"Hide!" Xia Zuo's voice changed. He had seen cannons, not in the attacks and killings of Edward and Ryan, but in the war between the Kingdom of Noma and the Apolli. It was amazingly powerful, even more than that of the advanced magicians. Now it was so close that his soul flew away.

With a loud "boom", countless shotguns were covered in a short range of just a few feet like rain. No one could react. Colin and Dyna were the first to be hit. Even if Dyna was a zombie, they could not resist it. Dyna was even more crushed. Not only did Colin have many blood holes on his body, but his head was like a watermelon, with red and white spray everywhere, obviously not alive.

In this shot, three of the five people died, Colin, Devin and Joanna, and Shazo escaped death because Joanna was blocking her, but she was also seriously injured and was not far from death.

Because of Xia Zuo's reminder, Bunifa instinctively activated the magic, but it was still too late. As soon as the earth wall rose, the heavy rain shotgun had arrived. He had no chance to protect others. Moreover, he was also hit by several shots. What was hateful was that there were countless shotguns. Wang Qinian was not equipped with an iron ball, but countless shotguns. He felt that his vitality was passing by quickly.

The hatred in his heart, hating the Lich Nichlus Andrew was too despicable and shameless to fight in a man's way, and set up such a trap to capture them all in one go.

He squatted down, carried Xia Zuo on his back, turned around and ran away. Before he stood up, he heard a voice saying softly: "Can you run away?"

The eyes suddenly darkened, as if the Forgetful Kingdom was coming, and countless bat-like monsters swarmed up, projecting the hell!

"Go away!" Xia Zuo used all his strength and struggled hard, pulled Bonifa back, jumped up, and the big sword in his hand flashed, and rushed towards the bat: "Go away, avenge us!"

The bat surged up and swallowed him instantly. Seeing this, Bunifa knew that he would not leave, and it would be meaningless for everyone to die. He roared, took out a magic scroll from his arms, tore it apart, and snatched it with his hands on the wound, keeping his awakening. The water light in his body flashed, suddenly accelerated, rushed out of the castle, and headed towards the far away.

The magic scroll burst out with light, and the ground quickly freezes, forming an ice wall. However, after the ice wall is formed, it seems that hell is coming and is melting quickly. Countless bats flew out quickly, and the darkness also expanded rapidly, like a ball of dark fog. Many white bone skeletons appeared in the middle, as well as white bone animals, such as mammoths. They expanded to more than a mile outside the castle under the dark fog before they stopped expanding, and various skeletons patrolled them.

Wang Qinian did not consider following the rules of this world, so he would not carry forward the spirit of chivalry. It is important to save his life. It is a pity that Xia Zuo and others cannot help but say that they are masters. Wang Qinian had the upper hand from the beginning, first attacking with the Lich Howl. The Lich Howl was used in a narrow space, and it even more powerful. Then he used Dana as a zombie. The other party was really stunned. This was enough. Then he launched an attack with the bronze cannon behind the door. The space was narrow and it worked in one fell swoop.

Finally, he used the hell projection to clean up the mess, and the hell projection to allude hell. Although it is not a real hell, it is also impressive. Moreover, this magic can last for two or three months, and fall into hell around the castle. For Wang Qinian, he was a lich. In this environment, he was like a fish in water. He was preparing for the deacons of the Inquisition.

Looking at the bumpy pits on the ground and on the wall, this was left by artillery fire, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and few people on the ground were human. Joanna opened her eyes, covered in blood, and died with her eyes open. The same was true for the others. Xia Zuo was killed by a bat, leaving only a skeleton. Wang Qinian looked at their clothes and said that this should be a group of mercenaries.

But Bunifa left in a flash, and his speed was so fast that he didn't even keep up with the expansion of the projection of hell. When Wang Qinian recalled it, he could no longer see the shadow. Wang Qinian was stunned for a while, and after he recalled it, he chased him out.

He has never left the castle in this world. Today is his first time out of the castle. Hell projection is a dangerous place for others, but for Wang Qinian, it can increase his own fierce flames and increase his power by 10% or 20%.

He left the hell projection area, and Bunifa disappeared. Wang Qinian looked around and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. Wang Qinian suddenly felt that his nose was very good, and he actually smelled the smell. A picture formed in his mind. Bunifa's back fleeing in a panic. Is this unique to the lich? Wang Qinian didn't know that there was no such thing in his memory, and he was like a dog's nose.

What Wang Qinian didn't know was that this was not owned by Lichs. Lichs were equivalent to dead people to a certain extent. How could dead people have a sense of smell and be so sensitive?

Wang Qinian followed the smell and one hour later, he saw a camp. He sniffed it. A corpse was lying in the camp. Wang Qinian felt familiar. When he got closer, he was stunned. Although the body had shrunk and had been sucked into his vitality, and a look of horror appeared on his face, Wang Qinian still vaguely recognized that he was Tao De.

Wang Qinian didn't expect that he would die in this place. Not only did he frown, did he leave with Alan? Why did he get along with the mercenaries? Was he taking the initiative or being forced? Wang Qinian didn't know that he was dead, or should he not expose the corpse in the wilderness. Thinking of this, Wang Qinian chanted a spell, the earth cracked, and black smoke rose from the cracks in the ground, swallowing the body.

Look at the sky, the sun has hidden in the dark clouds and the air is dull.

It was time to hurry up. Wang Qinian sniffed again. Bonifa's vital signs were obviously stronger. He continued to track them and soon arrived at a river. Wang Qinian looked at the river water and the smell had dissipated. It was obvious that he had crossed the river. Wang Qinian was about to cross the river and tried his luck. It was raining lightly in the sky, and soon the rain became heavier. Wang Qinian had to turn around and pass by the river. With the rain, the smell had long disappeared, but the other party could not live long, and he was seriously injured.

Bunifa's heart was full of hatred, and he didn't think about it. In fact, he had nothing to do with Wang Qinian. However, because of greed, the Wolf-Tooth Mercenary Group was over, and the six people survived him. His life was not long. Although he absorbed Tao's vitality, he could not live in his body. He was exhausted.

He killed Tao De, and when he saw Tao De's fear before his death, somehow aroused a sense of revenge in his heart. He finally couldn't walk anymore and had entered the mountain. There was no people here. Looking at a cave in front of him, the entrance was covered with vines, which almost completely covered the entrance. He smiled bitterly, now it was full of hatred that supported him.

He is a necromancer. Although necromancers in the world are discriminated against, no one is calling for them. The current wizards basically believe in the Creator Bishop on the surface. Belief in magic is a kind of gift of gods. Although the Creator Bishop does not pursue the magician, after the magician believes in the Creator, he also found that magic can still be used. The Creator Bishop proposed that there is only the only true god in the world, which is the Creator, and the others are false gods. The Creator did not deny everything and absorbed other sects. However, his god was transformed into an angel. The Creator is above everything. It is one, the origin, the beginning and the end, and the final god. This natural god worshipped by all things in ancient times has risen to the height of philosophy. The Creator is actually a philosophical god, the ultimate incarnation of truth.

There is only one way now. Like the Lich Nichlus Andrew, he transformed into a lich. He didn't want to die. If he died, how could he avenge Nichlus Andrew? He found a good reason in his heart. He had a hard time dying since ancient times. Although as a necromancer, he was not unfamiliar with transforming into a lich, he needed to prepare a lot of things, such as the life box. He did not prepare temporarily and he was about to die.

Everything foreshadowed that Bonifa would die. He was helpless and unwilling to give up. He dragged his body to death and braved the rain to enter the cave.

It suddenly became dark in the cave and could only wait for death in this place. He had no choice but to sit on the ground, and blood was still oozing out of his body.

His eyes suddenly froze. There was an altar in the cave, with a statue of the god Hadil on the stage and a life box. In front of the altar, there was a white bone. God helped me! Bunifa was overjoyed and checked everything with trembling. He took out some things from the storage ring and offered them in front of the altar. He carefully checked them. All aspects of the magic circle were intact.

He ran to the magic circle in front of the altar and sang strange tones. The black fog on his body was filled with fog around him, and the sound sounded, as if ghosts and gods were moaning sadly.

The chanting sound became more rapid, and the black fog had begun to take shape. A figure was forming. The foggy face looked painful and ferocious. Bunifa, who was kneeling on the ground, continued to flow into the foggy shadow. Now as the black foggy continued to dissipate, the person gradually became skin and bones, and the wound on his body was shrinking.

Suddenly he screamed, and black light flashed in the life box. The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Only the thunder outside was rumbling, and the black air flowed into the life box like a river flowing back, suddenly flowing into the life box.

The Lich was transformed successfully, and the rain outside gradually stopped. It was already dusk. He moved his body, but his body felt nothing, as if the body was not his own, just like a piece of clothing, and he was cold all around him.

He put away the life box, and now he knew that the lich and necromancer are qualitative differences. The lich has been completely transformed into the aura of the undead, and other magic systems have lost their function. Necromancers cannot compare with the lich in terms of purity or quantity of necromancers. He used to think that the lich was nothing great, but he was very wrong. The lich was a lich.

He then realized how wrong it was for a mercenary group to settle the score with a lich. He calmed down suddenly. Now he is a lich or a very low-level lich. I don’t know what level Nichlus Andrew is, and the level is probably not much higher than himself. Will he take revenge now?
Chapter completed!