Knock Down That Tower

Eric was picked up abruptly and carried to the face of the black-robed skeleton.

In the dark night, Eric faced a terrifying scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to let out an instinctive cry of fear.

But for some reason, Eric opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

It doesn't seem so scary.

On his tender face, he looked unusually calm.

In this way, Eric was carried by the tall black-robed skeleton in his hand and walked towards Bansirene.

Soon, Eric saw a man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

After seeing Eric, Bansirion instantly showed a look of surprise on his face.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, opened his hands involuntarily, and the eyes in his eyes were expectant and clear: "It's still a child!"

"I seem to have found a very good student..."

Bansirene stretched out his hands and took Eric from the hands of the black-robed skeleton.

Eric remained motionless, showing no sign of resistance.

Eric saw clearly, he knew that he had no capital to resist in front of this man and this strange skeleton frame.

If you do something forcibly, I am afraid that you may be killed on the spot.

"This child does have the potential to become a necromancer..."

Bansirion looked at the unusually calm Eric, and the anticipation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

In fact, becoming a necromancer is not easy.

Other mages manipulate the power of natural elements. When their own talent is extremely compatible with the power of natural elements, they can become an extraordinary magist after deliberate guidance or even non-deliberate exploration.

But necromancers are different, this extraordinary professional group, the way to obtain power is to use living creatures as the carrier. Converting life energy into undead energy, and to some extent against the forces of nature, can be regarded as the flip side of the aphasia.

To become a necromancer, what you need is not the induction and fit of extraordinary elements, but the degree of immunity to the necromantic power itself.

Those who do not have the talent to become a necromancer will gradually be devoured by this life-corrupting energy when facing the power of a necromancer. Even if they were told how to become a necromancer, they would still be devoured by this energy.

Only those who are naturally immune to necromancy can qualify as necromancers. But there are very few people with this qualification, so it is quite difficult to become a necromancer. Even among the extraordinary, necromancers are a relatively rare group.

The necromantic spell that Bansirion had just displayed made the entire population of Fandoutun shrouded in necromantic power. Although it would take two hours for Bansirion's spell to complete, their vitality had already begun to be slowly eroded.

Eric was different. He broke free from the tiredness of the dark undead mana, and even felt hot all over.

"Son, what's your name?"

Bansirion stroked Eric's head and said softly.

It's just that his thin face, pale skin, and deep-set eyes made him look a little intimidating in the night.

"My name is Alec."

Eric looked directly into Bansirene's eyes, and there were still no emotional fluctuations in the clear eyes.

Seeing the calm Eric, Bansirion grinned slightly, revealing white and even Mori's teeth.

This child seems to be born to become a necromancer.

Necromancers are not like other superhumans and magicians, and have high requirements for supernatural talents. It only requires professionals to be immune to the erosion of necromantic power. The promotion of necromancers is more dependent on the spirit of persistent exploration and assiduous research on living bodies. This group is more like paranoid scientists.

"Would you like to be my student?"

Bansirion suddenly remembered the first time he picked up a book and taught those noble children.

It was the most memorable moment of his life, and now he has the pleasure of imparting knowledge again.

"This requires the consent of the Baron."

Alec thought for a moment, and then responded to Banselien.

"Lord Baron?"

Bansirion was stunned for a moment. He hadn't thought for a while that this little boy from the plantation village could have any connection with the noble baron.

"The baron you said is Willy Phelan?"

Bansirion seemed to remember something. Before he came to the northwest frontier, he had read similar information.

It seems that the young baron named Willy Phelan seems to have made his fortune in a place called Fandoutun.

"Yes, it's Willy Phelan!"

Suddenly, a strange man's voice came from Bansirion's ear.

Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of sharp sword energy roaring to his side, as if the next moment, he would be able to cut himself in half.

But Bansirion didn't have any worries, instead he was a little surprised: "Great Knight?"

With a bang.

I saw the black-robed skeleton beside Bansirion, his figure suddenly flashed, and he ran directly behind Bansirion.

He waved one sleeve, the white bone palm flipped instantly, and a bone knife suddenly popped out from the white bone forearm.

The bone knife is attached to its bones, with some silvery-white metallic luster on it.

With a single wave of the bone knife in its hand, it directly shattered the flying frost sword energy.

"Lord Baron?"

At this time, Eric had already seen Willy who was approaching from the darkness.

At this moment, Willy, holding the cross sword that Eric personally forged and gave to him, approached Banselien step by step.

"Are you, Willy Phelan? Baron of White Bear?"

At this moment, Bansirion turned around and saw Willy who was approaching.

After thinking about it, he guessed Willy's approximate identity.

He used Frost Dou Qi, so he would not be a member of the Knights of the Holy Light. Moreover, the Knights of the Holy Light will not send such a young genius knight to such a dangerous mission to act alone.

Thinking of Willy's age and the information he had obtained before, he determined Willy's identity.

"Your Excellency Bansirion."

There was a strong undisguised murderous intent in Willy's eyes.

When approaching Fandoutun, Willy had already sensed that it was enveloped by a mana that he had never seen before.

This mana exudes a vicious and corrosive feeling that seems to stand on the opposite side of life.

Although it is only a primary mage, but from the texture structure of mana fluctuations, this necromancer is casting a mass necromantic spell on Fandoutun. If it wasn't for the foreshadowing of Veria's dream, he would come and say After some time, Fandoutun will experience the most terrifying thing.

This kind of behavior, Willy still can not tolerate.

In the current Fandou Village, there are his own parents, as well as Lao Yueer and other former subordinates of the villagers. In the face of this kind of person who wants to hurt them, Willy will naturally not be merciful.

Willy clenched the cross sword in his hand, ready to launch a deadly attack on the necromancer.

But at this time, he didn't dare to act rashly, because Eric was there beside Banselien.

Although he heard secretly just now that Bansirion wanted to take Eric as a student, he was not sure whether Eric would be affected in the battle between the two.

"Eric, kid, go back to sleep first."

But beyond Willy's expectations, the necromancer also seemed to be worried about Eric's safety.

"Alec, go back."

Willy also said something to Eric.

Eric first glanced at Willy, then at Bansirion, and finally walked silently towards the yard of Faerun's house.

In fact, he really wanted to help Lord Baron defeat the enemy together, but he also knew very well that he was neither Colson nor Volibear, and staying here was taking off Lord Baron's hind legs.

"What an obedient child..."

Bansirion muttered to himself, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Willy, the softness in his eyes was slowly replaced by indifference.

Bansirion sensed Willy's killing intent.

"superior!"

Bansirion suddenly gave an order.

The black-robed skeleton rushed towards Willy instantly, without any hesitation, the sharp bone knife slashed in the air, shooting out black sword energy.

But this sword qi is not fighting qi, but undead mana.

At the same time, Bansirion waved his bone staff, and rounds of black light balls appeared around him. Bone arrows and dark fireballs stained with the power of necromancy burst out.

These are the most basic spells of necromancers.

In the face of Bansereon's attack, Willy's expression did not change.

At the same time as the fighting qi in his body was churning, the power of justice also emerged in his body instantly.

Although it only has the power of two quarters, it is enough to offset the magic damage of those basic spells.

"The power of justice! He is the Hanged Man!"

Originally, Bansirion still looked calm and relaxed. Although he was a little injured, the necromancer was still very confident in dealing with Willy when facing a young junior high knight.

But when Willy's identity as the Hanged Man was revealed, he felt a sense of surprise.

Although it is only at the level of two quarters, the power of justice gave him a kind of fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The power of justice is the nemesis of all malicious power.

"Can a hanged man become a noble lord?"

Bansirion's original indifference was put away and replaced by the suppressed undead power.

The current Bansirion just wanted to get rid of Willy as quickly as possible.

The power of justice that was exclusively reserved for the Hanged Man really made him feel frightened and disgusted.

"Damn Hanged Man, go to hell!"

Bansirene waved the bone staff, and the power of the undead rushed to the black-robed skeleton from his side.

Ka Ka Ka!

I saw the black-robed skeleton, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly smashing the black robe on his body.

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