MTL - The Roots of Manga-Chapter 227 rowan and noh

Chapter 227 Rowan and Noah

Broken cars, collapsed walls, and messy ruins everywhere. If there is a difference between heavy rain and drizzle in a disaster, then everything in front of you is undoubtedly a heavy rain, raging violently, and mercilessly blowing everything away.

There is even a lot of meat paste, which is the blood of innocent people. In this piece of **** on earth, the ferocious white bones look extraordinarily terrifying and cold.

But under some collapsed walls, some bone claws formed a support, protecting some wounded and people who hadn't escaped, creating a safe space for them, and even isolating the flames from the outside world. The coldness of the bones dissipated the heat of the flames.

Even people who have a fear of bones feel extra at ease at this time.

The crow flew from nowhere, and landed on the shoulder of a man in a black robe that was tightly covered in a corner. He was wearing a mask made of white bones, and there were a pair of black gloves on his hands. The hat was always on, and he silently watched the scene of disaster in front of him, falling into silence.

"Is this the mystic of the army?"

After a while, he turned his attention to the four fire fighters in the air. It was precisely because they had no scruples about innocent people that he killed one of them in a hurry and tore apart a corner of the sea of ​​flames.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the crow on his shoulder a few times. The crow gave a low cry and stretched his small body comfortably.

Luo Wen looked at this scene of disaster, and when those military fire fighters were not about to stop, Luo Wen felt angry in his heart, but he held it back for the time being.

He looked at the green monster, and with a jump, he actually directly resisted the flames, tore off a fireman, and killed him alive. The blood even splashed not far from him. at a distance.

He turned around and said softly to a car behind him: "Come out, you can't hide from my perception."

A little boy with ancient brown skin and pointy ears came out from behind the car. He looked at Luo Wen with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

"Is this the child Noah was talking about?"

Luo Wen stepped forward, and under close observation, he saw the boy's clothes that were damaged in several places, and many scars on his body under the leaks.

Many are also very dense, proving that this non-human child has suffered a lot of torture.

Itan, an ancient elf boy, looked at this strange person, and finally spoke first, "What do you want to do to me? Make it clear first, Hulk won't stop because of me, he doesn't have much reason."

Luo Wen was silent for a while, and said in an extremely cold voice without ups and downs, "That's not necessarily true."

Itami breathed a sigh of relief, just looked at Luo Wen quietly, without saying anything.

Luo Wen didn't have time to confront him. He looked at the flames rushing towards him, took out a very long staff from his cuff, and with a light finger, a blue light shot out, directly extinguishing the flames.

"what is this?"

Itami suddenly spoke.

"A kind of magic, why are you interested, little guy?"

Rowan still used the voice of a dead man.

Yidan looked at him, and suddenly said seriously: "Please help him."

Looking at Yidan's serious eyes, Luo Wen, who knew something about him, sighed helplessly in his heart, then shook his head and said, "I don't need me, that monster's power is stronger than mine, and those few fire fighters can't deal with it." he.",

"But it will hurt."

The childish voice seemed childish, but the person who said it seemed to be very serious.

Luo Wen was a little touched, he was not a hard-hearted person.

At this time, a voice sounded in his mind, "You seem to be hesitating, you are a necromancer, don't forget."

"Then do you think I should be hard-hearted?"

"I didn't say that, but if you don't want to continue, just give your body to me temporarily."

"No, this is quite interesting. Forgive me for having some heroic complexes. When I was an editor, it was because I fantasized about becoming a hero."

"No wonder, you always insist that I want a supporting role. But your current identity is a necromancer, so it really doesn't matter?"

"Art is all about conflict to look good, isn't it?"

The conversation in his mind stopped, and Rowan from the outside world just stagnated for a while. After Rowan's consciousness was re-distributed to the outside world, he suddenly raised his hand and touched Yidan's head. , When he wanted to escape, Rowan had already withdrawn his hand.

Luo Wen walked forward, the robe on his body was gradually aging and broken, and a part of the white bone mask was suddenly broken, revealing a part of an aging face with corpse spots.

His originally tall body also became a little stooped.

He walked forward with his magic staff in his hand, and immediately attracted the attention of the fire guards. They were specially reminded. They set off a flame to this side, but it was extinguished by Rowan using the previous method. , but under the cover of the flames, several pairs of reformed fighters who had been hiding all along rushed forward. They couldn't play any role against the Hulk, and they were always used as a reserve team.

Now, they face the most mysterious dark leader in New York, the necromancer Rowan.

Rowan raised his hand, cast two death curses in succession, and then blessed himself with a bloodthirsty blessing. With strange steps, he avoided this round of culling from the gap~www.novelbuddy.com~His stick Smashed the spine of a reformed soldier, and completely left the encirclement.

In a short moment, the army conveniently lost three combat powers, leaving only seven people.

With a gunshot, Luo Wen's head suddenly tilted, his body staggered, and blood spattered from his head.

But before the rest of the people were happy, when the sniper in the distance succeeded, Rowan stood up straight again. They seemed to hear a painful murmur, and then their eyes fell into darkness.

Looking at the reformed warrior who was corrupted by him and turned into ashes, Rowan shook his head and said in his heart: "They should pay attention to the issue of curses."

"They can naturally withstand low-level curses, but you are different. You borrow the power of my Lord of Shadows to cast undead spells, which is the highest-level curse."

Listening to the words in his mind, Luo Wen suddenly murmured inwardly with some dissatisfaction, "You should have told me earlier, Nohe, otherwise I wouldn't know that you did so many things without telling me."

"If I knew you would be so excited, I would have told you. I didn't expect that you are so... unique in your heart. I hope your mental age will not be less than thirteen, Rowan, you are really giving I was pleasantly surprised, speaking of it.”

Noh's voice in Rowan's mind was a bit weird.

As the mystery became less mysterious, Rowan also came into contact with the mystery, which was still a necromancer's inheritance. Nohe thought about it, and then used his identity as a writer to tell Rowan something.

Unexpectedly, Rowan was still a young man with a dream of the brave. After knowing that Nohe could lend him some power, he wanted to do something. This became the dark leader of New York and even the United States, the undead Wizard Rowan.

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