Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Seeing Duff leading a team of bloody warriors down the fortress wall, Michelle couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to join the battle with a little eagerness.

Then he immediately remembered that he didn't even have the most ordinary zombie refining, and the offensive undead magic he learned was only two or three corrosive toxin-like spells, and it was still a range attack that was not distinguished between the enemy and the enemy, so it was easy to accidentally hurt. Friendly forces.

"The necromancer without zombies and corpse puppets is not suitable for participating in cluster combat..."

Michelle still felt shocked when watching these well-trained soldiers using powerful attack magic weapons and exerting crushing attacks on the evil orcs who came across the river.

Another colleague who was specially approved to come to the outpost of the River Valley also climbed to the wall at this moment, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that ordinary people could also manipulate magic weapons and cause such terrible damage to the enemies of alien races..."

"What is the principle of this weapon made by Lord? I can only feel the faint magic fluctuation in the air, but I can't see how the so-called arrow was shot out, and how it hit the enemy in an instant , directly penetrate the opponent's body."

Michel pointed to the corpse of an evil orc who was closest to them, "Look at his head, although he wore a metal helmet, he was still pierced from the front and back. I'm afraid even the secret crossbow of the Alchemy Secret Society can't achieve it. To such a strong penetration.”

Moreover, the magic weapon bow arrows in these soldiers did not seem to need to stop and recharge, and they completely abandoned the process of pulling bows and arrows, and the hit rate was terrible.

"Captain Duff said they had only trained for less than two years, which was incredible."

Although he was not from a fiefdom noble family, Michelle and the other spellcasters also knew very well that it would take at least five to eight years for a well-trained archer to be carefully trained by a professional archery coach to achieve the goal of obeying commands on the battlefield The standard of bow volleys, but not everyone can achieve sharp shooting skills. Often, if you can hit four or five shots, you can be considered a skilled player.

But at present, almost all the traumatized parts of these evil orcs were concentrated in fatal parts such as the head and chest, which shows how terrible the combat power of this private army belonging to the lord is.

"They look... they don't need our assistance at all, no! It can be said that these ordinary soldiers don't need the caster to lead them to fight at all." Michelle murmured in a low voice with a little discouraged look.

Whether in terms of the forbidden military style and the tenacious soldier will, or the powerful power given to them by the weapons in their hands, these mortals are already in some sense no different from the mage teams casting in clusters.

If this magic gun that can be manipulated by ordinary people is turned around to deal with the high caster... Michelle narrowed his eyes and was a little afraid to continue to imagine.

The colleague who followed him also lay on the wall and watched for a while, and said in surprise: "Captain Duff has finished packing the giant corpse puppet beast that rushed to the front line!"

Michelle then came to his senses and looked downwards - the huge suture corpse puppet like a small hill was tightly bound by several thick chains attached to a large number of frost ice crystals, and The skull and neck side of the head, whose body size was completely different, was deeply inserted into a long knife with burning flames all over the body, nailing its head to the ground.

"These bloodline warriors are all high-level!"

"Not bad, and very good at team combat, and cooperates in a very close way."

The first wave of tentative attacks of evil orcs soon ended. There were scattered corpses of evil orcs on the river beach, and more than a thousand evil orc warriors who came across the river, only a few dozen fled back in a panic. After rushing into the dense forest, he disappeared.

The blood flowing everywhere on the battlefield caused a fog to rise on the frozen river surface and the land. Soldiers in the trenches of the river beach front emerged and began to carry out aftermath work on the battlefield, searching for evil orc prisoners who had not yet died on the spot.

It's time for us to show up!

Michelle and his colleagues looked at each other excitedly and rushed out of the fortress.

...

"Sir Duff! Chief Duff!"

The orc officer was squatting on a giant corpse puppet beast nailed to the ground with a knife. Hearing the shouts of the spellcaster running from afar, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled at his soldiers, "Look, they are here." I was so anxious that we would eat these dead things."

The soldier beside him frowned and said, "Boss, do you really want to hand over these corpses to them and transport them back to the territory? That's not to be rotten or stinky to death."

"The spellcasters of their sect like to study these things. Lord Lord said, let them go."

Michelle and the others rushed closer, approached Duff with joy, and looked down at the giant corpse puppet with a large body with a much more ordinary appearance.

Dafu smiled and said, "Two wizards, although they promised to catch a living person for you, who knew that this thing was originally a dead thing. After the evil orc priest hiding on the other side evacuated, it looked like it was about to fall apart. It's ".

Michelle said ecstaticly, "It's okay! It's okay! I know it's dead... As long as it's transported back to the territory, we have ways to make it come alive!"

After saying that, he woke up like a dream, looked around the battlefield, and said earnestly to Duff: "Captain Duff, in addition to this, please do not execute those evil orc prisoners who have not yet died... Let's send it to the territory! "

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The colleague took the opportunity to add, "Well... we need some dead bodies too. As long as the bodies are intact, we will try to transport as many as possible."

Duff smacked his tongue, stuffed the long-extinguished cigarette into his huge nostrils to block the stench from the corpse puppets, and stretched out two thick fingers to gesture to Michelle and the others.

"Two war beast vehicles can only give you so many. No soldiers are willing to ride in a vehicle carrying dead people."

That can barely transport nearly a hundred dead bodies and captives... Michelle and his companions were secretly delighted. Taking advantage of the severe winter in the northern wilderness, they could build a corpse cave outside the lord's territory to store corpses and properly place these hard-earned living corpse materials.

Moreover, this corpse puppet giant beast can also be regarded as a trophy for the two of them, and it will become an important receptor for their subsequent experimental research. This opportunity to come to the river valley outpost with great difficulty has brought them rich rewards!

Michelle took out a pair of thin silk gloves from the wizard's pocket and put them on. He couldn't help but caress the huge corpse in front of him. He couldn't help but imagine... the scientific research institute that the lord promised to be exclusively for their necromancers.

"The northern wasteland... Lord Harvey's pioneering territory... is simply a paradise for necromancers to live forever and explore the truth of magic!"