The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 147 Entering the tomb, blood trick
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Jiang Zhao was not surprised to know that members of the Black Vatican were targeting him. After all, he had long known that there were people from the Black Vatican in Yangyang Village.

But I didn't expect that the other party also brought five black beasts.

Although the production methods of the black beasts are cruel and inhumane, their appearance is disgusting, and their abilities are at the bottom of the list, they are able to control five of them, which is more powerful than the average summoning system.

If a summoning mage can contract five demons, no matter what level they are, even if they are slave level, which is the most common demon wolf, the combat power of raising five is enough to gallop.

I wonder if there is a cheaper way.

Jiang Zhao's thinking gradually went astray, because he heard that the people following him only brought five black beasts, not even a warrior-level cursed beast, so he understood that this was just a low-level member with little fighting power and nothing to fear. .

They walked to the lower half of the hillside, where there was a cave from which a strong aura of death emanated.

"Here we are, right here." Fang Yuan pointed at the small hole and said.

I always feel that picking gray garlic will shorten your lifespan.

There were some undead crawling out around, ignoring the people in Yangyang Village. One of the wet mummies approached the short man, as if he was interested in the raincoat he was wearing.

The short man opened his mouth and attacked with one breath.

After eating gray garlic, the breath he exhaled was light gray. The undead man snorted it and suddenly stood aside in disgust.

Does the taste of gray garlic also rank as shit in the evaluation criteria of the undead?
Fang Yuan looked at the short man, and then said: "You and the seedlings stay up there, and the three of us go down. Be careful not to break the water jacket. I'll give you my bamboo hat. You can take shelter under the tree over there." avoid."

"No problem, be careful. If this continues, the undead won't see you as outsiders and kick you out, right?"

Fang Yuan walked into the cave on the hillside and gave the short man a bamboo hat. "The undead are generally difficult to move unless they find something alive that can be eaten."

"Okay, hurry up, I feel the wind is blowing here."

"Can there be no gusts of sinister wind in front of the lair of the undead?"

After Fang Yuan finished speaking, he took the lead to enter and told Fang Tu, "Xiao Tu, please go behind and put the bamboo hat at the entrance of the cave. There are some narrow places inside that are difficult to pass through."

"Oh, I understand, Uncle Yuan."

The young man Fang Tu also took off his bamboo hat and placed it at the entrance of the cave.

Jiang Zhao dispelled his own water-bending magic, then cast a water-bending raincoat on the short man again, and told him to "be careful."

The short man made an OK gesture and said, "Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you outside."

After Jiang Zhao entered the cave, young man Fang Tu entered last.

Short Man and Fang Miao went to wait under a nearby tree as the rain became heavier.

Suddenly, Fang Miao looked in one direction.

"Brother short, it seems like something ran over."

The short man said nonchalantly: "In this damn weather, there are very few undead people coming out for a walk. Maybe some undead spirit is running around naked because there are so few people."

Fang Miao was speechless.

However, on such a rainy day, it is difficult to find bone sand on the ground and absorb the power of the moonlight to condense the death energy. The undead rarely come out, and most of them sleep in the tombs.

Probably just an ordinary undead.

After a while, the undead language of "uh ah" and "uh ah" gradually sounded from all around, which sounded like shouting "hungry".

However, the sounds seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, and there were more and more of them.

The short man also felt that something was wrong, and the density of the undead around him seemed to have increased sharply.

"Damn it, if you don't sleep in the coffin board on a rainy day, what will you do when you come out?"

Jiang Zhao's water-bending magic is still very long-lasting. One water-bending cycle lasted for more than an hour. He even changed it for himself before entering the cave, and it could last for at least more than an hour.

I ate gray garlic again. The undead can scream as much as they want. At most, they will make a little noise.Da da da

A series of footsteps were hidden by the howls of the undead and the sound of rain. Several dark monsters approached under the cover of night, but they did not get completely close to the short man and Fang Miao.

Then they threw out what they were holding.

slam
The branches swayed, and large water droplets fell, hitting Fang Miao's bamboo hat and raincoat and the short man's raincoat.

What they didn't notice was that some of the raindrops were dark red.

It was difficult to see clearly when it was dark, and the human nose was no better than that of dogs and other animals, and the smell in front of the Cave of the Dead was so stinky that they didn't notice it at all.

They just felt the branches above their heads shaking, which caught their attention, but they didn't find anything unusual.

bird?
wind?
"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

The roars of the undead became more frequent and closer, and you could even hear the sound of some undead crushing the mud and water, as if they were flying over.

The short man felt that these undead were a little annoyed, so he picked up a flashlight and shined a light on them.

The undead hate light and will probably run away when exposed to light.

But the reality was beyond his expectation. What he illuminated with his flashlight was a large area of ​​undead. Such a large number had gathered at some point.

They were hit by the light on their faces, but they showed no intention of avoiding it. Their ferocious and rotten faces revealed their desire for blood.

"Why do I feel like they are coming for us?"

The short man panicked a little, but the effect of gray garlic was still there, and he could feel the rich breath when he opened his mouth.

The effect of gray garlic has not expired, how could the undead be interested in me?
嘭

A strong, fastest-running rotten corpse pounced on him. As an intermediate mage, the short man reacted very quickly and did not let it pounce on him.

"Young Miao, something is wrong!"

He yelled these words, his small eyes widened, and his heart beat faster in an instant.

Wrong, so wrong!
……

"Yes, that's right, that's it, hehehe~"

On a tree in the distance, a man wearing a bamboo hat was applying a waxy substance to his wounds.

Short Man and Fang Youmiao were two mid-level mages, and he didn't dare to confront them head-on. What's more, there was Mr. Leng from a big company, whose strength was unknown.

I have almost completed the mission in Yangyang Village, and when the time comes, I will be able to get the cursed beast rewarded by the deacon!
It was a warrior-level cursed demon that could kill a mid-level mage.

"Where are the outsiders who want to get their hands on the water of Kunjing? It's better to be buried in the belly of the undead, lest the old man really gets greedy and sells the water of Kunjing to you."

He sat on the tree and watched the short man and Fang Miao below being surrounded by the undead.

Lightning broke through the sky, briefly illuminating the dark night, and one could see that the surroundings were densely packed with several layers of undead.

Several black beasts completed the task of attracting monsters with blood and returned to him.

Dong dong dong

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a sturdy figure looking at the battle ax threw aside the undead chicken blocking the way and appeared in front of the short man and Fang Miao.

"Corpse General?!"

The short man and Fang Miao made a sound of horror.

(End of this chapter)