MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 8

Lasip was stunned for a moment, and a little annoyed after he reacted.

He, the boss of the dignified Codswood town, don't you want to lose face? !

But as soon as Rasip struggled, he felt that his fragile neck was slashed by a sharp crossbow arrow.

What a surprise! Is this guy for real? !

Rasip cursed inwardly.

The three henchmen who followed Rasip before were frightened by Cyril's sudden strength.

But they just glanced at each other, and they all gathered around Cyril.

What a joke! They are three strong people, and Cyril's only weapon can no longer threaten them, so it should be no problem to clean him up.

Cyril naturally saw the undisguised stupid arrogance on their faces, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and a smile slipped in his bright almond eyes.

You must know that after this month of painstaking meditation training, he has successfully raised his spiritual power to "15".

In this regard, the system proudly claims that it is indispensable for its diligent singing.

The spiritual power of "15" is enough for Cyril to absorb the elements and convert them into magic power.

Although his magic power is only in the poor single digits, after several practice, he has been able to release a simple "binding spell".

It was one of the spells he learned from that old tapestry.

The purpose of Cyril's practice of this spell is also very simple, instead of practicing the "fireball" which is not very powerful and aggressive at present, the "Binding Spell" can at least buy him time to escape when he encounters danger .

And this "Binding Spell" is very suitable for the foggy forest with many wood elements.

Cyril recalled the feeling of casting a "Binding Charm" in the foggy forest, when he successfully trapped an antelope.

He worked hard to mobilize his few magic powers to smoothly construct the magic runes of the binding spell.

The reason why the Binding Spell is a simple spell is that it has only 6 magic runes and simple lines.

Cyril used his gestures to guide the magic power to draw the magic rune of the Binding Charm in the air, until the last stroke, "Quick Binding!", he read.

The three boys in front of them originally watched Cyril make the final struggle with disdain, but found that as his voice fell, they could not move.

They looked down, and a thin vine firmly trapped their feet.

This is? ?

Magic! !

"Hand over all the silver coins on you!"

Cyril looked at them, raised his delicate chin slightly, his beautiful face was full of writing - "Yes, this is what I did!".

The three boys turned pale with fright, trembling, and tremblingly took out their pockets, coat pockets, trouser pockets, and even one of the boys took off his shoes and took out a silver coin.

"It's all here! I swear to the goddess of light!"

They said with bitter faces.

Cyril glanced at the pile of copper coins that might add up to seven or eight silver coins in disgust, indicating that they could roll away.

The three boys ran away as if they were being chased by a monster, ignoring their boss who was still being held by the crossbow arrow and winking frantically at them.

Cyril looked back and smelled an unpleasant smell.

He looked at Rasip, whose legs were trembling, and found that the little snake in his shirt pocket came out to join in the fun at some point.

It slowly crawled along his arm to Rasip's neck, and the slender snake body wrapped around Rasip's thick neck.

The **** faced the double threat of sharp crossbow arrows and vicious snakes, and his face was pale - he was scared to pee his pants.

There was a small snake, Cyril deliberately shook his hand and retracted the crossbow.

"Practicing justice on behalf of the Goddess of Light? Bullying the weak?"

He tilted his head naively, touched his chin and asked in a playful tone.

It was only then that Rasip realized that Cyril was referring to him who took the lead in bullying and isolating the young him when he was in the church school.

Rasip looked disheveled and unnaturally choked out a word: "I'm sorry."

Cyril shook the crossbow arrow in his hand, and the dark green snake also tightened the slender body wrapped around Rasip's neck with great force.

"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Goddess of Light is on top, I will never do this kind of bullying again! I swear!"

Rasip couldn't hold it anymore, he felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he almost shouted out.

Cyril nodded with satisfaction and let the little snake crawl back into his hands.

Rasip got up from the ground with trembling legs, without looking at Cyril, ready to escape.

"Wait."

Cyril suddenly made a sound.

Rasip froze for a moment, but under the shock of Cyril's use of magic, he turned his head stiffly.

"Again, keep the silver coins on you."

Cyril raised a beautiful smile, her big almond eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, looking very seductive.

However, this smile fell in Rasip's eyes as the "evil wizard's smile".

He shivered and took out a silver coin and put it on the ground, and then, like his younger brother before, ran away.

Cyril smiled and watched Rasip, who took the lead in bullying the original body, run away, and was very happy.

He is just revenge for the original body, what kind of bad thoughts can he have?

"Nice job! Greene!"

Cyril gently rubbed the snake's head with his fingertips.

After spending more than a month together peacefully, Cyril found that this little snake is very spiritual, seems to be able to understand his own words, and can respond appropriately in time.

He once tried to release it in the foggy moon forest, but the little snake obviously showed unwillingness.

So Cyril took care of himself a small pet that didn't need to eat and drink, and named it "Green".

Cyril picked up the boys' belongings, about 10 silver coins in total, and he planned to donate them all to the dedication box of the town church tomorrow.

In addition, the proficiency of the spell needs to be improved as soon as possible, and strive to achieve the instant effect, Cyril thought in his heart.

It's just these small town gangsters who have never seen the world and just want to take advantage of the fire and let him slowly draw the magic spell.

If he were in real danger, he would be dead.

Although the system praised Cyril's wizarding talent, he still felt that his progress was a little slow.

What's more, after he released the restraint spell, he felt that his whole body's magic power was emptied, and even his mental power had a feeling of weakness.

A sorcerer who can only cast one spell is not a sorcerer. It is not as powerful as a crossbow that shoots several arrows in a row.

So in the following days, Cyril devoted more time to the training of spells, and he began to practice the "corrosion spell" with certain attack power.

With Cyril's current mana reserve, the attack range of this spell is very small, but he is mainly practicing the precision of the spell's attack.

He found a "good partner" who practiced spells - Devil White Lotus, whose flexible body was a good living target in Cyril's eyes.

As for whether the sparring partner is willing or not, I will not consider this issue for the time being.

***

Another cloudy day with no sun.

The foggy moon forest looks gloomy, and it seems to confirm its name, and a thin layer of fog shrouds the air.

Cyril kept the system alert for movement as usual, while he sat cross-legged and meditated.

After being able to use magic power, Cyril no longer meditated in the fluorescent grass, but found a place with a high concentration of elements.

[Fifty meters ahead! A wild boar with long horns is running towards this direction! 】

Cyril was closing his eyes when he heard the urgent sound of the system.

Fifty meters is the maximum range the system can alert.

Cyril flexibly climbed to a leafy tree beside him, and his movements were a little distressing.

Since his mental strength has improved, Cyril's physical fitness has also improved.

He learned to climb trees to avoid danger under the systematic tree climbing guide.

It's not as domineering, but it works.

Thanks to Merlin, most four-legged creatures in the Misty Moon Forest cannot climb trees.

Including this horned boar, of course.

[Someone is chasing! 】

When the long-horned boar came into Cyril's line of sight, the system reminded him again.

The forehead of the long-horned wild boar has a hard black horn that is half a meter long, which looks very scary.

Cyril found that this long-horned wild boar had many arrows stuck in its body, and its dark hair was stained with dark red blood.

Its eyes seemed to be blinded by some kind of powerful weapon, leaving only two black holes with blood.

It all shows that it is human prey.

Cyril was sighing that the vitality of the long-horned wild boar is very tenacious, and it can still run tenaciously after being injured like this.

However, in the next moment, he almost spit out a fragrance.

The long-horned wild boar crashed straight towards the big tree where he was standing because he could not see it.

If Cyril hadn't tried his best to hug the tree trunk tightly, he would have been thrown off by the impact.

The wild boar was knocked unconscious, and Cyril felt that his entire head was numb from the shock.

When he saw that the wild boar was going to give the poor tree trunk another shot, he was busy mobilizing his magic power and chanted the spell of Corruption, "Corrosion Arrow".

The magic rune of the Corruption Curse is already familiar to him, and now he can channel the magic power to draw all the magic runes within 3 seconds.

An arrow-shaped mass of black liquid splashed on the long-horned boar's forehead, and it rolled over to the ground with a loud growl.

The crowd chasing after also reacted quickly. There was a tall and burly man wearing a full riding suit with a long sword and slashed hard at the place where the head and body of the wild boar were connected.

The long-horned wild boar slumped to the ground, and a large pool of blood with a strong fishy smell spread out.

Smelling the unpleasant smell, Cyril wrinkled her delicate nose.

He originally wanted to wait until the group left before coming down, but he didn't expect the man who gave the long-horned boar the last blow to look up at Cyril's location and directly meet his eyes look at each other.

"Thanks for your help."

He called to Cyril in the tree.

Seeing that he had been exposed, Cyril simply climbed down from the tree.

He is agile, with slender limbs, and his movements are not rude and somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Cyril carefully avoided the blood of the long-horned wild boar, found a relatively clean place and jumped down, stood still, and looked at the man who wiped the long sword.

"We are mercenaries hired by the Earl of Abraham to hunt in the Foggy Moon Forest. I am Captain Joseph."

The man named Joseph nodded to Cyril and made a brief self-introduction.

Joseph did not despise Cyril for his seemingly too young age.

His sharp eyes glanced at Cyril, and found that the clothes on his body were relatively neat, and the important thing was that there were no bloodstains and wounds on the boy's body, so his attitude became more peaceful.

You can't underestimate the young man who can stay safe and sound in the foggy moon forest.

If he read it right, the festering forehead of the long-horned boar is the masterpiece of this young man.

Joseph's eyes darkened, this power is...

"Cyril Lawrence. I live in the small town of Codswood."

Cyril also bowed and told him his name.

He is actually a little embarrassed, and socializing is really not what he is good at.

"I'm leaving now, please!"

Cyril thought for a while and added.

Joseph laughed when he saw the expression on the boy's face.

Then he unbuttoned the purse at his waist under Cyril's inexplicable sight, took out five gold coins and handed them to him.

"This is your pay."

Joseph said.

Cyril's eyes lit up, this person is not bad.

I didn't expect that I could earn what I collected for a month by helping me.

Cyril was not polite to him either, and reached out to take it.

But at this moment, an unexpected change happened.

The long-horned wild boar that had lost its life on the ground suddenly stood up staggeringly, as if it had returned from hell, with an ominous black aura lingering all over its body.

Not only that, but with this long-horned wild boar as the center, the edge of the circle with a radius of twenty meters is haunted by a gloomy black mist.

Cyril felt that the current long-horned wild boar was more than a star and a half dangerous than before, he quickly dodged and ran forward.

The seasoned captain Joseph also reacted very quickly. He pulled out a brass hand wooden warehouse attached to his waist and fired three bullets in a row at the long-horned wild boar.

The bullet hit the body of the long-horned wild boar and made a dull sound that penetrated the flesh, but it did not affect the long-horned wild boar's activities at all.

"Ah!! Ah-"

The mercenary made a tragic cry, and the great pain in the voice made the scalp tingle.

Joseph was soaked in cold sweat, he had fired all the bullets in the brass hand wooden bin, but it still had no effect.

He drew his sword and stood in front of his chest.

"Bless the goddess of light!" Everyone present prayed in their hearts.

This all happened in a second or two, Cyril had already run to the edge of the circle, but could not break the black fog.

This black mist is like a flowing wall, firmly blocking his whereabouts.

The moment Cyril saw these black mists, he suddenly thought of the black lines on the hunter's body before he died, and his heart sank.

"The Arrow of Corruption!"

Cyril tried to use his magic to break a hole in the black mist.

The spell worked, the black mist in front of him was splashed by the thick liquid, and retreated to both sides for a moment, which was enough for Cyril to escape.

However, the long-horned boar seemed to be provoked, abandoned other close targets, and ran straight towards Cyril.

Its speed is incredible, Cyril can feel its stench in the back of his head.

"Quick..."

However he was unable to cast a full spell while running.

[Run! Run! Hurry up! 】

The system can only be in a hurry!

Cyril felt like he lost feeling in both of his legs.

The next moment, he rolled to the other side as if he was in a good mood.

I only heard the sound of "puchi-", and Cyril felt that liquid splashed on him.

He raised his arm to block in front of his head, and looked at the original position, the mutant long-horned wild boar that made him helpless has been torn apart.

The **** pieces of meat rolled down to the surrounding ground, and the black mist disappeared.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

A brisk male voice sounded, as leisurely as a polite greeting when seeing a visitor.