The white mist shrouded in a faint number of buildings scattered on the cliffs, the Misty Mountains had only one entrance, with three lines of fortifications formed by thick wooden stakes and boulders, and in the rear were the places where the bandits gathered.

"Witch doctor, how is the boss's injury?" asked the bald man covered in bandages.

"The other party's weapons are very strange, I found a dozen black pieces of iron from the leader's body, but they are protected by leather armor, and they only enter the flesh for three points, and do no damage. The witch doctor in the black top hat said.

"That's it?"

"The wound on him was caused by the metal object on his shoulder, believed to have been fired by a special magic channel, and the wound was severe, and Lord Kaz was treating him. ”

"Lord Kaz, can his necromancy still heal his injuries?" the bald head startled.

"Of course, there are many types of necromancy, and not all of them are offensive spells, but their healing magic is unconventional and requires a sacrifice of something. The witch doctor craned his neck, as if sensing some cold.

"Sacrifice what?" said the red-haired archer, this time.

"Probably some essence blood, I heard that you can use your own or other people's. The witch doctor hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Didn't you notice that the maid who served him hadn't been there for days?"

The bald and red-haired faces changed, and they looked at each other and stopped talking.

Inside the room, the leader in the lizard mask was leaning against the bed, his shoulders bandaged, and across from him sat a tall, lanky man, hunched.

He was dressed in a black robe, with tattoos on his face, his pale skin tight to his bones, his eyes hollow, and his pupils like ghostly fire.

"This injury is nothing for a Templar, but it does affect the movement of the arm, and healing with magic will help you recover faster. ”

"Master Kaz, when did necromancer spells become life-saving, and what price did it cost?" the leader didn't seem to be very friendly to the necromancer.

"The price of flesh and blood, the damage of life needs to be repaired with life, which is in line with the law of existence of all things in the world. Master Kaz's eyes flashed like ghostly fire, "Do you care about that?"

The leader sneered slightly behind the mask.

"The Dark Light will support the adults enough, I know the adults don't want to stay in such a remote and broken place, but there is no way, your current status is not suitable to show your head to other places. The necromancer's voice was emotionless, as if it had really lost its breath of life.

In fact, necromancers only sacrificed themselves to the Grim Reaper in order to wield powerful magical powers, and in essence, they are still human.

It's nothing more than a human being somewhere between normal and undead.

The leader was silent, the silver cup in his hand slowly changing shape.

Kaz turned a blind eye to the leader's anger, and the other party did not have the strength to fight against him, so he could only be at his mercy.

"Based on the information you provided, I found the ogre camp deep in the Black Curse Forest, but the ogre leader named Saru had already been killed by his successor in a duel, and I only found a few things left by Mick under their temple. ”

"He's dead?" the leader looked up, a little incredulous.

"Presumably, he's been out of touch for a long time, he's been around the ruins under the temple for a long time, and he's left something behind, and these studies can prove that there was once a magical stronghold underneath that place doesn't have much use now. Kaz was still an emotionless voice.

"Who killed him?"

"You may not believe it, but I found an elven blasting arrow, and a metal artifact, the same type of thing that was taken out of your shoulder wound, something I've never heard of, and most likely from a magic guide before the Continental War. ”

"What does it have to do with this chalk prince? how could this ......?" the leader pondered.

"That's the case, he also happens to have a stunning elven archer by his side, and it can't be a coincidence. Kaz's ghost-like pupils contracted, "Time is ticking, and the ruins of the ogre camp confirm our previous suspicions once again. ”

"What does this mean?"

"This means that the further down into the Black Curse Forest, the more likely it is to find ruins, and we found more than twenty ruins in total, all arranged in this way, with the density increasing the further inside. ”

"You mean let's go deeper?Kaz, it takes more men and gold, and the deeper you go into the forest, the more dangerous it becomes, since we came to the Misty Mountains, we've lost hundreds of people intermittently, and recruiting people isn't that simple. ”

"Ho ho, Lord Commander, why did you want to settle down in the Misty Mountains, it's because there is a gold mine here, I brought two hundred coolies this time, to tell you the truth, the passage of the gold mine has been opened, the reserves are even larger than we expected, and you will be able to smelt the first piece of gold in less than ten days. Kaz's voice finally raised.

The leader's eyes finally changed behind the mask.

"I will leave some men to help you, as long as you hold the Misty Mountain, your wealth will continue to increase, the Dark Light will only need a small part of it, and the rest will be used to fund your development of power, in time, when the power grows to a certain extent, you can return to Theron to regain what you lost. Katz looked intently at the leader.

Seduction is a technique that all necromancers are good at, and they tend to sell their souls by throwing out benefits that are difficult for the other party to refuse.

This is a condition that the chief cannot refuse.

He was originally a nobleman of Theron, the commander of the Bronze Dragon Legion, but he was affected by the turmoil in the royal capital and was exiled, which was the greatest shame of his life.

The Misty Mountains were his only chance, and he had no other choice.

He slowly removed his lizard mask, revealing his face, a large scar that slashed diagonally across the bridge of his nose from above the arch of his left brow to the corner of his right mouth.

It was a sword wound from an assassination attempt during exile, but luckily he survived and escaped from Theron.

"That chalk prince has been named the lord of Ember City, and according to the information we have gathered so far, he is by no means the idle royal child as rumored by the outside world, on the contrary, he has shown good strength, which is very suspicious of the intentions of the old chalk king. Kaz ignored the scars.

"The chalk king now has secret news that the king intends to let this prince inherit the throne?"

"This is no longer a secret news, it is likely that the palace deliberately spread it...... The chalk king's methods don't seem to be as weak as the outside world thinks. ”

"This is impossible, with the chalk situation, Blonn's succession is the only option. "The chief knows very well how this kind of thing is going to happen.

"Anyway, all you need to do is hold on to the Misty Mountain, after all, it's too close to Ember City, if this prince gets a foothold, do you think he will fight the idea of this place?"

"If he comes, it will be the most regrettable choice he has ever made in his life. The leader threw down the crumpled silver cup in his hand and set his eyes on a plate beside him.

Inside the plate were blood-stained gauze and a metal object the size of a peanut that could not be seen in its original shape.