[Necromancer] Dark Throne

A lifetime is really long...

Wayne turned his head and looked at his unchanging face. As a strong hero, they all have a lifespan of hundreds of years, but few people can live to the end of their lives safely, and death in battle is their belonging.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at the tall statue and asked, "Am I similar to him?"

Roland was taken aback, and said in a low voice: "What does that matter, you are not him after all."

"Then why are you being nice to me?" Wayne said slowly, "We've only known each other for a few days."

"...It's an illusion." Roland smiled, "It's as if he's still by my side."

"Why do you still remember him?" It's been so long, so long that he has forgotten his appearance.

"Because I can't forget it." Roland laughed at himself and shook his head. "I don't know if he's reincarnated or in the abyss. Anyway, I wish him happiness."

As it was getting late, Roland didn't speak anymore, but just walked into the temple, and his slender figure slowly disappeared from Wayne's sight.

However, there was only anger in Wayne's heart.

After leaving, don't say wish me happiness, what qualifications do you have to wish me happiness!

He waved his sleeves and left.

"They seem to have quarreled." Amennar looked at Wayne's face when he left, and frowned.

"Stop talking nonsense, the briefing is over, let's go back." Andariel didn't care so much.

"But……"

"Come on, look at the true lies."

Amennar took back the golden hourglass on his neck, and found that there were only a few golden sands left in the hourglass to leak out, and the time would not exceed 2 minutes.

"Unless you break through to a demigod, my mana cannot support you to go out for a long time. The Pope will come back tomorrow. I can't end it then."

"All right……"

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Wayne walked quietly on the streets of Xilin, remembering all the key circuits of the formation, and his brain quickly analyzed the possible entrances to the underground palace. until the residence.

The room arranged by Roland is in the side hall of the church. One bedroom has a small study room with plenty of light. Wayne sat at the desk and meditated quietly. In his mind, the three-dimensional map of the entire cylinder gradually became orderly. The method of the magic circle was reversed a little bit.

Even when the underground entrance is about to be calculated.

"Bang bang bang." The clear and rapid knock on the door interrupted his meditation.

The calculation in Wayne's mind was suddenly cut off, and his eyes were fixed on the door with cold killing intent.

In his perception, the figure outside the door was the owner of the weapon shop he had just been to.

He opens the door.

At this moment, the boss was already sweating profusely, and when he saw Wayne, his eyes lit up.

"My lord, the tungsten arrows you want." He took out a long and wide iron box from behind him, "As you said, I will send it to you as soon as it arrives."

Wayne looked at the sweat on his bald head, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Reach for it.

"Then I'll go back first, and welcome your next visit." The boss accepted the bag of gold coins from Wayne happily and without humility, and trotted away.

Wayne closed the door and locked the latch.After carefully perceiving that there were no high-level powerhouses above the seventh level around, he walked into the study room and carefully observed the heavy iron box.

Open it, and sure enough, hundreds of sharp triangular arrows are neatly stacked in the box.

He closed it casually without taking a second look, and gently stroked the surface of the box. The cold undead mana was injected, and an abstract shadow figure instantly lit up on the box cover, like a ferocious and painful human face, releasing a faint black light.

Snapped!

The lid of the box slowly opened to a very shallow dark compartment.A piece of pure white bone was placed in a dark compartment covered with black silk.In the corner of the box, another wooden lattice was also opened, and a dead white pigeon was placed in it.

The detailed symbols on the bone fragment convey an important message in a specific writing style.

When Wayne finished reading the last word, a wisp of smoke rose from the bone fragment and turned into ashes.

The sacred seal on the pope is the activation symbol for the gate of the underground palace. Without him, any other way to enter the underground palace will alarm others. Once there is an accident that cannot be prevented by manpower, there will be countless terrifying methods to completely destroy everything inside. If it cannot be destroyed, all exits will be cut off, and the entire underground palace will sink. If you can't get it, you will never let others get it.

What a hassle.

What is the source of this kind of secret that the shadow monarch can find out, or is there some hidden clue that he didn't use it?

But if it is really on the Pope, he must not be allowed to come back on time tomorrow, Xilin's defense is too strong.

Wayne recalled the road map in the message just now, so don't let him come back.

It's just the shadow lord's plan...

What a hassle!

Turn around and place a hidden mark in the corner of the room, sealing the breath of the entire room so that it cannot leak out.

Wayne sat on the simple bed, raised his hand to take off the pocket watch, pressed it lightly, and the hour hand suddenly stopped.

The extremely cold frost spread to all corners of the room in an instant, and the young man on the bed was completely frozen in the frost.

The slender bony fingers are white and strange, appearing inch by inch from the void.

The hem of the dark skirt is fluttering, several gorgeous soul gems are inlaid in the corners of the skirt, the white chains surround the slender body, the long hair is like night, the crown and fine clothes are also as thin as a ghost, his complexion is pale and almost transparent, The blood-colored pupils were like dried blood, those eyes were too dead, too cold, so cold that one felt as if in the polar cold wind, waiting for the despair of death.

He is the Suspicious Monarch, Vin Dijayana.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a huge magic circle appeared at his feet.

The hands full of bones picked up the bird carcass and the pocket watch respectively, and disappeared into the cold room.

Only the body of the young man frozen on the bed remained.

Silent.

A white dove flew into the sky at dusk, without attracting any ordinary people's attention. As a symbol of purity, there are tens of thousands of white doves in Xilin. It is not only used for sightseeing, but also the first choice for ordinary communication.

At first, to prevent the masters of the Holy City from noticing, the white dove flew more than a dozen miles with its flesh, climbed to a height of several thousand meters, and only showed its strength after entering the clouds.The icy energy spreads from the wings. On top of the original pair of wings, two pairs of wings that are as hard as iron and as thin as snowflakes slowly appear. With the opening of the six wings, the speed suddenly increases suddenly, like a thunderbolt. Generally cut through the clouds and go away through the sky.

The white pigeon is very fast, it does not need to cross the river, it flies over the mountains, and it only takes more than an hour to reach the huge city thousands of kilometers away in a straight line.

This is the largest water system hub in the continent of Esgar. Luvis City, the port city and capital of the Jakar Empire, is the most prosperous city that never sleeps.

Today is the last day of the church's coronation ceremony for the emperor who has just succeeded to the throne. Tomorrow, the pope will return to the holy city through the magic gates of Luvis City and the Holy Land. He will also be accompanied by the military leaders of Jakarta. We will discuss the matter of counterattacking the abyss together.

The white dove landed in a dark wood outside the city.A tall body rushed towards him with a warm embrace.

In the next second, a beautiful and terrifying Lich appeared out of nowhere, raised his eyes slightly, and stared at him.

The opponent froze, and stopped there maintaining his posture, his body already covered by a fine layer of frost.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong..." Greenhill was very wronged, "I just haven't seen you for too long."

"Green, you are already 20 years old, don't be like a child anymore." Although Wayne looked cold, he still lifted the freezing spell on him.

"The Dragon Clan does not become an adult until five hundred years old, and I am still a baby." Green retorted in a low voice.

"Who insisted on growing up quickly and asked me to give him necromancer water every day?" Wei En didn't think there was anything wrong with giving children hormones, he just fulfilled the child's little wish.

"You didn't say you won't love me when you grow up..." Green was full of resentment when he thought of this.

"Enough, what about the body?" Wayne glanced at him lightly.

"You can just use mine. Don't just pick up someone's upper body, I will definitely cooperate." Green leaned over, hugging him and rubbing against him, completely lacking in his usual cool and handsome manner, "How about it, Your Majesty~~"

Wayne skillfully pushed him aside: "I have limited patience."

Greenhill then handed over an ice coffin under his feet.

"This is a righteous member of the Warlock Association, a subordinate of the Shadow Lord. He voluntarily sacrificed his body to become your second identity, so that you don't have to be in danger by revealing your identity."

"What about him?" Wayne said lightly.

"He has been transformed into a lich by the Lord of Shadows. As long as you use up his body, you can incinerate his body and make it into a phylactery." Greenhill said that he was reliable when he was down to business.

"Then let's go." Turning the clock back, the youthful young man walked up the noisy street with a cold breath, turned around the corner under the leadership of Green Hill, and came to a high-rise building on the downtown street.

"The coronation ceremony has just been completed. The emperor and pope of Jakarta will tour the inner city and are expected to arrive here in a quarter of an hour. Your Majesty, can I do it?" Green didn't want to miss any chance to show off.

"Can you control the prototype?"

"..." That was the instinctive reaction of Killing Tai H, Your Majesty...

At this time, four rows of palace guards with distinctive armor came into the sight of the two of them.

Wayne looked into the distance, didn't even show any interest in his eyes, and used the smoothest movements to directly prepare a large-scale attack spell.

Green recognized it at a glance, that gesture should be the Lich version of Blizzard—Ice Storm!

The author has something to say: Small theater: Once, Wayne passed by the Sad Water River after fighting with the banshee, and found a dragon egg in the water that had been destroyed by undead rot.Among them was a feeble soul struggling not to die.Wayne looked at the dragon egg for a long time, picked it up, and tried to hatch it with the necromancer water bestowed by the Sleeper.Two days later, a little bone dragon came out of the egg shell, chasing him and calling him mother.But Wayne will throw him out as soon as the other party calls mom.Once, ten times, a hundred times... Finally, the necromancer who was hit on the head by the bone dragon for the [-]th time couldn't bear it anymore. He quietly said to the ignorant little dragon who was not very stable on his walk: In the abyss, "Your Majesty" means mother.So the next day, the world was peaceful.Only Wayne, when he was chased by the bone dragon and called His Majesty, always felt that something was wrong...