Far sea marsh central area.

Although this wetland swamp does not have the tall and original forests like Hurek Forest, low bushes still grow everywhere on the ground.

Deep in the remains of the glass palace left by the ancient star elves.

After Ballerus waved his sword and lifted the cloak of the corpse, he saw clearly the true face of the "death screamer" in front of him.

This is the "Death Scream" they encountered when they were detecting the ruins. The instant "Scream of the Banshee" once forced them to have the power to resist.

The moment he picked up his cloak, the old sword saint Ballerus was stunned.

Although the 'Death Scream' is also a dead person, there is still a difference between the two.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Ballerus was the corpse of an elf girl.

From the surface, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she looks pretty and cute, as if it is because of long-term malnutrition. The elf girl has a pale face and thin skin, and her skin is so dark and hard. She seems to have been dead for a long time.

But strangely, she did not rot, but still kept her body intact.

At this time, everyone also surrounded him and saw the girl in front of him, they were stunned.

In addition to Salou and Tifflin's magicians, there are also Archbishop Tysonde of the Temple of Knowledge, who went to the depths of the swamp to explore the ruins of ancient cities.

Originally he was planning to find a wizard, but although there were many spellcasters in Mokou Town, the only one who had the strength to be above the fourth level model was busy establishing the Arcane Academy in half the plane.

In desperation, he had to go to the far sea swamp with four people.

Death screamers from the depths of the distant marsh frequently appear within the territory, which has seriously threatened the security of the territory.

He naturally knew that the only way to solve the problem once and for all was to find the source of the death screamer.

"Is this... a lich?" The dragon vein warlock Salou looked at the elves' corpse and expressed his guess in an uncertain tone.

No wonder he had such speculation. After all, the death screamers they encountered in ancient city ruins were flesh and blood, and most of them were skin and bones. Except for beings like zombies, they were basically bone-like.

The Lich is naturally no exception. It can even be said that as a condensed body of magic, the Lich itself has completely eliminated the physical body.

But at present, this "lich" has a thin face and a yellow skin, and looks like an ordinary elf girl no matter how you look.

"Did we kill a living person?" Tysonde, the Archbishop of the God of Knowledge, asked with a little uneasy.

"No, she has died long ago, and it's just her body that fights us."

The magician Tifflin, wearing a dark red robe, walked to the body, and his thick dark red tail rustled in a slight swing.

He lowered his head with obsidian-like ram horns, stretched out his right hand, which was covered with sharp claws, and tore open the elf girl's clothes.

The magician's action made Ballerus and Tysonde frown.

But before he could say anything, he widened his eyes and was stunned by everything in front of him.

An ice-blue crystal was embedded in the center of the elf girl's chest. Around the blue crystal, something like a blood vine was deeply rooted in her skin and spreading in all directions.

But now, this ice-blue crystal is dim, like a gray, inconspicuous stone.

"What a pity." The magician Tifflin squatted down, stretched out his finger and poked the stiff cheek of the elf girl's body, then stood up and said regretfully:

"Ah, it's such a pity. It's hard and frozen. Salou, do you want me to heat it for you and then give it a while it's hot?"

"What a joke? Do you think I'm such a person?" Salou, with a pretty face, carried the warhammer on his shoulder with dissatisfaction, glanced at him, and snorted: "At least, wash it clean, and let's talk about it after it's sterilized."

"You're still thinking carefully."

The magician smiled, with two sharp fangs on the corner of his mouth, and then his dark red face turned right and said:

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. This should be the 'puppet corpse witch', a technique developed by the lich. Simply put, it is the lich who connects his soul with the corpse of the caster through the 'life stone', and then manipulates it like a puppet."

"But if it's just like this, it's not uncommon. There are countless evil magics used by undead creatures to manipulate. What's special about the 'puppet corpse witch' is that they can not only act as 'spy' of the lich, but can even inherit and use all the power of the lich in a short period of time. This is almost equivalent to a clone of the lich, with its strength similar to the original body, but when the clone is destroyed, the original body will not suffer any damage. Because the lich will completely hand over this damage to the person being cast."

"It's so cruel." Hearing this, the pastor Tysonde couldn't help but frown in disgust and looked at the corpse in front of him.

"Why do those evil undead creatures use this method?"

"Even an undead creature, it is not really immortal, even a lich who has a life box."

The magician spread his hands and said:

"Indeed, if creatures like blood-sucking species and lich do not defeat their bodies, they will still be resurrected soon, but resurrection will take a process after all, and no matter what, they will be severely injured in the previous battles. This kind of trauma is at the soul level and cannot be eliminated for a while. The enemy of the undead is not only us, I think you are also very clear. Old priest, the struggle for power and profit within the undead creature has always been very serious, if there is any witch

The demon accidentally fell into trouble and was killed by us. Maybe when he used the power of the life box to resurrect, his three-point land would have changed hands long ago, so they created the "puppet corpse witch". They would select those victims whose soul fluctuations were similar to theirs as containers, and engrave the life stone on them. In this way, these victims were equivalent to a clone of the lich. The lich could manipulate them to exert their power, and even if they encountered attacks and injuries..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Speaking of this, the magician made a gesture, "... Just like before, he could let the soul of the caster himself serve as a shield to block our attack, and he could return to his own body leisurely. In this way, at most he only sacrificed a puppet, but he could ensure that his strength would not be damaged. For the undead, this is a good deal."

"As far as I know," Ballerus nodded thoughtfully and expressed his doubts, "Whether it is a lich or a necromancer, they never care about the appearance of puppets and undead creatures. The puppet in front of them not only retains its appearance during its lifetime, but also..."

"You guessed it right." The magician interrupted his words and said slowly: "The lich hidden in the dark is a believer of the immortal beauty Ye Yao."

"I don't think it should be a discussion of who the Lich is." Salou looked around with a worried look, "You have already said just now that this puppet is the clone of the Lich. Does this mean..."

"Dong!"

As if responding to Salou's words, the dull sound suddenly echoed in the remains of this quiet city, making it particularly loud.

After hearing this voice, Ballerus quickly clamped the shadow lightsaber in his hand and looked around vigilantly. Priests Tysonde and Salou were waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Only Tifflin's magician still looked indifferent, swaying his tail leisurely, squinted his eyes and looked forward.

A huge black shadow slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"This is……"

Looking at the terrifying monster in front of him, even Balleus couldn't help but gasp.

It was an obese monster that was more than five meters high and condensed by countless corpses.

It had two ugly heads, as if it had been burned by flames, with only flesh and no skin, disgusting heads.

As the monster turned his head, you could even see the muscles on its face contracting with the movement.

Four thick and huge arms held heavy bone-cleaning knife, and countless fishy smells, dark green liquid dripped from its body, emitting a foul smell, which even made people feel dizzy.

"This, what the hell is this?" Salou looked at the magician.

"This is the necromancer, a lich's gadget. It seems that we are getting closer to the target." The magician said, walked forward, raised his head, and stared at the monster in front of him.

At this moment, the undead guard had also discovered everyone. It turned its head, roared, and roared in the elves full of slime feeling:

"You shouldn't have come here. Morriel's secret belongs to him! Now, you must die!"

Then it slowly walked towards the crowd, leaving a series of disgusting traces on the ground.

The Necromancer's movements were not fast and his pace was slow and staggering, but this did not make Balleis relax his guard.

He knew very well that the advantage of the monster in front of him was not speed.

But power!

"Swish!!"

The advantage of the Necromancer is not speed, but it is the opposite for Ballez.

In just a blink of an eye, Balres, who was originally standing beside Salou, picked up his shadow lightsaber, flew past with a series of afterimages, and came to the feet of the Necromancer.

Then, Balleis jumped up.

The Necromancer's reaction was indeed slow enough. When Ballez came to his feet, it seemed as if it suddenly discovered an enemy and then waved its four arms down.

However, at this time, Balleis had already jumped up, which made the attack of the Necromancer completely empty and did not hit him at all.

But the powerful strength advantage of the Necromancer is highlighted. If it were on weekdays, the failed attack would not be threatening, but for Ballez, this is not the case.

Although the Necromancer fell into nothing, just as its blade was swinging down, Balleis immediately felt a powerful air flow coming towards him, and his body, which had originally jumped into the air, could not support him and was blown away directly.

Seeing Ballerus being blown away, everyone couldn't help but look shocked.

——"Supernatural Ability: Revenge Angel!"

Ballerus was obviously prepared for this. While feeling the violent airflow, a pair of translucent soul wings appeared behind him and stopped his castration.

——"Waste Insight!"

——"Pick up the air and cut!"

The moment Ballerus' body paused in the air, he then turned into a afterimage at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the necromancer.

Priest Tysonde and Dragon Vein Warlock Salo also immediately released ranged attack spells to support the old swordsman's attack.

A lightning flashed away.

The sharp shadow lightsaber was like a plow, and a shocking deep gap was cut across the body of the necromancer.

Not only that, the huge shadow lightsaber went straight forward and penetrated the body of the Dead Guard in a flash.

I saw a wound more than one meter long appeared in the center of the fat and huge body of the Necromancer. The corrupt internal organs mixed with blood flowed out of it, which looked shocking.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the brilliance of magic and spells intertwined, and gorgeous magic flames burst out on the bloated body of the necromancer.

If a living creature is replaced, then this is enough for it to suffer.

But for undead creatures, they no longer have the concept of pain.

Therefore, the Necromancer immediately turned his body, raised his knife with his four arms at the same time, and waved it down towards Ballez.
To be continued...