A black cat seriously injured the strongest Roman knight in the team.
A flash of black light knocked down the entire audience.
Gretel's heart couldn't stop sinking. The newcomer was extremely powerful in combat. It could be said that it would be easy to kill them all. What was even more terrifying was the black light, black cat, and skeleton soldiers.
, zombies, gargoyles...
It sounds like a painting style. What if the owner of this place really comes back and sees that they smashed up the house, killed the skeleton soldiers, and demolished the gargoyles guarding the house...
The consequences could not be more beautiful.
Gretel squirmed as lightly as possible, trying to shrink into a corner, pretending that "I didn't do it, these things have nothing to do with me." Before he moved twice, there was a cold feeling behind his back, like a cold one.
A bucket of ice water poured down the bucket. Gretel raised his eyes and looked around. The faces of the soldiers who had fallen to the ground around him were filled with horror——
clatter.
clatter.
clatter.
Someone approached from behind. The footsteps were a bit strange, like a hard knock on the ground, or like some small claws scratching on the ground. Grete stiffened his back, lowered his head, and slowly turned his face and used the rest of his voice.
Just take a look——
What caught the eye was a long black robe that almost touched the floor. The black robe was made of an unknown material. It was thick and hanging, and did not reflect light at all. All the light seemed to be sucked into the robe. It was a garment from a previous life.
If a designer sees such a piece of material, he will do whatever it takes to get it.
Gretel shook for a moment, then looked up. The black robe was fluttering, and no outline of the human body could be seen. It looked like the person wearing the clothes was just a skeleton - and he was holding a long stick made of bone in his hand. He hadn't looked yet.
The Roman knight, who was rolling on the ground when he saw the face, was already screaming:
"The Necromancer!—You are the Necromancer!"
The man in black robe paused. The long black robe fluttered and fell silently. The Roman knight screamed a few times, raised an arm and pointed at the black robe mage, his arm trembling.
In Gretel's eyes, the knight's wrist was unnaturally twisted, and the shape of the fingers was a bit strange - the thumb could not be straightened, maybe the flexor tendon was injured. Gretel silently guessed, watching the Roman knight tremble.
He straightened his index finger and pointed it straight at the Necromancer's face:
"You, a foreign necromancer, dare to harm the priest of the spring goddess! Aren't you afraid of the temple's attack?"
"I'm so sorry. I just entered the city this afternoon and went to the mage tower in the city to report."
The Necromancer answered confidently. As he spoke, he took a step forward, and his black robes stirred violently, like the angry roaring waves when a storm came:
"It's you who entered my mage tower and smashed my gargoyles. If I hadn't come back early, even my laboratory would have been demolished - the temple? If the temple dares not to apologize and compensate, I will unite with the Magic Council tomorrow.
Come and demolish the temple too!"
"Don't even think about it—"
The Roman knight roared angrily. He pushed himself on the ground, and then pushed again, but he couldn't struggle no matter how hard he tried. Suddenly, he bowed his head on the ground and bumped into it like a prawn:
"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"
"Bang!"
A flash of golden light flashed. The Roman knight was knocked out on the spot and hit the wall. The wall shook with a rumble, and the knight slid down softly, rolled twice, and made no more movement.
Da, da, da. The footsteps continued to move forward. The necromancer pointed at the priest with his bone staff and sneered:
"how do you say?"
"I……"
Oh, I went to the priest. Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. When you go out and turn left, you will find... the temple of the goddess of spring water. I am just a little guy, and I was recruited for compulsory recruitment. These skeletons and zombies... I
He didn't even lift a finger. The Necromancer seems to be a reasonable person. He probably won't settle a score with me, right?
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. Once he felt safe again, he stretched his head and began to think about the Roman Knights again.
fracture.
He was probably in a coma, and considering the collision just now, he was probably concussed.
I don't know if there was any internal bleeding.
I couldn't get up from the ground, and it didn't look like a fracture. Maybe the tendons in my wrists and ankles were ruptured.
The big cat has scratched it so many times, it is certain that the wound is infected, and it may have tetanus. Since it is a domestic pet, let’s rule out rabies first...
Grete observed attentively, one by one, silently recording the cases in his mind. After recording, he turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the Necromancer, what a guy!
Walking next to the Necromancer step by step, there is a brilliant golden light and thousands of auspicious auras, what a golden skeleton!
And it is still alive. There is no cartilage between the joints and no ligaments connecting it. However, it can move and walk!
Just now, I defeated Rayman Knight!
Gretel's eyes lit up, and his attention was immediately drawn to it. Skeleton! A skeleton that can move! The skeleton in their academy of life sciences is still immovable. It has to be placed in a glass cabinet with a velvet rope on the outside.
A circle of railings, teacher, baby, it looks like something!
——There are some that can be touched, and they are all in the Liangshi Building (anatomy building), but they are all piece by piece. There is no complete... full-body skeleton that can be touched, so there are only plastic products.
But this is true! It’s true!
Compared with the skeleton soldier that was hammered into pieces before he could even see it clearly, this golden skeleton was much more delicate and dexterous. Gretel looked carefully and saw that the bones were not made of metal.
The traces of fracture on the tibia and the ridge groove on the pelvis are clearly visible. It looks like a normal human bone, with a brilliant golden light shining from inside.
Want to take a closer look.
Want to touch.
Want to get started.
Gretel was so focused on watching that he even forgot about the threat of the Necromancer. Unknowingly, he had sat up from the ground and leaned forward, wishing he could lean up to observe.
How does this skeleton move?
There are no joints, no ligaments, the pieces are loose and still move!
The Necromancer drove away the Lehman Knight, and reached a compensation agreement with Priest Donald with half blackmail and half threat. When he turned around, he saw a young man sitting up among the soldiers lying on the ground, looking up and staring at him.
The golden skeleton that protects the body looks like a person is about to crawl into the skeleton.
Necromancer: "...What are you looking at?"
"There's something wrong with this skeleton!"
Grete answered smoothly without turning his head. After answering, he jumped in surprise, turned his head, and looked at the sound: Who was talking to me just now?
Saw nothing.
No, it's not that I didn't see anything, I saw a pitch black... black cloth... a black robe... a thin face.
The necromancer was quite tall, especially in the eyes of Grete who was sitting on the ground looking up, as if he was like a pillar holding his head. Not only was he tall, but he was also thin. He was wrapped in a black robe and looked like a stick of flax.
Rod.
When a person is so thin, his face is certainly not much better. His cheeks are pressed tightly against his cheekbones and his cheeks are sunken. He looks like he has just a few layers of skin compared to the golden skeleton next to him.
Gretel was slightly startled, but he wasn't too scared. As a necromancer, it's normal to be a little thinner. Even a skeleton with two points of phosphorus fire burning in its eyes would fit in with the image of a lich he remembered.
The Necromancer was impatient, took a step forward, and kept asking:
"What's wrong with this skeleton?"
"The head and body are not the same person!"
"It's not the same person? How could you tell!"
Hey... I'm not sleepy if you ask this. Gretel pushed himself on the ground and stood up with all his strength. When he stood up, he was a little shaken. The golden skeleton was considerate and reached out to give him a hand:
"The skull belongs to a man, and the pelvis belongs to a woman. These are obviously two different families!"