The Summoner

At the corner of this hall, a skinny old man was standing holding a war bow, his expression calm, and his backhand was again drawing an arrow in the quiver behind him, aiming far away.

It was awkward before that, and was driven into the door as an old guide to the waystone!

"It turned out to be your old thing?"

Trish covered her wrist and wailed in pain. The pretty face of melon seeds was distorted by pain and anger. In fact, even if she didn't expect it, it would cause great trauma to herself. It’s this old guy: “You’re not dead yet? You think you can change everything by coming out now...uh!”

Her words didn't finish at all. The old guide at the corner gently loosened the fingers that clasped the bowstring. As the arched arm of the foot accumulates slightly, the sharp arrow that rested on it struck through the void.

"Wow--"

Another sad sound of breaking the air, instantly nailed to Tracy's thigh.

The huge power directly caused Tracy to lose her resistance. She wailed and knelt down to the ground, her delicate face was all cruel and twisted, but her eyes were full of madness: "It's you?" She roared: "kill him!"

"Damn!"

The five black robes responded and rushed over with their long swords.

But before they even ran a few steps, several gray-black lights appeared directly behind the golden pillar, hitting them directly. With the hesitation of footsteps, a gray-black color appeared on their faces instantly. He didn't hum, but fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Weak rays and negative energy rays?"

Despair appeared in Tracy's eyes.

She gazed at the distance and put away the war bow, looking at her guide coldly, but her eyes swept behind the golden pillar next to her: "Necromancer?" She gave a miserable smile: "The black mage that is rumored in the death swamp It's you!"

"Yes." A charming female voice appeared behind Jin Zhu: "It's us."

"This voice..."

Trixie's greasy face lifted instantly.

Not far away, the pretending frail Adrien was lying on the ground. Although his head was not raised, his eyes were covered with coldness: "This time I was really involved in a trouble!"

Tracy almost screamed and finally said the name: "Susan!"

"Well, it's me."

The woman in a luxurious mink coat walked out.

There were various types of gem rings on her ten fingers, and a small staff in her hand: "Tracy, the most beloved sister of her father, I didn't expect it." She smiled: "I saw you here ."

"You did this kind of thing!" Tracy shuddered all over her angrily. "You betrayed your father's plan!" Her eyes were all bloodshot: "Susan!"

"betray?"

Susan curled up to the altar, his eyes circling: "Who said it?"

She chuckled forward, followed by three mages shrouded in a black hood, and an old guide holding a war bow, plus nine warriors wearing iron-clad leather armor and iron swords: "We are here, but It's all based on the instructions of my father." The tone was abrupt, and she smiled with pride: "Master Father arranged the order for me alone."

"Impossible!" Tracy screamed resentfully: "You just betrayed your father!"

"I like your wailing look."

Susan smiled.

She squatted slowly, and the extremely expensive black mink coat rubbed on the blood and didn't care. Instead, she stretched out her white and tender hands to grab Tracy's hair, and pulled up her delicate face, looking at herself: "It's beautiful. "

"Bah!" Trish spit at her.

"It's a small wild cat."

Susan didn't mind the spit remaining on her cheeks.

He smiled and released his hand, but there was a sudden coldness in his eyes, and he pumped back with a lot of backhand: "But you don't understand, who is now dominating!"

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap sound appeared.

Susan looked at Tracy, whose cheeks were swollen, and the cold in her eyes was more proud: "Why did your father choose to love you every time? Why do you have everything in favor of his father's favor?" Her face The above also brought up the grim: "I am the one who loves my father the most, but why should I stay away from my father and become a toy to be given to others? Why?!"

"You...damn..." There was blood in the corners of Tracy's mouth, but because of a severe wrist injury and a thigh injury, it was impossible to even cast a spell, and he could only look at his half-sister with an angry look.

"But now it is fine."

Susan stood up with a chuckle and wiped the saliva from her face.

He stretched out his hand and drew a black dagger from his mink down coat. He looked at Adrien, who was lying motionless on the ground, and whispered softly: "Only in the name of the king of lies, Shirike, offer his death. The possibility of the resurrection of the deity gives me supreme glory!"

"King of lies...Syric?" Tracy swept across the dark dagger and her eyes shrank instantly: "The pleasure of weaving various traps of lies and intrigues, led the gods and mortals trapped in them into the destructive evil god. !"

"To shut up!"

Susan shouted with a somber face: "This is the world's slander on my Lord!"

But she laughed nervously: "But thanks to you, my sister Tracy, my father asked me to reap this **** who was about to be reborn as a sacrifice dedicated to the king of lies, Sirek, which is really great. ."

Tracy gritted her teeth: "Are you all instructing you behind?"

"Yes."

Susan nodded and admitted: "But you are wrong."

She smiled slightly: "It was my father who told me how to do it." Susan looked at Tracy's unwilling appearance, and her pride on her face could not be concealed: "Father still loves me deeper!"

"...This is impossible!" Trish brought despair and disbelief in her eyes.

"Nothing is Impossible."

Susan reserved a chuckle: "Your eyes are facts!"

She turned over and pointed at the three Necromancers beside her, saying lightly: "Otherwise, why do you think you came here so easily? It's not that the father has been dispatching his men to clean up the dead swamp and solve the sleep for you. Most of the danger in the mausoleum?" Susan raised her white and tender neck. "As you said, you are too naive."

"...How can my father..." Tracy left her eyes blank.

"Come let me tell you the truth."

Susan whispered softly: "Your existence was wrong from the beginning. Your mother was just a humble elven slave girl, but she happened to be pregnant and gave birth to you." Her face was twisted: "Then you That exquisite little face has been spoiled by my father since he was 6 years old, so I will let me do the task that should have been given to you. I came to this desolate and remote Qianwan County and was adopted by the shepherd as the adopted daughter, and then Mandel’s turquoise family, as a replacement for her original wife, lived tragically in a carefully woven cage."

Slightly turning his head, Susan looked at Adrien lying next to her, and his eyes were even more resentful: "Especially when I knew how important that woman was in the heart of this **** guy Mandel, I couldn’t help it. "Jealous." Her hands clenched her chest: "I have never really loved anyone. I'm really jealous. Even the **** Adrien I am jealous."

"Adult Father..." Trish was still at a loss, not listening at all.

"But I have a son. The magic talent is A+ grade Barrett. My favorite son has the talent to become a high-level wizard. This may be the return of fate to me!"

Susan's face also brought fanaticism: "Do you know, Tracy, your father made you a believer in Sobek, the reason is to let you open the door, and then take the holy emblem found in the ruins, and take the trust from the already killed. The trust of the **** of the river and the swamp, who was eager to be resurrected, allowed me to take the dagger under the crown of the king of lie Shirek, kill the deity who was resurrected but still in a weak state, and reap his soul and Divinity, as the highest sacrifice!"

Susan said with a nervous smile: "Then my son Barrett can get the help of his father and become as great as his father, that is my son, my continuation!"

"...What about me?" Tracy finally gathered her hopes in her blank eyes.

"you?"

Susan's tone was suddenly indifferent: "Just die here!"

The tiny staff in her hand lifted up, and her eyes were extremely cruel and happy: "With all the negative emotions I have ever had for you, in this sleeping tomb, the smoke disappears!"

"No!" Trish suddenly raised her head and shouted: "Don't even think about it!"

"Soul moth."

Susan directly cast the spell.

A faint black dot shot into Tracy's body in an instant, and a creeping object appeared along the wound, so that Tracy, who had lost consciousness due to the excessive injury, wailed in pain.

This is a part of the Necromantic spell.

Letting the target's body and soul gradually decay is a double injury from the soul and body!

In the past, this was also a means of torturing the enemy. It was extremely common among necromancers, because in the hearts of necromancers who were accompanied by corpses and organs, and unjust souls, the thinking of normal people has long since disappeared, even if they are hidden. Well, it will become more and more extreme and abhorrent to strangers with the study of necromantic spells.

Susan's extreme psychology is regarded as an unsophisticated shepherdess in the aristocratic circle, and it is only regarded as a wicked woman in ordinary people. However, among the necromancers, it can only be regarded as the ordinary mentality of beginners.

"I turned out to be a victim!"

But Trish also showed endless hatred in the eyes of extreme pain.

Turning his head to see the golden light gradually disappearing, and Nayadrian gradually returned to calm, the hatred in her eyes instantly became determined, turning her head to look at Susan, she gritted her teeth and said, "Do you think you won?"

"Isn't it?" Susan played with the black dagger: "Do you think you can still cast a spell?"

"Spellcast?"

Tracy breathed heavily.

She looked around at the indifferent 3 Necromancers standing in front of him, and the guide holding the war bow, and the 9 soldiers wearing iron-clad armor, screaming like a beast: "Explode!"

"boom--"

At the altar above her head, the holy emblem that was still floating with golden light was bursting in an instant!

The endless golden light flooded the hall of the tomb in an instant, and poured out with a tremendous power. The goal was to rush directly to the necromancers and accompanying warriors of Tracy. The outburst is to crush the past with the purest power and in the most unreasonable way!

And at this moment, the altar and the gold-forged idol in the outburst of golden light also seemed to come alive, with anger in his eyes, but when his eyes swept over Susan's horrified hand and the blackness in that hand When he saw the dagger, his eyes were even more embarrassed and angry: "Sirrick the king of lies...you dare..."

But his words hadn't been finished yet, and as soon as he exhausted his strength, he disappeared with the burst of golden light.

Adrien lay on the ground.

but.

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