Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three Magic Missiles were like pistol rounds with automatic tracking, each impact instantly sending up a beautiful spray of blood.
After all of them had struck, the ambusher in black leather armor and a mask had both legs reduced to a bloody mess.
Combined with the damage inflicted earlier by the Ring of the Ram, he had almost completely lost the ability to stand.
But Raymond did not stop there.
He took out the Wand of Corpse Manipulation and lightly tapped the corpse on the ground with it.
In an instant!
The corpse, its upper body clad in scale mail and a crossbow bolt lodged in its thigh, shakily rose to its feet. Its eyes glowed with terrifying red light.
A Necromancer!
Everyone watching immediately realized Raymond's identity.
Because aside from Necromancers, no one would casually use such evil and terrifying magic to reanimate a corpse in public.
After all, gods and temples existed in Faerun.
Many good-aligned and neutral deities firmly opposed and rejected the awakening and creation of all kinds of Undead Creatures in their doctrines.
Their Clerics and followers also considered it their duty to destroy undead that existed in the material world.
But Raymond, who had nearly lost his life in the sudden attack, could no longer care about such things.
He did not hesitate for even a second before ordering the Human Zombie under his control to attack.
The adult male Zombie, roughly six feet tall, shuffled directly toward the attacker and swung its axe down without another word.
Although the masked attacker raised the two long daggers in his hands in an attempt to block and parry, the Zombie was clearly far stronger than it had been in life.
Clang!
Amid sparks from the clashing metal, the two daggers were