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Hide and wait for the Necromancer to leave?

It might be useful against other mages, but don't try to hide from Necromancers or Life Mages.

Both of them are able to directly see living beings, and hiding only blocks their own vision.

So he simply didn't even hide and just stood in the open area.

What is most needed to fight against a wizard is an open area, but unfortunately Windlow sold his musket, so there is no first-attack advantage in this open area.

Four figures slowly appeared at the end of the oil lamp, and hooded heads poked out from the darkness.

The familiar stench of the Necromancer, and the familiar fragile body of the Necromancer.

"Ah, tomb robbers, it's a pity that you chose the wrong place. You will become our spellcasting materials."

One of the necromancers laughed and slowly moved forward.

This was their home ground, and there were no additional roads nearby, so the two were locked in this underground space.

"Mousse."

Wendlow hurriedly turned back to report the important information he had just discovered.

"Among the four of them, there are two men and two women."

"Grass."

Mousse had already pricked up his elf ears, thinking that he could get some useful information from Windlow, but it turned out that guy was just pretending to be cool.

At the same time, the three Necromancers did not move. The Necromancer who was laughing just now took a step forward and entered his own spellcasting range.

"Curse of the Years!"

The necromancer whispered a spell and released a very terrifying magic.

The Curse of Ages can directly allow the wizard to release an ancient curse. Once this magic hits the enemy, it will cause the enemy to age at a terrifying speed, with their hair turning white and their skin becoming shriveled.

If the necromancer is powerful enough, he can even turn a child into an old man in less than three minutes.

The black and purple magic was thrown out from the necromancer's hand, moving in a spiral shape in the basement and heading straight towards Windlow.

But at the moment when it was about to hit, the unicorn trapped in the cage immediately cried out, and its horn instantly began to shine.

Using the magical attraction generated by the unicorn's horn, the Curse of Time was deflected in the air, bypassing Windlow and hitting the unicorn behind him.

In just a moment, it was clear that the entire unicorn had aged a lot.

"Mousse, unicorns can help us absorb magical attacks. If we can't use magic, those mages will be sitting ducks."

"You don't need to remind me!"

Mousse had already drawn the golden badge sword, stepped over several bookshelves in succession, spun his body in the air, and finally concentrated all his strength on the sword blade.

"Death face!"

The Necromancer has the weakest melee ability among all mages, so he has the most countermeasures when facing the enemy's melee attacks.

The magic of Death Face can make the caster become extremely terrifying in a short period of time, shocking and frightening the enemies in front of them, making them flee in disarray.

But sorry, before entering this abandoned castle, Mousse had already completed a supply trip with Windlo.

It has to be said that the Schwarzport blood sausage tasted really good, so much so that Mousse ignored the horror brought by fear and chopped it down with his sword.

"One died."

While speaking, he kept raising the sword in his hand and stabbing at the necromancer's body.

God knows whether the guy who studies necromancy will crawl up from the ground and resurrect.

This rich combat experience did allow Mousse to maintain the combat advantage. The arm of the necromancer who had just been chopped down by her slowly moved, and he was slowly crawling up from the ground.

Behind that guy, another necromancer stretched out his hands, used a move to summon the undead, and resurrected the fallen teammate.

His movements are slow, but he still retains most of his fighting abilities.

"There's no point in attacking first. They can resurrect the dead."

Mousse had already retreated quickly. After all, the remaining three necromancers had focused their attention entirely on her.

One of them released a barrier of the living, and black mist appeared directly from under the feet of the necromancer, slowly extending out into a circle.

As soon as he saw the black mist, Windlow had a bold guess that it should be a defensive barrier to prevent other people or attacks from harming the necromancer in the barrier.

Mousse retreated at the right time, otherwise the distance would have been too far and Windlow would not have been able to provide her with any cover.

At the same time, this black fog completely concealed the spell cast by another necromancer.

"Gaze of Nagash!"

The spell had been completely chanted, and a sticky liquid like black phlegm gushed out from the barrier of the living.

Any creature that is stuck with this black phlegm will die instantly, with its flesh and blood completely peeling off its body, leaving only white bones.

The most important thing is that this kind of magic is not pure magic wind.

The unicorn's horn was already sparkling, but it could only channel pure winds of magic, unable to cause the horrific black phlegm that Nagash was staring at to shift in the slightest.

Mousse dodged it easily by bending down, but the slow-moving Windlow was not so lucky and was completely covered by the black phlegm.

The unicorn was already wailing. It had finally waited for someone to rescue it, but it died in less than a moment.

But there was no sadness or anger on Mousse's face. Instead, there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

The strange reactions he had witnessed from Windlo along the way, plus the few words from the high elf magician.

The Dark Elf Lord of Terror knew very well that Windlow had a most strange magical talent.

"Magic rebound!"

In the blink of an eye, Nagash's gaze gathered at the location where Windlow was, and the black spit was thrown back intact.

The Necromancer was hit directly before he could react. After all, no one could have imagined that he would be attacked by his own magic.

In a moment, the resurrected necromancer had turned into a pile of white bones, and even the bones were destroyed into pus by the terrible magic.

At this time, Wendlow's eyes had changed.

The moment he was hit by the necromancy, he was immediately filled with disgust and hostility towards the living.

The three living necromancers were his best targets.

Just when Mousse was confident and planned to use Windlow's special ability to scare the remaining three necromancers and look for new opportunities to attack.

Windlo had already run past Mousse, picked up a brick and rushed towards the necromancers.

"I'm going to kill the three of you. I'm going to slowly beat you to death with bricks."