Newell opened his visor, and an unfamiliar face was reflected on the glass.
It was the face of Cervantes, with his lips pursed and his eyebrows raised, making him look much more serious than before.
He looked back at the mess on the ground, with corpse-eaters surrounding him, more obedient than tame hounds. Obviously they stopped here because they noticed something, but they were locked out. However, when he came in person and broke in, he found that there was no one inside.
Newell's first reaction was that the man jumped out of the window and escaped. The fourth floor is not an insurmountable height for mystics.
Not long ago, the owner of this armor also disappeared like this. He almost didn't live much longer, but he managed to go to the study to report the news to the castle master.
But Cervantes didn't know that the person he trusted had already betrayed everything in the Four Leaf Territory. No one was in the study, and the commander of the Shadow Army died with unwillingness and regret.
But there was no body.
"You can't run far." Newell stared out the window, as if trying to find the non-existent legion leader in the shadow of the castle.
"And that adventurer, he actually carries the Crest of the Sky... It seems that Chloe Towers is tracking closely. But even the Shadow Bishop strengthened by Sovero is not enough to hold him back. Chloe is here this time. Which messenger is it?"
Newell, the fallen Death Apostle, thought.
He actually never discovered the secret passage in the study. The glass was clean without a trace, and the ink bottles were wrapped and placed in the corner. They did not welcome the apostles of chaos who forced their way into the castle.
There are no clear clues in the Scroll of Oath. Is this castle really going to be destroyed?
Newell felt angry and unwilling. He took out the pendant from his clothes and looked at the cross in his palm. He couldn't help but look ugly; dark smoke was lingering in the room, and the dead were jumping for joy.
"Death...is calling me."
Suddenly he raised his eyebrows, and his magic power condensed into a cross mark, which was exactly the same as the pendant.
The voice came from it:
"Sir, I have... completed what you asked..."
Newell's bad mood suddenly returned: "Did you find the Scroll of Oath?"
He didn't expect that cunning noble to be of any help at all. He had a history of betrayal, and as a subordinate, Chief Shunuo would never make anyone feel reassured.
But this time it was the middle-aged nobleman whom he was not optimistic about who gave him a surprise.
"I'm not sure, Master Mage. You'd better come and identify it yourself. If it's a fake, please forgive me for my incompetence. The real thing would be better." Manager Xiunuo's voice was sharp and thin, and he said flatteringly. With.
"It's just in the lobby on the first floor. No one will suspect it."
"Well done, Xiu Nuo. Under Suvillier's gaze, you will gain something more valuable than wealth and power." Newell's gaze moved downwards, looking at the first floor of the main castle.
The flags on the dome jingled—
…
Before doing anything, don't forget your purpose.
This is what Joey told him.
This was also the only reason why General Shunuo was left alive.
Uriel followed Eze into the hall, and Shono Wiggins was dragged by the latter's hand. He had only one breath left.
The ground was covered with thorns, and the black thorns bound the dead men in armor. The stained windows above the head are painted with religious patterns, and holy and colorful shadows fall from their gaps. The bright and dark reflections turn the brilliant carvings into a battlefield of killing, surrounded by silence.
"You said I can't beat that fallen Death Apostle in the middle ring?" Druid suddenly asked.
"I don't know, sir."
The apprentice shook his head, "Maybe the Scroll of Oath gave him strength. I don't know much about the mystery."
"A reasonable guess." Eze had to admit that powerful mysterious items had such abilities. "But it's unbelievable that the messenger actually helped you light the fire. I thought you would die in the city. Gaia really favors you."
"Just a little bit." Uriel whispered, "He helped me a lot for nothing."
"You need to be careful. There is no free lunch in the world - this is your former boss's advice to you. I don't have to pay you this week."
"I don't think I have anything that people value. Maybe he just wants to be friends with me."
Eze was surprised: "Gaia, why do you think so?"
"Because you are all afraid of him."
"We have to think about our own lives. The Necromancer is already troublesome enough. Look what Yotsuye City has become due to him. The Wiggins family only suffered such a blow fifteen years ago, and most of them were The Glorious Council is in trouble; the Sky Realm will only be more terrifying than them."
The druid looked at the apprentice and laughed: "You are still too naive... No, you are too ignorant. You don't understand the mysterious realm. The sky is the end of the ring, but we are on a path destined to fail. .”
"Destined to fail?"
"The ring steps are also called the path of death. The final outcome must be to burn out the soul and turn it into ashes."
"That empty realm——"
"Ashes sublimate from the flames, which is the empty state. You know that resurrection from the dead is the same principle. Only after the soul is burned by magic can it be reorganized into a higher mystery. Do you understand? The only way to live towards death is at the end of this road. .”
Uriel realized something heavy: "You...you mean it literally?"
"Both. It's up to you which one you choose."
Uriel fell silent.
"I have long lost my enterprising spirit, child. This year is the 137th year of my life. I have lived long enough as a human being, and the accumulation of magic power has reached its peak." Eze Hein Si said that there were not many traces of wind and frost on his face, which was due to the Druid's life attribute.
He revealed the vicissitudes of life hidden under the stinginess and preoccupation. It is a life attitude that seems completely different from that of the people on the street who are running for life and beliefs, but is similar in subtle ways.
This attitude made Uriel guess his choice.
"Yes." The druid leaned against the pillar with his suitcase. "I plan to wait for the end of my life and greet it as an oak druid."
"Oh, oak is the ring step in the life sequence. It's time for you to add some common sense, kid."
"I just didn't have time." Uriel was a little embarrassed. He once again felt the confusion of lack of knowledge. But he swore to the goddess Gaia that the apprentice had only been exposed to mysterious magic for three days since he heard about it.
He decided to change the subject: "So Bai is the one who chose the path to continue and succeeded, right?"
"The messenger is an unimaginable existence." Eze did not expose him and followed his words: "Can normal people come back from the dead? They are not normal people."
A day ago, I thought all mysterious creatures were abnormal! The apprentice thought that if it could be regarded as an abnormality by an extraordinary mysterious creature, then the sky realm was probably the mystery among the mysteries, and it was natural that no one would understand it.
"Which path will I choose?"
"Then you have to think about it carefully."
Eze ended the topic, "Have you changed professions, warrior classification? Or mage? It seems that you can only choose mage..."
"It's a knight." Uriel had to wave his sword, and a curtain three meters away fell down.
"The strength is good, but the skills are lacking." The druid nodded, "Not to mention mystical knowledge, you, a newbie, are still qualified."
"It would be great if I could help." Uriel coughed, looking at the thorny jungle all over the ground and feeling a little embarrassed. You must know that there are a whole hall of corpse eaters in front of Eze. He barely even moved his hands, and the undead souls were pierced into gourds by the thick plants emerging from the ground.
Goddess above, is this the power of Gao Huan?
Uriel could only marvel. He could still feel the raging magic power surging in the air without seeing it, so much so that he could mysteriously possess a high-level magic that could instantly kill the undead team.
"The undead are very troublesome. Fortunately, he stayed in Frostleaf Castle in search of mysterious items, otherwise we would have faced the entire Swift Shadow Army." The bar owner became serious, "You'd better retreat further and be careful of the corpse eaters. Raid: They’ll be stronger too.”
The apprentice obeyed the command and returned to the door. Ezz reached back and opened his suitcase and took out new seeds from it; he sprinkled the seeds on the body of Chief Shouno and looked at the latter's blood-stained face with a look of horror.
"This is not a pothos." Druid snapped his fingers.
Large pansies bloomed on the steward's body, and deep and light purples spread out in an instant. The roots of the plant penetrate into the skin, muscles and even bones and internal organs, and the exposed leaves are densely packed and full of vitality.
The apprentice heard a horrifying scream coming from behind him. Even in the hospital, he had never heard such a creepy sound. Even the screams of corpse eaters were incomparable.
Chester collected a lot of pansy seeds, but there was only one buyer in the entire Clover City. Now that the alchemist has returned to Heather's arms, Eze has used these seeds on Shono Wiggins.
These seeds are magic plants and cannot be quickly cultivated into plants by instilling magic power. They can only grow on their own; however, the flesh and blood of the living is a rare nutrient for them.
Pansies are also called grimacing flowers. They like cold environments and symbolize "bondage." They are a type of dark plant. St. Valoran used it as a messaging plant, and these cat faces became popular on Binyaio.
Uriel turned around and saw a large cluster of beautiful viola flowers on the ground. The soft three petals were gently gathered together, like a butterfly about to fly; wisps of mist floated out from the flower stamens, and Manager Xiu Nuo—— —The apprentice could only make out his outline.
Layers of white mist surged forward in all directions.
Even though he knew that the other party deserved death, Uriel couldn't help but feel a tremor, and the horrific fantasies that had appeared in the laboratory overlapped and flashed before his eyes.
Mysteries are not powers, they are the unknown.
The mist covered it into a clean sea——
"Pale Wilds"
Uriel heard footsteps, coming slowly and slowly from the depths of the hall; the mist began to roll in, and the apprentice heard the screams of the undead again. They overshadowed the increasingly faint howl of the Chief Shunuo and became the scene on the battlefield. The only melody.
Darkness spreads.
"The Druid of Saint Valoran?" Newell looked at Eds Haynes, who was waiting with a suitcase, and knew that he had delayed for too long.
"The Druid of Knox." Eze replied, "If you can replace Cervantes, even if you are not a high-level person, you are probably not far behind. Isn't life difficult in Gavash? Let you go to Nox X comes from seeking death.”
"I knew that idiot Xiuno would never achieve enough." The Necromancer pulled back his visor, and Cervantes' face gradually turned into a withered face. He sneered arrogantly, revealing his bright red gums: "Gavash doesn't have so much material."
"Did you kill Chester?" Mr. Eads, still wearing a trench coat and looking like a traveler, asked. Uriel couldn't even tell his emotions just by listening to his voice, but the apprentice could feel it.
"Recipient of divine grace, I remember this name." Newell admitted frankly, "This also allows me to stand in front of you... High-level druids are not common. You servants of Heather are always in the way. , I had to spend some effort to get the formula for the potion."
As soon as the words fell, the ground shook——
"The Wrath of Nature"!
