The blue teleportation light disappeared, and Yinham appeared in the teleportation magic circle in Diya Valley.
He almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw it. The Diya Valley, which used to be like a paradise on earth, was now deserted. The fragrant grass had turned into rotten soil after being dried in the mud in the ditch, and the branches and leaves were lush.
All the tall trees are just skinny and weird dead trees. The exotic flowers and plants cultivated by countless necromancers for hundreds of years. All the scenic spots in the gardens have become dead and rotten. Only a few buildings are left standing there alone.
The sky was obviously cloudless, but the sun couldn't shine down, and the valley was as gloomy as a dead zone.
A strange buzzing sound covered the Diya Valley, reverberating throughout the Shadow Spin Mountain Range. Along with this sound, an extremely powerful aura spread, and it was this aura that wiped out all life in the Diya Valley, even the sunlight.
Can't get through.
In fact, this breath is not unfamiliar to Inham or Diya Valley. This is the ancient artifact standing on the top of the Shadow Vortex, the breath of the Black Star. But now this breath is not as calm as before, but
It was as violent as a tsunami. The Diya Valley was the only blind spot in the Shadow Vortex Mountains that Archibald personally selected that was not covered by this aura, but now the chaotic surge of this aura had submerged even this only blind spot.
"I didn't expect you would dare to come." A figure walked silently from a distance, like a wandering soul in this lifeless place.
"Nice, what's going on?" Inham asked in shock. The voices of the two necromancers echoed in the empty valley, as lifeless as the buzzing.
"Don't you know better what's going on?" The necromancer known as Nice frowned and looked at Inham. His expression was originally full of anger and murderous intent, but in the end it all turned into a deep helplessness.
, sighed. "Forget it, the Dark Star has awakened, and there is nothing alive in Diya Valley except us. It probably won't be long before we can't be considered alive either..."
Necromancers are the only beings that are not affected by the aura of the Black Star. Each Necromancer will accept the brand of the Black Star when entering the Diya Valley, and this brand has destined their fate.
"Who pulled up the Black Star?" Isn't the hilt still in the Glory Castle?"
"You don't know?" Nice stared at Inham for a while, then turned and walked away. "You come here too, the two teachers are at the top of the mountain."
Looking from a distance, the black aura on the peak of the Shadow Vortex Mountains that reached into the clouds looked like huge snakes rolling and circling. Inham followed him quickly and walked there.
On the top of the peak, two old men were standing in the turbulent black atmosphere. They stared silently at the dark star above the altar. When Nice and Inham came up, they did not look back. This death
The sword of the King of Spirits was still stuck on the altar, but the breath was a thousand times larger and more turbulent than before.
It is true that no one has pulled out the sword itself, but the aura contained in it for millions of years has been pulled out, or is about to be pulled out. Only at such a close distance, he can feel that the aura is boundless and boundless.
Comparatively, but inside it is actually just like a bow with full strings, a giant beast that is about to break out of its cocoon. It hides and suppresses a more terrifying explosion, waiting for it to explode.
"Someone picked up the hilt of the sword in the Glory Castle." Inham understood. But his surprise did not diminish at all, and even turned into anger, and a vague and ominous feeling emerged in his heart.
Student. "Who is it? Could it be..."
"What's wrong? I thought it was you. But wasn't it?"
The two old men turned around, it was Shante and Agranel. Shante's expression was still indifferent, like a living fossil in this atmosphere, while Agranel was similar to Nice. She looked at Ingem.
There was uncontrollable anger and murderous intent in her eyes, but it did not burst out in the end. She paused and asked: "Is the deal between us over?"
The King of the Undead has been born, and the fate of the Necromancers will be the same, whether they kill or not. There is no difference between death and immortality. In fact, even the question she is asking now is meaningless.
After thinking for a while, Inham replied: "The man has escaped. At least he was in good condition when I left."
"What about Stephen? You deceived him into the Glory Castle. Now he is a subordinate of the King of the Dead, or is he just a corpse witch transformed from a corpse? Even if this was not your intention, it should be consistent with what you did.
Because it has anything to do with it..." Shante's wrinkled face, like a thousand-year-old bat fossil, is still indifferent. Although his eyes are as cloudy as a fossil, it seems that nothing can be hidden from him, or that he can guess.
It can be concluded that for him, it seems that there is nothing in this world that is worthy of causing emotional fluctuations. "But it doesn't matter now... there will be this day eventually. Sooner or later..."
"I want to go back and take a look." After being stunned for a long time, Ham's face changed over and over again, and he suddenly turned around and walked down the mountain.
"Go to the Glory Castle? Feeling the breath of the King of the Dead at such a close distance, do you think you can still maintain your own thinking?" Nice's face was full of sneers. "Don't be so impatient. When the King of the Dead returns,
When the Diya Valley truly uproots the dark star, we will all become his loyal servants. No matter where you are at that time, the mark on your body will determine your fate."
Because Ham didn't answer, he still walked down the mountain quickly without any hesitation. When he returned to the valley, he didn't go to get the teleportation scroll, but headed towards the place where the gargoyles were stored. Even if he couldn't use the teleportation scroll, he still wanted to ride on the stone statue.
Go take a look at the ghost at the closest distance and see what's going on.
"Where are you going?" came a hoarse voice that was extremely hard to hear.
Inham's steps suddenly froze. He turned around and saw the thin and broken figure of the Lich. In front of the huge and boundless aura of the dark star, it seemed that the sealing magic circle they had set up was not much stronger than tissue paper.
"I heard that everything is your fault? Thank you so much for your hard work. I have been trying so hard for so long and have not been able to accomplish something, but I didn't expect that it was you, the person who has been blocking me, who accomplished it. How should I say it? I should thank you.
?"
It was as unpleasant as dozens of rusty iron files rubbing against each other. Even if the mocking meaning in Vidnina's voice was not clear, it was still clear to people. I don't know if she was affected by the Dark Star and began to release its aura.
Affected by it, or because of her mood, the flames in the Lich's eyes were much stronger than usual. She looked up at the dim sun hanging in the middle of the sky, and then looked down at Inham.
Nian's muscles trembled, and he seemed to be smiling and said: "I haven't seen the sun for a long time, ever since you imprisoned me. But I didn't expect that the first thing I saw after coming out was being captured by this great undead spirit.
The filtered sun. I wonder if you did this on purpose to surprise me?"
The light from the teleportation magic circle in the distance lit up again and dissipated, and then Sandru's figure appeared. He glanced around and walked quickly towards here.
"Teacher, are you back and ready to celebrate this great moment?" Widnina chuckled like a bellows.
Sandru glanced at her and Inham and asked in a low voice: "Who did it?"
Sandro's face was very heavy and depressed, as if he had poured hundreds of kilograms of lead into his face. Moreover, it was mixed with the most violent gunpowder that could explode at any time. Especially when he looked at Inham, the look in his eyes
The murderous intention was undisguised. But Inham didn't even look at him.
"Strictly speaking, it's him, although he did it unintentionally. Teacher, don't be too nervous, because it actually has nothing to do with personal will, it's all determined by fate."
Vidnina waved her hand. She was now like a proven prophet. Her ugly voice was full of the irresistible and irrefutable greatness connected with fate. "Teacher Ronis, you guys, are you still here?"
There is Deken... Later, almost everyone in the Diya Valley and almost everyone in the world tried to stop me. In terms of actions, you all succeeded. You even had to imprison me because of Ham. But in the end
Well, the final result is that I won."
Sandro snorted, very loudly, and his face became even more ugly, but he did not speak.
Vidnina's interest grew higher and higher, and she continued to talk: "No, it shouldn't be said that I won. This is the fixed trajectory of the gears of fate. I stand on the side of fate. All of you
All your efforts are in vain. It can even be said that your obstruction is just a part of fate. I don’t hate you for everything you do, because I know very well that it is also fate..."
Sandro's expression changed and became strange, but he still didn't say anything and just sighed heavily.
When Sandro sighed, Inham was also sighing. The two people seemed to have a strange tacit understanding at this moment. Their sighs overlapped, but Sandro was very heavy, and Inham was very light.
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Inham's eyes were always on Widnina's face. His eyes were very gentle, with confusion, a vague feeling of nostalgia, and a little heartache. His eyes were originally very bright and beautiful, and with this
His eyes were enough to make any woman drunk, but it was a pity that his eyes were focused on that mummy-like dry and ugly face without any sense of beauty or vitality.
In fact, he was not looking at the ugly lich in front of him. He was looking at the extraordinary youth of twenty years ago. The ecstasy and yearning he had twenty years ago was unforgettable.