Chapter 144: Untouchable
The Necromancer's sanity was completely shattered, and he could only pray for death.
Seeing that no more information could be obtained, white light burst out from the Necromancer's body and annihilated his soul.
The ruins returned to silence, but everyone present had no intention of entertaining themselves.
The Nine Volumes of Nagash are the result of the Great Necromancer's life-long research.
Nagash the Immortal created nine human skin books with magic and human blood. They are the supreme classics of necromancy and extremely powerful magical instruments! Getting just one volume gives ordinary mages the opportunity to compete with the most powerful spellcasters.
If it falls into the hands of a truly powerful necromancer, it will create a new undead plague.
Obviously, the terror in the depths of the ocean is such a sorcerer.
But why did its treasure hunting team go to Lustria? Who brought the nine volumes of Nagash into the rain forest? "Let's make a deal."
A hoarse voice came from the rocks on the side of the road.
It's really lively tonight.
Lynch moved the stone with some surprise and moved closer to the source of the sound.
The broken mirror was exposed in the firelight of the dwarf's raised left hand. In the broken mirror, a wizard covered in a black robe once again conveyed his request for cooperation in the unskilled Elvish language.
The great wizard took one look and made a prompt decision, uttering a syllable like thunder.
The lens suddenly turned into powder, and a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and fell to the north.
"There he is, a summoner."
Glenn, who was tired and had just recovered from a panic, suddenly became energetic and a kind of enthusiasm lit up in his eyes.
"So what are you waiting for? The twin-tailed comet is calling for divine judgment!"
The broken Elvish language that came out of the human's mouth made the two sword masters laugh.
The elf could see that the talking monkey wanted to divert attention from the pressure from Nagash and the Dreadfleet.
Because humans pronounced it incorrectly, Lynch mistakenly heard it as, "The Dragon constellation is conveying the judgment of the ancient saints."
This surprised the lizard man for a moment, and he subconsciously looked up to observe the sky.
The Dragon constellation is lit with dim stars, which symbolizes losing one's way, being misled, and the coming of powerful darkness.
After being puzzled for a long time, Lynch decided to hunt down the summoner first.
All traces of Nagash were gone, and Be'lakor disappeared into the shadows.
It was almost dawn and the hot-blooded people had no desire to sleep, so it was better to find them something to do.
Coincidentally, the Summoner is in the north, closer to Hexota, and can be traveled along the way.
The racially mixed crowd set off again, and Lynch gradually moved away from the central pyramid of Spicazuma.
The humid night wind covered Lynch with a layer of moisture. The dwarf "accidentally" bumped into the giant sword of the Swordmaster of Hoeth from time to time. After the sword and axe collided, they separated under the stern gaze of the great wizard.
The witch hunter kept applying ointments on himself to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes in the rainforest, but unfortunately the effect was not ideal.
In the end, Teclis still enthusiastically cast a spell on him.
Although Glenn was very repulsive to this kind of power, he was no longer so resistant after having half a pound of his blood sucked away silently.
It turns out that the little cuties flying around in the rainforest are very sweet, and only magic can completely avoid their enthusiasm.
The night was fading, and the gradually resurrecting jungle became even more terrifying.
Glenn could not stand the silent march. The cold-blooded creatures' occasional gazes around him made him nervous, because he could indeed sense many venomous gazes.
He always thought that Lynch had discovered the enemy in the dark. After all, Lynch was a creature of the rainforest. He knew more, could observe more, and was more powerful than him.
But in fact, Lynch was just being vigilant out of habit. Cold-blooded people are always on guard, and Lynch is the most lax one.
Well, Lynch was also subconsciously marking out dangerous areas to prevent hot-blooded people from entering them. For example, there were poisonous snakes living in the tree on the left.
The human was frightened and forced himself to find a topic to talk to the other swordsman who was not competing with the dwarf. He did not dare to disturb the lizardman, nor did he want to trouble the archmage.
The ground was shaking slightly, and there was a faint sound of falling trees.
Lynch suddenly made a pause gesture, and when he realized that the hot-blooded people could not understand the micro-language of the cold-blooded people, he hurriedly supplemented it with words.
"Stop, there are passers-by ahead who are more anxious than us."
The team returned to silence, and the hot-blooded people subconsciously formed a defensive formation, but even Lynch would not want to take the charge of the passers-by in front of him.
The trembling ground gradually became more violent. The elves noticed something was wrong, and then the dwarves and humans also discovered the tall passers-by.
Brute force pushed a path through the western rainforest, and many two-story-high Triceratops crashed through the jungle.
Hundreds of wild beasts with their cubs swaggered past the adventure team.
A terrifying roar sounded from further west, and the Triceratops increased its speed.
It seems that this is not migration, but escape.
A huge, agile, and ferocious beast was exposed in the moonlight, triggering even deeper fear among the hot-blooded people.
"Kunos is above!"
The elves stood in awe of the wild wonder, and the dwarves stared with wide eyes.
"Grimnir's beard!"
“Mamma Mia!”
The humans almost dropped their weapons in terror, and forgot to resist. Fortunately, the Tyrannosaurus had better prey.
Moreover, a tiny lizard man had quietly approached behind it.
The fury of the interrupted hunt tore through the night, and its thick tail swept through the jungle, causing ancient trees to fall in large numbers.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's thick claws grabbed at his back, forcing the presumptuous rider back.
Lynch landed nimbly, turned over quickly to avoid being trampled by the Tyrannosaurus, blocked the closing giant mouth with his scepter, and was thrown away half-bitten by the Tyrannosaurus in an undignified manner.
Lynch was sure he could kill it, but he was not sure he could tame it.
Because if you're not careful, the Tyrannosaurus can easily tear open Lynch's scales.
It's a big one, it's old, and it's never been in service in the Temple City.
After crashing through a thick birch tree, Lynch jumped up without stopping and avoided the Tyrannosaurus' pursuit.
Iggy's greatest masterpiece glared savagely at the cold-blooded creature, and Lynch glared back at him even more fiercely.
The bloodthirsty emotion broke through Lynch's rationality, its savagery was too abundant.
Maybe after feeding it, and then using flesh and blood for a long time to satisfy it, it can be content to enjoy itself and temporarily restrain its bloodthirsty desire, but that is not the companion Lynch needs.
The lizard man made a gesture of giving up, indicating the end of the sacred ceremony.
The Tyrannosaurus did not continue to chase. It snorted and growled as it chased the Triceratops.
The momentary conflict left a piece of the rainforest missing. Under the shocked gaze of the witch hunters, Lynch returned disappointed and led the team through this sad place.
"Ichi did not bring down His will."
The cold-blooded champion spoke in a rare depressed tone, causing the elves who could understand the cold-blooded language to look at each other in confusion.
(End of this chapter)
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