Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 21 Musilon's Mage
Compared with the "bone ping pong ball" or "bone bowling" of the frontal defense force, Elena is obviously under greater pressure. The wind of death has penetrated into Musilon's land, and when her small body leans against the branches of trees and crosses After the river, she had to say goodbye to her beloved forest.

The pitch-black soil on this land is lifeless, like gravel in a desert, and according to legend, the world's No. desert.

But now, it is not difficult to find the necromancer, because casting the spell will cause the eight winds to gather around him. In metaphysical terms, just follow the feeling now.

The location is definitely not accurate, but in this place with neither forest nor mountains, blatantly casting spells is the same as stripping naked in public.

Maybe this necromancer's head is not very good?
"Aisha is on top." Elena took a long breath and called out an elf god who helped her. Everyone in the Warhammer world will be like this. Even if the god will not really help him, he must put all this heart.

Elena followed her intuition and walked several hundred meters west, leaned over on the pitch-black hill, and looked into the distance.

She quickly found a small group by the moonlight, and as she continued to draw closer, she felt a suffocatingly dense darkness constantly flowing on the small land.

The elf's pretty good vision allowed her to see the real situation over there, it was the wight...

It is a group of corpse demons in black armor. Although the number is not large, their deterrent power is astonishing.

Those corpse monsters in black armor respectfully surrounded a carriage drawn by undead horses, and the huge wind of death was moving around the carriage. It seemed that the opposite party was not an idiot, at least it brought a lot of power.

But Elena was puzzled, it's just that those skeletons definitely don't need such huge power, so where did his magic power go?
Elena hid on the hillside, observed for a while, and found that there were many strange marks on the carriage, but the strong memory unique to elves quickly allowed her to match various words or things she had seen.

Even though she looks very young, she can already be Grandma Roelzu. She was expelled from the forest, and she spent a hundred years traveling all over the world. Relying on her experience, she was quickly recognized.

It was a powerful perception spell, and it seemed that his goal was to distract his attention through the skeleton, and then use this spell to perceive the lighthouse's defenses.

I'm afraid it was Roel's repulsion of Norsca that he saw in his eyes, and doubts arose in his heart...

When Elena found out the situation clearly, she immediately prepared to turn around and leave, because these dozens of armored black corpses were simply not something she could deal with!
But she soon noticed that the scope of the detection spell was huge, so that she might have been aware of her approaching, because when she turned her head, she found that at some time, dozens of dead skeletons came from behind her. out of the river.

Probably because the undead don't need to breathe, so let them dive into the river in advance, and wait for Elena to come over before waiting for the opportunity to catch her.

And the leader of the team was a black-armored corpse demon. The monster's skull was shining with the light of the blue mountain, and the black armor all over his body was shining in the moonlight. In Musilon, the place of death, the sense of oppression was even worse.

Elena's beautiful blond hair was draped behind her shoulders, a trace of cold sweat flowed from her forehead, she put the longbow on her shoulders, and confronted the other side.

The distance was less than a hundred meters, which was not too far for the superhuman necromancer, and it was obviously left with a trace of consciousness by the mage, so he opened his mouth and asked in that ethereal and terrifying voice.

"The elf under the lighthouse, it's very rare for a lady visitor like you to come. I want me to entertain guests. Can I go to the master's castle for a gathering?"

Elena used her venomous tongue and came right away. "You group of short-lived ghost corpses, cowards who escaped from fate, their castles are also rotten and corrupt, disgusting to the extreme, don't go."

The corpse demon was neither happy nor angry, it had lost all emotions long ago, most of its soul was involved in the maelstrom, only the basic sanity and fighting skills were still sealed in this bone.

It's just saying that its owner has set the answer in advance...

At this moment, the elf scolded back, the corpse monster couldn't answer directly, and then quickly replaced it with the necromancer himself. Generally speaking, they rely on magic for deep connection, but this necromancer is obviously going too far, and may have entered a part of himself Among his corpse monster troops, otherwise he would never switch consciousness so flexibly!
"Elena, that's your name, then Roel, Eustabe..."

"You three guys did a great job, very good, let me make mistakes again and again, and this time I even activated such a big magic, just to detect the so-called "gun troops"..."

These words carried obvious disgust, and Elena got goosebumps, how did this guy know their names?
But the situation was dangerous, Elena hesitantly opened her pocket, and took out a bow and arrow without an arrow, the arrow, or the wooden stick was very unique, with oak-like grains, like a small tree.

Rather than arrows, it's... saplings?
Elena took a long breath, looked at the arrow, her eyes were reddish, and then raised the bow and arrow, intending to use Athel Loren's spirit arrow to pierce the poor thing opposite.

But the necromancer paid no attention and continued to chatter. "You guys are moral and benevolent every day. This lighthouse is blessed by the goddess. You use this power to continuously search for necromancers or mage relics inside Musilon."

"Bandits, a bunch of robbers! Today I'm going to reverse it, I'm going to destroy your rotten lighthouse!"

"If you guessed correctly, your current search target should be the double sword handles of Meroving, the former Duke of Musilon?"

Elena stopped drawing the bow, although she didn't answer, it revealed the matter.

The necromancer laughed through the dead body. "Hahaha! In this way, even Musilon's duke position is coveted by you!"

After finishing speaking, a large number of undead gradually approached. It is impossible for arrows to kill all of them at once. Impossible...

But Elena is not afraid, in fact, the arrow in her hand is a living arrow, and it is also a gift from her closest person.

She closed her eyes gently. "Sorry, teacher, I'm still running out."

The arrow was shot, and the green arrow hilt sank into the pitch-black soil, but it didn't hit any of the dead.

Suddenly, towering trees rose from the ground, forcibly creating a giant tree on the dark land of Musilon.

The huge force of the growth of the wood directly crushed the nearby dead into powder. The only black lich with armor was directly hit by the force, but it was still able to kill.

But Elena pursed her lips, regardless of the risk of being attacked by the still active black corpse, and kissed the bark of the tree before leaving.

No matter how barely dodged the sharp blade of that corpse monster, he fled away...

In the carriage in the distance, a mage in a purple robe squinted and muttered. "What you Bordeaux stole, you will return."

　I was recruited, but fortunately I have a manuscript

　　
　
(End of this chapter)