The zombie soon slumped to the ground, completely still.
The spiked mace was covered in dark black corpse blood that emitted a foul, fishy odor. Durin stood in place, gasping for air, his forehead and temples covered in pea-sized beads of sweat. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly, and the battle just now had significantly raised the temperature of the blood in his body.
[One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 95/100]
[One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 97/100]
[One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 99/100]
[Running +3, Current Proficiency: 70/75]
[Running +3, Current Proficiency: 73/75]
[Character Level Up by one level, currently Level 7, gained one skill specialization point and one attribute point]
Just one more to go, then I'm done!
Hey, I even leveled up. That's an unexpected surprise. After all, the previous one-against-three battle had earned Durin a lot of experience.
"Whew~"
Durin exhaled a long breath, thinking this to himself.
But before he could catch his breath and rest a bit more, a tremor on the ground suddenly echoed from deep within the thick fog.
Thump, thump!
It was as if someone was heavily tapping the ground with a staff.
Hmm? Someone?!
Durin, who had been relaxed, instantly became alert.
The next moment, five skeletons emerged from all directions around Durin with clattering sounds. To be precise, they were animated skeletons. These skeletons were slightly different from the image of skeletons Durin knew. Although covered in black mud, their thick bone frames were wrapped in a thin, almost membrane-like layer of brown skin.
Their ribs were clearly visible, like starving wretches, with only flickering bluish-green flames dancing in their empty eye sockets, making one realize they were still alive—at least capable of movement.
Some of the skeletons held iron shovels in both hands, old, mottled shovels.
Others used a section of tibia as a weapon, and some just picked up a rock or a broken piece of wood as a weapon.
Animated skeletons?!
At that instant, Durin realized something: the reason why three zombies appeared at once in Piltover's public grand cemetery was because a necromancer was behind it!
Skeletons, dark creatures awakened by necromantic magic through animation.
They can only be summoned by mages through magic from stone tombs or battlefields, or awakened in places brimming with death and destruction.
When magic animates skeletons, it infuses dark vitality into their bones, connecting their joints and reassembling broken limbs. This power drives the skeletons and allows them to execute a mage's simple commands with a rudimentary mindset, such as: attack, retreat.
At this moment, these skeletons surrounding Durin were staring intently at him with their flaming eye sockets. Their heads rotated with extremely stiff movements, emitting creaking sounds. That unnatural posture, impossible for a living person to imitate, sent a chill down Durin's spine.
Not only that, but more decaying zombies surged out from deep within the cemetery like a tide. They let out painful roars that permeated every corner of Piltover's Grand Cemetery, enacting a scene where the living suffered worse than death, and the dead could not rest in peace.
Witnessing this scene, Durin almost dropped the spiked mace in his hand.
Which necromancer, whose mind was filled with insane ideas, wanted to unleash an LOL-version of the Scourge in Piltover!?
Among the many zombies, Durin clearly saw a slightly different one. It was leaning on a staff, the top of which was a skull, and between its upper and lower jawbones was a gem flickering with a faint light.
To be precise, this zombie was wearing tattered clothes. The rotten flesh on its face was still dripping with pus, and its withered muscles clung tightly to its exposed bones.
But what was most striking were the pair of deep blue flames burning fiercely in its hollow eye sockets. Meeting its gaze felt as if it could burn one's soul.
"Clack, clack, go… go away…"
The zombie opened its mouth, emitting a grating sound like sandpaper rubbing, whimpering and unable to utter a complete sentence.
Durin, however, shivered all over and immediately turned and ran, but then he suddenly heard the special zombie behind him muttering something.
The quiet night made it seem as if he heard the special zombie whispering in his ear.
It seemed to be some kind of spell he had never heard before?
The next moment, Durin heard an extremely harsh sound. It was the sound of arcane energy, but Durin had never heard such a rapid and piercing arcane sound.
The vision before him suddenly brightened, as if someone was shining a searchlight this way. Durin curiously turned his head, only to see a missile wrapped in cold air cut through the air and shoot straight towards him!
Thwack!
Hit by the cold-wrapped missile, Durin felt his muscles and blood vessels wantonly assaulted by a strong chill, destroying his senses.
Durin realized that every step he took felt somewhat strenuous, and a layer of frost-like ice began to appear on his exposed skin.
He knew he had been hit by a spell similar to ice magic. This necromantic spell significantly slowed Durin's movements.
The constant clattering of bone joints and the occasional bestial growls from behind made Durin realize he was surrounded. He couldn't escape!
He had to face the challenge head-on!!
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