"What is fate? Something that is destined to be unchangeable? That is to say, the world has been doomed to have all its trajectories since its formation, like an endless straight line? That is to say, when should you spit and pee where?
How many ants will be drowned where we urinate, whether our mood will be happy or comfortable when we urinate, or whether we will be depressed because we cannot urinate smoothly? These are all arranged by the great destiny for us."
However, I approached unexpectedly. This man didn't seem drunk, but he was really drunk. He was holding a wine flask in his hand, and his luxurious clothes were full of wrinkles and wine stains. They were always well-combed.
His neat and tidy hair was also messy, and his eyes, which used to be so deep that they could make all women drunk to death, were now completely drunk by his own drunkenness. He looked at the two people who were at war with each other with a half-smile, and said with a vague laugh:
"You don't need to argue, and you don't need to be so nervous. Because in essence, this dark star or the king of the undead is the same as an ant drowned by a piece of urine."
"Inham, you disappoint me so much." The lich's voice seemed to be grinding this man to pieces with the tones squeezed out of his throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The Marquis finally came over and leaned against a large piece of obsidian. "But I think you should be used to it? After all, I remember that I seem to have been disappointing you since twenty years ago.
…”
"It really disappoints me, both before and now. I really regret why I agreed to introduce you to Diya Valley."
"So that's the case, then I'm even more sorry. I thought you would be very happy at that time." The Marquis paused, and suddenly he laughed again as if he remembered something, even the laughter was filled with laughter.
Smell of wine. "Do you regret it? This is also part of the great destiny. What do you regret? Since you have already foreseen and made arrangements for such great moments as the King of the Dead pulling up the Black Star, could it be that you have planned such a trivial matter before?
Didn’t you see it?”
"Your current behavior is simply an insult to the noble title of Necromancer. You are insulting the sacred place of Diya Valley." There was no expression on the Lich's face, and only the fire in her eyes seemed to be burning.
Fly out and burn the Marquis to death.
"Then what kind of virtue do you think a Necromancer should be? Like them, stay there and wait for the great King of the Undead to come and turn them all into zombies?" The Marquis pointed to the peak of the Shadow Whirl Mountain Range.
Looking from below, the extremely rich black gas has covered all the figures. "Shante and Nis. They are both old guys who have lived for decades and are almost stiff. For them, even if they are not dead,
The servants of the King of Spirits don’t have many days to live. Maybe this situation is the best outcome for them, at least they don’t have to pay as much to be converted into skeletons like you.”
"This is the destined fate of necromancers. You don't even understand this. You are not qualified to be a necromancer. Or should I turn you into a corpse witch now?" Vidnina said coldly.
explain.
But the Marquis still seemed to be drunk and happy. His interest was even higher than the black breath. He laughed: "Only now I understand the old saying, how can you be a god or ghost if you can't even be a human being? He talks about fate and ghosts.
The people he said are bad people. According to this, wouldn’t the fate of these ghosts and gods be worse than that of human beings? Hahahaha..."
The black magic aura around the Lich has become as fierce as an erupting volcano. Not only her, but also Sandro is looking at the Marquis with some weird eyes. Based on his past behavior, he looks like he is drunk now.
, it is better to say that it is crazy!
It seemed that he had finally laughed enough. Inham stopped to take a breath and said in a more sober tone: "Okay, old man Sandro, just leave if you want. I will help you stop her."
He said this very easily, but Sandro and Widnina were more surprised when they heard it than when they saw his laughter just now.
"I roughly understand what you are going to do. Things have reached this point and it may be useless to do anything, but whether it is useful is one thing, and whether to do it or not is another matter." Inham's eyes were filled with drunkenness.
It kept dissipating, or in other words, he was never so drunk that he lost control, he was just venting. He still had a drunken smile on his face and waved to Sandro. "She has never taken action against me, but she is not sure that she can.
I won't let you escape while I kill you."
"What I hate most in my life is when other people sell me favors because they are self-righteous, especially someone as annoying as you. If it were normal times, I would definitely chop off your self-righteous head."
"At this time, I advise you not to save face..." Inham said with a sigh.
"Hahahaha..." The huge laughter of ghosts and wolves howled from Widnina's withered body, and the huge churning black gas filled the entire valley. "No need. I have decided to take over you now instead of the King of the Undead."
Two people who desecrated the identity of the Necromancer..."
The sound forced with magic power was still coming from the severed throat, but the lich's head had already flown up.
Just as she laughed loudly, a black flash flashed from her neck, and the withered head flew into the air, rolled continuously in the air, and then fell to the ground.
Sandro and the Marquis were both stunned. The one who was most stunned was definitely Vidnina, who was still laughing looking at her headless body, and could even lift her hands under her own will.
Making a gesture of a magic spell, the flames in her eyes seemed to freeze.
Before anyone could react, this black flash of light began to flash crazily on the headless body of the Lich. As if this decapitating blow was not enough, it was just an insignificant beginning. It was invisible to the naked eye.
The speed transformed into the body of the lich, and it was like a torrent of destruction. In the blink of an eye, this body, which was regarded as the top magic masterpiece by its master, turned into a pile of garbage-like fragments and scattered down.
Sandro and the Marquis had not yet been able to react. Seeing this monster that exuded an aura that shocked even them was suddenly broken into a pile of pieces was really shocking enough. What's more, they didn't care about her.
Just plain hostility.
Only at this moment did a figure emerge from the darkness behind Widnina. Her thin body, but her old face was now full of a capable and solemn look soaked in murderous aura. She seemed to have always been there, but it just happened to be
None of the three people noticed...
"It's you." Sandro suddenly realized. The only one who could tear Vidnina into pieces in the blink of an eye was this king of killers.
What Agranel held in her hand was just a rock fragment she picked up casually, and she used this thing to cut the lich alive. Now she threw it casually, and the rock fragment flew away. Sandro and the Marquis
Just as he opened his mouth and didn't have time to make a sound, the Lich's head on the ground was also beaten into pieces, and the soul fire in the skull also disappeared.
"Stop trying to save face. Get out of here." Agranel gave Sandru a cold look.
"You..." Sandro looked at the fragments on the ground and hesitated to speak.
"There is no life box in her body. It seems that she has been able to place the life box in other places like the legendary lichs. This way she will not die. And the aura of the dark star in the Diya Valley is too strong. She will be resurrected.
It won't be too much trouble to get up." Agrenel's face was not as relaxed as it was after he succeeded, and he still had a faint murderous intention when looking at the fragments on the ground.
"That's right." The lich's voice sounded again. Her body was scattered into pieces. This voice came from the magical aura that permeated the entire valley.
At the same time as the sound appeared, Agranel's body had disappeared, as if she was a virtual image created by illusion. At the same time, dozens of firebirds condensed with green flames appeared in the surrounding area.
In a space of 3 meters, the wings are flapping crazily and flying through this space.
The obsidian ground was completely melted, and these firebirds shuttled between each other into a huge, extremely hot space. Both Sandro and the Marquis on the edge flew back, and they could only avoid it in an extremely embarrassed manner.
A muffled groan came from the edge of this green fire purgatory, and a black shadow that seemed to be hidden in the cracks in the space was burned out by the flames. With a hint of burnt odor, this figure smoked in the green
It twisted and fluttered in the fire, flew out of the range of the flames, and then disappeared completely.
"It's amazing. Although we are both necromancers, they can break through so many magic barriers around me without a sound and sneak up on me. They can also escape from the flaming hell with all my strength. I am worthy of being a killer among killers. Among the guilds
It's not unreasonable for so many people to be so afraid of her for so many years." Vidnina's voice continued to float in the empty valley, and the fragments on the ground jumped and condensed as if they were alive, only to condense again in the blink of an eye.
She killed a lich, and even the tattered robe on her body was not damaged at all. "If it weren't for the current Diya Valley, in this place filled with the aura of the sacred dark star, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything.
Recover and fight back against her."
"Teacher, the magic of gathering spirits can also be used in this way. You probably didn't think of it when you taught me. As long as there is enough magic power, my body, which is the most powerful magician, can be truly immortal. And in this dark place
Under the breath of the star, I, who represents its supreme will, will naturally be invincible and invincible."
Widnina pushed her hands away, like an artist displaying his greatest masterpiece, and her robe was turned up by the violently swirling magic breath, revealing an ugly body underneath that looked like a mixture of a skeleton, a zombie, and a mummy.