The light was there, and Leanda came as promised.

"What is this place, and how am I going to live?" I asked.

"I don't know what this place is, you have to rely on yourself to survive. ”

Her answer made me despair.

Suddenly, I saw a bright light in the distance.

I glanced down at Margaret and asked Leinda, "Can you take care of her for me?"

"At this moment, you can dominate her body as you have ever dominated everyone else." ”

"What are the consequences of that?" I asked.

In fact, I know very well in my heart that people who have been dominated will have less physical vitality, and their life span will gradually shorten with the extension of the domination time.

"The consequences are ...... As a result, she ...... There is a possibility that she will never be able to be herself again. Leenda said.

I know, she means, that Margaret will end up turning into a zombie man.

My heart went back and forth, and one voice said, "Dominate her, and from now on she will follow you, and her body will always belong to you, and become your puppet;" and another voice said, "Don't dominate her, she saved you, and she is so lively and beautiful, don't turn her into a walking dead because of your greed." ”

I really have no control over Margaret's soul. To deprive her of her life would expose me to the condemnation of my conscience. However, now it is really a last resort.

I started trying to "magically connect" to her, so I went to open her eyelids.

Margaret didn't resist in the slightest.

However, I looked her in the eye and tried three times in succession, but it didn't work.

I had to let go.

Margaret snorted, her body moved, and she didn't react.

"What are you afraid of, why are you not focused?" asked Leanda.

I bowed my head and said nothing.

"You're in love with her, so you can't hurt her, even slightly?" she asked.

I nodded.

"For many years, I have also wondered why human beings have been able to reproduce, why human beings have been able to overcome the fear of death, and why human beings have been able to endure the pain of life and death, all because of emotional reasons. Since you can't overcome your emotions, take care of them. You won't be a powerful undead wizard after all, but you will be a powerful human. She said.

I don't know what she means, is this a compliment or a mockery of me?

I struggled to pick up Margaret diagonally, her hair falling apart and making me look at me.

She crawled on my shoulder and whispered, "What are you talking to yourself and checking my pupils? I'm not dead, but I'm dying! When I'm dead, you can just find a place to throw me down, and don't put dirt on me, it'll get me dirty quickly." ”

I patted her gently on the back and said, "I'm not going to let you die." If you die, I'll die first!"

My tone was a little choked, maybe it was a touch of genuine emotion.

Leinda flew up to me and said, "In this place, if you encounter danger, you need to protect yourself first. ”

I am grateful for her concern.

She told me that this was once an area ruled by banshees, and that banshees were quite dangerous, even deadly, for ordinary humans.

She said that if you encounter a banshee, don't be afraid to look at them, because a banshee can confuse ordinary people, but it is not easy to confuse us.

I asked why?

She told me that because of our spells, we just happened to restrain them.

I'm a little less confident because my spells don't work sometimes.

I asked Leanda how he could make sure he could deal with them without missing out.

Leinda told me that there are two most common banshees, one is the Sierra Banshee and the other is the Lucy Banshee.

I said, I heard Sidima say that there is a kind of banshee here called Siddia.

Leanda told me that the Siddiga Banshee was another name for the Sierra Banshee.

She also told me that these banshees had the same trait, that is, they bewitched people with their appearance, with their singing, with their eyes, or with their touch, and that most of the people who were bewitched by them were young men.

She instructed me to use demonic connections and psychic bindings against the banshees before they tried to confuse me, and that if it wasn't enough, I could try to summon the undead.

I later learned that because of their greedy and tyrannical nature, banshees were easily subdued by Kundora's spells, and became captives of dark spells and pets of undead wizards.

I later learned that in the era of Rutgers' world domination, dozens of islands here were home to banshees, a paradise for them to do their evil deeds.

But for many unfortunate people, it's hell here.

In fact, when Actin was studying Kundora's spells, in his underground research institute, dozens of banshees were raised, and those banshees were like guinea pigs for them to test the effects of various spells.

Her firm attitude influenced me and gave me confidence, but I was looking forward to a banshee who could let me show off my spells.

Suddenly, I heard a very rhythmic sound that seemed to come from a bright light.

I listened closely, and what I heard turned out to be singing.

I asked Leenda, who's singing?

Leanda told me that the Sierra Banshee is good at singing and Lucy is good at the Magic Flute.

I asked, could it be the Sierra Banshees singing?

She said she didn't know, and asked me to be more careful and go over and take a look.

With that, she vanished.

I also want to ask her a question, that is, if the magic connection is successful, it can only control one banshee, and if the banshees are in groups, what should I do?

However, if I summon her at short notice, she will not come out.

This time too, no matter how much I touched the ring, I couldn't see her appear.

I had to take the plunge and give it a try.

At best, there's a banshee there, and she's guarding a whole bunch of food, and we get there, and then we get in control of her, and not only do we get her supplies for supplies, but we also have a slave who can help with many things.

I put Margaret on my back, stepped away from my tired feet, and walked toward the light.

There are many words in the song that I don't understand, but there are two that I can understand, and they are still in the style of the Phoenix dialect:

"The gods of the forest are the spirits of the living beings, but there is no one to end our sorrows. Where in the world are we to be reborn when we say goodbye to our parents?"

Their singing is full of bleakness.

As I got closer to the light, I couldn't tell what it was.

Because what I saw was a tree, a huge tree.

The tree was five or six meters in diameter, and people could not see the top of the tree when they stood under it.

The light came from the hollow of the tree.

I looked into the hollow and saw a row of little dryads, sitting in a circle.

It was they who made the song.