I came back at ten o'clock in the evening, and the code words were not in time for posting before twelve o'clock, so I replaced the other two chapters first, worked hard to code the words, and changed them after the codes were completed.

Chapter 17

...The necromancer felt dizzy even more, and couldn't speak a word for a while. He didn't even dare to ask why Ye Long appeared here. In fact, he felt that he didn't need to ask this question at all.

A dark elf was kidnapped, and another dark elf appeared at a critical moment. Do you need to ask why this dark elf came? Naturally, he came to rescue the kidnapped dark elf.

"Ah! This... this is us who saved her!" The necromancer pointed to Shakier and said, "She was captured by the human slave catchers, and we killed them all."

Of course, the necromancer would not admit that he also wanted to steal Shaqier's original intention. The death knights were beaten so hard that they could not resist, and it is estimated that they would not be able to take a few hits when they went up.

As for why he took Shaqier away? Please, necromancers are also human beings, and as human beings, they have to spend money, and mages are one of the most expensive professions among all professions. Because any magic research requires a lot of time and money, whether it is orthodox magic or dark magic.

Compared with other orthodox mages, necromancers only study different types of magic. They can't transcend the boundaries of mortals, and they don't need to spend money if they don't eat fireworks.

But the necromancer is another kind of existence in the orthodox society. Because they are different, because the magic they study is too mysterious and terrifying, so they are not allowed in traditional society.

Therefore, most necromancers are perverse and withdrawn. They often stay away from the crowd and hide in the wilderness to study their dark magic. Researching magic requires a lot of materials. If you want materials, you have to buy them, and you have to spend money to buy them.

Although the forest will provide them with many commonly used medicinal materials, it can even provide them with most of the rare materials. But it is impossible for them to search every corner of the forest alone to find every kind of medicinal material they need. This is not something that can be done by one person.

So they can only trade with others, so they also need money to support their research. However, necromancers are not tolerated in society, and naturally most necromancers have no normal way to make money.

This undead mage, who has just advanced to the rank of mage, has been hiding at the edge of the dark forest all year round, hunting slave hunters in the dark, and stealing goods to trade with those big nobles.

Of course, if given the chance, he wouldn't mind being a slave catcher himself. Because a living elf can make him stop worrying about gold coins for a long time, but the dark elf in front of him is obviously not a good target.

"Ah (second tone)?" Ye Long stopped punching the undead knight, he turned his head to look at the undead mage, and didn't quite understand the meaning of the undead mage's words for a while.

"Yes, we saved her!" The Necromancer nodded hurriedly.

Ye Long saw that the death knight was already dizzy from the beating, and he probably wouldn't last long if he continued beating.

He clapped his hands and stood up, and said to the necromancer, "Come here, let me beat you up for a while."

What does it matter to me that you saved that elf? What do you mean by saying that to me? Ye Long felt that the necromancer's head was completely corroded.

"I... I didn't make a mistake!" said the necromancer tremblingly.

"It's not bad, let's fight." Ye Long said.

"For...why?" The Necromancer was terrified.

"No reason, this is overbearing!" Ye Long said.

"Ah!..." The Necromancer's brain short-circuited instantly. He stayed where he was, not knowing what to do for a while?

"Don't worry, you are a stranger, beating you will not be like beating him!" Ye Long said.

"..." The necromancer was too scared to speak.

Ye Long was waiting for him to come and beat him up.

"Can I let them replace them?" The necromancer was a little stunned, and asked tremblingly, pointing to the five puppets behind him.

In fact, he was just trying to ask.

Ye Long looked at the five human zombie puppets behind the necromancer and asked, "The ones that were just transformed and revived?"

The necromancer was taken aback, not knowing what he meant by asking this. But he didn't dare to answer nonsense. After all, after killing a person, resurrecting the corpse of the dead and making it his own puppet is strictly prohibited by any orthodox race on the ground, so he can only He nodded mechanically and did not dare to answer casually.

Ye Long moved his arm and said, "Yes, I just want to move my body to calm down."

To be honest, although Ye Long is a three-hundred-year-old soul cultivator in the underworld, he still hates the direct hunting and killing of mortals and refining the corpses into zombie puppets.

He thought it was against the way of heaven, and he used to do a lot of things to deal with those resentful ghosts who came and went to the mortal world to harm people. He took the souls of those who committed more serious crimes and handed them over to Duan Feng.

However, the necromancer is a mortal, and killing among mortals is a mortal matter. He has always been reluctant to interfere, but sometimes he will teach him a lesson.

As for the cold aura on the necromancer, it was nothing to him. If he wants to release his breath, it will be thousands of times more eerie and colder than a necromancer, because he is a soul cultivator in the underworld.

So under the mobilization of the necromancer, several slave catcher puppets who had just been transformed into puppets didn't even resist at all, and were severely beaten by Ye Long like sandbags one by one.

The four puppet fighters could hold on for a little while, but the last thief Ye Long flew out before he could punch a few times, and it seemed that he would be finished after a few more punches.

Ye Long frowned, looked at the thief puppet who was sent flying with disgust, and finally turned his gaze to the necromancer.

"Is there any more? Call a few more, it's not enough!" Ye Long said.

"Uh...no...not anymore!" the Necromancer stammered.

Although Ye Long didn't do anything fancy when he beat up a few undead puppets, it looked like a gangster was fighting badly. However, the Necromancer has advanced to the level of a magister after all, and he faintly noticed something strange inside. He realized that this kind of blow was not the same as that of ordinary hooligans, but he couldn't tell what was the difference.

"No? No, then come here!" Ye Long said.

"Me? Ah... wait..., there is more! There is more!" The necromancer's face changed greatly in fright.

According to the strength of Ye Long's blow just now, even the puppet of a swordsman-level fighter could not withstand many punches. As a legal profession known for its fragility, I couldn't bear his several heavy blows.

"Then call it out!" Ye Long said.