112, one move can suppress you

The existence and the legendary cabinet of resting was in front of her. Yin couldn't help but feel dizzy and stared at the box full of keys: "How can such an important thing be in your hand? Even if you are a priest, shouldn't those keys be in the temple? How did you get them?

Hemmering stroked the lid of the box slowly and said, "If you hand over the key, I will answer you."

At this time, it is meaningless to deny it. Yin still insisted on Solandal's words and shook her head resolutely: "There must be a lot of dangerous things written in the secret book. If you see it, I don't know how dangerous the consequences are. I won't give it to you!"

"Yin, we get to know each other. Don't toast, don't eat punishment," Hemerlin's eyes signaled. Kraun pulled out his sword and put it on Yin's neck. "Your life is of no value to me. If you hand over something, I'll let you go. If you insist on hand it over, I'll kill you and take your head to find it. Mr. Blair, please ask him to help open your dimension.

Yin was angry and wanted to jump up and point to his nose to scold him. The sword in Crane's hand pressed her back and forced her back. He had to say fiercely, "You killed the chief priest White in his house, and now you want to kill me again. Do you think he will help you?"

A smile opened on Haimlin's beautiful doll's face, which looked as stiff as carved with plaster. His body began to exude a very oppressive force of death, and a faint gray appeared around him, gradually forming a vague shape.

"He will help me. No one can refuse what the Parthian Legion wants to do unless he doesn't want to live."

The shape of those pale gray smoke is getting clearer and clearer. Yin can already see that it is a pair of wings with only a skeleton. With his head as the center, the smoke is tumbling, and the wings are slightly fanned, and a cloud of gray smoke emerges from his forehead, extending into a hand and reaching towards Yin.

Yin shouted in her heart and quickly retreated, but the hand, which was also only a skeleton, stretched out. She reached out wherever she hid, and there was a sword on her neck, and she could not get up and escape. She could only watch it almost poke her face.

"I've never used the call of reincarnation," Haimerlin's eyes have completely turned red, which makes people's hair creepy. "But your mental strength is very strong. It's a pity to die like this."

The summoning of reincarnation is probably the only forbidden spell recorded in the magic textbook. It is said to be a kind of abnormal magic that can directly extract the living soul. Although most of the necromancers have learned it, few people use it, because it is meaningless if the object is a warcraft, and if the object is a human, it faces a legal trial. It's very troublesome.

Yin couldn't do anything about this situation. She began to doubt whether Solandal's words were wrong at all. The person in front of her didn't care whether he was dead or alive at all. He may still live after handing over the key, and if he didn't hand over the key... If she is better, she may be able to escape, but with her physical strength, it is estimated that she can't climb the wine cellar door. The mouth was pierced.

At this moment, the wooden board at the entrance of the wine cellar was suddenly lifted up, and a light figure came in with the orange light.

Hemerlin paused the gray hand, looked at the visitor quietly with red eyes, and asked, "How long do you want to pester me?"

Yin didn't dare to look back. She could only listen to the footsteps and gradually came behind her, and half of the shadow crossed her and threw it at the feet of Haimerlin.

"Since you know that I'm an abandoned disciple, don't try to get benefits from me by getting close."

The voice was very familiar, and Yin became nervous in an instant. Who is this person? It sounds like Mr. Cameron's disciple, but he only knows two necromancers in total... Could it be--

Haimerlin took back the dimension of the box on his knee and pulled out the magic wand in his sleeve. The light gray smoke also dissipated. It seemed that he was also afraid of the people who came and dared not use the reincarnation call.

He rubbed the magic wand in his hand and said calmly, "It seems that I should have killed that woman last time, so you may learn to be good. Don't you think so, Dan?"

Yin never dreamed that Dan and Hemerlin would be taught by the same teacher. Although the number of necromancers on this continent is not as large as that of swordsmen, the probability of meeting two in the same door in a row is really too small!

"If you kill her, you won't live now." Dan didn't know what she had done. The sword on Yin's neck was removed. She quickly stood up and took a step back.

Heimlin was not panicked and said to Croun, "You go out. It won't help if you stay." Kraun had to put away his sword and leave obediently.

Dan's face was covered with stubble, and he was even wearing the adventurer's coarse cloth trousers, which was stained with a lot of dirt and blood, and there was a bad smell. Yin couldn't help but wonder if he had not taken a shower since the day he left Berente, right?

"Look at what you have done," Hemerlin stood up with his chair and took two steps with his incompetent feet. "Don't you feel rude to appear in front of the noble lady in such a sloppy way?"

Dan replied unbiasedly, "I don't have the right people in vain."

Yin also immediately expressed his position: "I won't look down on people because they are sloppy. When Xiaohei was bought by me, he was as dirty as if he had rolled in a mud pond. I didn't lead him away."

Their rapid alliance made Haimerlin couldn't help laughing. He turned his head and asked, "It seems that you're not going to give me the key?"

Then without waiting for Yin to answer, he sang the spell: "The death of the end of all things, I am here to praise your power..."

Before Yin could react, Dan, who was also a necromancer, shouted, "Get back!" He also pulled out his wand, "Ryling Zhonghe!" The top of the wand instantly emitted a white light, defeating the death force just mobilized on the opposite side.

Himmerin was stunned, and Yin's eyes widened: "Ritsu? This...what's going on!"

"Didn't you think of it?" Dan looked serious and energetic, "Although my talent is not as good as you, I haven't spent so many years in vain. If you learn legal skills, you can't use it even if you have great skills."

At this time, Himmerin's face finally began to look ugly. He stood straight in place, staring at the two people opposite him angrily. Suddenly, he remembered something and sneered, "When did you start dealing with that guy?"

Dan did not hide it and said frankly, "The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Last winter, he found me and said that he could teach me how to turn defeat into victory. I exchanged information with him. It's that simple."

Haimerlin sneered twice and put up his wand again to prepare to attack again, but Dan said first, "I just met him. It seems that he is going to tell the master about the fact that you killed someone."

This sentence successfully made Hemerlin completely unwaried. He almost immediately put away his wand, quickly said, "I'll let you go today", and then disappeared from the same place.

"Who is the 'he' you just said?" At this time, Yin dared to interrupt, "People in the Parthian Legion? Master... The master is in Remingdo. Do you know who the master is?!"

It's late at night. At this moment, in the Temple of Glory, all the people who worship during the day have gone home. Only a few young trainee priests are still cleaning the auditorium. Solandal is mixed in it and happily wiping the tables and chairs.

As soon as the back door of the auditorium opened, the chief priest leaned in and said to them, "It's getting late. Hurry up and go back to the room to sleep." The trainee priests answered yes one after another and walked out one after another with cleaning tools. Solandal, when they were not paying attention, huddled in the corner and cast a hazy shadow on himself, and began to wait quietly.

The trainee priests talked in a low voice and went back to their rooms to rest through the courtyard. The auditorium was completely quiet. The moonlight penetrated through the huge glass paintings, depicting gorgeous patterns on the tables and chairs. Solandal leaned his back against a concave column and counted down in his heart, five, four, three...

When he counted one, the main door of the auditorium made a sound, submerged in the clock at midnight, and a long dark shadow spread to the front of the pulpit. Someone came in.

The man was dressed in a wide black sacrificial robe, a big hood covering half of his face, and only a beard under his jaw, proving that he was a man. He steadily walked to the pulpit, groped his fingers on the six-petal flower relief on the front of the pulpit for a while, and picked it to the organ. He only heard a click of the organ. A black dark square of half meters appeared under the organ behind the pulpit.

The man bypassed the pulpit and squatted down in front of the dark grid. He was about to take out the things inside when a voice suddenly came from behind him: "If you look for the abandoned box, it is no longer there."

With a slight movement, the hazy shadow failed. The man didn't seem to think that there was anyone else in the auditorium, so he got up and turned his head in surprise.

"The thing was taken away. Who took it? You must be very clear about it." Solandal snapped his fingers, and the fire phoenix lit up the high lampstand. The auditorium suddenly became much brighter. "Long time no see. I really didn't expect you to be a master."

The master laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect to be seen through by you. Except for angels, you are the only one who knows that I am a master."

Solandal was still wearing a priest's robe, so he saluted him as a priest: "I salute you in the name of genius Solandal Lucas, Father of rest, great master..." Then he gently read the name.

The master was exposed by him, but he was not angry at all. He pressed a switch on the organ, and the dark compartment automatically closed again. He continued to laugh and said, "You know that the box has been taken away, and you still hide in the auditorium. You don't just want to see me with your own eyes, do you? What do you want to ask? Just ask.

"The master is really a refreshing person," Solandal came to him and looked playfully at his small half chin and beard exposed in the shadow of his hood. "I'm such a person, but I'm very fond of my compatriots. Can the master tell me why there were all kinds of ways back then? He sent someone to kill me, and this year he suddenly changed his mind to kill my sinister brother?