Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 174

  The conversation was over, Laylen pulled the reins of the warhorse and charged forward. With the night wind blowing and the smell of blood heavy, he confronted an oncoming black knight on the spot.

"Ding!" The Hiram warhammer in Laylen's hand exuded scorching heat in the air, knocking the black knight off his horse on the spot, and the hammer head wrapped in milky white flame collided with the black knight's rusted shield. Metal twisting sound.

The milky white flames shone brightly, and the power of purification violently dispelled the black magic wrapped around the shield. Laren's blow was enough to shatter the sturdy steel. After the black knight was knocked off his horse, he couldn't stand up again. His blasphemy soul also thoroughly purified.

Out of the corner of Laylen's eyes, he noticed the two black knights approaching him, as well as the numerous ghouls and dire wolves. It was obvious that the necromancer was trying to overwhelm Laylen with crowd tactics, forcing him to Expose flaws.

   But now, it was Laylen's turn to perform. He raised his warhammer and released his majestic power on the black knight without hesitation. Every blow was enough to deeply embed the black knight and his horse into the ground.

After a few heavy blows with his backhand, Laylen's warhorse rammed through the ghouls. The huge iron hoof kicked hard and kicked the two surrounding ghouls into the air. Afterwards, Laylen lifted Hera. Mu Warhammer, the soul flame of the hammer head became more and more hot, and released a holy light under his control.

  The golden circle of light drowned the undead creatures around, and then, Laylen rushed straight to the black forest, and quickly approached the necromancer Ulrich.

A large number of ghouls fell to the ground, their bodies scorched black, they made a beast-like pain, and the black knights equipped with heavy armor did not stop their steps, they stood up without pain, the smell of burning and corpses all over the body. The sound of burning oil.

The already powerful knights of the kingdom, after the necromancers desecrated their souls and remains, black magic erased their consciousness and made them pure killing machines, and necromancy made them such Tired, fearless, painless undead knight.

   The undead knights are very tricky, and only by beheading the necromancers who control them can the warriors of the past rest in peace.

Laylen threw away the undead controlled by the necromancer and rushed straight to the black forest. Several barren tomb guards who tried to stop him were smashed to the ground with a hammer, whether it was a dire wolf, a ghoul, or Scattered zombies could not stop Laeren's progress. He opened a flesh and blood alley with the Hammer of Heram and found the location of the Necromancer.

"The blood ancestor is on top, no! Ulrich found Laylen's figure. In just ten seconds, all the barren tomb guards guarding him had fallen, leaving only the necromancer standing in the middle, he Unbelievable: "How can this happen? ! You beat my black knight? ! "

   "You know you're afraid now?" Laren didn't give him any chance to react, and charged away with a hammer. Only dead necromancers are good bones.

"You alone! Never try to beat me!" The necromancer knew that he would lose in close combat, he let out a terrifying hiss, and the ebony staff was raised and pointed directly at Lallen: "Nagash's gaze!"

Two beams of purple-black black magic light radiated from Ulrich's eyes, hitting Laylen's chest directly, the young baron immediately dodged, and the trunk of the big tree behind him was penetrated by black magic, rotten holes were broken open, several meters away. The tall tree fell suddenly.

   There is even a faint smell of burnt in the air, and the magic of the Necromancer is so powerful that he can be called a master of black magic.

   But in close combat, the Necromancer is completely apprentice level.

  Lyren was not afraid, the original courage of the wolf **** Uric emerged from his body, the surrounding temperature even dropped a few degrees, and frost condensed on his armor.

   met face to face, the hammer head swung, Ulrich retreated in embarrassment, and the necromancer barely drew a bone sword from his tattered black robe to deal with Laylen's attack.

Close combat is by no means good at necromancers, and after two or three strokes, Laylen forced him into danger, ramming a solid hammer into Ulrich's elbow, and the sound of broken bones mixed with the grief of a necromancer. cry.

The milky white light of the Hlam warhammer almost blinded his eyes, and the sound of the warhammer slamming into the air stimulated Ulrich's hearing. The ground, the severe pain in the chest and the suppression of the power of the twin-tailed comet made Ulrich in pain, as if realizing that he was about to end, he let go of the bone sword with a strange cry, and took out a human skin from his body. The reel is torn.

   "Evil spirits entangle!"

The terrifying wind of death blew from the black forest, and dozens of ghostly blue spirit bodies poured out from the human skin scroll. He rushed towards Laylen and greeted him with the curse of the dead. However, before the souls of the spirits touched Laylen's clothes, the dazzling holy light bloomed like a blazing sun.

   "Light of Exile!"

  The fiery light pierced through the spirit bodies of the dead souls, and they were like sandmen disintegrating in front of Lallen, disappearing without a trace in the strong wind.

"How is that possible! I obviously didn't feel any magic wind fluctuations from you! How could you exile the light?!" The power of blessing has extremely high magic resistance, but at least it can delay the speed of the man holding the warhammer in front of him.

"There's no need to explain it to you, honestly go back to your grave." Before the Necromancer could catch his breath, the next second, the incomparable force swung straight towards him, and he subconsciously raised the ebony method The rod, trying to resist, shouted in panic: "No!"

   The fear of dying forced Ulrich to unleash two or three black magics, but the power of blessing flowing around Lallen disintegrated them one by one.

Laylen didn't give him time to repent. Under the tremendous force, Ulrich felt like his whole body was flying in the air like a crow. There was no pain, no sound, and everything was nothing. After two seconds, The necromancer, whose body was completely broken, fell heavily on the ground, completely dead.

  The black magic lost its source, and the undead creatures controlled by the necromancer fell apart instantly, turning into chaotic bones and corpses.

In the outpost outside the Black Forest, the gunpowder smoke filled the main entrance like morning mist, the roaring arrow feathers were shooting, the corpses flooded the trenches outside the fence, skeletons and zombies stacked up into a human wall, climbed upward, and ate the corpses. The ghosts scratched the door frantically.

Ordinary militia teams and apprentice witch hunters can easily deal with a few or even a dozen zombies, while the number of undead creatures over a hundred, mixed with high-threat ghouls and barren tomb guards, only a dozen or twenty people, The situation is very different.

   An invisible wave emanated from the Black Forest, and wherever it passed, the undead stopped moving as if out of control.

  The stubbornly resisting people were preparing for melee combat when the muffled sound of heavy objects falling one after another sounded outside the fence. A few seconds later, the archers on the sentry shouted like the rest of their lives, "We won!"

   "We survived!"

   "Praise the Wolf God! Haha!"

"It's over." Eureka let out a sigh of cold air, and looked ahead calmly. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Laren led the horse out of the deep darkness, holding the reins in one hand and holding the other. A tattered skeleton.

"Lord Lailun!" Adrian and the group of Eternal Knights immediately ran down the fence and went to greet Laylen's return. The soldiers stationed in the garrison were also very excited. Is rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Adrian, and you, call your people and burn all these corpses." Laren, who walked in from the door, said to the veteran captain, and then he looked at Eureka: "A fleeing The long-standing necromancer took a little effort, but now, the problem has been solved."

"clear!"

   "Follow your orders!" Adrian, the veteran captain, and more than a dozen others followed Laren's order and left the outpost.

   In the long night, these undead creatures only temporarily lost control, but they are still very likely to stand up again, and burning them early is the best solution.

"Tonight, everyone including me, thank you for your victory." Eureka raised her lips, walked to the corpse, and squatted down on one knee. The witch hunter recognized the identity of the necromancer. : "A badge of the Imperial Academy of Wizards, a fallen wizard apprentice, an ebony staff, and this face...that's right, he's Ulrich, the one who fled to Dracowald The forest has been pursued by the Knights of the Holy Sigmar, a wizard apprentice for more than 20 years."

   "No wonder this old guy's voice is half dead." Laylen nodded: "What did he do that he was wanted by your witch hunters?"

"Deliberately murdering, poisoning, stealing the treasures of the Wizarding Academy..." Eureka said flatly: "These are small things, the most important point, there is evidence that he and vampires planned together, and the Holy Sigma Knights It is rumored that Ulrich had read one of the nine volumes of Nagash, and his original magical attainments could not have reached the level he is now, and now it seems that the rumors are true."

   "Nine scrolls of Nagash, that kind of thing really exists?" Lallen was very interested in this.

  The legendary supreme necromancer, undead natural disaster, and the immortal Nagash, the nine volumes he left behind are called the secrets of the undead, and the entire mortal world is looking for the whereabouts of the long-lost nine volumes.

"Of course, as far as I know, one of the nine volumes of Nagash is sealed in the Hall of Relics below the Cathedral of Justice, and His Highness Walkma has been working on searching for the nine volumes and trying to bring them back to the cathedral for seal. Eureka paused, focusing on rummaging through the necromancer's relics: "But the reason Ulrich was able to access one of the nine volumes was Egrim van Horst. Man's sake."

   "Egrim?" Lallen asked suspiciously. He really didn't expect that a small necromancer could be involved in so many major events and characters.

"Egrim Van Horstman, the former Supreme Light Mage of the Imperial Academy of Wizards, he was once the smartest, most talented, and most magically accomplished Light Mage." Eureka tried to explain to Lallen Dao: "The church records that Egrim's thirst for knowledge and power is beyond the scope of what he can bear, so he gradually tried to contact the dark evil god, and relied on the identity of the light mage to enter the light pyramid of the light academy, Nearly half of the Pyramid of Light was destroyed while stealing several sealed evils, and Egrim's escape also affected Ulrich, causing the latter to defect soon after."

   "That's really a coincidence..." Laylen raised his brows, scratched the back of his head, and glanced at the broken corpse of the Necromancer: "Did I... miss a lot of information?"

"... um." Eureka was noncommittal, and shook her head regretfully: "Ulrich is just an insignificant pawn, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get key information. Fortunately, the church's wanted him has always been on the list. It can still be exchanged for a huge bounty.”

   "Haha, it sounds like we were witch hunters who took over the mission, hurried over and grabbed the target that was hit and killed." Laylen chuckled.

The fire outside the    outpost was relit, and Adrian and the others threw the corpses into the fire one by one, crackling as it burned.

   Eureka glanced at him and said plainly, "I was originally a witch hunter."

   "Uh.... I mean, we... are like witch hunters." Lallen tried to explain, but he found that the more he explained, the more he couldn't explain it, so he closed his mouth.

The witch hunter ignored him. Eureka took out a silver thorn from the witch hunter's coat, then unscrewed a holy water bottle. Entering the heart of the necromancer, a scorched black gas came out of it, and there was a sizzling sound.

"The Necromancer is soaked in black magic. His body is what we often call a half-dead. The flames cannot completely burn him clean. When the magic wind gathers, he will stand up again like a wild zombie, a resurrected dead man. Spirit mages are more difficult to deal with." As Eureka said, she pulled out a silver dagger and cut it towards the neck of the corpse.

  '"What are you doing?" Lallen asked incredulously.

"You only need his head to receive the bounty. The body is a burden." When the skin was cut, some stench of black blood bulged out from the blade. Lika didn't have any mood swings, but the next second, the silver dagger in her hand had a break in the middle: "Undead magic... I need a magic weapon."

"It's really troublesome, can't I just smash him with a hammer?" Laylen sighed, and was about to swing the warhammer, but was stopped by Eureka, the witch hunter calmly said: "Kisley According to the tradition of husbands, all hunted prey must be cut with a dagger by hand."

   "Okay, okay, a magic dagger, I have one." After that, Laren took out the obsidian dagger he had been carrying around and handed it over.

   "The material of obsidian... The pattern craftsmanship... This is the dagger given to you by the wood elves?" After taking it, Eureka looked around and asked in surprise.

   "Yeah." Laylen nodded.

   He hadn't seen the original owner of this dagger for a long time.

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