() Vane felt a little too big as he looked at the flickering Song of the Red Flame next to him. Sometimes it's as well-behaved as a kitten, sometimes it's mischievous as a mischievous child, and sometimes it's terrifying as a demon.

Not knowing what to do this time, Vane shook his head slightly, but still grabbed it in his hand.

A violent current of heat instantly filled Vane's limbs and internal organs, as if he were sitting on the beach in the middle of the day. Vane closed his eyes comfortably, and a clear picture appeared in his mind, and elegant elven words appeared in his mind......

On top of the empty frozen wasteland, a fire was lit on the ancient altar, and a group of tall northern elves knelt around them, reverently reciting the prayer:

O Divine God of Fire,

On this frozen wasteland, please grant us warmth.

Allow me to take away the light and illuminate the place full of darkness;

Allow me to take away the fire that will fill the cold place with warmth;

Allow me to take away the enthusiasm and infect the place full of desolation;

Allow me to take away the flames and purify the sinful place.

I do not pray for immortality, but only for life to burn like a flame;

I don't ask others to understand, I want myself to be as bright as a fire.

......

Vane knelt on the ground, like the northern elves, his eyes reverent, and prayed in the Elven language.

It didn't take long for those images to fade away, and Vane's eyes returned to their original appearance. He was surprised to find that the pain in his body seemed to lessen somewhat.

God of Flames, is there really a god in this world? Vane thought to himself, but he just thought about it and stopped wondering, what does it matter if there is a god or not.

Vane sighed and sat down on the ground. He is now more concerned about how to continue his life, if nothing else, he will spend his life on this desert island.

Food and water are not a big problem. When he had just gone up the mountain, Vane had found more than one spring, not to mention the food, which Bambu had brought him every day. It's just that the loneliness and loneliness day after day are probably not something that ordinary people can bear.

Wayne had always felt like a lonely man, he was not a good talker, he liked to be alone at his desk and read, and he only had one friend in Gustown. Can he really endure decades of loneliness?—Vane wasn't sure, he abandoned the questions in his mind and fixed his gaze on the staff in his hand.

Vane is not stupid, and he understands that the chances of him surviving the Witch King are almost zero. If it weren't for the Song of the Red Flame, he would be the one who is sleeping in the wasteland now.

What is the secret of this unusual staff? Vane's knowledge of it is limited to two things: it has a potentiating effect on fire-based magic, and occasionally goes crazy and takes control of his body.

One of the distinctive features of this staff is that the fire magic cast always has some crimson flames, and this kind of flame seems to have been seen somewhere...... By the way, it was this kind of flame that appeared in the hands of Minister Rostri outside Obojar.

It was the most primitive power, Vane remembered Rostry's words. Then this crimson flame should be the magic origin of fire attribute magic, a purer energy, and the fire attribute magic cast through the song of red flame has indeed been enhanced to a certain extent.

According to the basic theory of magic, the main source of magical energy is the magic particles in the air, that is, the source of magic. If the crimson flame is the origin of fire-type magic, then why does the fire-type magic I have seen before seem to be just ordinary flames? It must have a lot to do with this staff, and if Minister Rostri was here, it might explain all this.

Vane closed his eyes, relaxed, and began to feel the magic particles in the air. This is a meditation that magicians often do. The easiest way to improve your mental strength is to meditate, and of course the faster way is to fight a lot of intense battles.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes...... Vane sat motionless on the ground, but the air around him began to distort, and upon closer inspection, a faint layer of flame enveloped him.

......

The Kingdom of Ataga is located in the middle of the continent of La Fre, bordered by the Kingdom of Beseca to the north and the Kingdom of Divosk to the southeast. The terrain of the Ataga Kingdom is mainly hilly, with a small number of mountains and a relatively mild climate. Its capital, Akrand, is located in the west-central part of the kingdom, and the entire city is built on a hill.

Due to the Red Wing Mountains and the Everfree Forest to the north, the Atagar Kingdom and the Beseca Kingdom usually traveled by ships or aircraft, which also caused trade between the two countries to be sluggish. On the contrary, due to the good land conditions between Ataga and Dvosk, there are many caravans coming and going every day.

At this time, on a forest path southeast of Akrand, several men in black cloaks were hurrying along. They are the same convicts who had been released from Kingdom prison a day earlier by amnesty on charges of human trafficking.

"We should be almost to Divosk, right?" asked a black cloak. It wasn't hot, but he was sweating profusely. He changed the staff of the sheep's skull from his left hand to his right hand, and wiped it on his robe with his left hand, where a sweat stain immediately appeared.

"Jason, you're still worried about the Atagar Knights? One of the people next to him scoffed. "The king himself ordered our release, didn't you see the warden's politeness to us?"

"But...... I always had a bad feeling, like being stared at by a wolf......" Jason said, quickly looking behind him.

"You're probably too tired, why don't we take a break here. The man stopped, and walked toward the woods.

It was not yet noon, and the sun was shining from above, creating dappled shadows on the forest floor. Several people sat around on the ground, took out dry food and water bottles from their bodies, and munched on them.

A figure flickered not far away, and then disappeared behind a tree, leaving only a slight rustle of leaves. And just like that, after a few breaths, he was already approaching the black cloaks.

"Let's hurry up, I'm getting a little creepy here. The black cloak named Jason said. He took a large sip of water and tightened the cap.

"Jason, you're still ...... It's ......" One of the next to him stopped halfway through speaking, his face distorted and trembling from extreme fear.

Jason spat out the water he had just drunk, and it turned bright red as blood. No, that's blood. Jason remained seated and fell to the side, bleeding profusely from his back.

The black cloaks were instantly chaotic, some began to chant incantations, and some crawled to the ground to flee for their lives. It was clear that chanting a spell was not a good option, and a silver sword stabbed into his chest and was drawn almost simultaneously, in an unbelievably fast process.

"It's you......" The black cloak's eyes widened as he looked incredulously at the person opposite.