After lifting the curse on his body, Grete had just stepped into the palace with half his foot, but he saw a scene that shocked him.

A dark red light descended from the sky, and all the necromancers gathered outside the palace fell to the ground at the same moment, and their bodies twitched unnaturally.

This discovery immediately shocked Grete. He keenly sensed the arrival of danger, and subconsciously hid in the palace. He did not dare to move forward, let alone look at the source of the red light. He could only secretly Make observations.

"What happened?" Grete muttered to himself. He realized that a change that he couldn't understand was taking place in the entire Shadow City.

At this moment, Grete couldn't help but think of the Rod that he had met before. Although he did not understand what Rod did, he was afraid that everything could not be separated from him.

After lifting the curse on his body, the only thing Grete wanted to do was to escape from here quickly, whether it was a necromancer or anything else, it was not something he could participate in.

Seeing all the necromancers fell to the ground, there was an obvious abnormality in the crowd, Grete gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and rushed out to face the unknown crisis of the palace.

There was no strange feeling, and Grete was happy. In his sight, the Necromancer, who fell first in the distance, stood up with a terrifying appearance, and his pupils had completely turned red.

Feeling the terrifying breath of these necromancers, Grete wisely did not approach them, and ran in the direction of fewer people falling down.

Not long after running, Grete stumbled and fell straight to the ground. There was pain all over his body, especially the foot that was caught.

He turned around in pain and saw a blue-purple palm firmly grasping his left ankle. A necromancer with a hideous appearance and lying on the ground was constantly exerting force, dragging himself backwards. go with.

Grete was careless, his body was dragged back abruptly, and then he felt an unbearable pain in his calf, and the Necromancer had already bitten him.

"Let go of me..." Great wailed in pain. He took out an old dagger from his arms and ran across the face of the necromancer in a panic.

I never thought that this move of Grete not only failed to push the necromancer back, but made him even more bloodthirsty. If Grete didn’t stop in time, I’m afraid that even his hand would be taken by the necromancer. Bite.

Looking at the necromancer who was full of blood and couldn't tell whether he belonged to either of them, Grete felt a strong crisis. In this state, he was more calm, and the distracting thoughts that originally existed in his mind, whether it was pain or fear, were rejected by him at this time.

He curled his body slightly, holding the dagger backwards, taking advantage of the gap between the necromancer's bite, Grete directly pierced it into one of the necromancer's eye sockets.

Grete only felt that his feet were loose, and the necromancer was in pain, covering his injured eyes in a panic, and had no time to continue to control him, which also gave Grete a chance to escape.

Looking at the necromancer waving his arms indiscriminately behind him, Grete was happy, and the crisis seemed to be temporarily relieved.

Dragging his aching left leg, Grete just wanted to continue to flee outside the city. What he saw in front of him suddenly stopped him.

During the time he was dragged by the necromancer, all the necromancers nearby climbed up from the ground, their eyes flashed with the same scarlet light, and they were sniffing around at the same time.

Greta secretly swallowed his saliva. He noticed that all the necromantic necromancers nearby, their sights were finally concentrated in one position, that is, his left leg that had just been injured and was still bleeding.

Grete's body trembled faintly, and a sound from behind also attracted his attention.

Turning around, the necromancer had already pulled out the dagger from his eye socket. Under Grete's gaze, he wiped the blood stains around his eye socket aside and opened his eyes again.

"It's impossible..." Grete murmured. The Necromancer, who had suffered such severe damage, recovered within a moment.

Not only that, after being nourished by the blood, the aura on the Necromancer's body has grown more and more, and it has reached a level that makes Grete terrified. He rushes towards Grete no matter how Grete opens his eyes. Unclear his movements.

"No..." Great exclaimed. He already felt death coming. No matter what he did, he couldn't escape this fate, so he had to close his eyes like an appointment.

However, the attack in his foreboding did not come. When Grete opened his eyes again, all the necromancers nearby were kneeling on the ground tremblingly. At the same time, Grete also felt a familiar breath.

Turning around, Rod's figure appeared in Grete's sight.

"You failed." Rod's cold words reached Grete's ears, as if there was no emotion in them.

"What's wrong with me?" Grete looked at Rod with some confusion, as if he didn't understand his words.

Rod shook his head and continued: "I thought that you have the potential to become a hero, so I gave you the opportunity to prove yourself. Unfortunately, you completely failed."

What made Grete cared was that the nearby necromancers with powerful aura lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Rodduo at all, which also made Grete realize something.

"When a crisis comes, you may use everything around you to survive, whether it is a companion or other objects, as long as you can survive, you can make good use of it." It seemed that something had been thought of, Rod continued. "Unfortunately, when everything that can be used does not exist and you need to gather your will to fight the danger, you have failed."

"In your heart, there is no such strong will as a hero. Your last choice is to give up like an appointment, and the end of giving up also means death."

Great's body trembled. He seemed to want to say something, but Rod did not give him this opportunity.

"You will not become a vampire, you will become a corpse witch, serving me as an undead creature." After speaking, the flames surged from under Rod's feet, and his figure disappeared.

Great, who stayed in place, stared at the far away Rod in a daze. Behind him, the Necromancer who initially held him back, also rushed over again.