Chapter 1068 The so-called hero (seeking a monthly ticket)
Chapter 1,068 The So-Called Hero (please vote for me)
The soldiers who rushed into the port found that the gray-black mist was extremely strange.
It rose from a distance, like a wave, and surged towards them. In the blink of an eye, it surrounded them heavily.
The surrounding scenery that was originally clearly visible was suddenly cut off by the fog. Everyone tried their best to open their eyes, but they could only see a distance of three or four feet around them.
The strange situation made the soldiers instinctively feel a sense of fear.
They stopped one after another, gathered together back to back, and looked around cautiously. But the surroundings were still blurry.
In desperation, everyone had no choice but to prick up their ears and listen to what was going on around them.
At this time, the surroundings were extremely quiet. Apart from their breathing, no sound could be heard at all.
At this moment, a low moaning sound suddenly came from not far away. The sound was full of pain, hoarse and dull, and extremely unpleasant to hear.
The soldiers couldn't help but look at each other, and turned around one after another, looking at the lieutenant next to them with questioning eyes.
The lieutenant hesitated.
This fog is really weird, even scary. If the time and place were different, he would definitely be the first to turn around and run away.
But this is Edin Island, and he is an officer here, and he has the responsibility to defend the territory. Now that such a big thing suddenly happened here, he has the responsibility to figure it out.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand forward vigorously.
The soldiers looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but then they clenched their weapons and silently walked forward step by step in the direction pointed by the officer.
The gray mist surged up silently, completely swallowing up the place where they originally stood.
A group of soldiers moved forward slowly. As their footsteps moved, although the distance was still blurry, the scenery around them gradually became clearer.
I saw all kinds of messy things thrown on the ground:
Ropes, buckets, broken pieces of wood, overturned carts, torn bags...
Not far away, there was a broken corpse lying on top of the dirty blood. The blood kept emitting yellow smoke and making a hissing sound, and in a few breaths, the body completely melted.
Seeing this scene in front of them, the soldiers couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise, then carefully bypassed the pool of blood and continued to move forward.
Following the direction of the sound, they walked a few more steps, and then saw a person lying on the ground not far ahead.
The man was lying on the ground, trembling and moaning in pain.
A soldier immediately walked over quickly and saw that the civilian's back had been hit by a spell and was already bloody and bloody.
The soldier didn't suspect him at all. He reached out and turned the man over, and asked nervously: "Hey, are you okay?"
"Hoo...ho~!" A hoarse moan came from the civilians' throats.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The soldier was surprised to see that his eyes were all black. The strange eyes were so frightening that the soldier let go and threw him to the ground. Then, he started to retreat in panic.
But the civilian on the ground suddenly raised his upper body with his arms, opened his big mouth, showing his yellow teeth, let out a strange roar, and bit the soldier's leg.
The soldier who was caught off guard was bitten on the calf by him.
The soldier immediately screamed loudly and used his hands and feet to push the man away from his legs.
The surrounding comrades rushed over quickly and pulled away the biting civilian.
I saw that a piece of flesh had been bitten off the soldier's calf, and blood was pouring out.
The soldier fell to the ground holding his calf, screaming in pain and rolling back and forth.
However, the civilian who was caught by several soldiers continued to struggle and roar, trying to bite the soldiers who were holding him down.
"What's going on?" All the soldiers couldn't help but panic.
At this moment.
"Get out of the way~!" With a loud roar, a man rushed over from the side, swung his long sword and slashed at the civilian's head, chopping off his head, and thick black and purple blood flowed from the body.
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"Arthur, what are you doing? You're crazy."
The soldier named Arthur gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "This is a fucking zombie, a zombie~! Do you understand? This is the black magic of the necromancer."
"They...they're all up~!" a soldier shouted in panic.
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and then turned their heads to look around.
At some point, they were surrounded by swaying civilians.
Those civilians... no, those zombies were shaking, roaring, stretching out their hands, and slowly rushing towards them.
When the officer saw this, he immediately stopped hesitating and shouted loudly: "Get out, get out, get out of here, get out!"
The soldiers immediately felt amnesty, picked up the soldier who had just been bitten, and then turned around and ran away.
Hearing the screams and retreat of the Ruman soldiers, the lich glanced contemptuously outside the port.
He accurately felt that outside the mist, under the sunlight, a large number of soldiers were standing there tremblingly, at a loss.
When the fog rose, the commander of the station realized something was wrong. Except for a small group of people who rushed in, everyone else stopped under his order.
He couldn't help but smile disdainfully, and thought to himself: With just a simple resurrection zombie spell, Ruman's regular army was blocked out. It seems that the human army is not that good either.
The lich knows that these lowest-level zombies are actually of little use. They can only move for a period of time and have no attack power. They can be killed very easily, which makes them more intimidating.
But it was the first time for humans to see it, so it just frightened them and bought me a lot of time.
Of course he had more powerful spells, but he had to prepare for the battle ahead. He knew that reinforcements from the Ruman people would arrive soon, and they might include priests or mages from the Holy See.
But the lich didn't care. Instead, he concentrated on the rumbling steam engine in front of him. Although there was no human operation, it continued to operate according to inertia until the boiler cooled down.
"I want to see what you are." The Lich muttered to himself as he looked at the giant steel thing in front of him.
He circled around the steam engine again and found a place that he thought might be weak. He chanted a spell in a low voice, and then his arm shook, and a green ball of light the size of a millstone appeared in the air, whistling.
Hitting the thick iron can of the steam engine.
The spell took effect immediately.
In a burst of acidic "chichi" sound, the surface of the iron can was quickly corroded, and the iron sheet became thinner and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Lich stared at the steam engine attentively.
Despite his disdain, the Lich was still very interested in this machine that could lift several tons of cargo using only fire.
The steel was turned into liquid under the corrosion of the spell. The Lich smiled proudly and thought to himself: No matter how good your alchemy is, it is still vulnerable to real magic.
The Lich was waiting to see the internal structure of the large iron tank. At this time, the iron wall that had become weak due to corrosion could no longer withstand the pressure inside the steam tank.
High-temperature water vapor suddenly spurted out from the rusty holes, making a hissing sound.
The lich was standing in front of him, and when he was caught off guard, high-temperature steam suddenly sprayed on his face.
The pressure tore the entire iron wall apart in an instant, and the small hole suddenly turned into a hollow as big as a human head. Steam spurted out with a bang, covering the Lich's entire body in white mist.
In just a few breaths, the steam in the tank had almost dissipated, and the heat that enveloped the lich also dispersed into the air.
The Lich was hit by a move unprepared, and couldn't help but feel quite annoyed. He stretched out his hand to fan the air in front of him, but then he felt something strange in his body. He raised his arm and was surprised to find that the skin and muscles on his hand had been washed away by the scorching steam.
It fell off, leaving only the dense bones.
The Lich quickly touched his face and found that there were only bones left there.
He couldn't help but sigh helplessly and murmured to himself, "This is going to be troublesome."
Without a body, it will be difficult to move on the human continent. In this hurry, the lich can no longer find a body that satisfies itself.
"Forget it, don't worry about it for now." The Lich looked intently into the iron can. Except for a few iron blocks, there was nothing in the huge can.
The Lich was a little strange and thought to himself: What's going on? Is the gas just sprayed out the key? Open another one and see.
Thinking that the Lich was about to move, he suddenly felt the fluctuation of his most hated holy power coming from a distance. It was obvious that a priest had arrived.
The Lich snorted coldly, and his whole body turned into a black smoke, quickly drifting towards the direction where the holy power came from.
On the periphery of the gray fog, five or six priests in robes chanted hymns and waved their staffs, directing beams of holy light at the stumbling zombies.
Behind them were a dozen of the lowest novice priests. Soldiers from the Ruman Legion were surrounding them to protect them.
Under the priests' simple dispelling and purifying spells, the zombies awakened by the lich fell to the ground one by one and turned into motionless corpses again.
As they advanced, the mist kept retreating as if it was being oppressed.
The Lich hid in the dark and secretly observed, feeling the fluctuations not far away, and murmured: "One local bishop, three, no, four officiants."
Then he sneered and said: "With just a few people, you dare to come to me and die in front of me."
As natural enemies, the Lich and the Priest understand each other very well and can judge each other's level from their spell-casting abilities.
In terms of abilities, priests at the local bishop level can probably compete with a high-level dark mage or even a mid-level necromancer. However, in the eyes of this high-level lich, their abilities
But it's not worth mentioning.
At the same time, Bishop Bashar of Edin Island Temple was groping at the front, complaining in his heart.
He originally thought that being assigned to the wealthy Edin Island would be an easy and beautiful thing, but he did not expect that beyond the limit of his imagination, a necromancer would suddenly appear on Edin Island, a place in the middle of the sea.
The bishop could only lament his bad luck in his heart.
You must know that he is not an actual bishop, but climbed up through the use of connections. Although there are various methods in the Holy See to enhance the holy power, you must know that the mainland has been at peace for nearly a thousand years, although there are still many hard-working practitioners.
The trained lunatics are perverted and so on, but Bishop Bashar is not one of them.
But at this time, he had to come. The Inquisition was not just for heretics.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, the fat bishop drank three bottles of holy water, then gathered all the power of the temple and walked to the port cautiously.
After purifying a shaking zombie and watching the soldiers dragging the civilian corpses aside, Bishop Bashar wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and warned: "Judging from the opponent's ability to summon zombies, the enemy should be a
A necromancer of intermediate level or above. Be careful and attack him as soon as you find him. He is only one person and cannot defeat us."
The nervous and pale priests around him nodded hurriedly.
The bishop took a breath and thought to himself: I haven't seen the necromancer come out so far, so he may have escaped. After all, there are nearly ten thousand troops on Edin Island.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and the bishop's expression changed dramatically, and he shouted in panic: "Be careful, he's coming."
As soon as the bishop finished speaking, he saw a black shadow flying out from the depths of the thick fog, quickly taking an afterimage with him and rushing straight towards the crowd of priests.
The chief priests behind the bishop were startled at first, then reacted, waving their staffs desperately, and hurriedly deployed several holy light defenses in front of them. However, the black shadow was like a sharp arrow, hitting those holy light shields.
of crushing.
When Bashar saw this, he jumped over the wall, roared angrily, and then slammed the staff in his hand hard.
A holy light shield flashed immediately, but just as the holy light shield formed a thin film in front of him, the black shadow had already arrived, and with a soft 'pop' sound, his holy light shield was immediately shattered.
Everyone could only watch helplessly as the black mist hit the bishop. The black mist passed through his body and then circled around him several times.
Finally, it suddenly stopped in front of the bishop. A pale white skull appeared in the rising smoke, staring at him almost close to the bishop's body. The skull's eye sockets were burning with green phosphorus fire.
The bishop was so shocked that he could hardly speak. He opened his mouth wide: "Witch...Witch..."
"Jie Jie..." The lich made a hoarse and harsh mocking cry.
Under everyone's dull gaze, he raised his arm, and the white bone arm was printed on the bishop's chest, and he grabbed the cross around the bishop's neck.
After two or three seconds of silence, someone finally reacted and shouted with a voice that was so frightened: "Kill him~!"
This sound awakened the stunned priests and soldiers. They raised their staffs and weapons and prepared to kill the lich.
Just as the chief priests gathered their strength, the skeleton screamed and turned into a black shadow, quickly floating backwards. After a few flashes, it disappeared into the thick fog again.
From the dense fog came the unbridled laughter of the lich.
The officiants lost their target and could only angrily fire the holy light in their hands at the mist.
When everyone turned their attention to the highest-ranking bishop present, waiting for him to issue an order, they saw Bishop Bashar's face turned gray for a while, his fat body swayed a few times, and then he fell to the ground with a crash.
His chest had been eroded by mana and was terribly rotten. The bishop stared straight at the sky with his eyes wide open, making a "cough" sound in his throat, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
The officiant next to him hurriedly rushed over, held his hand tightly, and shouted loudly: "My lord, my lord~!"
"Witch... lich," the bishop's body trembled uncontrollably, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he spat out a few staccato words indistinctly: "Run... run, inform, Your Majesty... Your Majesty...
"
After speaking, the bishop tilted his head and his arms hung down weakly.
"Lich~!" The officiants blurted out in shock and took a deep breath of cold air. Their faces instantly turned pale.
As priests, they clearly understand how powerful a lich is. It is an undead transformed by a high-level mage who is unwilling to give up his life.
They were powerful mages when they were alive, and became even more powerful after transforming into lichs. They lived for who knows how many hundreds of years.
After mages transformed into lichs, they also lost their emotions and morals as humans. In their eyes, humans are just low-pitched lives, just like humans view cattle and horses. Therefore, their methods are extremely cruel and cruel.
In the Holy See, the cardinal dare not say that he can definitely defeat a lich in a one-on-one battle.
Now the most powerful bishop in Edin Island's holy magic was instantly killed by a lich's spell. Shrouded in a mysterious thick fog, the lich didn't know where it was hiding. Just relying on several of their officiants who were not skilled in purification,
Entering the thick fog is tantamount to death.
"Retreat, all retreat~!" One of the oldest officiants said flatly.
The soldiers picked up the bishop's body and quickly retreated out of the port.
Rutherford, the highest military and political officer of Edin Island and Lord of Edin City, stood in his official residence built on the hillside, observing the port area in the distance with a telescope.
Now the entire port area has been shrouded in fog. Flames burning fiercely in the port buildings emerged from the thick fog, and black smoke rose into the sky and lingered in the sky for a long time.
Lord Rutherford was extremely worried. He had sent out all his troops, but no news had been sent back.
Rutherford could only watch helplessly as the entire port was completely destroyed in the flames, and several years of hard construction were destroyed in one fell swoop.
What worries him even more is that a dark mage is actually coming to this place that has been peaceful for a hundred years.
When he first heard the news, City Lord Rutherford thought that someone had the audacity to be joking with him, but the burning building on the dock let him know that this had really happened to him.
But until this time, Rutherford thought it was some evil wizard who was looting, until the soldiers sent in came back and told him that they encountered zombies, and there was a necromancer inside.
At this time, Rutherford felt as if the sky was falling. His first reaction was to use all his soldiers to surround the entire dock, and then personally asked the bishop of the Canon to come forward.
Then everyone near the dock was evacuated, and the rest could only wait anxiously.
At this time, Rutherford saw the soldiers running out of the dock area in panic and retreating quickly. Rutherford's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: Something bad is going to happen~!
Soon, the chief priests came to the city lord Rutherford out of breath. Rutherford, regardless of his manners, grabbed the sleeve of one of the chief priests and asked loudly: "How is it? Where's the bishop?"
The officiant gasped and said urgently: "Lich, there is a lich on the pier, Bishop, he was killed and martyred."
Several soldiers carried the bishop's body and placed it silently on the ground. The sight of the corpse made those around him feel sick to their stomachs.
Rutherford was still in a daze, digesting the news brought by the officiant, and said stupidly: "Lich..."
After thinking about it in his mind for a while, he finally remembered what the so-called lich was.
"Holy shit, lich~!" Rutherford's face suddenly changed. He grabbed the sleeve of the officiant and shouted sternly: "This is a fucking lich, what should we do?"