Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

87th Emperor, Your Majesty, Long Live (6)

I didn't know what Gizgerai was talking about. Her words have crossed my mind. The same thing happened in front of my eyes.

What was truly remarkable was the appearance of the inside of the pit.

Ogre bones.

Troll bones.

Orc bones.

Human bones.

Thousands of skeletons rush toward the Emperor's cart and guard as the tide rages. A number that seems inadequate to say "eliminate siege."

The giant pit was full of white, and there was only a handful of the Emperor's procession.

The Necromancer forces do not follow her.

He had already arrived a long time ago, and was desperately waiting.

Above all, domination.

Cover yourself with black fog.

Knights without necks sprinkle black energy on their trunks.

Without a face, they testify to their faces with a swinging sword.

“Take the sword of Ser Gilloth! ”

The Black Knight cries out. The cry comes from the throat.

Black Margaery, along with her voice, rushes out of the open throat and envelops the entire body.

They call themselves sers, not sir. It was the way knights called themselves at least two hundred years ago.

Black knights without necks move swiftly between the white bones. Soon after the explosion, you stand on the front line and start swinging your sword at the guards.

I didn't just get beaten up as a guard. Each of the guards is unmanned at its peak. Under no circumstances were they to protect the Emperor.

They wield a sword filled with blue energy. The Wizard of Azura was accompanied by two.

However,

Number one.

There is a shock with the ground turned off.

Shock that goes down and down.

It's hard to handle even a trained knight.

Number two.

The knights fall, and numerous weapons are planted on them.

Number three.

For Durahan and Skeleton Knights, gay moments are desperately looking forward to.

The guards, on the other hand, are an unpredictable moment.

Number four.

On the bottom is a large mandala. I tried to ask Mandara what she meant, but I couldn't.

Gizgerai is walking down the pit.

Pa!

Inside the pit, a spear flies towards her. Destroying and re-destroying skeletons was an endless generation. Therefore, a pitch to the necromancer is a functional judgment.

A powerful javelin made of iron to a spear.

A sharp spear with a slimy energy.

“Nice throw. ”

The necromancer raises its cheeks slightly and smiles coldly.

Gizgerai doesn't avoid the flying spear like he's about to blow his head off right now.

You reach out and grab the flying spear. The captured spear trembles from her hands.

She shakes her spear and turns it upside down. The trembling spear points to the other side.

“I thought you'd be right."

Gizgerai takes a step back. Leaning back, you hurl the spear toward where it flew in. The spear flies fast enough to be invisible. It was like it was exploding.

Hey, hey, hey!

"Did he throw it?

The Spear of Countermeasures toward the Master.

The one in the mythril armor.

Dozens of broken skulls and shattered shields surround him.

He has fallen from the other knights, racing over the waves of white bones on his own.

Blah!

The master of the Mythril Armor barely throws out the spear with his sword. A loud sound rang out.

The commander stumbled upon a strong shock and eventually knelt on one knee. The helmet shakes. Dozens of skeletons and four Durahans flock back to the kneeling master.

The Necromancer ignores the knights now. She walks towards the two wizards. I looked at the wizards.

They seemed relatively healthy.

It seemed to have landed gently using a spell when it crashed. I didn't get hurt.

But it's also embarrassing.

He looked very awkward trying to look like he was in trouble.

The Wizards of Azura.

They carry around a few spells on their stacks. Just stick it out and use it right away.

You should show dignity at any time.

But now I couldn't write as many orders as I wanted. The two elders are confident in the cold and electrostatic families.

Both are in the area.

A situation in which a guard is gracefully tangled with skeletons. It was clear whose damage was greater when Frost Novana Lightning Chain was used.

“This profit! ”

Wizards choked on their tongues.

An unclean wizard tries to lift the sacred spell. But it didn't work out. It is not primarily trained. Besides...

“Oh, no. Divine magic is being suppressed! I can't get my strength back! ”

The crooked wizard was pitiful.

“Mandara of AntiDivine. Cursed brat! ”

Seeing the walking necromancer, horror started to kick in his eyes like trillions of circulation.

Gizgerai picks up a sword from the ground. I didn't choose very well. However, the quality is not bad.

A sword dropped by a dead guard.

She picks up her knife and approaches the sorcerers who condense her magic.

“How dare you bring a sword to a wizard? ”

Erafor, the wizard with the white beard, struggles to survive. His staff is trembling.

“Stay out of this! ”

He takes a step forward.

You swing the staff vigorously. The stored compressed flame erupted toward Gizgerai. She swings her sword forward.

Magic banishment.

The intensely compressed flame split in half. Gizgerai takes another step without sobbing.

“W-what! ”

Erefor's eyes tremble.

Anger and denial shine upon the cloudy lens.

Freeze.

The wizard casts a spell and opens his power with all his might. I spread out the wide area without any restrictions.

Asasaac!

The air and ground froze white and white as if they were floating. The knights and skeletons between the Wizard and the Necromancer all freeze. Suddenly, I lost my life and became ice.

More than five guards have lost their lives on the ropes.

The knights pause as one.

The commander had to be stopped, but he was already surrounded by four Durahans.

“Phew, be strong. ”

Gizgerai leaps back. The crooked wizard did not even stop Erefor of cold.

He also casts another spell that condensed on the staff.

“Burn.”

Gorgeous!

A fire rises from the staff.

The red flame flares your tongue as if it were alive. You burn white grass that you don't even close yourself, and fly into the air to chase the necromancer.

The Necromancer wields his sword again.

This time, her blade shows a flaming aura.

The blue sword is visible to the eye.

I poured oil on the knife and set it on fire.

It felt much more intensely typed than the sword the proximal knights showed me.

‘What the hell is that? ’

Boom!

The snarler whips away the massive flame whip that flew from his sword.

The flame erupts violently. The frozen skeletons and knights were crushed to death by the pressure. The knights saw my colleagues bursting into armor and gripped them. But I couldn't blame the Wizard.

Dozens of white skeletons, each one of whom cares little about the death of his colleagues, are gathering together. The skeletons were quickly reassembled and reassembled.

I had no choice but to watch this unrealistic scene fall into a daze just a few moments later.

The wizards take turns swinging the staff. The earth froze and the sky was on fire.

Knights and skeletons intertwined in between have been sacrificed.

Necromancers skillfully evaded and continued to cast the display. It seemed like they were stalling, and it seemed like they were driving the wizards somewhere.

Both wizards are not fools.

The name of the Wizard of Azura is not just an alias.

They were also reading the Gizgerai pattern. The staff has reverse accumulated the capacity of the arcane.

An uncontrollable amount of power is gathered in the two old men's staffs.

I thought that if I tried to display it arrogantly again, it would certainly turn into a handful of ash that could not withstand the capacity of magic.

The two old men pointed the staff at Gizgerai with the face described above. But Gizgerai had no intention of fitting in. She frowns and laughs.

“Why don't you take a look around? ”

The wizards looked around.

There was no one.

No one was on the same side.

When the two wizards were consumed by their own power and singing songs of ice and flames, the guards were already destroyed.

“Yi, what a ridiculous death! ”

“That's ridiculous. I've been preparing for three months. Don't think in vain. ”

Now the wizards have no idea where to put the spell.

A number of skeletons surround them, surrounded by Durahan, a stream of black Margaery. Should I use it to run away to tell you this?

Where? Should we go to the Imperial Court? Do we have to go to the tower? Or should I take care of the arrogant necromancer in front of me?

When they were momentarily confused as to where to turn the energy they gathered on the staff, Gizgerai did not miss the timing.

She checked my dolls.

The large dolls tied to the thread, some ogre skeletons in the back, were holding a cart from the Emperor of Imam.

The man on board falls to the ground and is overwhelmed by Durahan.

The necromancer tugs at the unseen thread.

Kugu!

I turned the cart upside down against the two wizards.

The thunderstruck wizards from above burst the power they had condensed in panic. But falling is not a bird cage broken by force.

Mandara of the Magical Contradiction [PT].

Stocks of self-negligence.

Conclusion of moderate reflections.

Other than that, the ancient runes in the cart can't even decipher themselves.

A cart engraved with luxurious and top-notch magic symbols.

The two wizards' powers rush inside without leaking out.

In the cart reflecting its power to those who practice attack magic, the terminals of the two elderly men echoed.

The cart burns and freezes.

My strength does not leak out. They die from their own magic inside. The giant mandala painted on the floor hums as if it were absorbing something.

“Rise.”

Gizgerai raises his hand.

The magically dead knights slowly begin to rise again.

Meanwhile.

Black dots active in the battlefield.

The strangleless Durahan come to her side.

There are those who already stand by her. According to Gizgerai's handiwork,

Some were slowly regenerating, covered by black mist.

Brave warriors who all lived to be named.

What's left of the dead gives you a chance to fight the old honor. There's only two of them.

They call themselves.

“Gilloth of the East has increased his allies. ”

“Ah, Gilrout! Well done.”

Gizgerai raises his hand to say hello.

“Sturdy Owen. The body is dead, but the sword is not dead. ”

“I knew it, Owen! I believe you. You wiped out all the tournament victories while you were alive, didn't you? ”

“Andrey breaks hearts. ”

“So, how many hearts did you break today? ”

“Seven, Lord. It was rewarded by the brave. ”

“Fast Fenrir. I wasn't fast enough today. ”

“It's okay, it's okay. He was a bad guy.

It was makeup. ”

“Pale Hamelin. Quite a feat to drain the blood of your enemies. ”

“Excellent. To taste the meat, it's most important to drain the blood. ”

Five Durahans climb up the Black Life.

I was appalled.

Is this the true Necromancer? There was as much difference between a wingworm and a dragon as any other necromancer I've ever seen.

Gizgerai checked the inside of the cart. There are two bodies that have been frozen in close proximity. It was because they used magic at the end that they couldn't even control themselves.

“Tsk, tsk. If only I'd won more.

You must have studied with these guys. ”

“Research." What? ”

“It's for Rich. ”

I realized what she was saying. Resurrects Wizards.

He joins his own army.

‘The Wizards of Azura.

Does that mean it's possible?

It was a peculiar inference, but the Necromancer in front of him was neither common sense nor predictable.

Boom boom.

“Well, then. We have to finish the job. We have to check it out.

Gizgerai, get away from the cart.