A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1575 - : 434 Soul Siphon and Dark Servant_4
Chapter 1575: 434 Soul Siphon and Dark Servant_4
A Fishman assassin, who had just been revealed from his invisibility, stared angrily in the direction where the flare had fallen.
But the next second.
The direction he was staring at became Matthew and his two henchmen!
The expression on the Fishman assassin’s face quickly changed from confusion to rage!
Immediately after.
He let out a sharp screech.
At least half of the Fishmen suddenly turned around.
Under the Fishman assassin’s orders.
They pounced toward Matthew and his two companions!
“Damn it!”
“Sener!”
Matthew couldn’t help but curse aloud.
…
On the other side of the garden.
The second floor.
A group of Troll Warriors was coldly observing the battle taking place below.
Through the huge openwork windows of the first-floor hall.
They could clearly see how Matthew and his three people had been made visible by a flare.
Among this group of Troll Warriors.
Standing at the forefront were two stunningly figured troll princesses.
They were the two princesses of the newly ascended royal family of the Troll Kingdom.
The older sister was named Annie Salvens.
The younger sister was called Ruiqi Salvens.
For convenience, they are usually referred to as “Princess Dasa” and “Princess Sasa” within the Troll Kingdom.
However, these two princesses were clearly dissatisfied with such appellations.
Therefore, when traveling abroad.
They preferred to use their own names instead of the myriad titles bestowed by their illustrious households.
“That human male, he’s so pretty, so cute!”
“I want him!”
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Princess Ruiqi, with one hand on the railing as if she had found a new toy, uttered a voice filled with desire.
Her sister Annie glanced at Matthew, who was about to be embroiled in a tough fight.
Then she frowned slightly:
“Calm down, Ruiqi, don’t create unnecessary complications.”
“This isn’t the Troll Kingdom anymore; we can’t do whatever we want.”
“Every person who enters Blood-Drinking Mountain is not to be underestimated, and besides, though that man has a pretty face, he may be all bark and no bite.”
“He might not satisfy your needs.”
Ruiqi persisted:
“No, no, no!”
“I want him!”
“I really like him!”
“I’ll make him a cage of pure gold, and with dragon tails and gold, I’ll craft a whip and collar to make him my perfect male slave!”
“You help me catch him!”
“I’ll let you have all the spoils of war afterward, okay?”
Princess Sasa’s eyes were shining.
Annie was silent for a moment.
Then, somewhat reluctantly, said:
“Fine then.”
“It will be his honor to be liked by you, and you shall have him.”
“But on the condition that he survives the Fishmen’s siege.”
“I think that might be difficult.”
“As you can see, he’s not robust and is probably a spellcaster.
I didn’t see him use any emergency spells, which suggests his skill in spellcasting is not profound.
There are two others with him, one is a Tauren skeleton, the other I’m unsure of his Race, but he also seems weak.”
“They won’t last long.”
Princess Ruiqi glanced at her:
“You seem to really hope for his unfortunate demise.”
Annie said irritably:
“I just don’t want unnecessary complications.”
“This operation is important, you know that better than anyone in the team, Ruiqi!”
Ruiqi snorted:
“No, you just don’t want me to have such a perfect male slave, right?”
“You’ve been undercutting me with your words because you also like that pretty boy.”
“Because of your hypocritical persona and face-saving, you’ve had to painfully ignore that man, but when I want to do what you so deeply desire, you can’t help but step in to stop me!”
“Is this the true nature of my dearest sister?”
Annie’s complexion changed several times.
Her gaze also turned icy:
“You’re going too far, Ruiqi.”
Seeing Annie become so firm, Ruiqi’s attitude suddenly took a one hundred and eighty-degree turn!
She then said cheerfully:
“I can let you have him!”
Annie was momentarily taken aback, her expression somewhat astonished, then a hint of longing seeped into her eyes.
“But you have to lend me Hodley for a while.”
“Just for six months…”
Princess Ruiqi said casually.
At this point.
A look of unease flashed across the face of the Troll Warrior standing close to Annie.
“Impossible!”
Annie reacted vehemently:
“Hodley is the strongest Life Hunter warrior of the Kuinan Forest!”
“His status is not something to be compared with a male slave!”
Ricky chuckled and said:
“How about three months?”
Ann’s expression was constantly changing.
Ricky stuck out her tongue:
“One month, please, just let me ‘borrow’ Hodley for a bit, and I won’t take any of the spoils from the next fight!”
“That male slave, just nod your head, and I’ll go catch him right now to give to you!”
Having said that,
she didn’t wait for Ann’s agreement and went straight to the Troll Warrior named Hodley.
Her face was all smiles as she suddenly reached out and grabbed the warrior’s private parts, kneading them again and again.
The warrior’s expression immediately became very twisted, and his breathing grew heavy.
A mist appeared in Ricky’s eyes:
“Wow!”
“Is this the strength of Kuinan Forest’s number one Life Hunter?”
“I like it so much… can you put in a good word for me with sis, please? Hmm?”
Hodley’s expression was complicated as he murmured lowly:
“Princess, I…”
Smack!
Before he could finish speaking, Annie had slapped Ricky’s hand away.
Annoyance plastered over Annie’s face, but she still decided:
“You catch that human male slave for me, and after we return, register him under your name!”
“I will let Hodley accompany you for half a month!”
“Deal!”
Ricky licked her lips eagerly and drew a battle axe that was almost as tall as her.
At that moment,
the tall female troll easily stepped over the second-floor balustrade.
She leaped high into the air, heading straight for the opening where the hall met the garden!
“Come on, darling, you’re mine now!”
Ricky let out a brazen laugh.
The troll’s arrival startled everyone, including the Fishman crowd, causing a minor disturbance.
Ricky didn’t care at all.
In her worldview and life experience, a powerful troll should easily dominate humans and elves, these second-tier races, and as for lower creatures like Fishman, it wasn’t even worth wasting attention on.
They were no more than flies.
A slap could end their existence.
Boom!
The female troll’s wild body smashed through the stone wall.
She was getting very close.
She strode forward, her eyes fixed only on Matthew!
However, at that moment,
Ricky’s heart suddenly gave a violent squeeze—
She saw that frail, pale-faced boy pulling out a golden dagger from his sleeve not far away.
And that was the source of her panic!
Before Ricky could react,
Matthew had already used the Yeager Blade to cut open his fingertip.
A drop of blood seeped out and fell onto the Golden Knife.
The next second,
Matthew’s body started to shine with a white glow.
Countless grey tentacles emerged from every corner of his body!
Those seemingly endless tentacles wrapped around the necks of nearly all the hostile units around Matthew!
Crack crack!
Loads of Fishman were lifted into the air by those tentacles.
They struggled frantically and howled in agony.
The fear from the aura of death stimulated their already trembling brains in an unprecedented way!
In that freezing domain, reminiscent of doomsday,
almost everyone touched by the tentacles lost the ability to move!
They became extremely weak,
as if lambs to the slaughter.
“Ah…!”
Shouts rose from the hall.
In the chaos,
an unprecedented sense of weakness surged in Ricky’s heart.
Looking down,
she didn’t know when a grey tentacle had already wrapped around her waist—
“No, no, no—!”
Ricky tried to stop her forward momentum and retreat.
But in that moment,
she noticed Matthew’s pitying gaze.
“Embrace the death that belongs to you…”
In the center of the hall,
that figure emotionlessly raised both hands.
Then both fists clenched fiercely!
Soul…
Siphon!
Humming—!
In an instant,
the hall lost all its color,
leaving only black and white,
and in the midst of the grey area, surrounded by countless grey tentacles, was that bizarre figure resembling a demon, yet with the compassionate expression of a saint—
the Necromancer!
…
