Now there is no time to hold it responsible, Rob turns over and jumps onto Jirasha, manipulating it back behind No. 5.

The black shadow became more and more solid in Rob's eyes, gradually revealing his true face. It was a dark and dry war horse with dark blue flames in his eyes. As he ran, the flames were dragged out of a long trajectory.

It was riding a fully armed knight, wearing broken armor, and a cloak covered his head with a pocket, hiding his entire face in the darkness. Under the armor was a black dress, and many places had been broken. The cracked clothes showed the knight's muscles, dead, dry, and there was no trace of blood. In some places, the muscles were damaged, and white bones were directly exposed.

If it were an ordinary person, such wounds would have been bleeding, but the actions of the Dead Knight were not affected at all. Whether it was a war horse or a knight, there was a strong sense of death, which made him look like the god of death coming out of the world of death.

What a strong soul... After Rob saw clearly the Dead Knight, this feeling immediately arose in his heart.

Rob's current soul strength is level 5 soul fire, and soul fire is divided into seven levels.

But the Dead Knight in front of him has a solid soul heart, which is something higher than the soul fire. Even the lowest level soul heart is three levels higher than Rob now.

Although Rob is not a purely undead creature and cannot be measured by the level of undead creatures, he has a very obvious advantage after being three levels higher. Rob's heart suddenly rose.

The Dead Knight came to about twenty meters in front of No. 5 before stopping. He stopped the horse under him, and his eyes hidden in the shadow of the cloak rose in blue and white light. He looked at Rob and his party unscrupulously. His eyes fell on Rob and quickly turned around. But when he moved Jirasha and No. 5, he paused for a while. Obviously, his interest in Jirasha and No. 5 was much greater than that of Rob.

His eyes patrolled everyone twice, and a hoarse voice rang out from the Dead Knight: "Who are you? Where are you? What are you doing here?"

The tone of the Dead Knight is very rigid and has no emotional changes, just like a formulaic inquiry that has been repeated countless times.

These questions from the Dead Knight are not too difficult to answer. Rob looked at the Dead Knight's eyes and replied one by one: "I am Rob. We come from Black Iron City to find Magic Crystal."

"From here, the place forward belongs to the world of the reborn, please stop moving forward." The tone of the Dead Knight was as monotonous as ever, as if he was chanting some fixed warning words.

Rob was curious. How could this Necromancer be so easy to talk to? He even used the "please"? This is not the style of an undead creature. A Dead Knight who can scare the fifth-level Shadow Leopard into such a Necromancer is definitely not a good guy.

Curious, Rob couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Dead Knight, and his body's death breath rose sharply. His voice instantly became extremely fierce and roared: "Because I will kill you, hahaha, you rejected my request. If that's the case, then die. Damn expulsion procedure, damn polite words, damn Abbas..."

At the end of the roar, the words of the Dead Knight turned into a series of complaints, and at the same time, he pulled his backhand into his body.

Rob clearly saw that there was no weapon on the back of the Dead Knight, at least not when he reached his hand to his back, but when he pulled his back, the sound of metal rubbing sounded clearly, and a black blade flashed with a sharp edge, which was slowly pulled out from his empty back.

Soul Armed! This term suddenly flashed through Rob's mind. In "Overview of the Magic of the Undead", the soul armament of the undead creatures is introduced. It is a semi-energy weapon condensed from soul energy. When not in use, it can be restored to soul energy and merged with the soul. When needed, it can be attached to an affinity object, or it can be materialized out of thin air.

Soul arming includes weapons and armor, as well as some special accessories, are created according to the characteristics of the user and can achieve the most perfect fit with the user. In other words, each soul arming is customized for the user, and there is no possibility of losing half-energy equipment.

Only when undead creatures above the soul heart can one condense their own soul arms. From this perspective, Rob's guess is indeed an undead creature with the soul heart realm.

But what does what he said mean? When did he refuse his request? He just asked why. And who is the ‘exit procedure’, ‘polite words’, ‘Abbas’?

Obviously, the Dead Knight was not ready to give Rob a chance to find the answer. After drawing out the sharp blade, he lifted the reins of the horse and jumped forward.

The weapon of the Dead Knight is a machete with a length of one meter five, slightly curved and a certain arc. As soon as the war horse started, it shot towards Rob like a sharp arrow, and quickly rode past Rob. As it approached, the Dead Knight waved the machete in his hand and dragged it gently.

The machete burst out with a black air light of two meters, and instantly slashed towards Robu's neck.

The Dead Knight's movements were very fast. It took less than a second to slash the air from the moment he rode out to swing the knife, and then the air light slashed on Rob's body. From Rob's perspective, it was almost the Dead Knight's movements that had just happened, and the air light had already hit him.

Rob had only time to move his hands forward.

Ding! The crisp sound of gold and iron attacks, and Rob's arms surged with great force, which made him unable to help but lean back, and was almost chopped off Jilasha's back.

In desperation, Rob clamped his legs and resisted the impact force. While stabilizing his body, he caught the figure of the Dead Knight in the corner of his eyes flashed past his side.

Rob quickly glanced at his wrist, and on the front of his wrist armor, a knife mark with a foot of three millimeters deep was clearly printed on it.

Rob's soul was shocked. His armor was made of flame iron. The front of the wrist armor was deliberately thickened by him. If necessary, it could be used as a shield to capture the enemy's attack. Therefore, the thickness of the front of the wrist armor reached ten millimeters. The defense of this thickness of the flame iron armor is even more abnormal than the previous heavy armor.

However, with such a perverted defense, the Necromancer cut one-third of the marks with one knife. If it were other places, wouldn’t it be possible to easily break the defense?

Not only was Rob shocked, but the Necromancer even more surprised. After rushing to Rob's rear, he turned his horse's head, looked at his weapons from time to time, and then looked at Rob's wrists, which seemed difficult to accept this fact.
Chapter completed!