Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 315 Genius Necromancer

A transformed zombie is walking aimlessly on the street, his brain has been completely corroded by the vampire plague and disease, and he has lost all judgment.

His only ability to think is his desire for flesh and blood. The desire for fresh flesh and blood forces him to keep walking and expand the area of ​​spread of the plague.

But at this moment, a sharp blade slashed across his neck. Before his head fell to the ground, he saw a woman carrying his body and leaving here as quickly as possible.

When the head fell to the ground with a sound, it was as if no one had appeared on the entire street.

"Alive, headless."

Mousse threw the zombie he had just killed onto the bed and tied it up.

On the side, the ratman doctor had already prepared a full set of isolation measures and slowly walked over with a small dagger in his hand.

Under Mousse's gaze, he completely dissected the zombie and carefully observed the flesh and blood inside.

"Air virus, blood virus, this, hiss."

The zombie had been completely dissected, and its blood and lungs were completely infected by the plague, turning into the most terrifying gray-black color.

The blood is full of viruses, which explains why the corpse transformation comes so quickly. The lungs are full of viruses, which explains why the transmission speed is so fast.

You should know that according to normal viral pharmacology knowledge, those with strong transmissibility are less lethal, and those with strong lethality are less transmissible.

When these two things were combined, even the ratman doctor put the small dagger into the disinfection pool, and then ordered his family to lift the bed board.

The zombie, which had been disemboweled but still alive, was thrown into the fire.

In the raging fire, any plague was cured.

"There's nothing we can do. The whole city can't be saved."

The rat doctor slumped to the ground, even falling into deep self-doubt.

After working as a doctor for so many years, there were still diseases that he could not cure. The mouse lost all ability to move and sat on the ground without saying a word.

Mousse crossed his arms across his chest, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"I went outside to check. There are too many zombies. I can't break out by myself, let alone take you with me. Unless I ride a black dragon, I will be drowned by the zombies."

Then the dark elf suddenly had an idea and she remembered what happened to them both in Sylvania.

"Try to see if you can control these zombies. Maybe you have better control over them."

This is indeed the only solution left at the moment.

Windlow also recalled the memory of fighting with the necromancer. For some reason, he always had a magical advantage in magic that outsiders were unknown to him.

That is the magic wind attraction.

"I just have to give it a try."

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to recall his past control over magic, and Izehi's teachings emerged in his mind.

The so-called magic is to use firm will to guide the wind of magic, so as to make such a force submit to one's control.

"The dead are resurrected!"

For some reason, he uttered these words, and after opening his eyes, a lavender and light gray light slowly emanated from his eyes.

Mousse immediately knew what this meant.

The light purple represents the wind of death among the eight winds of magic, and the light gray represents the wind of shadow among the eight winds of magic.

The combination of Wind of Death and Wind of Shadow is necromancy.

As the words "the dead are resurrected" came out of his mouth, the air around him dropped several degrees almost instantly.

Even the ratman doctors knew what this meant. If the temperature in an area dropped in a short period of time, it meant that the content of magical wind here was astonishing.

The crematorium that was still burning suddenly became restless, and waves of creepy and terrible friction came from it.

Then, corpses covered in flames walked out one after another.

These were corpses that had not yet been completely burned to ashes, and they walked out step by step with flames.

The flesh and blood on his body kept peeling off and fell to the ground like clay along with the flames.

Only the skeleton continued to execute the command to move, walking towards Windlow step by step and forming a basic formation in front of him.

"Skeleton Army?"

Even the dark elves, who are known for their cruelty, are terrified of this kind of magic, which is a blasphemous magic that can even control the dead.

These skeletons and the zombies that were closer outside were controlled by Windlow at the same time, forming a large army in the open area at the door.

There are more than a hundred of them.

Even for a vampire from the Nicolachi family, it would take ten or even dozens of years of training to learn the magic to control so many zombies.

But Wendlow did it almost in the blink of an eye.

He even made a gesture in the air, and the group of zombies and skeletons broke off some of their own ribs and held them in their hands to use as weapons.

Windlo was completely speechless at this moment. This necromancy was indeed too weird.

Although he controlled the zombies, he seemed to be controlled by them. His mind was filled with all kinds of bloody thoughts, and he even vaguely saw the memories of each zombie.

I saw fragments of their past memories and their immense desire for flesh and blood.

If there is only one zombie, then this memory fragment is like watching a movie and has no ability to harm the mage.

But more than a hundred images flooded into his mind at once, swallowing up his original will in a moment, and constantly chewing and digesting it.

"not good!"

Although Mousse is not a wizard, the elves are born with a very keen intuition and sense for magic.

Of course, she noticed the magical changes in Wendlow and immediately ran over to support him.

Then he slapped him twice.

This slap from the real world directly woke Wendlow up completely.

No matter how real the things in the memory are, no matter how memorable the touch of the memory is.

But memory is memory and can never compete with the reality.

The people woke up immediately and instantly severed the memories of the zombies from everything that happened in reality, very quickly and very thoroughly.

Although he could still sense the memories and desires of all the zombies, it was like a shop owner hawking his wares downstairs. It was only sound and could no longer have a more drastic impact on him.

At the same time, he also received an order from the minds of these zombies that arrived earlier than himself.

"Go outside the city, go to the river outside the city, merge, become one."

Wendlow read out the will of the zombies and hurriedly called Mousse.

"Moose, outside the city, outside the city by the river, something."

The two of them came from outside together, so the information outside the city was of course recorded on the map.

But now Windlow has to focus most of his attention on controlling the zombies and has no time to search his own memories.

"Let's go to the river outside the city? I know the location. Let's go now?"