, this guy is still a mage apprentice after all, and I am nothing. Such a record is certainly something to be proud of!" Roger's mood was not affected by the Castle Hub, and he still smiled with satisfaction: "At least I am still alive now.
, it’s better than being turned into a skeleton by this guy!”
The Castle Master agreed with Roger's statement and quickly reminded: "The strength of this mage apprentice is not very good, but the power of the soul is much stronger than the skeleton. Now the power of the soul is enough to build a militia barracks. You only need to
Once you find enough wood, you can start construction immediately!”
"Yes, we must build up the militia as soon as possible." He was convinced by what the Castle Commander said. Roger quickly calmed down and said, "I'm going to find wood now!"
Being in danger twice in just one night gave Roger a sense of crisis, so he immediately started looking for the wood needed to build a militia barracks. With the gradually brightening morning light, Roger knew that he was in a small town with only a few families.
Village. At this time, the village was eerily quiet, and I didn’t know what happened to the villagers.
But Roger soon found the answer. He found more than a dozen corpses in the village. The deceased were men, women, old and young. The villagers had obviously been killed.
Although Roger and these villagers were strangers to each other, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when seeing such a scene. What made him feel somewhat comforted was that he had killed the necromancer apprentice, and he had avenged these people.
Roger soon discovered a house under construction at the edge of the village. Before the disaster, someone was building a house in the village. But now the villagers no longer need new houses, and the wood they did not use happened to be cheap.
Jay.
Taking a few logs into the secondary space of the castle hub, Roger immediately began to build the militia barracks. While waiting for the militia barracks to be completed, Roger came to the weapons shop that was already in operation, and worked in the weapons shop for the first time.
castle civilians.
The castle civilian was wearing brown linen clothes and had a very burly figure. He was a very powerful type. However, Roger knew that although the castle civilian looked different from the real person, he was created by the castle leader and was not essentially the same.
Not human.
Seeing that the civilians in the castle were just standing blankly in the weapons shop, Roger ordered him to produce some long guns for backup. The militia barracks would be built soon, and the trained soldiers would also need weapons before they could go into battle. Instead of waiting for training
Instead of rushing to make weapons after the soldiers are produced, it is better to prepare the weapons now to be prepared.
However, the soul power that Roger finally collected was all used up again. Looking at the militia barracks that had been built but was of no use, he knew that he still needed to collect some soul power to summon his men to fight for him.
There was no point in staying in this village now, and Roger quickly decided to leave. However, Roger had no idea where he was, so he just walked along the road aimlessly, hoping to meet someone or two.
As a living person, I can understand my current situation.
Not long after Roger left, he heard a noise coming from ahead.