A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 12 Calling Creditors
"Okay, it's my turn."

"Reinhardt." Perhaps he should not be called Reinhardt now. Anyway, the humanoid creature who used to be Reinhardt raised his sword.

"You guys never listen to me and always ignore me."

The fat man roared, and under his control, the zombies moved again and killed Reinhardt.

"They are all bad people and they all deserve to die."

The fat man looked extremely angry, and the necromancy energy began to gather as he prepared a new spell.

It was a fourth-level spell. As long as this spell was cast, the evil man who killed his lovely pet would die.

Although with his current strength, such a fourth-level spell requires a long casting time and can only be cast once a day.

But he couldn't care less about all that now. He just wanted the guy in front of him who had killed his pet and ignored his words to die in great pain.

Of course, "Reinhardt" also felt the undead energy gathering around the fat man. He calmly swung his sword, cut off the head of the zombie blocking his way, and walked towards the fat man in the distance.

The sound of vomiting came from behind "Reinhardt". The impact of the scene in front of her was too strong and beyond Lannia's psychological endurance.

"It's barely enough time."

His decision was correct. A dead snake jumped out of the fat man's wound. If he had hesitated for a moment, two more bloody holes would have appeared on his neck.

The two zombies in front of him had turned into pieces on the ground and could no longer move to stop "Reinhardt".

The long sword in "Reinhardt's" hand pierced the fat man's body.

The feeling from the sword was not like piercing a human body. "Reinhardt" drew out the sword and quickly stepped back. From the corner of his eye, he saw that there was no blood on his sword.

"One and a half minutes to go."

"One minute and ten seconds."

"vomit."

These long-dead creatures began to move and slowly crawled out from the cracks in their skin.

But the man seemed to feel no pain at all and continued to cast his spell. The two zombies also ignored themselves and pounced on "Reinhardt".

After dodging the attacks of two zombies behind him, "Reinhardt" quickened his pace. He had no time to waste on these zombies.

The fat man did not dodge, and the crossbow arrow hit him and pierced his skin.

"Reinhardt" turned around and rushed towards the fat man in the distance. For him now, it was not a difficult task to kill a mage who was unprotected.

Two crossbow arrows flew past him and shot towards the fat man in front. Lannia had recovered some mobility and launched an attack first.

"Two and a half minutes to go."

"Something's wrong."

"One minute and twenty seconds."

The body began to feel heavy, and the side effects of forcibly using strength beyond one's limit began to appear. Tiny cracks appeared on the bones and several muscles were torn.

The fat man's skin gradually cracked, and what was revealed beneath the skin was not fat, but a bunch of curled up, rotten animals.

Reinhardt had to turn around and deal with the two zombies that attacked from behind. These two zombies were at least level 5 fighters, and his current body could not ignore the attacks of enemies of this level.

I can't count on her for now.

The undead spirits that crawled out of the fat man rushed towards Reinhardt.

These undead spirits are not very powerful, only about level three in strength. For the current "Reinhardt", these guys do not pose a real threat.

However, the vitality of these undead was so strong that even if their heads were chopped off, they could still stagger to the severed heads, reattach their heads, and then pounce on "Reinhardt" again.

Under the reckless attack of these undead, "Reinhardt" was actually entangled for a while.

"Thirty seconds."

Time is running out. Soon, this body will stop functioning due to using more power than its limit. "There is no other way. A few more wounds are better than losing your life."

"Reinhardt" no longer paid attention to the undead creatures that pounced on him. He only used the shield to protect a few key parts, and then rushed towards the fat man.

Maybe we shouldn't call him fat man anymore. After the undead creatures living under his skin crawled out, he now looked like a skeleton with a human skin hanging on it.

This is an image that inexplicably fits the profession of Necromancer.

"Twenty seconds."

Although there were several deep wounds on his back that could be seen to the bone, Reinhardt did rush to the Necromancer. The next moment, the long sword pierced the Necromancer's heart.

The Necromancer spat out a mouthful of blood. Even for him, this was a serious injury enough to make him temporarily unable to move.

"Reinhardt" drew his sword and slashed at the necromancer's neck.

"Ten seconds, this is the final blow."

"Reinhardt" was ultimately a step too slow, and the necromancer's spell was completed.

"The ultimate decay technique."

Reinhardt's body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body, which had already exceeded its limit, could no longer support itself and he collapsed.

Only the long sword in his hand seemed unwilling to give up, and continued to chop at the necromancer's neck.

It did hit, and the sword got stuck in the necromancer's neck and failed to cut it off.

"I'm so tired. Why is the reaction this time bigger than last time?"

Reinhardt regained control of his body.

"Sorry, I messed up."

The long sword in his hand seemed a little low.

"Ha, you scared me to death, you bad guys."

The necromancer pulled the sword off his neck. His condition was not much better than Reinhardt's, but at least he could still move, and those undead creatures still obeyed his commands.

The undead slowly approached Reinhardt. The latest order they received was to kill this warrior who was becoming increasingly older.

A crossbow arrow flew over and shot down an undead rat that pounced on Reinhardt.

Reinhardt's vision had begun to blur. In the blurry vision, he saw Lanya shooting a crossbow arrow at the undead creature that was rushing towards her. Then, she drew the dagger at her waist and rushed over.

"She should run away now."

With Lannia's strength, this would most likely result in her death.

She is just a level 2 ranger.

"The last trump card has been used up."

Reinhardt felt that his life was slipping away quickly with time. Even if the necromancer did nothing, he would soon die of old age.

"Ah, I don't have any strength left. I'm really going to die this time. It's a pity that this mission will fail."

Reinhardt was getting older and his mind was starting to get muddled.

"That dragon's debt has not yet been repaid... Wait a minute!"

"I will help you three times. Just call me and I will appear."

Reinhardt remembered the contract he had made with the dragon.

The next moment, dragon flame engulfed the surrounding undead creatures.

(End of this chapter)