"Serena Maid Chief, aren't you afraid in the face of so many of our undead?"

The necromancer, who knew at a glance that he was the leader, smiled hoarsely, "Even if you defeated a monarch, but this is our home field, you have left the territory of the Duchy of Sorrowful Winds, and you no longer have the strength to fight the gods!"

"Don't you doubt it?" said Serena, holding her staff, jokingly, "You're so sure I'm here alone?"

"The Grand Duke of Cervantes is on the other side, on the border between the Kingdom of Kurt and your principality. The necromancer tugged at the corners of his mouth, giving a smile to his already stiff face, "If he suddenly disappears, then morale will definitely plummet, and you won't let him do that." ”

As he spoke, the necromancer narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "We have already studied you thoroughly, and your love for this country is incredible, so we are sure that you will give your life for this country, and you will rather die than let the battlefield on the other side be victorious - we conclude that you will not be able to summon the Grand Duke of Cervantes, never!"

"And," the necromancer turned, "we're not going to give you a chance to summon him!"

Serena raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so you're actually aiming for me?"

"Maybe you can put it another way—" the necromancer said with a slight bow, smiling, "'from the beginning'!"

The smile on her face slowly faded, and Serena frowned slightly, "From the beginning?"

"Yes, from the beginning. The necromancer opened his arms and exclaimed, "This five-day blizzard was a cover from the beginning, but in fact, our target has always been you. Whether it's the destruction of a distant camp or the simultaneous attack of two monarchs on your principality, our target has always been you, Lord Maid Serena, and you should be honored that we have done so much for this!"

Serena took a deep breath and her voice became low: "In order to kill me, you want to use the civilians of the entire principality as a 'sacrifice'?"

"Yes, this is also our deal with those two monarchs, but we have believed from the beginning that they will not be able to break through the legendary 'Wall of Sorrowful Winds'. ”

The necromancer seemed to remember something, and patted his head, "Ah, yes! Chief Servant Serena, you don't have to continue to try uselessly, we have sealed off the space here, and even we ourselves can't teleport. ”

"And ......," the necromancer suddenly grinned silently, "the 'Forbidden Demon Enchantment' is already on the verge of capturing you—we've said all this just to stall for time, you can't escape!"

"Me?" Serena's face suddenly turned strange, "Did I say I was going to run away?"

The smile on the necromancer's face froze, but the azure barrier representing 'forbidden magic' suddenly rose from all sides, and several powerful transcendents walked out of the army of the undead.

They exude the breath of the undead, but they are not undead, each of them has the breath of flesh and 'life' in them.

"I wasn't here in the first place," Serena's voice suddenly became illusory, much to the necromancer's uneasiness, "and what about 'escaping'?"

Ever since he became the 'undead', the necromancer thought he had lost his 'fear' and 'panic', but now, the feeling came back to him - even the few transcendents who heard it stopped in their tracks.

Disturbed by the 'Forbidden Demon Enchantment', Serena's figure had gradually become illusory, and she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"No, no...... Nope!"

The necromancers couldn't accept the fact that they were on the verge of killing the woman, but now they ......

"You're not a 'phantom', I knew from the beginning that you're not a phantom! you have the breath of Serena Wailing Wind, you are Serena Wailing Wind!!" The necromancer's eyes widened and he cried out frantically, "I can't go wrong with my senses, magic can't go wrong!"

"Until now, it was Selena standing here...... Mr. Necromancer, you didn't feel wrong. ”

The projection on his body disappeared, and the psychic link that could cross time and space was also broken, and Cervantes' soul returned to his body, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the necromancer.

The corners of his mouth grinned, outlining a hideous arc, and his fierce gaze stared at the necromancer who was stunned on the spot, "Just ask, in this world, who can connect 'heart' and 'heart', and between two souls can reveal everything about themselves to each other without reservation?"

From the moment he appeared, the muscles of those transcendents had tensed.

They are all warriors, and they are specially selected for this 'mission'!

Just in case, they are all strong enough, and although none of them are 'Legends', almost all of them have the strength to become 'Legends'......

"Can any of you do it?" asked Cervantes, tilting his head, in a soft voice.

There was no other sound in this heaven and earth except the wind and snow, and his enemies did not make any sound.

"No!" Cervantes shook his head lightly, "not a single one!"

As he spoke, his smiling gaze fell on those extraordinary warriors, and after looking at them for a while, he suddenly sneered: "I didn't expect it to be a group of old friends...... You're trying to kill Sera, right? You're on a mission to kill Sera, right?"

"It's you ......" At this moment, the smile on his face completely disappeared, but he asked softly: "You want to kill my wife, right?"

"......"

Suddenly there was a low call from the altar, and they turned their heads to see the necromancer clenching his staff and shouting, "Kill him, kill this black dragon!"

"What you can do - up, !!"

Looking at his clown-like performance, Cervantes couldn't help but laugh again.

Laughing, he suddenly flicked his right arm and knocked a swooping warrior out of the air.

His attention was back on the transcendents, and this time, he lost the smile on his face - or, rather, 'madness'!

"You want to kill Serra, do you?" asked Cervantes, his voice trembling.

The transcendents ignored it, and as if it were a blow in their ears, they all leaned down, their eyes fixed on the legendary black dragon that was already on the verge of rage.

The low-level undead don't have any movements, as they are now unable to make any movements.

The necromancer took a few steps back, his stiff face already filled with horror.

"Tell me......"

Black scales slowly emerged from the edges of his hideous face, and Cervantes could no longer control the high corners of his mouth, the snow at his feet and the snowflakes in the air were melted by the heat gushing out of his body.

Smack!

He stepped forward, stepping on the melted snow, and at the same time causing the alarms to ring in the hearts of the transcendents.

The huge dragon wings spread out behind him, tugging at the hearts of the transcendents.

"Answer me......"

The trembling voice echoed in the chest, overlapping and slowly merging into one, metamorphosing into a kind of laughter.

Can't wait any longer!

All the Transcendents knew very well that they could not afford to wait any longer, or else...... They will definitely be overwhelmed by the momentum of that black dragon!

At the same time, the figures of the transcendents disappeared in place.

Cervantes was furious and shouted: "You bunch of !! of waste"