Chapter 605 The good guy among the necromancers
Three days later, Weilin saw that the thunder storm showed no sign of dissipating, so he had no choice but to take a detour.
Half a month later, on an isolated island with an area of about 200,000 square kilometers in the southwest of Thunderstorm, Verin asked Kyle to control the floating spaceship and land on the island.
Weilin came to the side of the boat and looked down. On the beach, there were corpses washed ashore by the waves. There were fishmen, naga, sea beasts, mermaids, etc. There were countless races, and they became victims of natural disasters. "Pond Fish".
"What an unforeseen disaster."
As far as the eye can see, there are tens of thousands of corpses.
You must know that this island is more than 6,000 kilometers away from the edge of the thunderstorm. You can imagine how many marine creatures died in this natural disaster.
"Kyle, cremate those mermaids and then find a place on the island to bury them."
"The corpses of other deep-sea intelligent races are burned on the spot and the ashes are scattered into the sea to prevent them from falling into the hands of the necromancers."
"As for the corpses of those sea beasts, they are piled together first and will be collected into the demiplane later."
After hearing his master's order, Kyle jumped off the floating spaceship and landed on the beach, splitting into thousands of silver low-level faceless clones.
In an instant, the beach was filled with a large number of faceless clones, working together to collect the corpses of the deep-sea races.
Below the deck, Odor ended his meditation, came to the deck, and flew northwest.
Weilin heard the sound and looked back, looking at Odor walking away, feeling a little confused in his heart.
Not long after, Odor returned to the floating spacecraft carrying two silver low-level necromancers.
Seeing this, Weilin stepped forward, drew out the knight's sword from his waist, and opened up the black robe covering the necromancer's body.
When he saw the body under the black robe, he said in shock: "It's actually a woman!"
Under the shock of Odor's powerful pressure, the two necromancers lying on the ground did not dare to act rashly, let alone show any shame or resentment, for fear that one of them would accidentally offend the other and lead to death.
"What's all the fuss about?" Odor glanced at Verin and responded in a calm tone.
After hearing this, Weilin silently sheathed the knight's sword in his hand, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and murmured to himself: "I have seen many necromancers, but one dressed so boldly like this, It’s the first time I’ve seen it.”
"Well, it's indeed bold enough." Odor followed Verin's gaze and glanced at the necromancer lying on the ground, and casually agreed, "In addition to wearing a black robe on the outside, there is only a tube top inside. It’s just two pieces of cloth wrapped around the waist. Maybe this is the unique custom and culture of this place.”
Facing the two strong men, the two girls lying on the ground could only tremble.
"Uncle, what are you going to do?"
"How to do it." Odor touched his chin, thought for a moment, and answered, "The necromancer is a very evil person. Naturally, he will be trained as a Dusk swordsman and given to your aunt as a bodyguard. It is considered a waste."
"Dusk Swordsman, what is that?"
Looking at Weilin's clear eyes, Odor answered: "Dask swordsman, first wash away the memory in the soul, and then nail seven Dusk cores into his body, locking his soul in the body. Within. Once all the magic power is integrated into the flesh, after three years of training using special methods, you will be able to become a Dusk Swordsman.”
When Weilin heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "This method of playing with souls couldn't have been invented by the necromancer, right?"
"It's true." Odor looked at Verin with some surprise, nodded and replied, "The necromancer used this method to train his enemy's daughter, wife and mother into Dusk swordsmen."
"Sir, please... please atone for your sins, as long as... you don't... don't turn us into... Dusk swordsmen, you... you can do whatever you want."
Looking around Xun Sheng, he saw the gray-haired girl mustering up the courage to raise her head and express her request.
Weilin lifted the scabbard, put it against the opponent's chin, and said, "I'll give you two choices."
"Please...please...speak." The gray-haired girl replied with a trembling voice.
"First, conduct a camp test on you. If you are from the neutral camp, I can consider letting you go. If you are from the evil camp, I will ask my uncle to crush the souls of you and your companions."
"Second, you two are pretty and made my uncle happy. I asked him to let you two go."
After hearing Weilin's words, Odor raised his staff and prepared to strike it down hard, but saw his gesture behind his back and took the staff back again.
The gray-haired girl hesitated and said, her trembling hands perfectly explaining her heart: "I...I...I choose the second one."
Weilin looked at the gray-haired girl, then turned to look at the shivering black-haired girl, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
Doesn't this fool know that he seems to be giving two choices, but in fact he only has one choice?
"I regret it."
The gray-haired girl suddenly raised her head, disbelief in her eyes.
Verin looked at the opponent expressionlessly, summoned the Sword of Anansi, and let it float in the air.
"Uncle, you come and test their camp tendencies. If they are from the evil camp, send them to silence."
"alright."
Seeing that Weilin insisted on doing this, Odor did not stop him. He raised his hand to cast a spell and conduct a camp check on the two necromancers.
Looking at the magic circle rising under the two of them, the magic circle under the gray-haired girl's knees is black, and the color under the black-haired girl's body is green.
"One is absolutely neutral and the other is lawful neutral. Are you still going to take action?" Odor dispersed the spell, called out the mage's hand, and helped the two of them up from the ground.
"Let them go."
Verin put away the Sword of Anansi, took out two intermediate magic crystals from the space ring and gave them to the other party, and said, "This is my apology."
"Sir, you don't have to do this."
Facing the intermediate magic crystal so close at hand, the gray-haired girl quickly shook her head. She didn't know if the black-haired young man was doing it in a kind way or if he was deceiving them.
The black-haired girl held the gray-haired girl's hand tightly, always lowering her head, not daring to look up to observe Weilin and Odor.
Seeing the other party's cautious look, Weilin laughed and said, "I'm sorry for deceiving you at the beginning. I didn't expect that you two strange people would appear among the necromancers."
"However, since I misunderstood you, I have to pay for my mistake."
"Now, please accept these two intermediate magic crystals. Don't force me to beg you."
The gray-haired girl looked at Weilin's eyes, lowered her head subconsciously, and held the two intermediate magic crystals in her arms.
"Okay, uncle, let's send them back."
Odor heard this and prepared to cast a spell.
The gray-haired girl suddenly raised her head and said loudly: "Can we follow you?"
