Diya Valley, the top of the Shadow Spin Mountain Range.
On the small altar, the dark star was buzzing continuously. The death energy that had been condensed in the Shadow Whirl Mountains for thousands of years across the continent had begun to be slowly activated, like an ancient demon god that had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years.
Exhaling the first breath of awakening, the black breath like the raging waves of the angry sea continued to permeate from the more than inch-wide sword body and filled the surrounding space. It was so rich that it was no longer breath, but naked and alive death.
Even the strongest dragons in this extremely dense mass of death could not survive, but there were several human figures standing and sitting motionless, as if they were sculptures integrated with the obsidian mountain. That was from Diya Valley.
Master, Necromancers.
The brand in their bodies gives them privileges that no creature in the world has ever had. They can survive in the breath of the dark star and live in the Shadow Vortex Mountains, but it also gives them an inescapable fate. And now each of them
Right here I feel this destiny coming step by step.
There is probably no word that is more elusive and unfounded than the word fate. It seems that as long as people are a little smarter and more determined, they can ignore it. But only those who are aware of the irresistible facts that are overwhelming them step by step will truly understand that they are nothing but heaven and earth.
A tiny ant among them.
Everyone here is an extremely wise man and a strong man, but the magician who has caused the continent to be in trouble. Now he can only wait here quietly.
There is no escaping. No matter when and where they are, as long as this world-destroying artifact is completely pulled out, the mark on their bodies, minds, and souls will simultaneously turn them into undead creatures loyal to the King of the Undead. In the end,
Whether it is a corpse witch with no self-consciousness at all, or a lich that can still retain a little bit of thought, no one knows, and they don't want to know, but they know that it is not far away. The gradually fluctuating and active aura represents
The King of the Dead is walking here step by step.
They understand the meaning of the Dark Star better than anyone else, and they also understand the irresistibility of this fate better than anyone else. Just like no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to resist the laws of nature. It is no longer a difference in strength.
It's a fundamental difference. As they are perhaps the strongest group on the continent, as soon as they get close to the King of the Dead, their self-consciousness will be erased and they will become the undead servants of the King of the Dead.
Widne Na was also among them. Her mummy-like face was still expressionless, with only the green fire in her eyes flashing continuously.
There is no Necromancer left to argue with her. This dark star is getting stronger and stronger, and all the feuds no longer have any meaning.
Suddenly, the Lich turned her head and looked down at the top of the mountain. In the distant valley, a figure was walking. The flames in her eyes flashed, and she jumped off the platform on the top of the mountain. A pair of pure black magic power and death green
Wings composed of flames appeared behind her, carrying his thin and dry body as he flew downwards.
Some of the necromancers on the top of the mountain just glanced at her. Others didn't even look at her.
In the valley, Sandro, who was walking quickly, looked up in surprise and saw Widnina falling from the sky with a large group of black and green mist around her, landing in front of him.
"Teacher, where are you going?" the lich looked at Sandro and asked.
"It's none of your business, get out of my way."
"In this great moment that all the necromancers are quietly waiting for, you are in such a hurry. I am very curious."
"This is my own business. I'm telling you to get out of the way." Sandro shouted in a deep voice.
"That's where the gargoyles are placed. Are you going to get the gargoyles?" Widnina looked at the direction Sandro was going. "With your corpse control skills, you still need to use gargoyles. Do you have to go very far?
Where? Judging from your demeanor and spirit, it seems that something good happened to cheer you up?"
"It has nothing to do with you. Didn't you hear me telling you to get out of the way?"
Widnina did not seem to hear it. She was silent for a moment and said, "I heard that something very surprising happened in the end. You also know it."
Sandro replied coldly: "Almost everything lately is surprising."
"I mean what happened after you and Inham left here. You seem to have found out a lot of surprising things."
"I'm a little surprised that he's still in the mood to come back and tell you."
"No, it's me using my puppet Hawkeye to monitor you. Don't look at me like that, Teacher Sandro. As a lich guarding next to the Black Star, my strength has far surpassed the two of you. My puppet is not
It's not difficult for you to find out. It's just that I can't help you if you go to the Whispering Forest. The Sunwell seems to have some residual effects. Even if it doesn't affect you, it will still have no problem affecting my puppets. It seems that it happened there.
It seems like a big turnaround, otherwise you wouldn't be so energetic. Excuse me, can you tell me?"
Sandro replied calmly: "There is no change. I just went to be a clown with Magnus and the others. What should happen will still happen. I can't do anything."
"Can't do it? What are you going to do now?"
"Do what I should do. It's none of your business." Sandro paused and looked at the Lich student with a strange look. "But you, specifically asking me this, do you feel something wrong?
Accident."
"Well, things turned out to be like that. Frankly speaking, I was a little surprised." The Lich's words were very hoarse. Her voice has always been hoarse, unlike the sounds that living things can make, but now the hoarseness is not just a sound, it can be felt.
The hoarseness of her words.
"Oh. You are actually surprised. I thought everything was under your control." Sandro's eyes were full of ridicule.
"After all, I am not a god. Although I can grasp the thread of destiny, I still cannot grasp everything in the wheel of destiny." The flame in the Lich's eyes extinguished and became fainter, and then lit up again as if it had new energy.
"But the process is not important after all, what is important is the result. You see, as I said, this great moment has finally arrived, and the new world is about to begin because of my promotion..."
"Yes, you won. It won't be long before everything you hate and despise will be turned into powder under your great impetus...In the end, including you, this is the result you want."
"I just follow the path of destiny to promote history. Teacher, why can't you understand this greatness and still immerse yourself in the humble values of human beings." The lich's voice and the flames in his eyes no longer fluctuated. She is now
Looks like a statue of death..
Sandro ignored her and continued walking in the original direction, bypassing Widnina. "Yes, I am a human being. So now I can only do what a human being can do."
"I won't let you go." Widnina raised her hand, and the black aura and green flames around her rose into the sky. "Although I don't know what exactly you are going to do, but you probably want to hinder this.
In the coming great moment, as a necromancer, this is absolutely unacceptable behavior."
Sandro suddenly turned around, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Widnina and asked word by word: "You dare to fight me?"
"I'm trying to stop you from making a big mistake." Vidnina said calmly. It seemed that it was difficult for the withered body to even stand. A slight impact could knock the skeleton down, but even Sandro
, she looked as small and powerless as a big-eared monster in front of the magical aura rushing around her. This was no longer a single body, even a magically transformed undead monster could emit magical power.
Sandro laughed angrily, laughing like crazy. "Okay, okay, okay, you actually dare to fight me. Okay, okay, I didn't expect it..."
"I know that this power, this identity of the Necromancer, this body, and this great ideal... everything about me was given to me by you, teacher. But now it is not my own will, this is darkness
Don’t you still feel the will of the star?”
The aura and flames rising into the sky were extremely powerful. This was not her power, but the power of the Dark Star. The other necromancers ignored Vidnina. The most important thing was that they did not have the ability to go any further.
No matter what. In the current extremely strong death aura, the Lich's physique is the carrier that can truly bring the brand of the Dark Star into play.
"Teacher, I do respect you. But this is just for me personally. In the face of fate and the wheel of history, personal emotions are meaningless. Don't worry, even if you die, it will only be temporary. Death is in the greatness of the world.
There is no meaning in front of the dark star. As long as the King of the Dead comes here and pulls up the dark star, you will be awakened immediately and become the servant of the King of the Dead like our other necromancers. This is us
The fate of the necromancers, the fate set for us by the great Archibald."
In the huge mountain of black magic power, little green flames flickered and danced. The lich stood in the center, his voice was still ugly and hoarse, but it was like reciting the greatest epic and the most sacred oracle. He looked like a
The agent of death.
"Great destiny, great destiny, what are you? Is it a law that hangs on the sky that we earthly ants cannot understand, or is it just an excuse used by weak and boring people to anesthetize themselves and shirk their responsibilities..."
A voice sounded, gradually approaching here.
The only person who can step into the current Diya Valley is a necromancer, but the person who spoke now does not seem to have the manners of a necromancer. He actually walks unsteadily, like a just-in-time man.
A drunken farmer emerging from a cup of low-grade wine.
At the same time, in a blind corner that neither Sandro nor Vidnina could see, a darkness was quietly twisting...