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"Uh……"
Seeing Latis blocking the others, the necromancer gritted his teeth in anger. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"That's right, you've probably seen the tower rising from the mountain in the distance, haven't you? Hehe, those are relics from the dwarf era. Although they're not very tall, they're still magnificent and stretch for hundreds of meters..."
Seeing that Latis looked at him attentively, the necromancer subtly moved two steps to the side. Seeing the old woman with the thick face leaning against the wall, seemingly dozing, he was overjoyed and quickly continued:
"It also has the function of channeling wind and using the power of nature to resist natural disasters. In the dwarf period, it was often built on the ridge next to the flat land to create a greenhouse-like environment on the flat land so as to expand the wheat field from one harvest a year to two harvests a year."
"So it has this function?" Latis said in surprise. "The dwarves' ingenuity in creating things is truly astonishing."
"Yep."
The necromancer chuckled, and seeing Latis turn to talk to Jennifer, he took the opportunity to move two steps toward Norrige and said:
"That's not all. I have a friend who once saw dwarves using the tower's drainage function to create artificial rain. It's much more effective than magic. However, some unscrupulous dwarves would sometimes use the drainage outlets for personal purposes. During the period when this happened most frequently, the wheat fields showed signs of salinization..."
"Ahem, that's all beside the point."
The necromancer slowed his pace and continued:
"The crisis I'm referring to actually lies in the tower itself. The reason the dwarves were able to build towers that rise and fall so easily in the past was not only due to their powerful construction skills, but also because of their excessive consumption of mineral resources."
"Because the construction and maintenance of the tower facilities are extremely costly, the mountain ridges near the dwarven tower are basically in a state of over-exploitation. Some people speculate that the reason why there are so many monster caves under the Mountain Wasteland is not because there is a so-called underground world, but because there are too many abandoned mines dug by the dwarves. Heh... I won't make a definitive judgment on the matter here..."
He stared intently at the dozing Norrigi, slightly arching his back, his staff gradually rising, and continued speaking:
"Once the tower rises, the hollow beneath it will naturally become a lair for monsters, and it might even connect to underground passages in other places... I have a friend who once lived under the tower for a period of time. No matter what noises were made there, the outside world couldn't detect them. Perhaps... by the time they discovered it... there would be countless monsters underneath!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the necromancer grinned, instantly raising his staff to stab Norrigi.
"Isn't it a bit impolite of you to stare at a menopausal old woman like that?" Norrige suddenly opened her eyes and said coldly.
"Ah?" The necromancer was shocked. He quickly glanced at Latis and the others who had turned back, knowing that he might be in grave danger if he couldn't explain himself. In that critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck him. He knelt down on one knee with a thud, raised his staff respectfully, and said:
“I have long heard of your great reputation, Master. Now that I have obtained a sandalwood staff, I would like to present it to you.”
Latis, who had been secretly watching the spectacle, was utterly shocked. He squeezed Jennifer's hand and couldn't help but think to himself:
"Could he really be a genius?"
"Me? A name as powerful as a mountain?" Norrigi pointed to himself, exclaiming in surprise, "I've been hiding my identity for so many years, and the title 'Double-Strong Old Lady' is still chasing after me?"
Latis couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, interrupting their conversation, and picked up the necromancer's staff, saying:
"Alright, alright, the old lady is past the age of being competitive, and this isn't the era of using a staff anymore, there's no need for that..."
"You wretched brat, you ruined my plans... Oh well, too late, you're the one!"
The necromancer was furious and immediately launched a soul attack, roaring in his mind:
"He may be a big, clumsy guy, but he's still usable! Give me your fresh, living body!!!"
"Go!"
Latis's relaxed shout attracted the necromancer's attention. He turned his head and was shocked to find that Latis had thrown his staff with an extremely standard posture.
"No! My staff!"
The necromancer instantly shed his trembling posture, took off his legs and charged towards the spinning staff, then leaped up and pounced on the staff in mid-air.
"Wang!"
In the blink of an eye, a憨厚 (honest and simple) dog suddenly leaped up from nowhere and bit the staff. The necromancer, after a phantom pain, tumbled down the hillside.
"Damn it!" Latis rushed forward, snatched the staff from the gold-devouring dog's mouth, snapped it in two, threw it on the ground, and pointed it at its nose, yelling:
"Don't accept everything! You'll learn your lesson if I lose something next time!"
He shook his head, confirming that the broken staff could not be restored, then picked up the gold-devouring dog by the scruff of its neck and walked back. Suddenly, as if sensing something was wrong, he looked down the hillside.
The hillside below was deserted.
"Oh no, the necromancer has escaped!"
As if in response to Latis's discovery, the staff remnants on the ground suddenly began to vibrate violently the next second.
"I did not wish to fight you; I kindly wanted you to die without pain..."
A hoarse voice came from down the hillside. Latis frowned, gestured to the civilians to take shelter inside the Listening Wind Terrace, and then took two steps forward to protect them.
"I never expected you would humiliate me so repeatedly, even destroying the dwelling place of my soul. This is outrageous! I am kind by nature, yet you have forced me to this point... How hateful!"
The black fog on the street surged up the hillside like billowing smoke. Jennifer's eyes sharpened, and she decisively released a divine protective shield to protect the Listening Wind Platform.
"So exaggerated?!"
Norrige was also taken aback. She quickly activated the magic power within her body and poured it into the old protective array of the Listening Wind Platform to resist the invasion of the black mist together with Jennifer.
Thick black fog instantly surged from all directions of the town, completely enveloping the Listening Wind Terrace. The surging black fog obscured the night sky, as well as all the streets and houses. In this pitch-black fog, only Jennifer's divine power shield was still faintly emitting light.
Latis's hair was tousled by the wind, and his clothes fluttered wildly. He let the black mist blow across his face, his expression grave as he searched for the necromancer's trail.
Although the priest's abilities protected him from the invasion of necromantic magic, the amount of magic he could control was so thin that it could only cover the surface of his body and could no longer spread out.
"My soul...drifts in the air, with nowhere to rest!"
The necromancer's furious voice drifted from the black mist, its location impossible to discern. He roared:
"Now you will all die! I will use your corpses to carry my lonely and helpless soul! I will make sure this sky can no longer obscure my vision... I will climb step by step... step by step, to the very top! Ah!—"
"Necromancer Summoning!"
Amidst the drawn-out roar, Torso's expression shifted slightly, then his gaze sharpened, and he shouted loudly:
"Brother La, three o'clock!"
Latis instantly looked in that direction and saw a pair of blood-red eyes hidden in the black mist, staring intently at him with boundless hatred.
"Step forward and chop!"
He grabbed a sledgehammer, moved against the wind, and slammed it down on those blood-red eyes.
"Die to me!"
boom!
With the force of this hammer blow, the blood-red eyes suddenly deformed and fell down. However, just a second later, the eyes opened again and disappeared into the black mist.
"They're summoned undead! They're fearless against my hammer assault!"
Latis was startled and was about to loudly report the battle situation when Torso's voice, which he had already sensed, came from behind him again.
"Nine o'clock!"
A sharp, stinging sensation instantly struck. Latis had no time to think and threw a punch at the charging claw, immediately dodging to the right and behind him.
"Brother La, catch!"
Just as Latis was frantically thinking about how to deal with the enemy, he suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him. He instinctively opened his palm, and the next second, a long sword, scabbard and all, rushed into his hand.
It's Torso's sword! Although they lack the ability to control magic and cannot charge into the necromantic black mist to fight, they are still helping in their own way!
Latis involuntarily released his hammer and drew his sword.
bass!
The sharp sword cut through the black mist, leaving a trail of sword wind. Even in this pitch-black scene, the inscription "Swift Wind Sword" could be clearly seen.
"What a sword!"
Latis couldn't help but praise.
"Brother Latis! The enemy is here!" Torso's voice rang out again from behind. Latis snapped back to reality, calmed himself, and asked in a composed manner:
"where is it?"
Torso's voice trailed off for a moment before hesitantly speaking:
"Two at twelve o'clock! One at three o'clock! Six at ten o'clock!"
"What?!" Latis exclaimed in surprise, instinctively gripping his sword tighter. He took a deep breath and murmured:
"It seems he's been lying in wait all day and is indeed very well prepared..."
A few thoughts flashed through his mind, but he quickly calmed down and sneered:
"Even if there is no time to confirm the outcome of the battle in the simulation, I am no longer afraid. The predetermined path is not the whole future. I am pulling someone, but of course I trust myself the most."
Latis laughed three times and charged towards the nearest undead, shouting:
"Go with the wind... but be careful behind you!"
Chapter 222 Jennifer Will Grow Old With You
"My divine power is insufficient..."
Jennifer took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with Norrie, and seeing that she had already nodded in preparation, she gritted her teeth, interrupted the divine power shield, and the light in the arena went out.
call!
The surging black mist, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, instantly pounced on the protective magic array, and Norrigi's expression immediately turned solemn.
This old protective array was originally used by the dwarves to defend against small monsters, so its strength is not very high. Although the black mist came as fiercely as a monster, its essence is actually necromantic magic, so the array, which is more focused on physical protection, can only play a very limited role.
Therefore, Norrigi could only output magic power at high power, using the properties of the protective magic circle to exclude necromantic magic.
"The divine magic within the ring... will be fully charged in one hour..."
Jennifer anxiously stroked the ring on her middle finger, trying to absorb the light power in the air. However, it was already night, and with the resurrected ancient tree absorbing the light, the light power in the Wilderness Territory had already decreased by a level.
She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and her eyes suddenly became resolute.
……
"Brother La, behind you!... Three o'clock, advance! Watch your left!"
Torso had closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and stood at the edge of the protective magic circle, trying hard to sense the flow of the wind. In this already chilly night, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.
Although he was born with an extremely high affinity for wind-attribute magic, his energy levels were rapidly declining due to prolonged periods of focused concentration.
boom!
A muffled thud came from within the black mist. Torso's face turned pale, and he immediately shouted:
"12 o'clock! ...Sorry, brother, I missed something earlier...3 o'clock!"