A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew suddenly looked back. Three hundred meters away, in the darkness that he could not see clearly, a blood-red human silhouette became particularly eye-catching in his field of vision!

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[Warning: Shaman of the Hunter Clan has used " Tongue Cutting " on you!]

[Tongue-Cutting Spell (Yan Sheng Spell): Shaman cuts off his own tongue and sacrifices the life of an elder of the Hunter clan and the heart of a wild wolf to temporarily seal your tongue and vocal cords!]

[You have lost the ability to chant for a short period of time!]

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The Art of Yan Sheng?

Matthew was no stranger to this.

This was originally a secret curse technique that was spread on the eastern islands. It was independent of the existing spell system and was impossible to guard against.

Matthew looked at it.

The " Counterspell " and " Rebound Spell " that he had secretly hung on his body were not triggered.

This meant that the other party's " Tongue-Cutting Spell " was not considered magic in terms of concept and definition.

Unless Matthew were able to dominate the Magical Domain one day and incorporate the Yan Sheng Spell into it, these spells used to counter magic would be ineffective against the Yan Sheng Spell.

At this moment.

Matthew could clearly feel a subtle connection between him and the shaman.

As the power of the Tongue-Cutting Technique continued to increase.

He found that he could clearly see the Shaman and the scene around him!

The other party pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were cold and complicated. He was also watching Matthew.

Beside him lay the corpses of an old man and a wild wolf.

The strong smell of blood that he originally loved was between his nose and lips.

But at this moment.

The Shaman did not like the smell that much.

He didn't want to use such an extreme method. After all, he had to lose a large piece of tongue. Although under the care of the God of Hunting, the lost tongue could quickly grow back, the process was extremely painful.

He did not want to experience it at all.

However, just now, the God of Hunting suddenly issued an urgent oracle.

There were two main contents of the oracle.

1. Use the most extreme method to stall that Druid (Shaman's perspective) and not let him cast spells.

2. The God of Hunting had personally summoned the Behemoth from the northern mountains. He had to kill the one-armed man on the spot!

For Shamans.

He could understand the second oracle.

As a believer in the God of Hunting, he could clearly see a blood-red halo condensing above the one-armed man.

This was the mark of the Ancient Ones.

It was also the symbol of the God of Hunting's reward in the " Primitive Hunting Ceremony."

If he didn't stop the one-armed man who was on a killing spree, he would be killed.

He was very likely to become the main character of this ritual! novel-hosted-MvLeMpYr

He might become the Chosen One of the God of Hunting!

The Hunter Clan could not accept that their prey had become the favourite of the God of Hunting.

To them, it was a great humiliation.

Therefore, no matter what price they had to pay, they had to kill Lumiere!

Mobilizing the Behemoth was not an exaggeration.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The Shaman blew the bone whistle hanging around his neck with great effort. This series of whistles fell into the ears of the hunter, and there was only one very clear meaning.

"Kill him!"

That's why.

The hunters who had been hiding among the wild beasts began to move.

They brandished the weapons in their hands and charged at Lumiere, who was dodging the behemoth's pursuit!

This was something that would never happen in normal times.

Don't look at the wild and brutal behaviour of the hunters; it was just their disguise!

A real hunter was cold-blooded and rational.

For prey like Lumiere, who possessed great destructive power, they would often drive wild beasts to continuously exhaust their physical strength until the latter was exhausted. Only then would they truly attack!

This was the law that hunters followed day and night.

But at this moment.

They temporarily put the laws aside.

With the Shaman's reminder, all the hunters sensed the blood-red halo on Lumiere's head.

They immediately became furious.

This prey in front of them actually wanted to steal their glory?!

This was something more serious than life and death!

Therefore, in just three to five breaths, Lumiere was besieged by more than ten hunters!

Most of them were holding spears, some were holding spears or forks, and one was hiding not far away and constantly shooting arrows!

Lumiere was instantly attacked from both sides.

He barely dodged the hunters 'siege, but he no longer had the space to dodge Behemoth's fist!

At this time.

Lumiere clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. He leapt up and met the fist of the Behemoth!

The clothes on his body burst apart inch by inch.

Layers of fine scales surged down from under his skin.

"Roar!"

In a trance, a roar that was enough to shake the entire forest rang out from Lumiere's fist.

A greenish-grey shadow quickly flashed behind him.

That was...

Dinosauruses 'heads!

Boom!

With the support of the ancient creature and dinosaur bloodline, Lumiere's figure fiercely collided with Behemoth's fist!

The two separated as soon as they touched.

The Behemoth let out a painful cry and took half a step back.

Lumiere's figure was sent flying like a kite with a broken string!

He flew seventy to eighty meters away in one breath and only stopped when he hit a protruding rock!

"Wow!"

Lumiere spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt his face wet and hot, and there was probably a lot of blood coming out of his seven orifices.

His expression was very ugly.