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Chapter 220 The Murderer

As the black mist slowly dissipated, Irene, through her dying eyes, discovered that the one who had plunged the blade into her body was actually the tall skeleton under the command of that young human necromancer.

How come Gremi's self-destruction didn't even destroy it?

How ironic!

I never imagined I'd die at the hands of a summoned creature.

The gushing blood flowed down Irene's toes, which were off the ground, and pooled on the ground in a small puddle.

Irene tried hard to open her eyes wide and continue to see the world clearly, but it was too difficult for her, and the light in her beautiful eyes gradually faded.

It turns out that Richard had been waiting for the other party to reveal a weakness.

After all, he himself could no longer cast spells, although the Blood Bone Puppet's combat power was still largely intact, and it had been replaced with a higher-energy magic crystal.

However, as a puppet with only powerful physical attacks, there are many ways to counter it.

Therefore, Richard, who only has the Blood Bone Puppet left, has only one strike left. He must seize the moment when his opponent is relaxed and launch a surprise attack in order to defeat him.

Fana's giant vine attack was quite powerful, and it had already made the black mist wall teeter on the verge of collapse. Richard seized this opportunity.

Richard ordered the Blood Bone Puppet to speed away from the side and rear, bursting into the black mist, even though he couldn't sense the exact location of the two high-level Spider Women in the black mist.

But his order to the Bloodbone Golem was to kill any living creature it encountered!

While Irene was controlling most of the black mist energy and defending against the giant vines in front of her, the Blood Bone Puppet's spiral blades rushed in and closed in.

Coincidentally, the Blood Bone Puppet first discovered Irene, who was exhausted from maintaining the black mist.

Thus, Richard's good fortune arrived, but Irene's misfortune came!

Irene didn't even have time to unleash her full power before she fell to the Blood Bone Puppet's snow-white bone blade.

"Splash!"

As if discarding a piece of junk, the Bloodbone Puppet, after confirming its target's death, flicked its arm, tossing the already closed-eyed Irene into the flowerbed, and then focused its gaze on Grace.

Grace was also exhausted at this moment. Looking at the deep green soul fire in the empty eye sockets of the Blood Bone Puppet, the indifference and ruthlessness made her shudder.

She hurriedly grabbed a bunch of small blue glass bottles, uncorked them, and started guzzling them into her mouth!

"Gulp, gulp!"

While drinking, Grace kept her eyes fixed on the Bloodbone Golem.

"Whoosh!"

How could the Blood Bone Puppet allow Grace to calmly take the mental energy recovery potion? It immediately launched another attack!

Although I have already drunk the mental energy recovery potion, it will still take several seconds to recover my mental energy.

Grace's eyes revealed helplessness as she quickly pulled an egg-sized object from her pocket. It was a round, transparent glass ball that seemed to contain some kind of purple liquid. She then slammed it heavily onto the sole of her foot.

"Clatter!"

A cracking sound rang out!

When the purple liquid came into contact with air, it evaporated violently, producing large swaths of white mist.

After the Blood Bone Puppet rushed to where Grace had been standing, it could no longer find her.

After searching repeatedly, Richard and his men deduced that the enemy had likely retreated temporarily.

Northeast corner of Tug City.

Subsidence area.

In the center of the arena, Lokor's body, as the Stone Elemental Lord, remained intact, its powerful defensive force field radiating outwards intermittently.

Any creature within its defensive field, unless it is stronger than it, will be affected by its force field.

He has ten points of ability, but can't even use three-tenths of it.

This is the power of a third-tier elemental lord.

However, the number of large rolling stone elements that came to the surface with it seems to have decreased significantly, with only about a dozen remaining.

Look around following the line of sight!

All around lay a dense circle of gray dwarf city guard corpses and large piles of rubble.

A rough count revealed that there were already hundreds of corpses of the Grey Dwarf City Guards, among whom were many in black robes. Presumably, these black-robed figures were the wizards from other wizarding organizations that Bram had mentioned earlier, who had come to provide support.

The city guard commander, Bram, looked grim. His hands, holding a steel shield and a heavy hammer, trembled slightly. At this moment, he was definitely not in good condition.

Fortunately, the endless stream of gray dwarf city guards behind him were converging on this side from different directions like four long snakes.

Just after he killed several large rolling stone elementals, he was targeted by the elemental lord Lokor, who defeated him with a simple charge.

If it weren't for a few guards stopping him, he would be lying on the ground right now!

The sturdy heavy plate armor on his chest and shoulders was completely shattered by Elemental Lord Lokor in that brief encounter.

Unexpectedly, a city guard battalion of over three hundred men found it so difficult to even hold off the Stone Elemental Lord for ten minutes.

Looking around, he saw that a large number of his brothers had died.

Bram was furious!

That's real skill! Real skill!

I am still not strong enough, the gap is too big, and I can only fill it with my life.

However, a third-tier elemental lord cannot be killed by sheer numbers.

Perhaps there is even a sliver of a chance that a human wave tactic could succeed?

However, this might require the sacrifice of a million people? Or even more!

Fortunately, in a few more minutes, the city lord should be able to activate the suppression magic array, right?

Bram gripped his steel shield and one-handed hammer, which had always been with him, with only one thought in his mind: hold on a little longer!

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Inside Richard's villa.

The surroundings were a mess. The garden floor was covered with traces of battle, and the lawn was riddled with holes as if it had been through a meteor shower. The rare flowers were all gone, leaving only broken branches and withered leaves, making it impossible to tell what was what.

After confirming that there were no enemies around, Richard quickly asked Stephanie to help Fana up.

Not only did the other party repay a favor, but now, it could be said that he owed Fana a huge favor.

When Fana was in the Scorched Earth Secret Realm, it wasn't a life-or-death situation, but she encountered a lot of trouble.

But just now, Fana had just faced a life-or-death situation; one wrong move and she would have lost her life on the spot.

Richard's feelings for Fana were so-so before, perhaps because she was shrewd and calculating?

But after that battle, Richard had already changed his opinion of Fana!

Although the enemy had withdrawn, and judging from the results, apart from one person who escaped, the other four were killed on the spot.

but

Richard felt no joy of victory whatsoever!

Because Gorkan, who had just fought alongside him in the Scorched Earth Secret Realm, was now lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, glaring at something with resentment.

Richard slowly crouched down and gently closed Gorkan's eyes with his right hand.

"Gorkan, I will avenge you."

"I know you're worried about your few remaining tribesmen! Don't worry! I'll take good care of those apprentices. Rest in peace!"

As a necromancer, to be honest, I'm not too worried about my followers dying in battle. At worst, I can reincarnate them as undead, or at least as spirits.

Richard was very proficient in the aforementioned witchcraft and related spells, such as the walking corpse reincarnation ritual and spirit reincarnation.

However, what surprised him greatly was that the souls of the dead Gorkan, the two gray-robed figures, and even this high-ranking spider woman had all vanished without a trace after death!

This is quite strange!

If it were only Gorkan who was in this situation, it's also possible that the high-ranking spider woman named Grace used particularly vicious attack magic that could even reach the soul level.

But now that the souls of all four people are gone, it's clearly not a matter of witchcraft.

Richard was momentarily stunned by this.

"Cough cough. Master Li Wei, why did the Night Elves attack you?" Fana's delicate face was now pale, it seemed that the battle just now had exhausted almost all of her mental energy.

"This..." Richard glanced at Fana with a hint of apology.

After fighting alongside Fana twice, Richard realized that this petite dwarf witch possessed an indomitable fighting spirit and formidable strength that were completely incongruous with her small stature.

He knew that she had suffered such a heavy blow, and that she had been implicated by him. As his friend, he should let her know the general details of what had happened.

Moreover, Hawkins, the vice president of the Grey Dwarf Brotherhood, had already guessed that he came from the surface, so he no longer needed to deliberately hide it from Fana.

In addition, Fana has also seen the battle scene just now.

The disgust! The skeletons! They were all too obvious!

"It's a long story, Fana. Actually, I come from the surface world; I'm a necromancer among the surface humans!" Richard said.

Fana, on the other hand, wore an expression that said, "I knew you had a problem."

"Master!" A familiar voice rang out.

Richard turned around and was overjoyed to find that Fingart had actually survived.

"Fingert, it's good that you're alive!"

"Master, I thought I would never see you again."

Just then, a tiny gray dwarf child, only about six or seven years old, squeezed through the crack in the villa door while wiping away tears.

"Hey! Isn't this Lord Desol's grandson?" Stephania said in surprise.

This little rascal is very mischievous. He even picked some of the precious flowers planted in his master's villa and gave them to his grandfather's favorite concubine.

Stephena tried to discipline the little brat a few times, but he just made faces and winked, completely ignoring her.

But why is this little guy crying today?

Could it be that Lord Dissol spanked him?

Stephanie shook her head.

Probably not. She knows how much Lord Desol dotes on this little brat; how could she bear to hit his precious grandson?

Richard also looked at the little brat named Bandi with curiosity as he ran towards him, crying all the way.

In his memory, this little Bandi had always been a mischievous boy; at least he had never seen him cry.

"Uncle Li Wei!"

"My grandfather is dead!"

"My family has all been killed!" the little boy said haltingly, sobbing.

"What?" Richard was stunned.

The little brat's words were like a bolt from the blue!

In an instant, Richard's head buzzed, and he stood there dumbfounded!

"What? Dissol is dead? How could he be dead?" Fana, standing to the side, covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief.

She had known Desall for many years, long before Richard.

Although Dessol has many flaws, such as alcoholism and womanizing, he is not a bad person at heart. After spending time with him, you will find that Dessol is very sincere to his friends.

The key is that Desol's strength is even greater than hers!

She really couldn't imagine who had killed Dessol.

"Bandi! Say it again! What did you say about Dessol?" Richard's blood boiled, and he couldn't help but shake little Bandi hard.

He seemed to be frightened by Richard's ferocious face.

Little Bandi choked back tears, saying, "Uncle Levi, my grandfather is dead, my whole family is dead!"

After confirming it again, Richard was completely lost in thought.

Desor's voice and smile flowed through Richard's mind like a slideshow: their first meeting in Grey Fern Town, his hearty drinking, his enthusiastic invitation to Tug City, and his introduction to the Grey Dwarf Brotherhood.

Richard suddenly jolted awake and turned to walk towards the gate! He planned to go to Dessall's residence immediately to check on the situation.

But the hem of the wizard's robe was suddenly grabbed.

With a "rip!" sound

Richard's black robe was torn into two pieces, revealing his underwear!

Richard's face darkened, wondering which guy it was.

But when I looked down, I realized it was Fana.

At 1.2 meters tall, after accidentally tearing Richard's wizard robe, Fana's head was positioned directly in front of Richard.

He immediately turned his head, covered his face with his hands, and his face turned bright red!

Richard immediately waved to Stephanie, who was chuckling to herself.

"Go and get me a new set."

Distracted by Fana, Richard calmed down.

Seeing Richard change into his new black wizard's robes, Fana's blush faded slightly, and she tucked her loose hair behind her ear.

"Richard, calm down. How much fighting power do you have in your current physical condition?"

"You know, Dissol's combat strength is quite impressive, he..."

Fana didn't elaborate, but Richard understood what she meant.

Fana turned to look at the sobbing little Bandi and asked:

"Oh, by the way, little Bandi, tell Auntie that you..."

"Oh ho! Little Grace, is this human the one who defeated you so badly and even killed Gremi?" A sudden voice rang in everyone's ears.

Richard was startled! None of the people present had noticed when the other party had already brought Grace to stand on the wall of their villa.

He looked down at them from his vantage point.

The moment Richard saw the other person, alarm bells went off in his head!

He was over 2.4 meters tall, with a handsome face, but his head was covered with black horns like a bull, his hands had been transformed into a pair of extremely sharp claws, and he had a lower body similar to a ram and large hooves!

This immediately reminded Richard of the guy named Gremi from earlier; after his transformation, Gremi also had this appearance.

But this guy in front of me is clearly stronger than Gremi!

The opponent seems to be able to maintain this mutated state indefinitely, and Gremi uses it as a trump card.

"Monster! Murderer!"

"It's him! He's the one who killed Grandpa, and..." Little Bandi was terrified, his face pale, his little hand trembling as he pointed at the other person, his words slurred.

Richard's pupils constricted instantly! His fists clenched tightly! The knuckles of his fingers cracked!

The killer was right in front of him!

(End of this chapter)