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The pale-faced man's pupils shrank, "It's you?"

Ron smiled and did not answer him. Big Beard said flatly, "That's impossible. How could a Necromancer have such powerful fighting strength?"

Such a powerful and terrifying spell simply didn't match with the image of the Necromancers on Noah Continent. They didn't dare to accept this reality.

"Believe it or not." Ron curled his lip in disdain.

"Hehe, as I expected, you're not dead. That's great, I can now avenge my brother Groot." A cruel smile appeared on the white-faced man's face. "I will beat you down, but don't worry, I won't kill you. I will cut off your flesh piece by piece so that you won't be able to beg for death. Only when you have one last breath left, will I bring you back to the Holy Church."

"Do you think you have a chance?" Ron also sneered and said arrogantly.

The white-faced man sneered. He took out a sword from his spatial bag, and traces of dou qi appeared. He turned around and said to the bearded man, "I'll take care of this man …"

Big Beard looked at Big Baldy's miserable state and had a bad feeling about it. However, he still nodded his head.

"Come, didn't you want to kill me? "Bring it on..." Ron laughed heartily, and at the same time, he waved his hand, dispersing the black mist in his hand.

At this moment, the six snowballs around the two Radiant Church's soldiers suddenly moved, and the snow on their bodies fell, revealing a strange figure within.

Skeleton!

The snowball exploded, revealing six ghastly white skeletons. These skeletons held a one-handed axe in one hand and a large shield in the other. Their green eyes stared at the two.

"What?" Skeletons actually appeared here? " The white-faced man was secretly surprised.

Ron had been watching them and had set up an ambush here.

"Hmph, do you think these useless skeletons are enough to deal with me? I'll tell you this, kid, in front of a true expert, it's useless to play these tricks … "

"Go, kill him..." Ron ignored the white-faced man and gave the order to the Skeleton Bravehearts.

At his command, the Skeleton Bravehearts swarmed towards the white-faced man.

"Go to hell …" The white-faced man's eyes were blood-red.

However, he had just come into contact with the Skeleton Bravehearts and knew that the situation was not good. The strength of these Skeleton Bravehearts was far beyond their imagination.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

In the snow, the battle was extremely intense. Snowflakes were flying in the air, and Dou Qi was roaming about. Under the assault of the Skeleton Bravehearts, they quickly fell into a bitter battle.

This was completely different from the Necromancers he had seen in the Roland Empire in the past. He needed to expend a great amount of effort to defeat a skeleton, and what made him even more depressed was, every time he chopped down a skeleton, the child would wave his hand and those shattered skeletons would stagger to their feet.

"Not good, the number of his skeletons has increased again …"

The white-faced man suddenly discovered that the two of them had been surrounded by their opponent's skeletons. Not only that, but the number of their opponent's skeletons had unknowingly increased to eight.

Big Beard's calves were also trembling, and that extremely valiant looking big beard was also shaking. He said with a trembling voice, "No … …" Impossible … This isn't a Necromancer. "Absolutely not..."

"Quick... "Hurry up and help me..." At this time, the white-faced man no longer cared about his dignity. He loudly shouted.

"Don't... Stop it... I... "Let's escape …" Big Beard's teeth were chattering. He didn't think that a beginner swordsman would think of running away from a Necromancer.

Just as the white-faced man was entangled with the Skeleton Bravehearts, a black bone lance appeared out of nowhere in Ron's hand.

"Puff —"

The white-faced man looked at his chest in disbelief. He only saw that a long black bone lance had appeared in front of his chest at some point, piercing through his body.

The white-faced man collapsed powerlessly onto the ground, anger and indignation written all over his face. His eyes were fixed on Ron, he had never imagined that he would die under the hands of a necromancer.

"The people from Naca villa deserve to die …" Ron spat hard at his body, and then he looked up, staring at the last of the big beards, a murderous gleam in his dark eyes.

"You … Don't come near me... " Big Beard's face was full of fear, and he was looking at Ron as if he were looking at a devil.

"Pudong!" Big Beard actually kneeled down. "Lord, please let me go, I have eighty mothers …"

Big Beard was crying and begging for mercy with his snot and tears. He was only 15 years old … No, at the age of sixteen, his heroic appearance could not conceal the weakness of his strength.

He was weaker than the pale-faced man, and if the pale-faced man was dead, he was no match for Ron.

"You can leave now …"

After a long silence, Ron suddenly said something.

"Thank you …" "Thank you, my lord …"

The bearded man thanked him as if he had been pardoned, then backed away slowly, keeping a wary eye on Ron as he retreated, afraid that he would attack from behind.

"Whew —" Ron sighed deeply, and the white breath immediately froze into ice crystals.

Truth be told, he didn't like to kill people. Even though it wasn't the first time that the bearded man spoke up for him, that was why he let him go. However, he also knew the consequences of letting him go.

However, Ron didn't care, he had already formed a feud with the Holy Church. As long as he practiced necromancy, it would mean that he would become enemies with the Holy Church.

Some things, now that they had been done, did not have a chance to regret, and Ron did not regret it.

"Eh? "What is this?"

Ron crouched down, picked up a brown bag from the floor, and turned it over and over.

The bag was about the size of a palm and had traces of mysterious runes engraved on it.

"Could this be the legendary dimensional bag?"

He had heard too much about space bags, but this was the first time he had actually seen one. Many mercenary adventurers carried this with them, and in addition to the weapons, there were also many treasures they had plundered.

It could be said that by obtaining this Spatial Pouch, it was equivalent to obtaining all of this person's belongings.

From the outside, the space pocket wasn't very big, but it was connected to another strange space, which could hold something even bigger than the bag itself.

The one Ron had picked up now had three cubic meters of space to hold things in.

"Open it and see what's inside?" As Ron thought this, he opened the bag and the contents came rolling out.

Dozens of gold coins, clothes, food, firewood and even tents were essential to survival in the wilderness. It was normal for these Church guards to bring them with them.

None of these spatial bags were worth much. It was enough for the Holy Church to equip them one by one.

Ron rummaged through the other space bags. The contents were almost the same, and when he found the white-faced man's space bags, Ron accidentally found a few pieces of women's clothes.

At this moment, Ron reached out to pick up the white-faced man's sword. The sword glowed with a faint cyan light.

"Good sword …"

Ron couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Even if he didn't know his place, he could still feel the slight chill on his sword.

If he knew what this was, he would be able to tell that this sword was a low-grade Azure Sky Sword. It would at least be worth 1000 gold coins. It could be said to be the most valuable thing that this white-faced man had.

"A sword is a good sword, but I don't know how to use it."

"I wonder what type of weapon the Necromancers would use?" A thought flashed through Ron's mind, and then he remembered that he was empty-handed, that everyone else had weapons and he had none. "Could it be that he was using a magic staff like a mage?"

"If I have the chance, I'll have to ask Grandpa Homerin."

These are all things he deserves, and although he won't be able to use them, he can sell them if he has the chance. These are all money!

… ….

The cold wind whistled as the snowflakes danced in the air. A vast expanse of whiteness surrounded the area.

A few men in thick cotton clothing and armor were walking on the snow, leaving deep footprints as they searched for something.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

All of a sudden, a black figure flew up into the sky.

"Be careful!"

The few of them were greatly alarmed. At the same time, a bright light appeared from the spatial pouch, and a weapon instantly appeared in the hands of these people.

It turned out to be just a bird.

When they clearly saw the black shadow in the sky, everyone let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

They were the soldiers of the Holy See's Guard. Compared to those useless soldiers, they were much stronger. Each of them was a beginner swordsman. Among them, there were even healing priests.

One of them wiped his sweat and said, "It scared me to death. I thought it was an enemy."

The other smiled and said, "Enemy? Where did this enemy come from? This is the Dark Forest, the territory of the Holy Church. "

"The most terrifying thing in the Dark Forest is not the enemy, but the strange beasts. If we meet them, we must be careful —"

"Strange beasts, maybe we can get some Exquisite Cores. If it's true, then we'll be rich," one of them said with a smile.

The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Generally speaking, it is impossible for strange beasts to appear in this place. If they do appear, you just have to rely on yourselves."

Everyone laughed lightly.

Right at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew out. The middle-aged man in the lead had his eyes wide open as this black shadow became bigger and bigger in his eyes.

"Puff —"

"No …" There was … "There's an enemy …"

These people reacted fairly quickly. Before that middle-aged man's corpse fell to the ground, they all shouted out and pulled out their weapons from their spatial bags.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Spears of bone shot out like arrows from the dark, aiming straight at the bodies of these people, aiming straight for their vital points.

A soldier of the Radiant Church's forces clutched at his chest, unwillingly falling to the ground. Even at the moment of his death, he had not seen the person who had ambushed them.

The bone spears mercilessly attacked, and the soldiers fell one after another. Some of them didn't even have the time to use their own dou qi.

The ambushers seemed to have prepared ahead of time, planning and planning in every nook and cranny. Even where they hid, a powerful bone lance would suddenly appear.

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