The two necromancers are still useful, but Heras feels it is a bit tricky for the lich. After the lich's body is destroyed, it will be resurrected in the phylactery circle. It should be difficult for him to submit to the threat of death...
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The Sun Mirror's spell effect only had a little duration left, so Heras decided to destroy the Lich's body first, and then ask the undead female mage about the formula of the ointment, and then go there if necessary.
Search for the Lich's Phylactery.
As soon as he had this idea, the bright spot of the sun trembled toward the lich, and he was about to burn that guy to ashes. Unexpectedly, the lich suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted tremblingly: "Ai Ai Emma"
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Hearing this, Heras glanced at the lich, his heart moved, and he asked with a half-smile: "Your name is Lotander? Where is your phylactery?"
"Here..." Rotande dug out his eyes, took out a pendant, and poured out a box like an urn.
"Give it to me." The corner of Herath's mouth twitched and he said expressionlessly. Depending on the placement of the phylactery, the lich can be the bravest and most afraid of death, and the witch who carries the phylactery with him
He has almost never heard of demons. No wonder this guy is so afraid of death now...
After Rotende hesitated for a moment, he threw the phylactery to the Amarrian. Edwin looked at him with disdain. This guy had no dignity as a sixth-level mage... But this is easy to understand.
Generally, only people who are afraid of death will transform into lichs.
Heras used a stream of water to hold the phylactery, and then put it away after confirming that it was okay. He suddenly had an idea, which might give him two more bodyguards when passing through the land of disputes...
"Sir, how do you know my name?" Feeling that he was out of danger, the Lich spoke much more fluently and his mandible no longer trembled.
"You are really forgetful, Rotande. You just burned me with the soul-eating flame last night, and you don't remember it so soon?" Heras joked.
"This... this... that... that..." The soul fire in Rotande's eyes swayed as if blown by a strong wind, and his mandible opened suddenly, feeling like it was about to fall.
, but as Heras glanced at him faintly, the Lich immediately closed his mouth knowingly.
Heras was not going to tell everyone that he could forge the original divine blood of the Bloody King. He turned to look at the undead female mage. Edwin pretended to stand strong. Although she was very scared, she was still dead.
Gritting his teeth, he was worried that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would lose all moral integrity like that lich. Even if he surrendered, he would at least have to wait for the other party to recruit him first...
"This is Ms. Edwin. If you want to be safe and sound, just sign this." Heras took out a page of the soul contract made by the Riolan family. To sign this kind of contract, the other party must voluntarily let go.
Open the soul to accept the imprisonment of the contract. After the signing is completed, the recipient will become a soul servant and will bear half of the damage for the master. Moreover, the master can destroy the soul of the servant with a thought and can know the heart of the soul servant anytime and anywhere.
The idea is that as long as the master dies, the soul servant will also die immediately.
But this contract has a fatal flaw. As long as the servant's power level exceeds that of the master, the contract will automatically expire. In rare cases, it can even control the master.
"Uh...sign it with you?" Edwin took the soul contract slowly. She looked at the Amarr doubtfully, and once again confirmed that the other person would not be above level five... "Could it be?
Is there something wrong with my perception of mental energy?" Edwin couldn't help but have deep doubts about himself.
"Of course not. Do you think I need a mistress?" Heras smiled, shook his head, pointed at Rotand and said, "Sign with him, hurry up, my patience is limited." The sunglasses will be needed soon.
If it fails, if this undead female mage still lingers, he doesn't mind using some violence.
Edwin's eyes widened suddenly, and before she could get into a mental struggle in her heart, the terrifying bright spot gradually moved towards her feet, drawing a straight line of magma along the way. "Okay! I sign!
"The undead female mage surrendered immediately upon seeing this. At least Rotande still had a good relationship with her. "That stupid lich shouldn't be too difficult for me..." Edwin comforted himself uncertainly.
Rotande was secretly happy when he heard this, and the soul fire in his eyes jumped briskly. This damn bastard woman, let's see how I deal with her in the future!
In the lich's expectant recitation of the oath and the undead mage's extremely difficult soul oath, the soul contract turned into ashes in Edwin's hand, and a faint light flashed out from the ashes and penetrated Edwin.
In the released soul, and under Edwin's voluntary guidance, he entered the deepest part of her soul, and then fed back a soul mark from her body, which was engraved on Rotand's skull, and disappeared after a flash.
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The sky became bright again, and the sun shone on the land again. Everything around him remained unchanged, as if the dark night just now was an illusion. But the instigator and several others on the gravel beach knew that this was by no means an illusion.
The corpse proved that what had just happened was absolutely true....
The undead female mage felt that there was something more in her soul, a will that she had to obey, "This stupid lich has become my master...?" Edwin just lamented in his heart.
With one sentence, Rotande's malicious voice rang out: "Asshole woman, you are still slandering me at this time? Hand over my gem first! No, it is Mr. Emma's gem...
.I’m talking about the stuff you blackmailed! No, all your stuff!!”
Edwin subconsciously resisted this order, but the voice seemed to resonate with her soul, causing her to involuntarily take off her space ring from her finger, and walked to the lich uncontrollably with her feet, placing the
Handing the space equipment with all her wealth to Rotande.
The Lich snatched the space ring, looked at Edwin's resentful expression, and said in a conspiratorial tone: "Asshole woman, do you have any objections?"
"No..." Edwin squeezed out a word through his teeth, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. "Sooner or later, I will tear apart all your bones!" This thought just came out uncontrollably,
Before she could suppress it, the undead female mage felt a sharp pain from her soul that made her whole body feel as if it was being burned and torn apart. Then she screamed involuntarily, twitched and collapsed to the ground.
"I didn't do anything, Mr. Emma." Seeing this, Rotand shrugged his shoulder blades innocently at Heras and explained hurriedly: "That bastard woman cursed me in her heart again."
After Edwin tried his best to suppress the anger in her heart, the torture of her soul soon eased... She lay on the ground gasping for air, white smoke violently spitting out from the thin cracks hanging down from the corners of her eyes.
"Don't irritate her in the future." Heras told the Lich expressionlessly. He turned around and waved to Glarenya, beckoning her to come over, but the Luna Priest seemed to be petrified and just stared blankly.
He stared at her big eyes like moonlight, looking at himself blankly, and showed no reaction to the waving movements.
Heras was amused in his heart. He picked up a small stone in a bad way and threw it at the feet of the elf female priest. The stone hit the hem of the priest's robe. Glenelenya subconsciously jumped back on her tiptoes, and then
After coming back to her senses, she blinked her big eyes hard, shook her graceful head a few times, then released a magical spell to wake herself up a little, and then slowly moved towards Heras.
"Scholar of Emma...is that magic...your unique magic?" Glalenya rubbed her stiff face and asked in a low voice. As soon as she spoke, she found that her throat was very dry.
It made my voice a little hoarse.
"It's just a convex lens, it doesn't have any power on its own." Heras explained with a smile. There are items made of convex lenses everywhere in this high plane with developed magic civilization.
"Convex lens? But I didn't see any water mirror...or glass..." Glalenya looked at the sky and puzzled, but she was very smart and immediately realized the key point, "Refracted by the atmosphere?"
Seeing Heras nodding, another storm stirred up in her heart. She could control the density of the atmosphere in a large area of the sky. Such a complex change could be accomplished by a fourth-level spell?! This simply overturned her imagination.
The worldview made her understanding of the power system a bit confusing.
Rotande took out a few high-quality magic gems from the space ring and handed them to Heras, "Sir, your..."
"You accept the hiring fee." Before Rotande could finish speaking, Heras interrupted the Lich. He was not so stingy, and he would also search for the gang leader's inheritance next.
As a city lord, Algernon is not too shabby.
"Did you prepare the ointment that can lift the confinement of the Druid's meditation space?" Herath then asked lightly. This was the main purpose of his decision to keep these two necromancers in the first place.
"That's right, sir." When Rotand heard that this was an employment relationship, he felt more accepting. Edwin quietly crossed his fingers and hung them in front of him. The punishment of the soul contract made her a lot more honest. The undead woman
The expression on the mage's face was stiff and rigid. It seemed that she was struggling to suppress the thoughts of cursing Rotunde...
"You cooperate with me in improving that formula, and don't tell me that 'Corrupted Brain' and 'Desolate Heart' are not enough." Herath shook his index finger and said.
"It must be enough... sir." Rotande's skull lit up like a chicken pecking at rice.
"There is also the kind of powder that can slowly absorb divine power." Heras continued logically.
"There are a lot of them. They were scraped from the fragments of a stone platform in Algernon." Rotand changed the door without any pressure.