"After the division of the continent, the high priests of the Minotaur paid a heavy price to keep the present continent and isolate the evil forces from the present continent. Lizzocaro took a sip of tea in disbelief and continued: "But that doesn't mean true isolation, enough negative energy is enough to reawaken this power. ”

"For the past 10,000 years, the war between us and the undead has not stopped, and although we have won each victory, we have not found a way to eliminate them completely. Lizzo Carlo speaks with regret and helplessness.

"And this time our mage has discovered that the negative energy in the magic net is stronger than any time in the past ten thousand years!" Drahel took over and said:

"In the Great War more than 300 years ago, we thought that there would be another war with the undead, but in the end we avoided it by voluntarily withdrawing from the battlefield. ”

"But our mages have discovered that maybe the undead gave up the war three hundred years ago!" Drahir had a special sense of strangeness in both the content and the tone of his voice, "They are gathering more power... Enough to give us the power of a thunderous blow. ”

"You're saying that the undead were preparing for this war more than three hundred years ago?" Pei Di only felt a cold sweat break out in his palms.

"You don't know the ancient history, and you began to learn magic under the leadership of His Highness Partved. Lizzo Carlo explained, "You study everything, you have to explore everything, when the Locke Empire was first established, it was even legal to study death magic, your life is very short, and you are very obsessed with such magic... Many people, including your Emperor, dream of prolonging their short lives through death magic. ”

The Elven General's words caused Pedi to resonate with his father's description of the Puppet Emperor Barit, which made him suddenly think of many questions. Not only Pedy, but also Silah-Marne and Eileen Fielder were thinking of something that was not pleasant in their memories at this moment.

General Rizzo Carlo continued, "Although later, Speaker Rylandal personally went to the Lion Castle to reach some kind of agreement with your Emperor, and the Empire began to completely ban the study of death magic... But this is only a ban on the surface, and there are still countless mages who are still studying this forbidden magic. ”

"With all due respect," Erin Phil couldn't help but speak, "I've also studied death magic, this kind of magic is not as evil as you say, and it doesn't necessarily require that evil energy, we can also achieve it through the energy of the lower elements in the magic web, which we call the dark element. ”

"Yes, we deny that it is not the magic of death per se. "Your Majesty, the magic of death in your mouth must also follow the most basic principle of a mage's spell casting, which is to communicate through the circle and the magic net to obtain the source of magic, which, according to His Highness Partved, follows the basic conservation of energy. ”

"Death magic like this is something we are studying even because it helps us understand our enemies better, but the undead are completely different, they directly absorb the evil power in the magic net and use it for their use, and enslave the living by spreading the plague, turning them into undead. ”

"As I said earlier, we can only isolate this evil force at best, but we can't do it completely, so I'm sure there have been quite a few mages in the human race who have absorbed their power in the past three hundred years. Rizzo Carlo stared at Pedi, "Banshees and necromancers once sealed their knowledge and memories in this force!"

"I'd love to see what you mean. Pedi nodded, "You're trying to tell me that our enemies have long been hidden in the crowd, and they can unleash a storm of death at any moment... And there's no limit to where or when you want to!"

"Yes!" Rizzo Carlo nodded, "We need the strength of you and the orcs in the face of the impending crisis, so I hope that you had better clear all uncertainties within you as soon as possible and be in a better position to face the impending crisis." ”

"You've just plotted a war against the orcs in Klan. Sira Marne's tone was more aloof than that of Rizzo Carlo, "Now you're going to play the savior again? You should probably tell Shikan Silveraxe what you just said, and see how he reacts now." ”

"Crises always come. Rizzo Carlo did not deny it, "Since it will always come, why not let them come early?"

"I don't want to dismiss your point of view. Peidi said very seriously, "So, what did you want to do when you came to me? just to tell me this?"

"According to the ancient agreement," a white light flashed in Lizzocaro's hand as he spoke, and a wooden block made of iron and wood inlaid with dense writing appeared in his hand, "A long time ago, under the leadership of the Minotaur priests, all the intelligent beings in the continent of Ailan who are dedicated to fighting the undead have signed their names on this agreement. He looked at Pedi, "And that includes your ancestors. ”

"There is not the slightest record of this in our history. Pedi frowned and took the wooden block, looked at the ancient writing on it, frowned, and handed it to his wife.

"I understand," Lizzocaro nodded, "Because of His Highness Patved, your civilization has grown rapidly, dominating the continent in just a few hundred years, but also severing many ancient inheritances. ”

Through her study of magic, Eileen Phil has mastered many ancient languages, including Elven language, Minotaur language, and ancient human scripts. After studying a few paragraphs, she whispered to Pedi, "This is indeed some kind of covenant. ”

"It mentions that when the undead return to the continent, all intelligent civilizations must unconditionally join the ranks of resisting the army of the undead. Erin Phier roughly introduced: "In short, when the undead re-descend, the so-called alliance will be formed unconditionally. ”

"Interesting... Covenant. Pedi and Rizzo Carlo looked at each other, "Rest assured, if our ancestors signed it, I will abide by the treaty above and commit myself to resisting the army of the undead... But you see, I have a lot of people to convince. He spread his hands, "I don't even dare to open the truth to my people now, they are not like you, most of my people do not have the wisdom to judge right from wrong..."

Lizzo Carlo warned: "You have two months to explain to your people. ”

"So, is it possible to end the war in Klan's territory now?" asked Sirah-Marne, a question she was relatively concerned about.

"The Klan Collar War is a decoy. "You can remind your allies not to go too far into this war... But it is impossible and unrealistic to abandon the bait that has been laid. ”

Siala Marne obviously didn't expect her proposal to be rejected so simply, with the annoyance in her eyes that would show to anyone who was rejected.

"Your Majesty Pedi..."Lizzocaro didn't pay much attention to Sirah-Marne, he didn't even care about Sira Marne's words, he looked at Pedi and said about the topic that had just started:

"Although I gave you two months, it doesn't mean that the undead legion will not attack the continent until two months later, maybe some unknown place on the continent is being infected by the undead virus at the time of our conversation, or maybe the next moment the door of this room is knocked, and your intelligence officer walks in and tells you that the undead have attacked a certain city. ”

After hearing the Elven General's words, Peidi subconsciously looked towards the door, and the other party continued: "Of course, it is also possible that our enemies are not well planned, and their legions will soon be surrounded and annihilated by us... The goddess of the forest bless us with such good luck!"

"But we can't expect our enemies to be stupid, in fact the odds are low. "There have been countless wars with the undead in history, and we have been trying to defeat our enemies in the early stages of the war, but this has proved to be very difficult, because the power of the undead legions in the beginning is very strong..."

The elven general lowered his eyelids and said, "Their power comes from that extremely evil force, when the number of their legions is relatively stable, the individual power is very strong, and it has a strong spreading nature... If we use an army of 100,000 to encircle and annihilate them, the final result can only be that our elite army will all become our enemies!"

"Only when his number multiplies to a certain number will the individual strength slowly weaken..."

"So, you mean we need to dilute this power with a sufficient number of lives?" Peddy interrupted Lizzocaro with a frown, "I feel like we're more evil than them. ”

"I'm sorry," Rizzokaro let out a sigh of deep helplessness between his eyebrows, "For tens of thousands of years, we've been studying their power, hoping to find a more effective means of attacking and destroying them before they regain their power. ”

"But those ancient banshees and necromancers are clever, and they have attached their power to the web... No one has the courage to fight against the demon net, we can only wait slowly, wait for this power to recover again and again, and then exchange the blood of the living for the opportunity to destroy and expel them!"

"It seems that immortality is not a pleasant thing either. "I can imagine how desperate and painful it is to repeat such a history. ”

"Yes, there are countless repeated wars, and none of us can guarantee that we will be victorious every time, and maybe if we are not careful, we will destroy this paradise for the living. Rizzocaro took a deep breath, perhaps remembering some unpleasant memory, and with palpitations and nervousness in his eyes, he picked up his teacup and drank it dry.

"If the undead legion you are talking about has really descended on this continent..."Pei Di suddenly stood up and said with a serious expression, "The Kingdom of Kruria will do its best to fight them to the end, this is my guarantee. As he spoke, he walked up to Lizzocaro and held out his hand.

"You are a great king. Lizzo Carlo also held out his hand.

With his hands clasped together, Pedi said, "I am just fulfilling the promise of my ancestors and protecting my people from harm, and although I would love to have a long life, I don't want to turn myself into a corpse." ”

Lizzocaro nodded and looked at Drahir next to him, "He will stay in Crewe City, and if you want, he can serve you as your personal advisor until this crisis is over." ”

Drahir, who had already stood up, immediately saluted Pedi, "If you wish, I will be happy to serve you, Your Majesty." ”

"I've long wanted to hire an upper-class elf as an advisor. Pedi shrugged and didn't refuse the offer.

...

Principality of Rigrock,

The wooded area northwest of Fort Vincent and the Dwarves meet.

It was originally a symbol of friendship between the Karen and the dwarves, and humans and dwarves have lived in harmony with the region for centuries, making the area full of villages and towns.

But the contradictions between the upper leaders broke the harmony in the region.

The dwarves were forced to leave their homes where they had lived for more than 300 years, and the humans were forced to take up arms and fight their old friends.

Now, more than 300 years of friendship between dwarves and humans have been spurned by the erection of tombs, replaced by growing hatred and antagonism between the two races.

As the fighting in front of the Crane Territory intensified, the lords of Fort Vincent began to shrink their power.

And this border area, which was already in conflict, was abandoned by the lords.

The dwarves also implemented many immigration policies due to the vigorous development of new territories in the western continent, and this mountainous and wooded area was abandoned due to the end of the war with the Karen people.

The originally prosperous border villages and towns have become a dead place that no one cares about because of the greed of the leaders of both sides!

And at this moment, outside an unknown small village in the central region of the Dead Lands, a group of magicians dressed very retro gathered around the edge of a cemetery.

At the head of this group of magicians was a beautiful-looking woman.

It's Ferrola,

Ferrola, who suddenly disappeared in the cemetery of Fort Vincent.

She was wearing a pitch-black tight-fitting leather armor at the moment, her excellent figure was perfectly outlined, her hair was pitch black, her complexion was as white as the moon, and her pupils flashed with dazzling blue light.

She was holding a little boy in her hand, a very small boy, no more than two years old from the standstill. The boy's skin was as white as Ferrorah's, and his small eyes turned gray, as if he had lost his sight.

"Mother, what are you doing?" the child looked at Ferrola, his gray pupils filled with interest in the unknown and obvious doubt.

This little child is actually Ferrola's long-dead son!

"We're preparing a magic trick. Ferrora stared at the boy, a smile flashing across her indifferent face.

"Master, all ready. The mage looked at the busy crowd not far away, walked up to Ferrola and whispered, "Do you want to start the sacrifice now?"

"Let's get started," Ferrola's pale face was filled with a purple lip that opened and closed, revealing a bewitching beauty, "dear... Zuckerbury. ”