Peaceful...Advocating freedom...Necromancer...
Although Nilac was mentally prepared, these words stacked together made it sound a bit awkward.
"Haha!" The necromancer still had a smile on his face and said slowly: "Everyone knows that the undead poet Pratali loves freedom and enjoys life. But in this mountain of corpses, they are all cold and indifferent immortal beings. Who else is there?
Can I understand your romantic feelings? Beautiful poems will be ridiculed by everyone, and romantic feelings will be spurned by everyone..."
Nilak's words made the eyes of the necromancer flicker. Ever since Platari felt the strange charm contained in poetry due to an accident a thousand years ago, he has been unable to extricate himself. Even after so many years, he has suffered from the mountains of corpses.
Despite all the ridicule of existence, it still persists with great perseverance...
It's just that the feeling that no one can understand is really lonely... Fortunately, the undead have always been the most able to endure loneliness...
The intimate words of the man in black made Pratali relax the vigilance deep in her soul a little, but it would be impossible to make it voluntarily become the slave of the necromancer just because of this.
Feeling the faint mockery in Pratali's eyes, Nilac was not angry at all. It could make the necromancer have mood swings, which showed that his words had some effect.
Then he said: "Actually, you shouldn't be a necromancer. If you are a human or an elf, such a firm belief will definitely move the great Lord of the Elves (the God of Music and Poetry)..."
Pratali's heart gradually agitated, why doesn't it want to be a human being... its soul fluctuated violently: "Stop talking, it's useless no matter how much you talk, the undead poet will not abandon poetry, nor will he recognize anyone as his master."
Nilac smiled and shook his hand: "Don't get excited, just listen to me. Although you are a necromancer and cannot change, there is actually another way for you to get in touch with poetry and communicate face to face with the most famous artists on the continent.
of."
Pratali was shocked, and then another wave of ridicule emerged from the depths of his soul: "Hmph, do you mean to ask me to recognize you as my master, and then obey your orders, kill and bleed for you?
When you feel comfortable, you can't let me go out to meet those art masters... Haha, although I love poetry, I love freedom even more!"
Bang bang bang bang, Nilac clapped his hands gently, with the smile still on his face, but secretly thinking in his heart, this undead wizard is really a stubborn person, but it’s no wonder, if he is not stubborn, how can he tolerate the lonely undead poet?
What about life...
Changing the topic for a moment, Nilac continued, "Platari, have you ever heard of the Shadow Skeleton...the Shadow Skeleton with the power of the Holy Domain!"
It had always been called the Ninth Elder, the Shadow Elder. Only then did Nilac remember that he still didn't know its name.
The eyes of the undead wizard became slightly serious. Every strong man in the sanctuary is worthy of respect: "Who in the mountain of corpses doesn't know Lord Shadow?"
"Haha, have you ever heard about it? I guess it is the only free existence in the mountain of corpses!"
Without waiting for the necromancer to think, Nilac continued: "The existence that can become free is not because it has the power of the Holy Realm. In the face of the rules of the Demon Dragon King of the Underworld, even the power of the Holy Realm will never dare to step out of the mountain of corpses.
Half a step in the field.”
There was a slight doubt on Plata's face: "What do you mean?"
"Still the same sentence, accept me as Lord! After all, our human race's life is limited. Even if we have the power of the Holy Realm, it only lasts a few hundred years. For you immortal beings with eternal life, these hundreds of years
Time has not passed by in a flash. As long as you accept me as your Lord, you will no longer be a person in the mountain of corpses. When these hundreds of years pass, won't you become a free existence like the Shadow Skeleton... and others
They have no interest in the colorful world outside, but there is poetry and art outside. If you can become a free existence, wouldn't it be possible to live freely in the ocean of art anytime, anywhere...
Spending hundreds of years in exchange for eternal freedom, haha, undead poet with great wisdom, please think about it carefully!"
The eyes blinked and flashed, using a short period of hundreds of years to exchange for permanent freedom... Pratali's soul was turning violently. There are examples of Master Shadow's success first. This freedom should be real freedom, it's just like this.
If you agree...
"Haha." Seeing Pratali's hesitation, Nirak smiled and said: "And if you accept me as your master, with my power, no one can laugh at you! Life and death, short-term grievances and permanent grievances
Free, Pratali, make your own choice!"
The Necromancer's mind was turning over and over, and Nilac was not in a hurry. He just stared into its eyes with a smile. If this guy was really stubborn, he would have no choice but to use strong methods to deal with it. Maybe he couldn't deal with it once or twice, but Hua
Some time ago, if I used a protracted battle to make it difficult to recover, I was still somewhat confident!
Suddenly, Nilac's heart was shocked. The small bone dragon on the mountainside was actually killed! Without looking up, Nilac knew that it must be the good deeds of those elite legions. They negotiated terms with the necromancer, and for a moment he forgot about the battle above.
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"Platari, don't be in a hurry when it comes to making a choice. Let your undead army stop first!"
Hearing this, the soul of the necromancer fluctuated, and all the undead creatures immediately stopped fighting. Nilac naturally also stopped the corpses.
After thinking about the gains and losses for a while, Pratali's eyes slowly
He said calmly: "Okay, I agree to your conditions, but you must also agree that you are not allowed to control me too much during your own time, especially in terms of poetry and art!"
Once you accept the spiritual seed, nothing is up to you... Nilac chuckled: "This is natural. Except when there is a battle, you are free at other times. I even know some masters from the art academy in the imperial capital.
, if you have time, I can even send you to them to communicate with each other."
Pratali nodded slightly, and a little purple light flew out from its soul. It was the contract to recognize the master. With it, Nilac is the master of the necromancer. All his orders will be obeyed to the letter.
To complete it, this contract will only return to Platari when Nilac passes away, or when Nilac takes the initiative to terminate it. At that time, it will become a truly free existence.
Accepting the contract with a smile, Nilak added: "What should I do with your body? Should I give it up or repair it?"
"A hundred years have passed by in a flash, and maybe this master will die a violent death in less than a hundred years..." The necromancer comforted himself in his heart, while secretly cursing. Hearing Nilac's words, Platali's purple soul flame slowly started to regenerate.
The boss flew out: "Send me to the palace, there is a useful body there."
Gently holding the defenseless soul in the palm of his hand, Nilac flew up and flew slowly towards the palace. Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up in his eyes, and the extremely powerful spiritual storm that had been building up for a long time exploded instantly.
out.
Pratali had already recognized his master, so how could he be on guard against Nilak? This powerful spiritual storm almost destroyed his entire soul. Inexplicably, he wavered weakly: "You...you..."
For a moment, Pratali couldn't think of any reason why Nilak treated him like this, and he had already recognized his master!
Several more slightly weakened spiritual storms blasted out, hitting Pratali's stunned soul extremely weak. For Nilac, the weaker the spirit of the necromancer, the less controllable the spiritual seeds he planted.
The stronger it gets.
With a gentle smile, Nilac's spirit also fluctuated: "Don't worry, I don't mean any harm..."
Spiritual power surged out, carefully suppressing the soul of the necromancer completely. Seeing that there was no negligence, Nilac gently untied the contract, and then, a huge spiritual seed was implanted into the soul of the necromancer.
The purple flames of the soul trembled violently, but under the suppression of Nilac's mental power, it was difficult to resist. Gradually, the spiritual seeds and Pratali's soul were perfectly integrated, and the trembling of the purple flames also slowed down.
Calm down, just wait to go to the palace to change its body, and it will be a new servant corpse.
From Pratali's soul, Nilac also learned about the general situation in the palace. The Palace of Death has three areas. The largest is naturally the necromancer's biological enhancement cultivation pool. Through the continuous accumulation of some magic circles,
The concentration of dead energy in the bio-augmented culture pool is much higher than that in ordinary places. Pratali uses special means to keep the dead energy in it, and then puts undead creatures with potential into it.
Over a hundred years, it has developed considerable strength.
Just because of the lack of materials, the scale of the training pool has never been expanded, and the number of elite legions has never been expanded.
But since everything now belongs to the Necromancer, there is no need to worry about the materials. The rich death energy can not only be used for cultivation, Nilac can also be used for cultivation. If more are built here,
The cultivation pool continues to accumulate the dead energy for the past year and a half. If Nilac absorbs it all at once, wouldn't it be the best way to break through the level barrier?
There is another area that is the magic testing ground in Pratali. The most precious thing among them is the soul altar. Through the altar, biological souls are sacrificed to the great existence of the underworld, in exchange for powerful undead servants. The sacrificed souls become more and more powerful.
It is powerful, and the power of the undead servants that can be obtained is also stronger. However, the soul altar also has the ability to withstand it. If the strength of the soul exceeds the upper limit that the altar can withstand, it may destroy the entire altar.
The bone dragon in Platari was obtained by sacrificing the soul of an eighth-level creature. Nilac thought that maybe it was time to find some top-quality materials to strengthen the altar. Souls with sacred attributes such as angel souls
, isn’t it the favorite of those great beings in the underworld, but her strength is probably a bit too much, and with the current strength of the Soul Altar, it is absolutely unbearable.
In the magic experimental field, there is a simple biological cultivation room. Platali's replacement body was cultivated from the original body in it, and it will never cause any rejection by the soul.
The third area is the birthplace of Platari's inspiration, full of the sensibility and romance of the undead poet. It is precisely the existence of this birthplace of inspiration that allows Platari to maintain innovation in magic for a long time and in
In terms of magic experiments and magic creation, we are at the forefront of our peers.
Even Nilak is not ready to let the undead poet give up his romantic feelings. A mage who can maintain inspiration may have some wonderful ideas in the next moment...
And aren’t all of Pratali’s imaginary achievements also Nilac’s harvest...
Chapter completed!