Quick Transmigration: The host is so sweet after being counter-attacked!

Since ancient times, spells to summon legions of the undead have been the most sinister of black arts.

In order to solve this hidden danger, the ancestors of magic tried their best to kill the first-generation black magician who mastered this spell. Hundreds of years have passed, and it is unexpected that there will be remnants.

Norville just thought that he hadn't killed them all before, but it was not the case. This spell was introduced by outsiders, and it was more sinister than the original spell.

The original spell was to kill people directly, but the current spell is to slowly torture and then kill people, the degree is different.

Those men in black kneeling there muttering words are all black magicians.

The bones of the dead in the blood pool had piled up into mountains. His Majesty the Elf King was very angry at their behavior of treating human life like nothing.

Zhu Chu was a step slower, and the weathered sharp blade had already reached every man in black silently, cutting their necks and killing them.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

Zhu Chu opened his mouth, a little surprised: "Don't we need to keep someone to press us?"

Norwell shook his head and explained the reason to her: "Everyone who can become a black magician is a person with a vicious mind. Even if he dies, he is afraid that others will destroy his plan, so he simply set up a ban, and if he is forced to question him, he will directly destroy himself. "

The typical self-death will not make others feel better.

Zhu Chu sighed slightly, pointed to the mess in front of him, and asked, "How should we deal with these?"

"The human world has an office dedicated to dealing with these. I will contact Principal Sligov and ask him to deal with it."

The elves don't have much contact with these things, so it's safer to leave it to professional people.

I don't know how many strongholds like this the Black Mage still have. Before they left, Norville sealed off the place.

Zhu Chu threw down a light purification technique to purify the souls of those innocent dead, appease their grievances, and prevent them from being used later.

They still used teleportation when they went back.

Zhu Chu is staying with Norville now, so it's not suitable for her to go home, so she found a nearby hotel and opened a suite to stay for a while.

Norville wrote a letter to Principal Sligov, using the common language of the wizarding world, with a sharp pen and a beautiful look to the naked eye.

Zhu Chu held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before handing it to Norwell. The letter paper was fluttered by a slight wind and disappeared in the fluctuation of space.

Luo's family is not short of money. Luo's father and mother Luo usually give Luo Chu a lot of pocket money. Zhu Chu's suite actually has two rooms, but only one bathroom.

Seeing His Majesty the Elf King take off the towel and walk towards the bathroom, Zhu Chu blinked: "Are you going to take a bath now?"

They traveled back and forth very quickly, and it's not yet noon. Thinking about it, they might have smelled blood on their bodies before. Are all elves so clean?
Norwell nodded with serious eyes.

It can be seen that it is very disgusting.

Zhu Chu laughed and watched him enter the bathroom before opening the door and going downstairs to order food.

Norville is not suitable to appear in front of outsiders. Although he can hide it with magic, he is probably not too happy about it, so Zhu Chu can only take care of it.
On the second floor of the hotel, there is a front desk where you can order food directly. There is probably no one there at the moment. The young lady is leaning on the recliner and swiping her phone, and the chandelier above her head is quietly on.