Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 161 The Weird and the Words of the Dead

They were careless, their bloodthirsty but foolishness had been driven down some dark path by the bloody act of torturing the weak for so long.He didn't check carefully the wounds on the horse that were much more damaging than the crossbow bolts, nor did he check the black blood flowing on the ground.They were just looking for the three boys running away like rabbits, their bloodshot eyeballs filled with nothing even the moment before the black noose was wrapped around their necks.

Nia stood in the woods like a tree.Her branches are stained with sinful blood, soaking the soil.The twilight light shining on her through the leaves, she is like a treacherous and holy cross, offering final relief to the terminally ill sin.

This was just the expression of the inner thoughts of the three people hiding behind the bushes, because the scene was too shocking, even after a quarter of an hour, no one wanted to come out, definitely not because they were frightened.Especially when Nia's eyes swept over, the bush where the three of them were squatting visibly trembled.

"Lyle, did you tremble just now? Look at your prospects, you were frightened by your clone."

"Fuck, it was obviously Kevin who pushed me, and he was the one who shook! You have to be considerate of the weak noble boy."

"This is slander, William pushed me! I have been hunting all year round, and I have a great body, unlike this weak mage, who has no strength in his thin arms!"

"I didn't shake! I... I was just disturbed by the magic power of my runaway, yes, I was too excited! You see! It's all to blame." Kevin took out his half-frozen body The palm is shown.

"It's just my powerful magic power interfering."

Until the end, the three teenagers felt ashamed, and they walked out of the bushes at the same time.

Kevin turned back, "Remember, Lyle, we are not afraid, it is all William's magic interference."

Lyle turned back, "Remember, William, we are not afraid, it is all your magic interference."

William looked back, but there was no one there.

He raised the ice cube on his palm, "It's all your fault."

"Gulu! Nia is the best!" Nia excitedly shook the last corpse on her tentacles. It was a man with a scarred face. Opened bottle of champagne.

"Enough, stop, let go, you are the best!" Lyle comforted Nia, and the three approached.

Lyle leaned over and began to examine their bodies.

The cause of death was excessive blood loss from the carotid artery, and maybe suffocation, Lyall was not sure, because one of the poor guys' necks were twisted into hemp ropes.

Their faces are very haggard, their eyes still have panic, their skin is rough, and their bodies smell bad. They seem to have been in the wild for quite a long time, and their eyeballs are bloodshot, but if it is just suffocation, it should be more than that.Looking into their eyes, Lyle felt like he was missing something, but couldn't remember.

"Kevin, come and take a look." Lyle called the lucky star of the team, and he pointed to the robber's eyes, "Kevin, can you see what's wrong? I feel like I'm missing something."

Kevin stretched forward, palms stroking the small curly beard on his chin.After pondering, he suddenly realized, "I thought of it, Lyle, they are like you!"

Lyle's face darkened for a moment, "Are you pumped, brother?"

"I mean, they're a lot like what you used to be, remember the Eiffel second-year finals?"

"Remember, I studied all night for three days and three nights, and the total score of the test was the same as yours. The reason was that you got the answer right."

"It's not about the test results, it's about you staying up all night and you notice that this person has dark circles, they just put soot on them. They must have been up all night, even longer than you have. That's the key."

"The point is, why do these desperadoes who lick blood on the tip of their knives choose to stay up all night. What are they guarding against at night?"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows, God knows what he knows and I don't know, you know, dead people can..." Kevin paused, thinking of something, and looked at Lyle.

Lyle also said the next words as he expected.

"The dead can speak."

Driven by grim spells and cold magic, the souls of these hell-dwellers are requisitioned once more.

The body shriveled from blood loss twitched, and with the crackling sound of joints twisting in the flesh, the scar-faced bandit got up again.

He looked around with dry eyeballs, and his eyes stayed on Lyle. It was not like Lyle's revived corpse with a different vitality in the past. This corpse was more like an idiot, or a patient who had received severe mental stimulation.

"How many of you guys are there?"

The corpse's teeth were biting, and a broken tip of the tongue fell out of the mouth.

"Fifty, sixty?" The weird corpse spat out Amo language. Fortunately, Lyle was a top student in the Necromantic Department, so it didn't affect normal communication.

"Why don't you sleep at night, what are you afraid of?"

The corpse lowered its head, and the voice in its mouth was like a mosquito. Just when Lyle was about to listen closely, the corpse seemed to lose control. He threw himself at Lyle, but was quickly pierced by Nia's tentacles. The tentacles pinned him to the ground, and he was still writhing manically, "Crazy! All crazy! The sky is crazy! The land is crazy! The animals are crazy! People are crazy! Hamlet! Crazy! We are all crazy It's time to die!"

The facial features of the scar-faced corpse began to distort, and with a bang, his head turned into a burst watermelon.

The headless corpse immediately became peaceful and became a puppet in Lyle's hands.

"Lyle, are you okay? What's the matter? You seem surprised?"

"The head of the corpse exploded!"

Kevin covered his mouth in surprise, "Isn't that normal? I thought it was you who caused the explosion."

"How come, didn't you hear the string of crazy words he said just now? He lost control."

"Crazy talking? But I can't understand what he said, I just heard dark and weird syllables."

"Sorry, I forgot, you don't understand Amo."

Kevin was at a loss, and he leaned in front of William, "Do you mystics still have to know a foreign language?"

William shook his head, "I don't know any foreign languages. Magic itself belongs to human beings. But it's understandable that Lyle can speak the language of the dead. He is a necromancer, and he often has to deal with the dead. Amo language, probably their necromancers It's another name for the mage to speak the language of the dead. After all, no one wants others to know that they can speak the language of the dead."

"The language of the dead? Elmo?" Lyle stared straight at William with his eyes wide open.

"You must know that the mantras and languages ​​you recite are the languages ​​of the dead. According to the legend, every living person belongs to their own country and has their own language. But after they die, all Belonging to the goddess of death, the dead are grouped together. The language of the dead is the language that the goddess of death teaches her subjects. No matter where you are born, when you die, your soul will use the language of the dead as your mother tongue , and the language you learn in memory is the second and third language. The language of the dead has the magic power of the goddess of death, and any creature that recites it will gradually move closer to death."

"These are all the information I collected through different channels. After all, my friend is a necromancer. In the end, you don't know? You know, your so-called Amo language will affect your body. "

Lyle knelt on the ground, and the information was even more treacherous than the shock he had received before.

"Mr. Dragon, never told me this. Amoi is Andry's first official language..."

(End of this chapter)